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emeraldsandpearlsss · 5 months ago

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Under Pressure

As a graduation present to yourself you head to the spa to finally get some relaxation. Lucky for you, your masseuse knows just how to work out that tension.

(this is my first attempt at a one shot so be gentle)

WC: 4.4k

content warnings: strangers, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), hand job, riding the tiger

After six grueling years of college, I had finally earned this spa day. Going straight into grad school after getting my Bachelor’s was a decision I knew would be challenging, but I hadn’t anticipated the physical toll it would take on me. The mental hardships I managed with various prescriptions and my nightly date with Lady Indica, but nothing seemed to ease the tension that had been locked in my shoulders for the past three years.

So there I soaked, neck deep in the outdoor mineral bath, as the 104-degree water soothed my aching joints. The spa was hidden away in the mountains, down a winding road flanked by lush greenery. I’d been here for two hours already, cycling between the hot and cold plunge pools and swimming laps. Now I lounged, waiting for my upcoming aromatherapy massage. With the day pass costing upwards of $500, I was determined to make every cent count.

When my 15 minutes were up, I headed inside to the spa’s service area. The receptionist checked me in, handed me a towel, and guided me to the showers to rinse off before my treatment. The hallways were dimly lit and refreshingly cool, infused with the earthy aroma of stone walls, subtly mingled with hints of jasmine and eucalyptus oils. My shower resembled a rock waterfall. This whole place knew how to set a tone.

I quickly undressed, rinsed off, and wrapped myself in the plush towel. My hands lightly shook as I knotted my hair into a silk scrunchie and I felt a flutter of tension deep into my belly. I had never had a massage like this before. I had never spent this much on myself before. But I earned this. I had to keep reminding myself I worked hard for this.

Entering Room 3, I paused to take in the serene atmosphere. The soft, white massage table rested at the heart of a dimly lit room, bathed in a soothing blue glow. The stone-lined walls evoked the serene ambiance of a tranquil cave, inviting a deep sense of calm. I took my place on the table, face up as instructed, and let out a slow, steadying breath.

A soft knock broke the quiet, followed by the gentle creak of the door opening. I turned my head to greet my masseuse and was met with a pair of jade-green eyes illuminated by the room’s soft light.

"Hello," he said, his voice carrying a gentle British accent. "My name is Harry, and I’ll be your massage therapist today."

For a moment, I forgot myself, taking in the sight of him. His soft brown hair was tied back in a bun, mirroring my own. He wore a simple short-sleeved button-down and matching trousers, accented only by a blue name tag. Tattoos adorned his left arm in an intricate array, with just a few scattered on his right. As my gaze traveled back up to meet his eyes, I felt the need to steady my breath.

"H-hi. Hello," I stammered, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that I had nothing but a pair of cotton panties beneath my towel.

"Are there any areas you’d like me to focus on today?" he asked as he moved around the room, setting out lotions and placing a few drops of oil into the diffuser. He was so at ease in his routine and I felt like my world had tilted on its axis.

His words caused an unexpected ache to thrum low in my belly. I clenched my thighs together, hoping to dispel the sensation as discreetly as possible. That particular area hadn't received any focus since the start of my grad program.

By another person that is.

And god three years was a long time to go with only the company of a pink vibrator. And maybe a dildo…and a purple vibrator that had the thrusting motion…and occasionally a plug but only on special occasions…

But no men.

And certainly not men who looked like him. I’d been here for two hours already, cycling between the hot and cold plunge pools and doing some laps in the pool. His hands seemed capable of molding me like play-doh, with veins running along them and up along his firm forearms… It was easy to imagine them working out…tension.

"My shoulders have been sore," I managed to choke out, wincing slightly at the crack in my voice. My shoulders weren’t any more sore than any other part of my body, but I felt like I had to say something.

"Alright," he said with a reassuring nod. "We’ll start there and see how you’re feeling. Just close your eyes and try to relax."

