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don’t talk to me if I’m overstimulated and sweating and it’s way too hot for me to even breathe cause I’ll kill you

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god fuck i want to grind on someone's bulge and leave the perfect little wet spot that turns them feral

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Hey I wanted to ask,

given how many people lash out on fic writers right now, what would make you quit a fandom? Like really really quit and perhaps never come back? So many darkfic writers I saw quit either because of hate or bullying

what would be your limit?

That's tough actually because I'm seeing some get active blaming or hate, even I got hate for writing a soft/fluff character dark in my main fandom

Maybe I wouldn't say I quit writing, but depending in which fandoms I get hated in, I quit those when I receive more hate than anything, so that would get me questioning my standings...

And I don't even know if these people report the writers so it can be that one day I would get a message that my tumblr account has been deactivated or even deleted so there's that. Although I trust tumblr checking the reports so they can decide whether it's right or false.

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🎯 INFILTRATE HERE 🎯

*simon said calmly*

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꒰ pov. cutie König trying to wake you up, you aren't a morning person ꒱

König had been awake for at least an hour, already dressed, already restless. But you? You were still buried under the blankets, curled up like a stubborn little cocoon.

He sighed, kneeling beside the bed, his large hand gently nudging your shoulder. "Maus, wake up," he whispered, his voice warm but insistent.

You groaned in protest, burrowing deeper. He huffed a quiet laugh before leaning down, his breath brushing your ear. "If you don’t get up, I will carry you," he warned playfully. No reaction. A pause.

And then, without another word, König slipped his arms under you, effortlessly lifting you into the air, blankets and all. "Nooo—!" you whined, flailing weakly as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Too late, little one. The day has begun."

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On a boat, on a lake (any size), Earth

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Sad thing is even if you use watermarks, there are literal sites that exist to get them removed and even if creators put them into a corner, some will get creative and crop the gif to cut the watermark out and still credit them as their own.

This is just one of the many reasons gif makers are leaving this site.

You stop making gifs because the lack of interaction clearly suggests that whatever you post is no longer good enough.

And then you find out that people who cannot even be bothered to reblog your original posts are constantly stealing your gifs and repost them as their own.

The same people who keep posting about how important it is to credit creators.

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I'm late as always but hey it's William 😌

“You're not driving like that,” he says with a frown.

“I’m driving you home,” he says firmly. “Open the door.”

OoooOooOo PROTECTIVE WILLIAM! 🔥

You really shouldn't. You don't know this guy very well, and even if you did, you shouldn't let him know where you live. He could be a stalker. He could be a serial killer.

<- Wait until reader finds out about the military base 😏🙂‍↕️

“Open the door. Now.” His commanding tone cuts through your exhaustion.

<- Woah the door suddenly opened itself magically! :o ;-; *eyebrow wiggle*

“Safety first,” he deadpans. “Watch your fingers.” Then he pulls away and shuts the door.

<- I'M STAYING SEATED SIR!

“Of course you would wake up after I carry you in,” William says.

<- You stopped carrying me so I woke up because I miss my pillow, Willy 🥺

He laughs softly to himself and picks up your keys from the counter. At this point, he doesn't think you will mind if he uses your car to stop by his motel room and a store. He carefully locks the door as he leaves. Maybe you'll be awake by the time he gets back.

<- Ayo Willy boy is sneaky 👀

Drive You Home

William Tell X Reader (Gender Neutral)

The beginning of this fic was originally posted as a blurb titled "Sick" for @cocommunitymoon's Blurbsday Thursday.

Description: When you get sick and have to leave your job at the local casino early, an unexpected helper drives you home. (1.4K~ words)

Warnings: Light sickfic (no emeto), hurt/comfort. Swearing. Not Beta’d. Reader lifted by an adult (look, I'm a heavy person, and the whole carrying Reader thing normally takes me right out of a story… but we all know William got those army muscles, ‘kay?) (Please let me know if I missed any.)

A loud tap on the window of your car makes you jolt awake from your unplanned nap. Heart pounding, you grip the steering wheel and look around. As you peer out the window, you recognize one of your regular customers from the casino bar standing right next to your car.

He motions for you to open the door.

Warily, you turn the key and roll down the window instead, just enough to hear him clearly.

“They said you went home sick,” he says, brown eyes pinning you with an intense glare.

You nod slowly, trying not to move your head too much so the nausea doesn't creep back on you.

“Why are you still here in your car?” He presses.

