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baby-fever-anon · 5 days

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YouTube Clickbait Faces

Inspired by this post by @wolflyndraws :3

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Teagan has been out of the hospital for a week, and Dream has realized he has no photos of her with George.

He's taken pictures of her while she was in the hospital. He took pictures of George in the hospital.

But he doesn't have any of them together.

Which, to be fair to him, isn't really his own fault. For the first week or so of her being in the hospital, they weren't allowed to hold her at all.

And in the time they were allowed to hold her, they were both more focused her and spending time together than they were about taking photos.

As a result, the closest thing to a photo of George and Teagan he has is one of George watching her in her little incubator.

It's a good photo. A great photo even. But it makes Dream sad.

He needs more pictures of the two that will make him happy.

It's this thought process that leads him to pull out his phone during a moment of downtime.

He aims the camera at where George is laying, flat on his back with Teagan lays on his chest.

The shirt George is wearing is dumb. In the best way possible.

It says "Spawn Point" in cluncky, pixelated letters. It was a gag gift from Sapnap but George, like the nerd he is, immediately fell in love with it and has taken to wearing it constantly.

He says it's comfortable, and Teagan seems to agree with the way she's clutching the fabric in her small fists as she sleeps.

George himself looks asleep, eyes closed and breathing even, but Dream can tell he's not from the uneven pattern of his breaths.

He manages to snap two quick photos before George peaks his eyes open to look at him.

George rolls his eyes and smiles.

Dream prepares to take another photo, wanting to capture George's fond smile.

However, as he's clicking the button, George drops his mouth open. He brings his hands up and presses them against his cheeks as he widens his eyes in faux shock.

It's the typical YouTube thumbnail face.

The photo is taken.

"George, what the hell." He asks, voice incredulous.

George is giggling to himself, clearly amused by his own antics.

"I was trying to get cute pictures. Not whatever that was." Dream whines, not actually upset.

"L." George responds through his seemingly endless laughter.

The shifting of George's chest as his laughter rouses Teagan. She squirms as she wakes, letting out a soft whimper.

George stops laughing in an instant. He turns his attention to where Teagan has continued whimpering quietly.

"Oh, baby... " He coos. "You're ok. Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

Dream takes another picture as George works soothe Teagan back to sleep.

☆

As Teagan is getting older waking up in the morning is getting easier.

She's not quite sleeping through the night yet but she's getting close. Close enough that Dream and George are able to get enough sleep that they don't feel completely dead.

This also means that they, George especially, are in much better mood first things in the morning.

Dream is eternally grateful for this fact when he walks into the kitchen.

George is already up with Teagan, having gotten up when she did.

Currently, He's holding her in his arms. He's swaying back and forth and bouncing in circles.

He's humming under his breath as he does so. When Dream listens in a little harder he recognizes the tune of Kind of Love. The knowledge makes him feel fuzzy.

Teagan is giggling like mad, her little face lit up with joy.

He pulls out his phone. He wants to capture the moment so he can play it on repeat whenever he's sad or mad or even just if he wants to.

He manages to record in silence for thirty seconds before Teagan's loud laughter causes him to laugh. He's not able to contain it, the joy of the two people he loves more than anyone else bringing him joy.

The noise causes George to whip his head around. The smile on his grows when he sees Dream.

George turns his body towards him and holds Teagan out in front of him as if he's handing her to him.

There's still a large smile on her face and the sight of her daddy makes her kick her feet and squeal excitedly.

Dream ends the video and takes a quick photo.

At the sound of the camera shutter George's jaw drops open and he widens his eyes.

"George," He mutters, exasperated. "Stop making YouTube click bait faces when I'm trying to take a picture."

George drops the face long enough to say "Just take the picture, idiot." before returning to the face.

Dream rolls his eyes and takes the picture.

After he does so George rushes forward. He hands Teagan to Dream and snatches Dream's phone from his hand.

"Good morning, Tea Cup." He mumbles to her as he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.

George let's out a laugh.

"This is epic." He mutters, looking at the photos. He turns to show the phone to Reagan. "Look, baby! That's you!"

☆

For the past week or so, Teagan has been attempting to stand on her own.

She's gotten pretty close, managing to use the couch or a chair or just about anything she can get her tiny hands on to pull herself on her feet.

That's about as far as she can get though. The second she let's go she falls on her butt.

She doesn't let it discourage her, simply letting out a frustrated huff before trying again.

It both excites and terrifies Dream.

Excites because it's a new mile stone. She's growing up and learning new things!

But also she's growing up. She's growing so quick and before long she won't be his tiny little baby anymore.

There's also the added factor of how much more potential mischief she'll be able to get into once she's not longer restrained to crawling.

Him and George are watching her attempt now. She's already tried four times and she's getting increasingly frustrated each time.

As time goes on, he's getting increasingly worried that she's going to work herself into a tantrum.

As he watches her slowly pull herself up, he decides that if she falls again he's going to scoop her up and distract her. Redirect her attention until she's calm enough to try again.

He watches as Teagan pulls herself to her feet. She wobbles for a moment before she's able to use her grip on the couch to stabilize herself.

She looks to Dream and George for approval.

"You've got this, baby." George says to her.

She looks back and forth between her feet and the couch. After a moment of contemplation she let's out a determined huff.

Distantly, Dream is amused by the theatrics of their child. It shouldn't be that shocking though, considering how dramatic both he and George can be.

She let's go of the couch and Dream holds his breath as he watches her wobble.

Teagan continues to struggle with balancing herself for a moment before she manages to plant her feet and stand firm.

When she does so she looks back up at them and let's out a soft "ah" of excitement as she bounces gently in place.

George stands up before squatting down beside her. He looks up at dream and says "Take a picture." Before making the thumbnail face.

"Are you serious?" "Yes! This is a big moment take the picture!"

Dream scoffs out a fond laugh as he does as he was told.

After he does it George turns to Teagan and scoops her into his arms. He holds her up above his head. She squeals in excitement.

Dream takes a picture of that too.

☆

Dream has been on the verge of tears all day.

Teagan, his baby girl, has just graduated high school. As in, just walked across the stage and gotten her diploma fifteen minutes ago.

Now Him, George, Sapnap, and the rest of their family are pushing through the crowd looking for her.

Her graduating class is nearly three hundred kids. That combined with all of the parents and family who came means there's a lot of people to sift through.

Thankfully, after just another minute of searching, they find her.

Or really she finds them.

As Dream is scanning the crowd he hears a distant "Dad!" called through the groups of people.

He turns just in time to catch Teagan as she basically throws herself at him.

The two lock into a tight embrace. When he pulls away he cups her face in his palms.

"I'm so proud of you, Tea Cup." He whispers to her as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Thanks, dad." She whispers back, tears in her eyes.

The two pull away and she turns her attention to George.

George throws his arms around her shoulders and pulls her close.

He doesn't hear what George says to her but when they pull away their faces are both wet with tears.

Sapnap is up next and her pulls her into a bear hug and ruffles her hair.

She's so much taller than him now. When did that happen? He remembers when her head was just barely past his hip.

After everyone gets their hugs they decide it's time for photos.

When everyone herds Dream, George, and Teagan together they get a few normal ones before George and Teagan make eye contact.