I did as instructed, taking a few calming breaths. The sound of him rolling a stool closer and the faint squeezing of lotion filled the room.

"Is it alright if I touch you now?" he asked gently.

I nodded softly, and his hands found their place on my shoulders, warm and reassuring. His palms pressed firmly into my traps, kneading with a steady rhythm that radiated a soothing warmth through my muscles. His thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles, each motion dissolving knots of tension that had accumulated from countless hours hunched over a computer screen. The relief was immediate, like all of the weight I had been carrying was slowly lifting away.

His fingers traveled with a knowing precision, working their way across the ridges of my shoulders and upper back. A satisfying pressure built with each movement—firm enough to coax the tension from my muscles but never harsh, as if he intuitively understood my threshold. As he moved his hands to my neck, his touch deepened. He slipped his fingers beneath my shoulder blades, a light stretch accompanying the glide upward.

His hands transitioned seamlessly into my hair, the silky strands parting as his fingertips brushed against my scalp. The sensation magnifying the ache between my legs. His touch grounded me in the moment while leaving my senses heightened.

Slowly his hands began to curl around to the sides of my neck, along my pulse point and up to my temples. My heart rate picked up with each pass, my legs flexing and releasing. As he worked his way up to my jaw, his thumbs gently massaging near my earlobes, an unrestrained moan escaped my lips.

Harry’s hands paused, and my breath caught.

I opened my eyes cautiously, only to find his locked with mine, his lips slightly parted.

"Sorry..." I whispered, mortified.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly, and with a subtle nod, resumed his motions without a word.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to calm my racing thoughts and praying he couldn't feel the pounding of my pulse along my throat. But the crimson flush of embarrassment burned across my skin, and my mind refused to settle.

Did I make it weird? I made it weird. Why was he looking at me like that though? I'm sure I just imagined it. It's his job to do this, I doubt I'm the first person to ever make a noise, it's fine. But oh god why is he so quiet? I guess he was quiet before... Was it awkward before? Have I been making this whole thing weird? No, no, it's a spa, you're supposed to relax. It's fine. You're fine. Breathe.

After tending to my arms Harry asked me to turn onto my stomach. I awkwardly maneuvered myself, clinging to the towel as I tried not to tumble off the table. I don't think I could handle embarrassing myself again today. Once in position, I felt a gentle tap on my back.

"I’m going to need you to pull down the towel so I can see your back," he said softly. "I also have this pillow for under your hips."

I shimmied the towel down to my lower back and adjusted the pillow beneath me. To my surprise, it eased a pressure I hadn’t realized had been building in my lower spine.

I looked over my shoulder, daring to make eye contact again. "Is this okay?" I gently ask.

He held my gaze for a moment, his hand resting gently on my calf, before responding, "Perfect." I thought I could see him give a harsh swallow, but surely I must have mistaken it.

Turning to face the ground through the cushioned face hole of the massage bed I felt myself flush again. This man has said little to nothing to me and yet I am disolving into a pile of goo on the floor. Truly pathetic. Call me the Wicked Witch because I, too, will apparently die if I get a little wet.

As Harry gently kneads my legs I feel the ache between my thighs becoming harder to ignore and debate ending the session. This is supposed to be relaxing but I'm so wound up and in my head that I fear I'm making everything worse.

After several more minutes of imagining what other areas my masseuse could work on I let out a frustrated sigh and resigned myself to end the session. I begin to lift myself up when I feel him place a firm hand on the back of my upper thigh. I freeze, my hands gripping the edge of the table but waiting for any indication of what's happening.

"Wh-"

"Just lay back down. I know. I've got you."

I tilt my head in his direction, still too scared to make eye contact for fear that I'm imagining what he's implying.

"Harry what do you..."

He moves his hand up my thigh a fraction of an inch.

Clearing his throat he asks, "Is it alright..." he moves another inch, "if I touch you?"

The question hangs in the air as I try to imagine a world in which things like this happen to people like me.