Your tongue feels like lead as you struggle to force words out.

“Just…resting, before I drive.”

You blink slowly, wanting to keep your eyes closed a little longer…you jerk yourself awake again and look up.

He's still standing by your car, shaking his head.

“You're not driving like that,” he says with a frown.

“I'm just-”

“I’m driving you home,” he says firmly. “Open the door.”

You really shouldn't. You don't know this guy very well, and even if you did, you shouldn't let him know where you live. He could be a stalker. He could be a serial killer.

He leans down so that he is at eye level with you.

“Open the door. Now.” His commanding tone cuts through your exhaustion.

Maybe he’ll let you sleep for a while before he murders you.

You unlock the door and open it slowly so that you don't hit him with it.

Oh shit, maybe you should have tried to hit him with the door?

He’s crouching down to help you out of the driver’s seat before you even know what's happening. His warm hands brace you against the doorframe as you frown and fight to control the bile rising in your throat.

“Can you walk?” He asks.

“Yeah, just…a sec…” you say, eyes closed with concentration. You turn and grab at the car for support, then lurch towards the back of the car on unsteady feet.

“Hey, slow down. There's no rush,” he cautions.

His hands cup your shoulders from behind. His steady grip guides you all the way around to the passenger side and through the door. You land on the seat with an unceremonious “oof!” 

He lifts your legs into the car then leans in, hands moving around you. You tense as far away from him as the seat will allow and squeeze your eyes shut. 

This is it. He's going to kill you and drive your body out where no one will find it. 

You hear a click, then you gasp as the seatbelt tightens around you. Your eyes open and meet his gaze. You're sure he can read your surprise.

“Safety first,” he deadpans. “Watch your fingers.” Then he pulls away and shuts the door.

You take a deep breath in and try to calm your racing pulse. In no time at all, he's seated next to you, buckling his own seatbelt and starting your car.

“Give me your address,” he orders. 

You manage to tell him without throwing up or passing out.  

“Good job; you can rest now,” he says gently.

You close your eyes and lean your head back on the seat. The car hums into drive beneath you.

You mumble something that he can't hear.

“What?”

“...your name,” you try again.

“William Tell. We've spoken before.”

“Yeah, broken apple guy,” you murmur to yourself.

You stretch your legs out as far as the space allows and rest your palms on your thighs. It feels like being driven home as a kid. The steady shake and sway of the car takes over your muscles. The background sounds of the road, other cars, the turn signal clicking, are all quietly predictable. Your parents’ soft voices talking about nothing important, not to a kid, not when you're so tired…

A warm hand on your shoulder pulls you back to consciousness slowly. 

“You're home.”

You can't stop the groan that escapes your throat. Frustrated tears fall from your closed eyes.

Why are they waking you up? Why can't you just sleep in the car for a little longer? You can't possibly move, and Mom says you're too big for her to carry in the house anymore…

Someone is carrying you, though. You hum your contentment. 

A voice reverberates through your skin.

“Gonna put you on the couch.” 

The voice is muffled. You hear it but can't push your brain to form an answer. 

You know you're inside when the light dims on the other side of your eyelids. You recognize your apartment, almost in the same way you recognize things in dreams. Maybe it's the unique smell of home?

Your fingers brush against the couch as someone lays you down on it. Someone… shit, “someone” was a man you barely knew, who had just carried you into your house.

“William,” you groan out.

You twist on the couch and force your eyes open with a grunt. 

“Of course you would wake up after I carry you in,” William says.

You sit up slowly and groggily rub your eyes. “Sorry… How long?”

“About twenty minutes,” he answers. “Where's your thermometer?”

“Bathroom," you murmur.

You lean against the armrest and pull your legs up next to you. Your eyes drop closed again.

A shuffle in front of you wakes you up. William’s warm hand cups your jaw. “Open.”

You part your lips and wait for him to slide the thermometer under your tongue. 

“Keep it still,” he reminds you when your tongue nearly jostles the instrument out of place.

It beeps brightly. William keeps his hand under your jaw as he takes it out and reads it.

“You've got a high fever. Sit up and take these.”  He holds out some pills for you, along with a glass of water.

You stare at him for a moment. When did he even get those things? He seems to be finding his way around your space with no problem.

You sit up straighter and take both pills and water from him, tilting your head back as you swallow them. You move to hand the glass back to him.

“Try to drink more. You need to stay hydrated.”