Mischievous grins take over their faces.

"Do the face with us." Teagan says.

Dream rolls his eyes fondly.

Ever since Teagan was old enough to take directions, George has had her doing the click bait face.

It's as amusing as it is infuriating.

He never participated, having decided years ago that it was a mommy and daughter activity that he didn't encroach on.

Now though? With both of the people he loves more than anything looking at him with pleading eyes?

"Fine." He relents, fondly laughing as his daughter and husband cheer at their victory.

With a sigh he places the palms of his hands on his face and barely contains his laughter as he pulls a shocked face.

By the time all of the cameras are put away, all three of them are laughing.

#my writing #dnf mpreg #dnf fanfic #inspired by fanart #this was SO fun to write omg

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zirawrites · 1 year

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How would the companions react to Sole picking them up and carrying them.

Cait: Cait thrashed in Sole’s arms in a furious attempt to break free. She had taken down opponents much larger than Sole in the combat zone, but her friend completely caught her off guard. “Yer embarrassin’ me, Sole!” Cait pounded her fists on Sole’s back to no avail, her cheeks flushing red hot when she felt Sole chuckle from underneath her. “This isn’t funny! Drop me and lets see how well you do with your fists.”

Curie: Curie squealed in both shock and delight. “Sole, this is most unprofessional!” She tangled her hands in Sole’s hair, fearful she would slip out of their grasp. Then Curie laughed; a mixture of fluster and bemusement. “There are much quicker ways to transport me, no?”

Danse: This was why Danse never left his power armor. He doubted Sole could lift hundreds of extra pounds of machinery. Though with the way they ran around with him, he was starting to doubt that, too. “Put me down.” Danse’s voice was low, his brows knit with worry. “We look ridiculous, soldier.”

Deacon: “Oh, shit!” Deacon laughed as he was thrown unceremoniously over Sole’s shoulder. “Let me get this straight: I need to hold all your junk or you whine that you’re overencumbered, but you can carry me just fine.” Deacon grunted when Sole’s sheepish shrug poked his stomach. “While I’m up here, need me to do any scouting? I’ll give MacCready a run for his caps.”

Hancock: The ghoul immediately demanded Sole start spinning. They both laughed as his mayoral coat flapped in the breeze. “I can’t tell if you’re the real Sole or a hallucination from the jet I just hit, but damn is this fun!”

MacCready: Immediate panic. MacCready squealed like a piglet, flailing his limbs against Sole to break free. “Stop, stop, stop!” He was terrified someone would see him and realize just how small he was. And possibly size him up as an easy target. “You are ruining my reputation, Sole! Let me freaking go!”

Preston: Preston gasped when Sole scooped him up from under his knees. “Where are we going?” He was more concerned about an impromptu quest when there were so many settlements that needed their help today.

Piper: Piper thought being carried by Sole was funny until her friend started spinning. The poor reporter immediately puked at Sole’s feet. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave a sheepish grin. “I told you not to do that. Motion sickness or whatever.”

Nick: Nick rolled his eyes as soon as Sole had him in their arms. “How romantic, Sole. You gonna lay your jacket over a puddle next?” He was unimpressed. Sole soon got bored and set him down.

X6-88: “What the fuck are you doing?” X6 wasn’t surprised, amused or nervous. He was just completely and utterly confused.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #this was so fun to write omg #maccready #nick valentine #x6-88 #preston garvey #piper wright #hancock #fallout 4 deacon #fallout 4 danse #curie fallout 4 #cait fallout 4 #theemotionallizard

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hellsite-detective · 4 months

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*takes cigarette from mouth and breathes out a large puff of smoke* What kind of holiday goes on in a city like this? *replaces cigarette and disappears in the rolling fog*

*stares off into the distance, brooding*

this is a city devoid of color. it’s drab and it’s constantly rainin’. i look out the window of my office only to see overcast skies and rain poudin’ down on the pavement below like a boxer goin’ a bit too heavy handed on his final swings. it’s wet, it’s dreary, and it’s miserable…

but around this time things feel like the lighten up a little. the rain is switched to light snow and the once dark city is lit up with lights. at night it shines like the stars above. in the center of town there’s a big tree with a guidin’ light shinin’ from its apex. the smell of wet concrete is replaced with hot cocoa and everything just feels a bit more cozy…

you’re askin’ what kinda holiday goes on in a city like this? well, it’s a holiday that warms the cold, jaded heart of this detective.

*i turn to face you, but you disappeared into the fog around the time i started talking*

damn… the fog here is ruthless…

#this was so fun to write omg #ask #hellsite detective #not a post case #the detective responds

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mayumiiyuu · 2 years

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Eddie and his lesbian bestie

as a queer woman myself, i love this.

ok picture this:

you come out to eddie, your best friend of god knows how many years who's known you since you were practically in diapers, despite how you trust him with all your deepest, darkest secrets, you can't help the fear that crawls up your throat while you told him your truth: that you liked girls.

you chewed your lip as he pursed his, features clearly conveying that he was still processing what you had just told him, before he sucks his teeth and utters: 'so like, see any cute girls lately?' in his dorkiest voice to lighten up the mood. and all you can do is roll your eyes and punch him in the arm because of course he'd say that.

honestly, nothing in your friendship changes, like, at all.

he's your bestfriend, he loves and accepts you wholeheartedly with his entire being.

he !! is !! your number one supporter in everything and anything u do. he's proud of you, he always is, and even though he might not say it often, he's eternally grateful that you had trusted him enough that you came out to him.

sometimes he can't help but play into stereotypes tho.

'hey (y/n), can you help me out with my sink? it's leaking again.'

'eddie, i'm not your fucking plumber.'

'...please?'

'ok fine i'll get my wrench.'

':D'

if u ever want to get piercings or tats, eddie immediately pulls up to your house *insert get in loser, we're going shopping gif*

sometimes you can't help but steal some of his clothes, after all, punk rock looks rad asfuck on you.

'is-is that my old flannel?'

'yeah? got a problem with that, doofus?'

eddie shakes his head. 'nah, looks better on you than me.'

and if youre more of a femme gal, eddie uses whatever money he earns from selling weed to get u cute shit, whatever it may be. amps it up 1903838298 times more when ur birthday or christmas comes around.

sometimes when u play d&d with him he just randomly inserts love interests for u.

'and here comes a beautiful maiden, bow in hand--'

'eddie, i told u, i'm not interested--'

'--with taut biceps she earned from all her training in the art of archery--'

'i want to roll a charisma check'

'but i haven't even--'

'I WANT TO ROLL A CHARISMA CHECK'

whenever you gush to him about the cute girl with finger tats who worked at your local coffee shop who memorized your order by heart, he can't help but be all giddy with you, hyping you tf up.

despite being best friends, eddie often views you as his sister, naturally protective of you, especially when people tease you.

a few days after you had been openly out, the two of you had been cornered by a bunch of bullies who used to make your life a living hell since middle school, one of the, a guy, sends a disgusting homophobic remark your way, and eddie just sees red.

next thing you know he's knocked out on the floor, nose bloody and cheek imprinted with marks from eddie's rings.

if you ever have difficulties involving your parents, he's always there by your side, arm wrapped around your shoulders as he rubs your back comfortingly, listening to whatever you had to say intently. damn the whole world if they ever showed you an ounce of disrespect for your sexuality, if anyone wanted to bring you down for loving who you wanted to love, they'd have to deal with him first. if he could defend you from all the cruelty the world had to offer he would. (he can and he WILL protect you at all costs bc you are simply one of his favorite human beings that deserves nothing but love and respect)

eddie's always there for you, through thick and thin, and all he wants is to be in your life for the long run, celebrating who you are and whoever you choose to love.