"Yes," I say in a breathless whisper. Scared that someone will hear. Scared that I'll make him disappear.

He places a hand on my shoulder and delicately pushes me back down onto the table, holding me between the shoulderblades as he slides his hand between my thighs. When I feel the tips of his cool fingers caress me my body tenses on instinct and I clench my legs around him. His minty cool breath hits my face as he bends down and whispers, "relax," in my ear as his index finger begins to glide up and down my now soaked panties.

After a deep breath I begin to ease the tension in my legs, letting them fall farther apart to give him more access.

His hand moves slowly, exploring everything still hidden from him by thin cotton. It’s a dramatic difference from the pounding of my pulse ringing in my ears. My breath comes out in choppy puffs as I harshly swallow and try to calm myself down. The friction of cotton against me sends zings of pleasure through my body and I clench my fingers trying to hold onto this side of the earth as it begins to spin around me. But the pleasure is outweighed by my need to feel him on me. In me.

Without much thought I gently ease my hips up from their propped position on the pillow, my body taking over and letting him know I need more. That’s when I feel his fingers gliding along the seam of my panties, teasing me.

“Can I-”

“Yes,” I let out in a low moan. I’m not above begging at this point. I appreciate the checking in. I do. But if he doesn’t touch me right now I fear I will fall apart, fractured and broken, unable to hold together the ache that's been building inside me.

When he pulls aside my drenched underwear and begins to slide a finger through my arousal everything else in the room turns to fog. There is only the soft glow of blue light, me, and Harry. I am in the clouds and he is propelling me higher. When he finally makes his way to my throbbing clit the ground falls away beneath me.

Harry’s free hand trails up my back until gently tangling with the hair at the base of my neck, giving it a firm hold. His other hand is working slow, torturous circles around my aching nub. Every time I start to feel the pressure build in my lower belly he moves away, collecting more of my arousal before starting the process all over again.

Swirl. Swirl. Swirl. Stop.

Again. And again.

I can’t help it when a whimper escapes my lips as he does it for the fourth time. At the sound Harry gently releases my hair allowing me to look over my shoulder at him, where his sparkling green eyes are already trained on mine. A small smirk is on his lips. He’s enjoying working me up. As we look at eachother I can see the challenge in his eyes. He’s pushing me and I have no stamina to put up a fight. Another desperate whine escaped my throat as I breathlessly choke out a, “please.”

Please is always the magic word.

He keeps our eyes connected as he removes his hand just long enough to drag down my now soaked underwear. One finger slides inside of my dripping pussy, and then a second. My eyes roll back and then close as my jaw falls open, taking in the pleasure and the pressure of the fullness. His fingers are long and hit that spot inside of me that makes stars explode behind my eyes with ease. As he begins to massage my g-spot his thumb resumes the tortuous circling of my clit and I bury my head in the cushions to attempt stifling my moans. My hips begin to rock back, urging him to… I don’t know what. But I need more of him.

Suddenly a firm hand slips around my waist and between my breasts, pulling me up so I’m forced to prop myself on my forearms. His hand continues up and gently locks around my throat. A sob of appreciation escapes me as he begins to fuck me harder with his fingers. Tears pool in my eyes as the pressure in my belly becomes almost too much, begging for release. Harry tightens his thumb and ring finger against my airways, giving me a delicious high as I feel him lean over me again, breathing in sync with me.

“You’re so tense…” he gently pants next to my ear. “You really shouldn’t let it get this bad you know. We’ve got to get all of these knots out…”

Just then Harry releases my throat and tears spill as the headrush overcomes me. I’m gasping, trying to bring myself back to reality, when I’m suddenly pushed back down to the table by my shoulders. Harry holds me firmly to the table as I hear him shuffle around behind me. Then his mouth is on me. He moves to wrap his arms underneath my thighs, his rough fingers digging into my soft skin as he spreads me open and buries his face in my cunt, his tongue gliding up and down - savoring me - before settling on my throbbing clit.