You take another long drink before your eyes droop closed, then he takes the glass from you. You shift on the couch, folding your arms over yourself with a shiver as sleep pulls at your mind. You really should talk to him, thank him for bringing you home, then stand up and show him out, lock the door behind him…

You jolt at the feeling of a blanket settling over you.

"Easy; it's ok. Just getting you comfortable."

Hands slide under your legs and torso, scooting you to lie down fully on the couch. You groan quietly, not really protesting him touching you so much as having to move at all.

You hear a rustle of fabric as he stands back up. 

"Get some rest."

You make a sound like you're going to speak, but the words won't come. Your tongue feels too heavy in your mouth. You're aware of his presence, but you can't bring yourself out of the hazy almost-sleep to do anything. You hope he doesn't take offense that you haven't even offered him a drink…

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William watches you sleep for a moment as he considers his next move. In your current condition, he doesn't want to leave you by yourself for long in case you get worse, and he can tell from the single toothbrush in the single bathroom that you live alone. Which means that with all the boundaries he's just stepped over, you're even more likely to suspect he's a stalker or a serial killer. He runs a hand over his slicked-back hair.

Broken apple guy.

He laughs softly to himself and picks up your keys from the counter. At this point, he doesn't think you will mind if he uses your car to stop by his motel room and a store. He carefully locks the door as he leaves. Maybe you'll be awake by the time he gets back.

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Masterlist

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love and appreciation to all fanfic writers who write darkfics

love and appreciation to all fanfic writers who write about rape/non-con

extra love and appreciation to all fanfic writers who write darkfics, rape/non-con and tag their warnings properly

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JYN ERSO Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

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ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)

cassian and his oh moment

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN On the set of Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones | R2-D2: Beneath the Dome (2001)

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"I need a fic about this!"

but have you commented on an existing fic today? have you left guest kudos today on that fic you've already kudos-ed before but can't stop coming back to? have you shared a writer's post today?

have you supported your writers today such that they feel encouraged enough to write the fic you are asking for tomorrow?

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cutie patootie 🥹

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Andrew Garfield Spider-man romantic concept or alphabet pls!?!?

Sure! Hope I got the GIF right.... Written from notes I took while watching the first movie.

Yandere! Andrew Garfield! Spider-Man HCs

(The Amazing Spider-Man 2012)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Stalking, Minor stealing, Secret picture taking, Breaking and entering, Web restraints, Clingy behavior, Consensual -> Possibly Forced/Dubious relationship.

Honestly... He seems like such a sweet guy.

He isn't the most popular person... even when he's Spider-Man at school.

Yet he's always had this need to stand up for others.

He's done it since he was young and once he accidentally got bitten by that spider, he decided to use his newfound strength to be a vigilante and protect others.

He's not the best with romance... He's always been a rather awkward kid that preferred to study like his father.

Despite being shy and socially awkward... Peter's kind and caring.

He's protective of those he cares about, especially after losing his parents and uncle.

Not only that but he's proven to be playful at times, even as Spider-Man.

Honestly... He'd be so cute towards you.

He's a photographer which means there will be frequent pictures he takes of you.

Yet... this is yandere HCs, so obviously most of those pictures are when you're not aware.

He keeps them in a desk at home or even his locker.

He finds you attractive and wants to preserve your beauty through little images.

He's just a shy nerdy kid before the spider.

He admires you from afar, unsure how to properly talk to you.

You two could probably even be friends and there's times he flusters, hiding away his true darker feelings.

He really wants to date you... trying to impress you with his knowledge even if you're unsure about it.

He always gives you a sweet smile, teasing and playing with you at times if you two are close friends.

Before the spider it's just secret picture taking... maybe stealing things like chapstick, hair ties, or small bracelets to keep....

After the spider? He can do so much more.

He can protect you so much more.

Peter is naturally secretive, especially due to his true identity and obsession over you.

He's scared when he develops super strength before he's able to harness it, tensing when you jump as he accidentally pitches something too hard or squashes something.

Or even him accidentally sticking to you.

It's embarrassing....

But once he's learned how to properly use his powers, Peter dedicates himself to making the city safe... especially when he thinks about you.

Peter is of course protective of his crush because he's a hero who has experienced a lot of loss in his life.

So naturally he tries to soothe himself by keeping you safe.

Peter would definitely watch over you as Spider-Man.

He's like your personal guardian angel, climbing up the wall of your home or perching himself in a tree to watch you.