#this was so fun to write omg #eddie munson x you #platonic!eddie #platonic!reader #x reader #stranger things x reader #wlw reader

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shadow-says-hello · 2 years

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Okay so I literally am the only one awake at a sleepover and I’m just on my phone reading stranger things tickle fics soooo I can’t fall asleep and I’m the only one awake over here sooo let’s write us a tickle fic!

Based on a true story, today I was playing hide and seek with my friends. I found like the perfect hiding spot and my other friend who was found comes to where I was and starts tickling me then she’s like “oh they’re not over here” and like I’m laughing and then I’m found 💀

“I’m Going To Find You!”

Summary: Reader plays hide and seek with Robin, Eddie, and Steve. Try not to be found and heard… Also I picture the setting being outside near in the forest!

⚠️ some swearing included ⚠️

“Okay, I’m counting to 20. You better hide fast!” Robin said, covering her eyes and counting.

“One…two…three…” and so on.

You scurried quickly and rushed to find a hiding spot. There was an easy tree to climb so you rushed up and started climbing on the branches.

Steve ran carefully so he couldn’t be heard and jumped into the more enclosed and hidden part of skull rock, he tucked his legs close to his chest and didn’t make a sound.

Eddie ran farther away, and hid inside of a clump of sticks and logs, closer to the lake. It was just a pile of sticks, but the opening large enough to fit a person. He felt pretty confident.

“I’m going to find all of you. My ears are little geniuses, so I heard where you all went~” Robin teased and walked a bit closer towards Eddie’s direction.

And then a stick in his dome fell. But it fell right on his head. ”OW!” Eddie said harshly, but noticing it was enough noise to be heard by Robin who was more closer to his direction than you and Steve.

“Oh Eddie. Eddie Eddie Eddie. I can hear you and I know you’re there.” Robin teased more. And at last, coming a few feet closer, she’s found Eddie Munson.

“DAMMIT!!!!!! I HATE THIS STUPID GAME!!!” Eddie pouted.

“Aw, is little five year old temper tantrum baby boo Eddie pouting over a little game all because he was found first?” Robin giggled.

“Oh fuck you.” Eddie grunted.

And a quick pinch to his side shut him up.

“Okay, now the others. Eddie, stay out of the way while I do my work. Now shoo, get lost!” Robin said, continuing her quest to find you and Steve.

Eddie ran ahead to get to you two. He found you first, sitting on a taller, very thick tree branch about 8 feet up in the air.

“Shhhh! Eddie! Were you found? Don’t tell Robin!” You whisper-talked down to Eddie.

“I’m not telling Robin, Y/n. Relax…But I’ll help her out…!” Eddie said, watching you tremble in fear.

“Not while I’m up in a tree! Or whatever your crazy idea is, I’m elevated so I could fall!” You panicked.

Eddie began to climb up the tree and sit next to you in the branch you were on.

“Uhhh…Eddie…? Yeah, I don’t know the weight limit so if this falls were both dead…” You whisper, scooting further away from Eddie.

“C’mere! I don’t bite~!” Eddie teased, snatching you and shoving his hands under your armpits, scribbling mercilessly.

“Ehedddie!!! Nononononoho!!!” You squealed, trying to keep your voice down.

“Robin!!!” Eddie giggled a bit loudly, his goal to get Robin to hear and find you, but she wasn’t close by you.

“I think I found Y/n!!!” Eddie exclaimed cheerfully, moving down to attack your ribs and stomach.

“EHEDDIE PLEAHSE!!!” You giggled even louder, trying to cover your mouth with your hands, so now your sweet giggles were muffled.

You saw about 20 feet away was Robin walking with Steve, coming your direction.

“Y/n, come out! I’ve found everyone else!” Robin yelled.

“They’re coming!!! We’re up here!!!” Eddie yelled back, making you slap his chest.

“YHOU SOHON OHF AHA BIHITCH!!!” You squealed, trying to stop laughing but failing.

“Aha. Ok. Found you, Y/n.” Robin said, looking up the tree.

“DAMMIT EDDIE! YOU CHEATER!” You screamed, hitting him again.

“Ouch!!! Now for that you’ll have to experience the blow factor of this attack.” Eddie said, as you quickly climbed further down the tree and ran for your life.

“Where are you going!?” Eddie called at you. “Steve, go grab them.”

You tried to run away but it was pathetic how fast Steve was able to catch up to you, grabbing you into a bear hug, Eddie and Robin running to you as you tried to squirm away in Steve’s grasp.

“Got ‘em.” Steve said.

“Nice work, Harrington. So, Y/n. Tried to run away from Eddie? This wouldn’t be this bad if you stayed and not ran…” Eddie teased, grabbing you from Steve and laying you down on the forest floor, taking a nice seat on your waist.

“Wait wait wait Eddie please!!! You don’t have to do this!!! I didn’t even do anything wrong!” You begged and squirmed underneath Eddie.

“Well you hit me…” Eddie stuttered.

But really, besides hitting him to shut him up, you really didn’t do anything. He’s the one who pouted over losing, tickled you and cheated for nothing, and then roped Steve and Robin into this mess, only to be on HIS SIDE. What a way to go.

“I’m the one who did most of it but if I let you go I’d look really stupid sooooo this is the route we’re taking!” Eddie admitted, making your face turn red.

“I don’t even know how I got in this position.” Robin said.

“Me neither. I’m just here for the little cute stuff. I’d help you, Y/n, but I’m just looking forward to this.” Steve said.

Betrayal!

“Now, where did I leave off… oh yeah! Blow factor! I’m hungry! Y’know what I’m craving?” Eddie said and a wide grin appeared across his face.

“Raspberries!!!”

Eddie latched his hands to your ribs and squeezed up and down, sending you into hysterics.

“EHEDDIE NAHA!!! PLEHEASE!!! EDDIE!!!” You pleaded through your rambunctious laughter.

“Alright, alright. Time for what I was and said I was originally going to do.” Eddie says, eyes drifting off to your belly.

“Oh no-n-n-no…No…NO…oh fuck no!!! Nooooo…!” You panicked, face flushed red, arms spread out of exhaustion, huge butterflies taking up all the room in your stomach. You knew raspberries tickled like hell, and you tried to prepare yourself for what’s coming next, since you knew there would be no escaping.

And he did it. Eddie gently lifted the hem of your shirt so now your belly was exposed halfway.

3…

2…

1…

And just like that, he pressed his face to your belly and blew the largest raspberry he could right next to your belly button, sending you screaming in bloody murder.

Steve and Robin stood there, giggling and enjoying the scene.

You couldn’t even form words.

