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MY KINK IS KARMA LIVE BRIDGE

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Tasteful bulge? Yeah I would like a taste f- [I am interrupted by the sound of a dry twig snapping. This is impossible, as I am in the infinite linoleum bathroom dimension for this joke.]

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just so y’all know i’ve been going feral over this one too

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#an icon, a legend, and she is the moment

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That old man should be grunting and sweating on top of me right now what the fuck

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taylor swift is neither tortured nor is she any kind of poet lol

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Sam Drake in UNCHARTED 4

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how many more swifties must i block i am going insane.

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it’s loving fat women monday!!!!

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Hi there !

As I am going through my bookmarks on AO3 I’ve read some of your stories again and I just wanted to tell you that I love them, you’re an incredible writer.

Maybe I am repeating myself but Lump was out of this world in terms of deepness, Wine wine whine is soooo hot, and my personal favorite is I think we’ve got chemist-tree because it has everything in it, it’s so romcom coded. It’s like a sweet treat to me and it’s in my top 5 Sam’s fic that I re-read every now and then.

Thank you for feeding my delusions about Sam lol.

Hope you’re having a great day, sending you love and sunshine 🌞 💜

Oh my gosshshshshsh this has put the biggest smile on my face 🥹 thank you so much- you genuinely don't know how much this means to me.

God, I need to re-visit WWW, but i am so scared to read it again. It's like 3 years old now, and I haven't read it since I published it back then. Will I die of cringe? Perhaps. Eek.

I'm so happy you like Lump. It was very much needed, and I am so so thrilled that people have found it as healing as I have. And chemis-tree was so fun. Love rom-com vibes, me.

Gosh, it's so unbelievably sweet of you to say all of this. Gah! I could hug you! Thank you for supporting my delusions!! I hope you enjoy some other stuff I've got in the works at the moment. Sending all the love and sunshine back. Big hugs from a very emotional girl❤️✨

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"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

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Replayed uncharted4 and tll a while ago so here we are

(Bonus) legacy of thieves in one pic:

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are you alive? i miss you on my dash 😢

I AM! UNFORCH! (jest)

Was it that long? :')

Thanks for checking in, anon! I've had a tough month or two but I'm doing okay. Big love to you <333

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Lump

{Sam Drake x F!Reader}

This is a lil love letter to those of you who feel like you’re not worthy of being loved in the same way as those in smaller bodies. Not expecting much traction on this, but it's self-indulgent and I'm just happy I wrote something. Though primarily written with chunky gals (me) in mind, I still hope this can soothe anyone who feels uncomfortable in their own skin. CW: There’s a subtle discussion of fat fetish subculture here (it is absolutely NOT glorified- Quite the opposite, in fact. No shame to those who dig that kind of thing, but it’s not my vibe which I’m sure you’ll be able to tell), so if that’s something you feel uncomfortable thinking about, pls move on. Of course, I wrote this with Sam in mind because I’m a whore, but honestly, this could just be anyone. I’m struggling big time, but this was a nice spoonful of medicine and a necessary moment of reflection. Not for everyone, but regardless, I hope you enjoy :) x

Masterlist

Sam’s hands are used to ‘rough’. To unforgiving iron bars. Crumbling stone. Splintered wood. The stippled rubber of weaponry grip. He’s got the callouses to prove it.

For a long time, it was all he knew. It was him. Rough. There was never a need for contrast.

He thought that it would demand caution. To have to sacrifice everything he’d started to reclaim and do for himself. He doesn’t want to be careful. So for a long time, he avoided anything ‘soft’.

But with her, he realised that not only did he want it, but he needed it. With her, he can indulge. With her, he’s able to grab and squeeze and tug with abandon. To soothe the soreness of his fingertips within her smooth, yielding ‘soft’. 

To him, she is everything, even when she saw herself as nothing.

She’s not a reflection of glossy front covers. Nor the proportionately sculpted forms that stand sentinel in the halls of museums or the centre of fountains. She doesn’t believe it, but to him, she has always been a masterpiece unto herself.

‘A lump’, she used to call herself. A playground insult. Not harmless, but on the surface, tame. “I’m a lump compared to all these girls.”

He was cooking— the first time he heard her say it. She was perched on the counter, traipsing from one online clothing store to the next, paying more attention to the models than the outfits. He laughed. “Ridiculous,” he replied, shaking his head as the wooden spoon in his hand cut through bubbling ragu- a specialty. A comfort. Reminiscent of his mother’s existence. He held the spoon up to her lips, prying her face away from blue light with a hand stretched over her thigh.

To him, the word ‘lump’ meant discomfort. An anomaly. A flaw. A slab of something undesirable that took up space much to the disdain of others in its proximity. In his eyes she was the furthest away from any of those things he thought possible.

“Here. It’s missing somethin’.” 

He lied.

He knew it was perfect. He just wanted to watch her eat. To pass his mother’s affection to her.

She hesitated, then shook her head.

He frowned, hand moving from thigh to soft jaw. “Open up f’me”, he urged, eyes narrowed.

A warm flush tinted her cheeks and eye contact broke. 

For a fleeting moment, she considered whether or not there there was a deep-rooted fetish involved in his attraction to her. So she asked him if that was the case.