He wants to make sure you get home safely... that you have a good night's sleep... and maybe a few pictures won't hurt?

He's secretive about his identity around you, just to keep you safe.

He'd rather you know him as being Peter Parker, your lovable best friend... or more....

Yet you just know he's going to slip up at some point and you find out.

After all, the guy rarely even knocks on your door.

He knocks on your window when he wants to hang out.

But... He's your best friend....

So even if you know his identity, you'd never tell a soul.

Peter definitely sneaks into your room often.

Sometimes it's just to hang out, he's all shy as he settles by your window to knock.

He loves being around you... You soothe him from all his stresses.

Your home is like a safe haven for him.

Even after nights where he's injured after being Spider-Man you accept him in, treating the wounds you can before allowing him to crash at your place.

The room is filled with you... little items and smells... then of course there's you.

He's infatuated... his crush is intense whenever it comes to you.

Peter is someone who struggles with words... So he most likely uses actions more often.

So imagine him confessing to you similar to how he does Gwen in the movie?

He'd playfully pull you close to him using a web to kiss you, or just hold you close.

He's definitely a soft yandere towards you.

He'd be your sweet heroic boyfriend who wants nothing more than to keep you safe.

He's a surprisingly tame yandere... If you ignore the fact his desk is full of photos and things you supposedly 'lost'.

He'd never show you that little shrine though....

He has an image he needs to uphold around you.

Peter wants to be your silly goofy boyfriend... The one who playfully teases you whenever he visits you.

He wants to sneak you kisses, to playfully pull you into his lap with his webs....

He adores you, completely whipped for you.

Peter would try to hide any jealousy he has towards you.

He does feel it... but he's socially awkward and wouldn't really be sure how to deal with it.

It would probably be something as simple as him clinging to you more, murmuring about plans he wants to make with you.

He could care less if people tease him about his attraction towards you.

They don't understand what you have... They don't understand what he'd do to you.

What I'd say makes him tame is the fact that, like most Spider-Man variants, he has a no kill policy.

Peter would tie people up and knock them out... but murder is rather out of character.

Although... This is a yandere story...

If he slipped up and killed someone he felt was going to harm you, he'd never tell you.

He's shaking, the blood staining his spandex as he just realizes he's made a horrible mistake.

Criminal/villain or not... Peter realizes how far he's gone for you.

He's killed for you... just to keep you safe and to himself...

He's dedicated himself to you in countless ways already...

Maybe you really are the one for him if he's changed this much for you?

He's such an affectionate partner.

He's calling Aunt May often, telling her he's at your house for countless nights.

Some nights it's like he practically lives with you, asking if he can cook for you or just wanting cuddles after a long night of being Spider-Man.

You oblige, seems harmless enough....

Although, you really wish you'd stop having to wash blood from his clothes due to his injuries... at least you hope it's his blood.

But... Peter would never kill anyone, right?

Your sweet boyfriend could never....

Although... He does get rather needy lately.

He clings to you during classes, he waits for you at work, he swings to your home every night....

Even when you tell him to go stay at his house with his aunt, he says he'll only do it if you come with him.

He's attached to your hip, giving you frequent kisses and cuddles.

He loves you... a bit too much....

Even on dates when others are around, you feel him stick a web to you to prevent you from leaving.

Or maybe he just puts a hand to your waist, his hand sticking to you to do the exact same thing.

You doubt you could ever leave him... He's so clingy.

However... Imagine sleeping over at his house one night and he asks you to get him something.

You open his desk... only for your heart to drop.

There's countless photos of you and small trinkets you thought you dropped.

Peter would freak out if you found all that.

He is indeed a man of many masks... and he's worried you'll leave him.

You no doubt think he's a freak and he hates it....

But... He can't let you leave him.

It's dangerous without your Spider-Man protecting you....

So imagine you try to break up with him, you try to leave his home....

Yet your boyfriend quickly uses his webslinger to tie you up in a web, holding you close.

"Look... I'm sorry... I can explain...! Please don't leave me...."

He knows this is wrong, he should really let you go.

But he can't... He won't... He's done too much to have you be his....

So, there he lays on his bed, holding your webbed form as you try to scream through the webbing on your mouth.

He tries to soothe you, holding you close and kissing your skin.

He'll never let you go... no... he's always meant to be your Spider-Man... You hero...

Once he talks things out with you and tells you how much you mean to him with some cuddles... You'll forgive him, won't you?