Steve nudged Robin gently. “I don’t really know what to laugh at more, the stupid noise of the raspberry or the fact that I’m getting ticklish just looking at this.”

“SAME!!!” Robin exclaimed happily, slightly scratching at Steve’s ribs, making the boy bark out a laugh.

When Eddie was finished, he sat up on your waist and looked at your adorable little red face, before deciding to plant a few ticklish kisses and nuzzles on your belly, making the butterfly population in your stomach increase x10.

Your laugh calmed down a bit, now just a cute level of little bubbly giggles.

“I hahahate youhou…” You giggled.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Eddie teased.

And it really didn’t take long before Eddie blew a series of loud ticklish raspberries on your belly, as Steve and Robin sat criss cross beside you.

Oh boy.

And there you have it folks!!! I hope you enjoyed! That one was fun to write! 😊

#stranger things tickles #ler!eddie munson #ler!robin #ler!steve #lee reader #stranger things #raspberry tickles #belly tickles #eeeee #this was so fun to write Omg #true story 💀#I wish this happened for real #hi #bye bye #lmao #Edit: a lil cringe but whatever

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fat-butch-dyke · 1 year

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A new chapter of Keeping the Thief King just dropped! I hope you enjoy aaaa

#gemshipping #yugioh #bakura #ryou bakura #thief king bakura #tendershipping #yami bakura #into the void #<3 #this was so fun to write omg #jonouchi threatening bakura i- 👀😳🦋#a bit of angst but theres a ?happy? ending

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slow-burn-sally · 2 years

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frech kiss for haddotin??

with pleasure friend!!

I went a bit nuts on this one and wrote a mini slow-burn. I have not edited it enough. I will probs do that and toss it up on AO3 if anyone is interested.

Tintin has only kissed Haddock twice. the first time had been the night after they’d defeated Sakharine and discovered Haddock’s treasure. They hadn’t kissed because Haddock was now rich, and the rightful owner of MarlinSpike Hall. Tintin cared very little for Haddock’s wealth or property. They’d kissed because Tintin had been unable to keep himself from kissing Haddock for one second longer.

Haddock had turned to him with a joyful gleam in his eyes, they’d hugged and jumped up and down a bit with joy, and then it had sort of just... happened. Or rather, Tintin had made it happen by leaning in and pressing his lips to Haddock’s.

He’d had a brief, sweet moment of feeling Haddock’s soft, warm lips, and the tickle of his beard, before Haddock had pulled away in surprised alarm. “Ach! Lad! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to press myself on you like that,” he’d exclaimed, going pink in every part of his face not already covered by his beard.

“I wanted to,” Tintin had said, looking up at Haddock through his eyelashes, hoping with every fibre of his being to convey to his friend just how very much he had actually wanted to kiss the big lug.

“Oh, well then. That’s...” Haddock had paused, which had allowed Tintin to sneak a second kiss. Again, just a peck. They’d smiled at each other, then Haddock had wished Tintin a good evening, and they’d retired (rather abruptly for Tintin’s taste) to separate beds.

Tintin had fully expected to be picked up and carried to Haddock’s bedroom, where of course he’d be tossed down on the bed and ravished to within an inch of his life, and so, when Haddock had mumbled a soft “Good evening, Tintin,” and had gone promptly to his own room, Tintin had been a bit gobsmacked.

The next morning, things had continued as normal. They’d had breakfast, Nestor made eggs benedict with fresh squeezed orange juice, then had spent the day talking about Haddock’s and Tintin’s future. There was a decided lack of kissing, Tintin noted grumpily, and every time his eyes met Haddock’s, Haddock would blush and hastily look away.

He did however, show that he cared in other ways. He kept trying to push more food on Tintin, even when Tintin exclaimed that if he ate another bite, he’d pop. He kept trying to pull out Tintin’s chair, help Tintin lift things, and even brought him a large bouquet of wild flowers from the currently overgrown gardens of MarlinSpike Hall, and still, no kisses. No warm embraces. Absolutely no removal of any clothing.

Tintin accepted these tokens and favors with polite thanks, but none of that really mattered if Haddock wouldn’t show him how much he cared with physical affection.

He finally had to go to Nestor to ask what to do. No, he hadn’t really wanted to talk to a seventy year old butler about his love life, but Nestor seemed worldly in a way Haddock did not, and perhaps he’d have some insight.

Tintin made up a story about how Haddock had met a nice lady during their recent adventure, and how he’d managed to take her to dinner, and how he’d told Tintin that he only gave her a small peck goodnight. Tintin mentioned how surprised he’d been that Haddock hadn’t pursued his lady love with more ardor, and asked Nestor if he knew why Haddock was so shy in the romance department.

“You are young,” Nestor says, looking down his nose at Tintin in an elderly, patrician sort of way that makes Tintin feel very immature indeed. “You young people are so rash with your affections. Master Haddock, like myself, comes from an older generation. We were raised that one did not take any sort of physical liberties with a lady we were courting until a marriage proposal had been extended and accepted.”

Great snakes! A marriage proposal! Well, that won’t be possible under their current circumstances. Tintin thanks Nestor for his advice, but now he’s even more frustrated than before he’d talked to Nestor. Is it really true that Haddock won’t jump into bed with Tintin until some sort of formal declaration is made?

Well then, if it’s formal declarations Haddock needs, Tintin has never been afraid of speaking his mind. At least, not about things unconnected to his feelings. He decides that he’ll talk to Haddock that very evening. Propriety and patience be damned! He makes certain a few things are set in place, tells Nestor to take the evening off after he and Haddock retire, and prepares himself for dinner.

That evening, as they are finishing up their roast chicken and parsnips, Tintin clears his throat, gathers his courage and says “Captain, would you allow me the pleasure of your company in the second storey drawing room?” He takes a bolstering swallow of wine and keeps his eyes on Haddock.

Haddock nearly chokes on his beer (he’s given up whiskey since discovering that he’s actually landed gentry), and stares at Tintin for a moment before choking out a “certainly, lad.”

“Excellent. I shall see you there.”

Tintin rises from his chair and walks, as calmly as he can, up the broad, carpeted steps of MarlinSpike Hall’s grand staircase to the drawing room. It is sort of a gentleman’s study that doubles as a library. Tintin has whiled away a few hours there since they’d defeated Sakharine, reading and daydreaming on sleepy afternoons. It’s a cozy room. one he feels comfortable in. Which will help with what he plans to do next. Already his palms are damp and his heart is racing. Already he’s beginning to realize that talking about emotions is very, very different than talking about virtually anything else.

What if Haddock says no? What if only wants to remain dear friends. Friends who travel together, braving dangers and having wild times, sharing laughter and adventure, but never kisses. The thought, of spending year after torturous year, pining away for strong arms and soft kisses, only to be held at bay by a one sided lack of interest. It would be Hell.

He feels the breath knocked out of him by the prospect that Haddock is simply being kind. Or worse, that he sees Tintin as a nephew or a son.

“Lad?” Haddock’s voice, soft and hesitant at the door, makes Tintin whirl around and gasp a little in surprise. He’d been so lost in fatalistic ideations of he and Haddock’s future that he hadn’t heard the man himself arrive.

“Captain,” Tintin dries his damp palms on his trouser legs and swallows hard as Haddock walks closer.