When he realised what she was implying, for the first time, he saw the cracks ran deeper than just a childish nickname. She was so worn down that she truly believed the only way someone could find her attractive was if they reduced her to some sort of Machiavellian fixation.

He realised that the thought had crossed his mind once before. And he hated himself for it.

He’d read about it years ago- it was featured in some dirty contraband magazine whilst he was inside. He found himself reflecting on it again after he’d gotten hard from her licking cake batter off the spoon when he’d visited her apartment for the first time. But he had come to the conclusion the whole kink thing wasn’t him. This wasn’t objectification. Control. Coercion. He’d feel the same regardless of her size. 

It wasn't about the superficial aspects of her appearance or some strange fetishisation of consumption and weight, but rather about nourishing her in every sense of the word. Mind, body, soul.

She’d called herself a lump. This was merely his way of telling her that she was wrong. That she’s just as deserving of food and love and sex as anyone else.

And with that realisation, the fear that had momentarily gripped him slipped away as he swore there was nothing untoward about the way he felt about her.

He understood the depth of his feelings. For once, his words didn’t fail him, and he explained it plainly: he loved her. All of her. He’d found a sense of purpose and belonging he had never known before. He wanted her to feel cherished. Cared for. To make up for everyone who had ever done her wrong, and equally, showing that he was capable of nurturing in a way that he’d not been shown since his childhood. This was therapeutic for him.

Months later, he’d caught her crying in front of the mirror. An outfit not looking the way she wanted it to. And she did it again. Called herself a ‘lump’. This time, he didn’t laugh. She argued back at him when he told her not to call herself shit like that. That she was gorgeous just as she was. She called him a liar. Spat venom. But he kept on repeating it. That she’s beautiful. That she’s everything. Again and again, even as he fucked her against the mirror, kissing away tears and revering in every inch of her beauty that she despised.

She cried again that night. But this time it was because he had finally begun to turn her self perception on its sorry head.

He needs the soft, yes, but here she realised she needs the rough. The persistent reminders and the tough love.

Sam’s insomnia is a blessing now. He listens to her breathe and watches her eyelids twitch, smiling to himself as he wonders what she’s dreaming about, legs tangled, skin on skin. She hugs his arm into her chest as his other traverses over the curves and bumps and dimples she’s trying so hard to fall in love with the same way he has.

He whispers words of adoration, hoping they'll seep into those dreams, mending the cracks in her fragile self-esteem. And more. Kintsugi.

Sam sighs into her skin. Once upon a time the things he whispers to her would’ve been a front. Cheap flattery. Dive bar bait. Generic honey that drips off of the tongue and down into strangers’ ears so they get lured in just long enough for a moment of selfish pleasure.

But now the honey comes from his heart. The pit of his stomach. The deepest recesses of his mind. Genuine and raw. Just for her. 

It’s frightening. One day you’re single and proud of it, swearing never to shackle yourself down with commitment and societal expectations, and the next, you’re ready to lay down your entire life for the sake of helping someone realise their self-worth.

He knows that loving her isn't just about declaring shallow affection— it's about showing her, in every tender touch and lingering gaze, that she is worthy of worship, exactly as she is. And as he holds her close, thumb smoothing over her cheek as she sleeps, he vows to spend a lifetime proving it.

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for those of you ovulating as hard as I am, please i beg you download Quinn i need to discuss Naudio and Dr Rapture and Victoria fucking Pedretti moaning in my little ears with someone STAT.

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bisexual 🤝 aroace people

feeling excluded from the wider queer community cuz we're not gay but we're not straight either

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Hiii it’s me again! I didn’t forget about you! I will send you a direct message after this, but I wanted to entice any other Sam fans to join the convo :)

And yes, your writing is certainly worthy of the high praise! There are some other series I super love by project_icarus and xokiwistarship, but yours and SDTS fics get heavy rereading from me since they scratch my own fanfiction itch.

(TikTok audio) “I love this question!!” I read ATOYO before BSC, in fact, and it’s my favorite so far. Both endings are great in different ways for me. Part 1 I love the dialogue between Sam and the reader, but Part 2 I love the action between Sam and the reader. But Part 2 HITS because I can, like, feel Sam interlacing his fingers with my own or grabbing the small of my back. I love when I get so lost in the text, any text, and it comes to life in your mind.

But yes I’m happy to talk further in the chat! Thanks for indulging me :)

Oh my god this whole message had me sort of squealing and giggling thank you :')

High praise indeed 😭 and to be put on the same level as project_icarus who i am chronically obsessed with??? Got me teary-eyed, babes. Kiwi is incredible- I miss seeing her stuff pop up on my dash I hope she's doing well.

I am so so glad you like both endings. Honestly I feel like the reason I didn't initially post the second (my fave one) is because it doesn't end all sweet and cute and that seems to be what the people want (that plus daddy kinks 🥲 no. sorry.) But I love banter and bickering and two people just being downright nasty (in more ways than one) I had so much fun doing it i genuinely need to think of a way to add a third part to the 'series'.

And the fact thay you have visceral feelings while reading words that I've typed???? That makes me feel humbled as FUCK. Thank you so so so much I really needed to hear all this because, in case you can't tell from my lack of posting, this girl is STRUGGLING to finish anything atm.

You may have punched some of the sparkle back into my gut. Thank you <3