I hear a moan escape him as he firmly sucks my clit between his lips. The pressure of his tongue is the only thing keeping me grounded. Everything else falls away and all that matters is that plump pink mouth pulling me towards nirvana.

His left arm remains holding me tight as his right hand slides up the back of my thigh, leaving a train of goosebumps in their wake. A firm hand gently kneads at my ass before sliding his fingers back into my entrance. The feeling of his mouth and his fingers are so intense I try to lock my legs, but his grip is firm. I am at his mercy and god I fucking love it. I bite on my palm to stifle my moans, not wanting to get caught in here.

Harry is all about the tease. Working me up and leaving me wanting again. My body is all stars and electric currents, twinkling so bright and zapping me back into clarity. But if I am the stars, Harry is the sun, blinding me to every sensation except that mouth. That fucking mouth.

The only sounds are choked sobs, panting breath, and the slick slide of skin on dripping skin. My body is sticky with sweat but the room keeps me cool, despite feeling like every nerve ending is on fire.

I begin to move my hips again, riding his fingers and his mouth as he flicks and sucks and slides in and out of me all at once. Harry groans in appreciation, his fingers digging into my flesh harder. I reach back and grab Harry by his bun, holding him to me, too scared of the moment slipping away. With a low chuckle Harry nips at my swollen nub and then applies pressure with his tongue in a pulsing motion.

The sensation starts in my toes, a gentle fizz like bubbles rising in a glass of celebratory champagne. The tingling spreads, climbing higher and higher. As it reaches my legs, they tense on their own, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation. I don’t notice I’m holding my breath until a dark haze begins to blur the edges of my vision. And then everything inside me shatters.

The orgasm that hits fractures me into a million pieces, too powerful for a sound or a breath to escape. I am frozen with pleasure, completely at his mercy. Harry’s fingers continue to thrust into me, helping me ride out the orgasm as long as I could. Removing his mouth, he blows a cool breath on my sensitive clit and I throb around his fingers as I start to come down. When he finally takes away his hand he softly massages my calves and I work to regain control of my breathing.

Neither of us look at each other for several minutes, the only sound to be heard is our jagged breaths.

In. (hold) Out…

I gather enough strength to sit up and remove the pillow from under my hips and look over to see Harry leaning against the stone wall, watching me closely. His hands are at his sides and he’s subtly flexing his fingers, clearly unsure of what to do next. Despite his black pants and the dim lighting of the room I can still make out that he is in need of a release. The bulge beneath his scrubs looks painfully restrained.

I slide off of the massage table and tentatively walk over to him, never breaking eye contact.

Worry crosses his face as he opens his mouth to speak. “I don’t normally…” but his voice trails off as I slowly lower myself to my knees in front of him. I never take my eyes off of his and can’t help but smile inside as I see his chest begin to rise and fall at a rapid pace.

I place a soft hand on his thigh and tilt my head, giving my best doe eyes. “You really shouldn’t let it get this bad you know…” I glance down and back up, repeating his own words back to him. Sliding my hands up his thighs I let my fingers run along the waistband of his pants. “Can I…?”

Harry lets out a strangled, “yes” as his head falls back against the wall. A few strands of hair have fallen out of his bun and gently curl around his face. I almost lose sight of my task as I take in just how beautiful this absolute stranger is. A faint flush creeps up his neck, his lips are full and slightly swollen, and his eyes carry a subtle, dreamy haze.

I attempt to return his torture by taking my time untying the knot from his scrub pants and pulling them down, but when I see the tiger tattoo on his thigh all plans are thrown out the window. I’m suddenly salivating and desperate to see all of him. More tattoos reveal themselves to me - soft words by his knees and jagged lyrics along his ankles, disappearing behind socks. I bend down to press my lips to one knee, then the other, without thinking. Taking hold of his thighs I begin to kiss my way up, savoring the feel of his muscular thighs as the clench in anticipation. I rise over the tiger and past his hips until my mouth landed on the ferns resting just above his black boxer briefs. My tongue traces the lines of the ink as my hands work down his underwear.