“What did you want to talk about, lad?” Haddock asks. His blue eyes are soft and unguarded. His large, sailor-rough hands are twisting around each other at his belly, a sure sign that he’s anxious.

“Archibald,” Tintin begins, and that get’s Haddock’s attention. His eyes flicker with something that Tintin wishes to God that he understood. “I have something I need to say to you,” he offers up a watery grin, hoping to make this moment more comfortable. He honestly had not foreseen having to spill his guts emotions-wise in order to get Haddock into the sack. He’d assumed they’d just start shagging, then eventually find not-terrifying ways to tell each other that they’d loved each other since they’d first laid eyes on each other.

“I’m all ears, lad,” Haddock still looks a bit of a nervous wreck, and Tintin can absolutely commiserate with him on that feeling.

Well, here goes nothing, Tintin thinks. “I wish to tell you that I adore you,” he says, his voice shaking. “I am in love with you, Archibald Haddock, and whilst I cannot legally marry you in the eyes of God and the Church, I would if I could. So please, in the absence of a legal marriage proposal, I dearly hope that you will accept this, rather heartfelt and entirely illegal one.” He then takes out the large, gold ring, set with chips of ruby he’d found in Haddock’s treasure. Haddock had magnanimously told Tintin to keep the ring, but Tintin had no use for it. It was far too big for him, and he liked it too much to sell it. He wanted to see it on Haddock’s left hand, as a symbol that they’d promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

He gets down on one knee and extends the ring to Haddock, in hands that tremble only a little. “Archibald Haddock, will you marry me?”

Haddock’s eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open. He’s so dumbfounded that if Tintin’s heart were not trying to beat its way out of his chest, he’d have laughed. “Lad, you... you can’t mean that,” he says.

Tintin feels his heart go from beating against his ribs, to sinking into the soles of his shoes. “I can, and I do, Captain,” he insists, offering the ring anew with a thrust of his hand. “If you wish to reject me, then will you do it quickly? If you don’t love me back, I need to know as soon as possible.” He thinks he might cry. Why does nothing in the world scare him the way talking about his feelings scares him?

“Oh, lad. Of course,” Haddock says, stepping closer. “Of course I love you,” he says it very softly, and then his hands are cradling Tintin’s face. Tintin doesn’t realize he’s crying until Haddock’s large, rough thumbs skate through the moisture on his cheeks. “You are my dearest. My only one,” Haddock says.

Tintin is entirely incapable of speech at this point, so he does the only thing his love-blasted mind will allow him to do in that moment. He pulls Haddock in by twin fistfuls of his blue jumper and kisses him.

Haddock makes a sound that’s suspiciously like a growl, and then, as if they’d decided on it telepathically, their mouths open against each other. Haddock’s tongue, soft, probing, eager, yet somehow also gentle, slides past Tintin’s lips to curl it’s way against Tintin’s tongue. Tintin’s entire body lights up with sparks of tingling pleasure as Haddocks soft, bearded lips slide against his. Haddock’s arms come around Tintin and squeeze him tight, and it’s as if he can finally let go of his relentless drive for knowledge and action, and just sort of melt into Haddock.

The kiss goes on for some time, growing more heated and decidedly wetter in a very pleasing way for several minutes, until Tintin notices that Haddock has not begun to undress either of them. He tugs teasingly at the hem of Haddock’s jumper. “Captain, would you care to perhaps-”

“Get on the bed now, lad. This instant.”

Tintin smiles against Haddock’s lips, glad that his captain has finally decided to toss him down and ravish him. “Yes, sir!” he says brightly, and then, well then... lets just say many more kisses occur.

#haddotin #the adventures of tintin #archibald haddock #tintin #writing prompts #this was so fun to write omg #i am getting out all my haddotin urges #haddotin forever

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elusiveweekend · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Emma Frost/Scott Summers, Megan Summers & Ruby Summers Characters: Emma Frost, Scott Summers, Megan Summers, Ruby Summers, Original Male Character(s), Christian Frost (mentioned) Additional Tags: Megan's pov, Pregnancy, Megan being a big sister, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Utopia era if everything didn't went to shit maybe, no beta we die like men, megan being a telepath Summary:

“Ruby Summers.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. What a name.

Megan remembers the first time she met her new siblings.

#scemma #emma frost #scott summers #ruby summers #megan summers #scott summers emma frost #scott summers x emma frost #cyclops #xmen #fanfiction #this was so fun to write omg #I NEED megan and ruby as sisters in 616 #because imagine how nice that would be???

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gregmarriage · 2 years

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y’all, i’ve finished writing the byler part of win a date!! i just need to tidy it up and edit/format it now! but the main stuff is done!! watch this space for when i post it!!!

#my heart is happy #this was so fun to write omg #and once i get done editing this part etc #then it’s time for the ronance part ayyy #yeah so it’s defo a two part series #one down one to go #i’m excited!!!!#win a date with wheeler!

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ravendruid · 1 year

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9 13 41 49!

From the Get to know my D&D Characters ask game. My two main characters at the moment are Bree, a Halfling Rogue, and Eve, a Human Paladin.

9. Do they care about their appearance? how much effort do they put into presentation? Eve does not care at all about her appearance. She's the kind of person who puts on the first piece of clothing she can find, which is easy because her entire wardrobe is composed of black clothes. Bree, on the other hand, cares a bit more. She used to wear colorful clothes and was always excited to wear pretty dresses. Nowadays she always keeps her long hair neatly braided, mostly so it doesn't get in the way, and she switched to dark clothing to hide better. One thing she hasn't given up on, tho, is the eyeliner. No matter if she's in the woods or at the inn, that girl is not going anywhere without eyeliner.

13. What do they dislike about themself? why? Bree doesn't like her eyes. Among her siblings, she's the only one who got her father's eyes, and she hates it. She wishes she had her mom's pretty green eyes. Eve doesn't like how "weak" she is, even after she started training with battleaxes and longswords, she feels like she's still too weak (she has a strength of 18, for context.)

41. what are they attracted to in other people? Eve likes kind-hearted people, someone who goes out of their way to help others in need. She's definitely all about personality over looks. Bree... I haven't put much thought into it. I'm honestly thinking that she might be ace.

49. what makes them smile? Eve doesn't smile anymore. For reasons... She used to smile, but then something happened in her life and her reason to smile was gone. Bree is the exact opposite. She's smiling all the time. It's frankly quite exhausting. She smiles when she sees little birds fluttering around, or when the kids in town run past her playing. Recently her favorite thing that makes her smile is Cobalt, the party Ranger's wolf companion.

#asks #duur duur #d&d #dnd #Bree Tealeaf #Eve Peaceglade #Thank you for asking!#This was so fun to write omg #this is going to help me a lot for their backstories

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andersonlore · 5 months

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Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits

❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜

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†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.

Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.

It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.

"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.

"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”

"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.

"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.

"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."

"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.

"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.

Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.

"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.

"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"

You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.

“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.

“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”

“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”

“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?”

You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.

If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.

The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.

You would make her pay for it.

“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.

You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.

“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”

“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.

“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.

“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.

“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.

Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.

It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.

She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.

“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.

“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.

Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.

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hey🥰can u plz plz plz do the nsfw alphabet with michael!!🤭🤭🤭

omg this was so fun thanks baby girl. everyone go follow rylea <333 this isn’t proofread so let me know if i messed up lol

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|| Mike Schmidt NSFW Alphabet ||

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

mike didn't know much about aftercare before he met you, but he's gotten a lot better about it now. he always has a warm washcloth to clean you up after, and throws a fresh blanket over the two of you so you can cuddle.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

mike's in love with your hips. he always makes sure to touch them no matter where you are. curled up on the couch? he'll be rubbing circles over them with his thumb. out shopping? one hand in his jean pocket one hand on your hip as you walk. and you've definitely had hand shaped bruises on your hips from when he's gotten a bit too rough fucking you into the mattress.

his favorite body part of his is definitely his hands, mostly because you love them so much.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when the two of you finish fucking, he'll always push his come back into your pussy when it leaks out, giving you another orgasm as he does.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

more than once he's swiped a pair of your panties and slipped them in his jean pocket before a shift at freddy's.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he wasn't a virgin when the two of you met, but he was less experienced. he never had the time to mess around. he was a very eager learner though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

definitely missionary. his biggest turn on is making you feel good, and watching your face twist in pleasure always gets him going more than anything. plus it’s easier to kiss you!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

in the beginning he was goofy on accident, now that you've been together for a while he's more serious. not afraid to laugh during sex though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

100% has a dark brown happy trail. he's not extremely messy, but he never goes bare. now that he’s with you he’ll regularly trim his body hair so it's neater.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's the sweetest partner ever. constantly checking to make sure you're okay even. just sooo caring and loving.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

mike used to jerk off pretty regularly but now that you’re more than happy to help, he does it less.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

big praise kink!!! he also loves when you pull his hair. this man is a sub through and through.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

this man spends all his time at two (2) places, home and freddy’s. so you two mostly do it in bed or the shower, but on the rare days that abby isn’t home other rooms of the house are put to use.

you’ve only fucked at freddy’s once, mike’s too scared to get caught by vanessa.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally you and everything that you do. every single aspect of you gets this man going like no other.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never hit you, he’s only comfortable with light spanking. no degrading or bodily fluids (except spit).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

his preference is giving. he loves eating you out, and has come untouched multiple times doing so.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends. most times he’s slow and gentle. he prefers when you’re the rougher one, not vice versa, but once in a blue moon he can get a little rough with you if that’s what you want.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

quickies in the morning in bed or in the shower is all you guys have time for most days, so you partake in them pretty often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

there was a lot of risk taking and experimentation in the beginning of your relationship. now you both know what each other like so there’s less, but he’s down to try new things here and there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

mike has a solid two or three rounds in him before he taps out. however, when the focus is solely on you he can take the time to give you orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he didn't own any toys before meeting you, now there's a small collection you’ve both amassed and use stuffed in a cardboard box sitting on the highest shelf in his closet. he’ll use them on himself from time to time but he prefers using vibrators on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

mike doesn’t tease simply because he doesn’t have the patience or ability to hold back from diving into your pussy. he loves to be teased by you though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

mike is so loud. he just can't hold in his whiny whimpers and breathy moans. yes this man whimpers no one is surprised.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

mike comes a shocking amount. like this man comes buckets. the first time you blew him he was so caught up in pleasure that he forgot to warn you before it was too late. he absolutely flooded your mouth and drenched your face in come. he was mortified and apologized profusely until you got over the shock enough to show him how much you liked it by riding him so hard you both almost passed out.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a respectable six inches, and girthy. shaft is creamy beige. tip is EC9EC0 pink. gains two inches when hard and curves up towards his stomach.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

mike says he doesn’t have a high sex drive but this man pounces on you any chance he can get. he comes up behind you when you’re making food and feels you up. he jumps into the shower with you to “save water”. he grinds his morning wood against your ass when you first wake up. this man is insatiable.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

mike is usually bone tired after but he always stays up to make sure you’re taken care of. when you’re both tucked in he can fall asleep in like fifteen minutes.

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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The dragon and the sacrificial lamb ft. eroded!Morax + gn!reader

cw/tags: angst, no joke I cried writing this, bittersweet ending, rough sex, feral/eroded zhongli, restraints (courtesy of improper use of geo as usual ehe) fingering, dubcon at first maybe??

notes: Alright this is a special one get ready. There's two "version" of this story bc I couldn't decide which path I liked more. This one is the bittersweet ending. Both stories are exactly the same at the start, changing a few word here and there but then reach a point where they divert completely in reactions/emotions and the underlying feeling of the stories are very different. They can be read independently ofc so by all means feel free to choose which tags you vibe with more or enjoy picking up the differences between both!

Dark/Bad ending version here!!

Once upon a time…

A long, long time ago…

The people of Liyue revered their beloved Archon Rex Lapis. Just and kind, he led his nation for millennia, upholding order and contracts, defeating countless enemies,a nd defending their safe harbor.

It is said the Lord of Geo took a human as partner, and fell in love deep and pure.

And his partner loved him just as much.

Willing to do anything for his sake.

It is said the God understood that even he himself was not immune to erosion, and it would one day be his downfall. So, he made sure his people were ready to live on without him. That his adepti were strong enough to subdue him if the day ever came.

As for his lover… well…

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Your bare feet crunch along the soft grass as you run and run, panting, gasping for air, almost tripping and letting out a yelp but quickly regaining balance and scurrying faster, past the falling golden ginkgo leaves, past the soft sound of rushing waters.

The golden sunset is gorgeous, dying the sky pink and orange with pastel hues but you simply ignore it, having grown tired of it, sick even. It is fake, an illusion. Just as everything else in this adeptal abode.

Everything except, of course, you and the beast you are currently fleeing from.

It is useless to try to escape, this you know, and your heart clenches painfully as tears prickle at your eyes. You’ve done this before, played this game many many times. But at least for one moment… just one moment…

A roar turns your blood to ice and against all common sense you look over your shoulder to see a massive long dragon twisting in the air and diving straight towards you.

Your legs tremble and fail you as you fall down, the grass is soft but your body aches, tired, burning. You scramble around frantically to stare at the beast again and your eyes widen in panic as it lands right on top of you, majestic and terrifying, caging you with its serpentine body. The golden claws alone are as long as your forearms, digging on the ground at either side of you.

You whimper.

The dragon lowers his head, growling at you, fangs mere inches apart and you squeeze your eyes shut, tears running down your face.

“Why do you run away from me?”

“Please… I just want some time to myself.”

“Are you not happy with me? My mate?”

At the words you only sob harder.

Mate.

Oh, how much joy did that word bring you once. And now you can only feel your heart shatter.

You feel a shift in the wind, in the energy, in the light around you, and when you open your eyes, the massive dragon has faded to a more human appearance. He changes back to the form you’re most used to.

Long strands of dark hair tipped amber, striking golden eyes with stunning red lines that highlight their sharpness, a handsome face and a muscular body with arms died black, and lines of gold… lines that run along his cheek and down his neck. Cracks, like a broken glass, like scars, under his eyes and around his chest, ruining the pristine skin and unable to disappear despite his ability to change forms.