Pulling back I take a moment to admire his cock that has so patiently - and painfully - been begging for some attention. His heavy erection twitches as I take a soft lick of the precum that’s starting to drip before sliding my mouth over him and taking him into the back of my throat. Any attempt at going slow was now abandoned. His hips buck at my swiftness and I feel his knee give a tremble beneath my hands. I pull off of him, giving the tip of his cock a swirl of my tongue before sliding back down and setting a steady pace.

As my nails trail softly down his thighs, his hands dart to my hair, gripping it firmly. I can sense the tension radiating through him, his body taut with restraint. Pulling away, I pause, waiting for his gaze to lock with mine. Reaching up, I touch his arms, letting my hands glide down to meet his. With a small, reassuring nod, I signal it’s okay, and his grip tightens in response. He guides me back onto him and gives a few testing rocks of his hips to make sure I’m okay. A shuddering sigh escapes his lips when he finally pulls me to the hilt of his cock and holds me there for a few moments. I swallow around him and he begins to move his hips again.

My eye’s never leave his face as he slides his cock in and out of my mouth. I want him to know my gratitude. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. I can feel my arousal building again as I watch him, amazed that I’m the one making these emotions of pleasure cross his face. His eyes are closed, his mouth gently hanging open as soft puffs of breath and stuttered gasps fall from his lips. The serenity of his face are a stark contrast to the fevered pace he is keeping. Tears fall and saliva dips down my chin as he roughly fucks my throat, but I’m so turned on I can’t stop myself from reaching down to relieve the pressure between my legs.

When Harry sees me touching myself he withdraws my mouth from him, a string of spit connecting my mouth to his still swollen cock. His eyes are dark as he tugs my head further back and looks from my face to my fingers working fast circles on my clit. Giving him a smirk I lift my fingers to my mouth, but as I go in for a lick I’m met with his tongue already there, desperate to taste me again. For the first time our mouths meet in a desperate kiss and Harry drops down to his knees to meet me. Hands and lips and tongues become tangled as we pull each other closer, closer, closer.

Harry hoists me up and places me so I’m straddling his thigh, his hands tightly gripping my hips and sliding my dripping cunt along his tiger tattoo. I wrap one arm around his shoulder, my fingers fumbling with the hair tie as I release his long curls. I pull away from our kiss and take a moment to admire him before spitting in my hand and gripping his still needy cock. We work our bodies in sync, my hips sliding up and down with every stroke of my hand on him. Desperate moans escape me as my head falls forward and rests in the crook of his neck.

I grind my clit down harder on Harry’s thigh, savoring the blissful friction as I roll my hips but so desperate for a second release. His hips had started rocking into my hand letting me know he was just as eager to come. Without breaking my stride I let the spit pool behind my teeth before releasing it to dribble down, meeting the hand that was frantically working him towards his release. Harry leaned forward and captured my lips again, his hungry togue sliding into my mouth.

Losing control, I moan into his mouth as the champagne bubbles float upwards again. Harry’s grip turns bruising as he pulls me down harder along his thigh while I maintain my rocking motion. When the bubbles finally reached the surface and overflowed I let out a silent gasp, unaware that I had been holding my breath again. I feel Harry’s cock pulsing in my hand and open my eyes to meet his as we finish together. Our hair is stuck to the sweat along our foreheads and our cheeks have a matching flush. I can’t bring myself to break his gaze as we both release soft, uneven breaths, waiting for our breathing to steady.

Several moments pass before a giggle escapes me, followed by another, and another. Harry shakes his head but begin to laugh as well. And so we sit there, naked, on the floor of this massage room, laughing until our stomachs hurt and tears run down our faces.

As I walked back to my car my cheeks still ached from smiling. Harry and I hadn’t spoken a word about it while we cleaned up, just shared quiet chuckles whenever our eyes met. At the locker room, his fingers brushed my arm, lingering for a fleeting moment before he turned and disappeared back into the spa center. I drove away with a sense of calm I hadn’t felt since before grad school, a weight lifted off my shoulders—and a package for five more sessions tucked in my pocket.