The undeniable marks of erosion.

You snap back to attention when he dips down and starts nosing at your neck, his hands pulling at the robe you’re wearing, the only article of clothing you picked up before scurrying away from the mansion. It parts open easily, revealing your naked body to his eyes, littered in past bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Claims from the dragon.

"W-wait. Stop-!" You try to push him back, desperately pressing your palms against his broad shoulders, but of course he's unmovable as stone.

You kick and trash until he gets irritated and suddenly your arms are immobilized, held above your head and pressed onto the very ground by heavy geo cuffs.

“Submit.” He growls.

You squirm a little more until your body sags into the ground, exhausted, panting. There is no use. Instead, you shudder as his hands explore your body, rough and callous but still gentle despite his displays of power.

He spreads your legs and slots between them as your breath catches. His thumb softly brushes at a spot on your navel lovingly, a glittering geo symbol engraved on your skin there, glowing subtly like his horns. You let out a moan.

Then his touch goes lower and teases at your entrance, circling the hole and dipping in just barely.

“Z-Zhongli-!”

Another growl comes out of his throat, deep and guttural. “You dare speak another man’s name in my presence? In my realm? When you belong to me?”

You gulp, knot in your throat, mind dizzy, heart and body aching.

And then you smile. Softly. Pained.

“Morax, my love… n-not so rough, please…” You whisper.

The eroded God leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans when his fingers tease, rub and pull at your hole, spreading you a little, preparing you. His long serpentine tongue invades your mouth as his free hand teases a nipple before sliding to settle at your hip. Your body relaxes and melts down onto the grass, pliant for him.

When you break apart, you see pure love and adoration in his golden eyes, but they no longer carry that wisdom, that solemn and dignified depth. Only a primal desire to keep you, claim you, breed you.

It’s alright…

This was your choice.

Blinking back tears, you moan and struggle a little against the restraints on your wrists, two of Morax’s fingers already pressing deep and curling inside you. You see stars when he quickly finds that spot that shoots pleasure up your spine, having already memorized it. Your sex leaking fluids and spurring him on.

Then, Morax pulls out and you feel the tip of his cock press against you, you gasp, back arching as he slowly presses forward inside your warm heat with a pleased groan.

“S-so big… ah!” You whimper, bucking your hips on reflex.

“My mate. So pretty. I will fill you up.” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded as he rolls his hips, inch after inch sinking into you languidly until he sheathes to the hilt, your legs spread around him. Morax slides his large hands around your hips, lifting them to pull closer and deeper, the new angle making his cockhead press deep against your sweet spot. He wastes no time thrusting in and out, gradually picking up the pace.

It's almost tender.

Soft keening sounds escape your lips as you lock your legs around his lower back, your feet resting atop the base of his tail which whips around wildly as he starts fucking faster. You feel the world blur around you, all that exists is you two and the mounting pleasure, the wet sounds and the slapping of skin against skin.

“Morax… Morax… ah! I’m… I’m c-close…”

He grunts and redoubles his efforts, hands pressing bruising spots at your hips, your insides clenching around him. “Mine.” He growls possessively, and you nod and chant his name over and over. Everything feels hot, dizzy, so much- too much-

You come with a filthy cry tumbling out of your lips, slick juices rolling down your skin. He continues through your overstimulated state, chasing his own pleasure as his thrust become erratic until finally, he stills deep inside and moans long and low, painting your insides white.

The two of you ride out your orgasms in tandem, then he drapes over you, kissing your skin softly and making you sigh.

“My love, please, release me?” You try, struggling against the cuffs once again. “I want to touch you.”

“No.” He snarls. “You’ll only try to escape again.”

“I-I won’t… hng… I promise. I’m yours.” You reply breathless, full of emotion.

Morax eyes you with a stern expression, contemplating for a moment before letting out a soft huff. You feel the geo cuffs dissipate into golden dust, your aching limbs free, though sore, but you ignore it as your hand weakly cups his cheek, thumb rubbing at the golden scars there. Morax leans into the soft touch, nuzzling your palm.

“Love you.” The eroded dragon mutters, and you imagine it’s your lover telling you, despite his decaying fractured mind.

“I… I love you too.” You reply softly, bittersweet tears rolling down your face.

Forever and always.

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…It is said that his lover made the ultimate sacrifice.

Willingly locked with the eroded god in a sealed realm, to keep him ensnared, enchanted and bound to them.

Until they both turn to dust.

#zhongli smut #genshin smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #gn reader #eroded zhongli #I guess that's gonna be a tag omg #man this was so much fun I broke my own heart :)))#I remember a friend always used to find ways to mix angst into everything including but specially smut #this is her influence lmao

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silvergyus · 3 months

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GIRL DAD YEONJUN IS A BIG YES LIKE OML I STALKED THROUGH YOUR HEADCANONS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN i do not regret it its 7am and im melting from the fluffiness of it all

but what about the other members 👀

how would they be as a girldad and as a boydad? i’d love to see your take on it!

omg omg thank you so much anon🩷 we must be on opposite sides of the world lol

hehe I feel like I have differing opinions than the rest of moablr but please headcanon what you like!

txt as dads

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun:

I obviously believe in girl dad!yeonjun supremacy (read more here and here) but I feel like he could also have an extremely cool son- think adult-size sunglasses too big for his lil face. a taste for fashion when his friends are wearing those horrendous neon Nike shorts. but yeonjun's daughter would be such a daddy's girl and he would be a girl dad first and foremost. yeonjun isn't as into video games as some of the other members so I feel like his son (or daughter) wouldn't be as into them as the kids of the other members either

rest of the members under the cut

⋆｡°✩ Soobin:

I believe in girl dad!soobin because 1.) it's the most adorable thing ever and 2.) I think it would be so funny

hear me out, we obviously saw him with the twins but he said he was super nervous going into that since he is only used to hanging out with his nephew. imagine soobin with two daughters having his first son and he thinks it's gonna be a breeze since "boys are easier" but boy, was he wrong. his cutie son is a lot to handle and it turns out raising a boy from birth is a *lot* different than being a leader

like every other moa, I can see soob having the most kids. he just seems like the type of guy to have kids hanging off of him. plays video games with his kids but is also very strict about them washing their face/brushing their teeth. reads to them a lot and gets sucked into the storybooks they read together even when it's something silly like the day the crayons quit (a favorite of mine when I was a student librarian hehe)

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu:

BOY DAD!!! I know girl dad!beomgyu is so popular but I just feel in my heart that he is a boy dad!! picture him and his son in matching sunglasses and tshirts. those silly ones with like "the original" on his and "the remix" on his son's. would call the baby "beomgyu junior" the whole pregnancy but once the baby was born he would have a million lil nicknames for that kid.

I can specifically picture beomgyu getting one of the other members to both go out with their babies in carriers on their chests and they just wave to everyone they see with the babies' hands. like, use the babies' hands to wave instead of theirs

boy dad beomgyu who builds the best pillowforts and is the best at play fighting and buys the coolest nerf guns and foam swords. boy dad beomgyu who had a special relationship with his dad and carries those traditions on with his kids. boy dad beomgyu who plays guitar for his kids and they think he's the coolest dad ever

if he has a daughter, she totally roughhouses with the boys but she gets princess treatment when she sits on daddy's lap while he plays guitar, her tiny fingers resting on the wood so she can feel the vibrations of the music. her big eyes filled with such deep appreciation for the music.