After all, some knots need more than one visit to work out.

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sesshous · 1 year ago

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hugs and kisses ♡ [wriothesley x reader]

summary: wrio comforts you

genre: comfort (no prns)

a/n: tried doing a 15 min writing challenge (i took longer than 15 mins) with this random prompt.

"i would appreciate it if you would kiss me right now."

“… oh?”

a straightforward question. there was no harm in asking him for a kiss, (he’d do that any day of the week!), but judging by the gloomy expression on your face, he could tell something was bothering you.

“c’mere.” wriothesley says gently, beckoning you over to sit next to him on the plush red sofa. scurrying on over, you sat beside him, letting wriothesley wrap one arm around your waist pulling you onto his lap and the other one placing his hand against your cheek. you lean in and close your eyes, placing your hands against his chest

his lips were soft against your own. you swear you were able to taste a faint flavour of honey - he must have had a cup of tea before you arrived. his grip around your waist tightened firmly, holding you in place. once breaking apart, you open your eyes to see wriothesley smiling down at you. you move your hands to wrap around his torso instead, resting the side of your face against his chest.

“what made you upset, sweetheart?” wriothesley brings his hand up to caresses your hair

“i’m just.. having a rough day.” your voice came out muffled.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

“… not right now. sorry.”

he gets it. he’s not going to push further if you’re not comfortable talking about it. he knows you’ll come around when you’re ready to speak. wriothesley placed his head against yours.

“that’s fine. there’s no need to apologise love.”

and he’ll help you through whatever you're going through. and he’ll give you as many hugs and kisses as you wish for.

#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin comfort #genshin impact comfort #ᰔ works

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tabaaha · 3 months ago

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Look back month challenge day 15: Custom you made

If you've been following me for a long time and/or are a friend of mine, you probably know that I have made a lot of plush toys. They were my number one thing to make for years, before I started having hand pain & then discovered how much fun I have making doll clothes.

Here's something completely different, my first custom doll! I don't remember if I ever shared her on here before... The first photo is her when I first finished her a few years ago, and the second photo is her today. I need to fix her up a bit (she was damaged in an earthquake a few years ago) and I want to sew her nicer clothes sometime... But I really like her half squid body!

#i'm a sucker for mermaids #look back month challenge

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stardustrebels · 4 months ago

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Seasons of Life Writing Challenge Day 15- Tidal Wave

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader Rating: 18+/ M (MDNI) WC: 497

Challenge Masterlist

A/N: Day 15 of the Jan 2025 writing challenge by @fanfictionoverload! Day 1 of the summer prompts! This one started out as angst, but I got too sad, so here’s some smut instead. Established D/s relationship, everything is 100% safe, sane and consensual. Dom!Dave x f!reader, with some darker vibes. Reader knows what Dave does and she likes it. Brief mention of killing, but not in any detail. 500 words may not have been enough for whatever this is. Enjoy!

You were waiting for Dave in the dim light of the living room, and the second he stepped through the door, his eyes locked on yours. You didn’t say anything- you didn’t have to. The sight in front of him was one that he walked in to every time he finished a job; and you were exactly where he had left you two hours ago.

You were wearing nothing but an old shirt of his, completely unbuttoned. Legs parted, hands resting against the sides of the armchair, waiting for him to come back home and finally give you permission to touch yourself.

You didn’t move. You didn’t even break eye contact with him as he crossed the room and caged you in, hands gripping the arms of the chair.

You arched toward him, a whine of desperation slipping past your lips before you could stop it. He let his eyes rove over you, one hand moving to between your legs, stopping to hover just over your heat.

“Have you been behaving yourself?” He asked, tilting his head so that his lips hovered above yours.

When you didn’t answer, he tapped against your clit with his fingertips, - stinging pleasure jolted through you, and a breathy moan left your lips involuntarily.

“Answer me.” Dave said, fingertips brushing against your pussy so gently it made your legs twitch with anticipation.

“Yes, Sir,” you gasped, fingernails digging in to the plush fabric beneath you.

Dave smirked, his lips brushing against yours in the hint of a kiss. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. His fingers pressed closer, teasing along your slick folds, but not quite giving you what you craved.

“Did you think about me?” He asked, “Think about the job?

“Yes…Sir,” you said in a strained whisper, breath catching as he pushed a single finger inside of you, slow and torturous. Your body tightened around him, and pleasure rolled through you like a tidal wave.

The thought of him- of what he was capable of- sent a thrill coursing through your veins. He could end a life with the same calculated intent he used to unravel you, and the duality of it left you breathless.

“It’s made you so excited, hasn’t it?”

You whined an ‘mm-hmm’ up at him, resisting the urge to buck your hips.

“That’s what I thought,” He curled his finger, pressing in the spot he knew made you see stars. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”

“Yes. Please, Sir…” you whimpered, thighs trembling as he added another finger, stretching you, building the ache.

“Please, what?” He taunted, looking down at you with a pout.

“Please let me come,” you begged, voice breaking as your body tensed under him.

“Not yet,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his lips. He licked them, gaze locked on yours. You whined, the ache in your core nearly unbearable, but his control was absolute and you knew better than to disobey.

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dom!dave york #sub!reader #seasonsoflifechallenge #fanfictionoverload #dave york x female reader #ppcu #ppcu fics #ppcu fanfiction

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phanfictioncatalogue · 9 months ago

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Family Included (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

a matched set (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: “Mum,” he says, and his voice sounds like a balloon about to burst from happiness. “Mum, would you do me a favor.”

(a mother's view of the christmas adventure)

Air Hockey (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Christmas fic where neko!dan, who has a horrific past, faces his greatest challenge yet: meeting his fiancé’s family…

An Alternative Bahamas Incident (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Phil is set to be the best man at his brother's wedding, but his mother insists on him bringing a real date. So obviously he asks Dan to be his fake boyfriend for the week. But can Phil’s heart really take that? Can Dan’s?

And I know the yearning will always remain (ao3) - Kavat

Summary: Kathryn drops off Phil and Dan at the train station.

antisocial (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: normally Phil loves when Martyn comes over, but right now he just wants to talk to Dan

Bear (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: As a child, Dan was easily frightened and needed comfort; that was when his Nana first gave him his Pooh Bear plush, as something that could keep him safe. Over the years, the plush became his absolute comfort, even into adulthood. When Phil comes into the picture, he makes Dan even more comfortable; through the good times and bad.

bundle up, baby (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dnp taking their little kid for the first time to the iom for christmas

there's nothing more exciting than a child's first christmas

Christmas Coming Out (ao3) - FandomFeels17

Summary: He didn't intend to come out to his mum in his future mother in law's kitchen at Christmas... But here he was, doing exactly that.

clouds parting (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil’s never been good at thinking things over while in motion, not the way that Dan is. But the first pieces of the decision happen then, making his way down rain-soaked pavements, everything a steely, soggy gray.

(secret holiday, autumn ‘21)

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

Happiness Without Followup Questions (ao3) - Bandom_Squirrel

Summary: Dan is having a hard time accepting that he is happy. A late-night chat with Phil’s mum might be all he needs.

home for christmas (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: kath and dan have a chat on christmas day

ice is slowly melting (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Dan's mum brings Colin on a visit.

It's going to be fine. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Scared out of his mind, Dan takes Phil home to meet his family.

I've got you, brother (ao3) - Findus26

Summary: Dan is visiting his family and as always, things turn sour quickly.

Dan wants to run back to Phil, but somehow, he finds himself in his brother’s room for what might be their first ever honest conversation.

In the Light of the Moon (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan Howell’s never had any friends. Why? Because he has a superpower. One that he can’t control. Luckily, the new kid at his school doesn’t mind.