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun:

hmmm, honestly I also feel boy dad but he has a science son :) his wide-eyed son with glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and an ant farm and he exclusively wears dinosaur tshirts. taehyun and him nerd out together all the time. his son loves the planetarium and the library and also is in all the school plays. plays minecraft with beomgyu's son and soobin's oldest daughter

however, I can also see tyun's kids playing a lot of soccer (I can see him with two boys, close in age). they both would be on the soccer team that he assistant coaches (thank you @https-yeonjun for that headcanon<3). they are both into soccer- just like their daddy- and the one is into a bunch of other sports so he's always off to practice somewhere with his grass-stained knees and toothy grin. the three of them would spend match days glued to the tv to watch their favorite team. he'd buy them all matching jerseys for their favorite team too, with each of their favorite players names on the back

also taehyun would absolutely get a cat for his kids and they would have a chore wheel for days on who feeds it/ cleans the litterbox

if tyun had a daughter she would have the highest standards as a grown-up like. not quite spoiled like yeonjun's daughter, but omg the absolute most princess treatment of all time. that girl would have all her oranges peeled and her juice poured in her favorite cup and her hair brushed and she would never walk because she'd want to be carried everywhere and her daddy is strong so he carries her. she totally wears the matching soccer jerseys with her brothers and daddy too like, c'mon. soccer jersey and tutu and she absolutely crushes the other team when she's on the field

⋆｡°✩ Hyuka:

I feel like hyuka girl dad??? I also feel like he has the second most kids behind soobin. his daughter is just like him, effortlessly good at playing musical instruments. she plays like 4 and the house is always full of music. he's really calm as a dad and he isn't super shook when his kids act up. really good at gentle parenting and loves to teach his kids through their shared interests.

his daughter's bed is absolutely full of plushies. she def collects them and names them and they have a special order they have to go in on her bed. she sleeps with them all every night and gives each one a kiss before she goes to sleep. he takes her to the store and is the biggest enabler of her collection. he says he isn't spoiling her, just gifting her as a fellow collector, but we know she's spoiled

you know how hyuka is a copy-and-paste of his dad? if he has a son it's 100% gonna be a carbon copy of him. like, that boy is a HUENING and everyone can tell. tallest kid in his grade and has the exact same laugh and nose and eye crinkles.

any hueningkids would absolutely LOVE pokemon though, just like their dad. and they would totally get a dog and name it eevee

#hehe I had so much fun writing these omg #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt headcanons #ari writes #ari's mailbox 📬#yeonjun soft hours #soobin soft hours #beomgyu soft hours #taehyun soft hours #hueningkai soft hours #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #dad!txt

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rebouks · 2 months

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Hey Bird Boy!

I promised I’d write didn’t I? I’m missing you already, which is kinda stupid and cheesy, but true! There aren’t any other kids around now the holidays are over, so it’s just old people and super outdoorsy people who walk really fast with weird sticks and stuff, lame! Daddy lent me his crappy polaroid he uses for work so I can send you pictures and stuff so at least I’ve got something to do, they won’t be as good as yours but it’s better than nothing.

I tried to get a good picture but it’s hard to hold this huge thing with one hand and this is the best I could do but my teeth are totally starting to grow back so maybe I won’t look so dumb soon.. you can’t really see em but I can feel em poking through!!! It kinda hurts but I suppose we only have to grow em once so it’s not so bad. Growing teeth as a baby doesn’t count cos you can’t remember it.. how many teeth does your little sister have?!

I’m super looking forward to getting to know you properly since I can ask you stuff now! I’ll try n remember to ask you things instead of talking about myself the whole-time cos that’d be annoying to reply to, wouldn’t it?

By the way.. I took a bunch of pictures of my dad until I caught him laughing just to show you that he can be fun and nice, not always grumpy! He thinks he looks cool with his gold teeth but I think they make him look goofy, like a wannabe pirate haha!! YARRR!

I set Amber free cos I started to feel bad about keeping her cooped up in that tiny plastic box and I don’t think I’d like it if I were her, like how I’m starting to hate this stupid tower! I miss looking at her but I decided to start collecting fancy rocks instead since they’re not alive and don’t have any feelings. Dad digs up stuff for work sometimes so it makes total sense!! He said I’m not allowed to join him for that but we can do it on our own instead.. he bought me a big pretty one to start my collection, even though it’s kinda like cheating it still counts!

We found a birdwatching book stuffed in the back of the bookshelf looking for this notebook and dad said we should put some food out to see which ones we could spot.. they attacked him whilst he was putting the seeds out though so he said it was a stupid hobby and that he didn’t want to do it anymore. GET READY FOR THIS!!!

Ahahahahaahaaa I almost dropped his camera laughing at him and he took it off me for a couple days but it was totally worth it, please please pleaaaaase keep this picture cos I almost didn’t wanna send it to you so I could laugh at it forever and ever hahahaha!!!!

Oh, and I told daddy to take some pictures of me whilst I wasn’t looking like you do cos I thought it’d be neat, but I forgot I asked him to do it and got mad at him cos I was in my pj’s and my hair was all crazy.. it’s kinda funny I GUESS!! Plus, he said it made us even for me sending you the picture of him with the birds so here you go BUT DON’T KEEP THIS ONE!!

I got carried away and forgot to ask you stuff so here’s a list!

How old are you?

When’s your birthday?

Do you have any pets?!

What’s your favourite food?

Do you have all your big teeth yet? (it totally looked like it but you never know!!)

I was gonna think of more stuff to ask you and now the back of this page looks really empty but my brain farted and I really wanna send you this so you can send one back! I’ll think of more I promise!! I’m looking forward to “talking” to you so I guess you can write about whatever you want.. and I wanna see your house!! I bet your pictures will be way better than mine!

Yours excitedly, Alex :]

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #robin finch #alexandra sampson #AHHHHHHHH #✉!!#having a pen-pal as a kid was so fun omg #they'd rather get to hang out in person but STILL #adorbs even when they're apart #🥺#it's so fun writing letters from characters pov too btw cos you can say a big fu to grammar and write whatever the hell u want #10/10 would recommend #let's start a thing where our oc's pair up as pen-pals and write to each other skjdk

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merakiui · 2 months

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Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #no one can shake azul from his pompous villain monologues quite like his darling can #on second thought maybe he won't get another angst fic #maybe i'll write this sort of concept with him #magical girl aus are so fun orz #OMG HIS VILLAIN OUTFIT IS THE GLOMAS OUTFIT..................#villain jade or villain floyd is also a yummy thought #twin villains who drive you insane because they're so annoying #omg maybe you're actually their maid outside of being a magical girl but they don't know that #and you don't know they're the villains always causing so much trouble #crowley is your pocket-sized mentor mascot and he's TERRIBLE at his job #(name): a little help here crowley!!! how am i supposed to beat *that* (gesturing to overblot tako)#crowley: believe in yourself? :3 anyways good luck don't die~~~#too many thoughts...

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