Leave it to stew (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: They weren’t, you know, hiding that Dan was here, but perhaps Kath didn’t need to see slightly slobbery faces (don’t judge, Phil is just a very enthusiastic kisser), Dan’s bright red cheeks and Phil’s slightly untucked pants. They just were not exactly Kath presentable at this moment.

maybe this christmas (ao3) - blackbirddan

Summary: In all the years they've known each other, Dan and Phil have never been able to spend Christmas Day together. And it's looking like they still can't, even with how much things have changed this year. Unless...

a.k.a. Dan’s family spend Christmas in the Isle of Man.

meeting the parents (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Dan is ready to meet Phil's parents.

Right?

My Happily Ever After (ao3) - tol_but_smol

Summary: Royalty AU! Phil is a prince and Dan's his servant

reconnect (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: Dan reconnects with his mother after a very big email.

sometime, stranger (ao3) - dieofthatroar

Summary: Karen's thoughts on a little boy she thought she knew

transparency (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Dan and his parents have about as honest a conversation possible when none of them are quite willing to tell the full truth.

we're like two halves of one heart (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan's grandma might not have understood what being gay meant, but she's here for dan now in an important moment of his life.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

welcome, love (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: coming out isn't easy, but it's a little less shit when you're surrounded with family

What a great year to be a mum (ao3) - WhatsNew

Summary: Karen reminisces in the year of big revelations, regret, happiness and new chapters. Year 2019 through proud mum's eyes.

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

when it feels like nothing else matter, will you put your arms around me? (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: “Sorry.” Phil says.

His father wraps his arms around him, and the embrace feels warm. It’s an embrace that he hasn’t felt in a long time. It’s like when he was a kid and something scary happened and his father just held him like nothing could ever hurt him because his father was there protecting him.

“It’s okay.” His father quietly whispers into his hairline. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t know how to tell him all the things that he wanted to say, like: I don’t know how to stop my thoughts from spiralling out of control. What if the medicine makes it worse? What do we do if things don’t get better? How do I live in a world that doesn’t have my dad in it?

“Let’s just enjoy right now.” His father says, and he doesn’t let go of him.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #family #family Masterlist

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orangepawn39 · 1 year ago

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OrangePawn39 :3

Little Mikey Future Masterpost

My first comic and the only one at the moment it's about future mikey :3

#Rottmnt Maria

My oc that doesn't have a story yet but have a lot of drawings :3

MIKEY'S UNO!!!

Masterpost HERE!!!

Other comics:

Little subjects AU little story (an idea that i just have but the real comic is from allyheart707)

Rise Virus AU MASTERPOST (@lacydraws /Michelangelo hamato (amino account)):

(Rottmnt oc au)

Tmnt fandom family reunion

Some drawings:

Profiles, Profiles2, Random1, leo..., first post Orange Knigth random 2, old doodles kid leo DTIYS Tmnt stumble guys Rottmnt oc random3 random4

Something Happy birthday Maria Happy birthday!!!! swagreecrow

Mikey the last airbender

Mikey and Webby

Rise April 2024 challenge:

Day: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

TMayNT challenge:

Day: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10

11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20

21-22-23-24-25-26-27-28-29-30

The clothes dont make the turtles figures:

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4

Random1, Random2 Random3 Random4 Random5 Random6 random 7

Random posts:

Clay figures

Dancing turtles

Wild eevee

Spinning turtles

Random thing

Rottmnt plush video

Rottmnt mini stampers

Sonic posts:

Crystal the cat

Cream the rabbit

Sonic 33rd anniversary

Amy rose (fleetway comics)

Sonic oc + Sonic Movie 3

Updates

Tmaynt and the next thing i have on mind.

Second masterpost

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cheekydogs · 2 years ago

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2. Newest Plush

My true Newest is a teddybear I got when I graduated with my alma mater’s logo on it, so I don’t feel comfortable showing him. My next newest is Motor Oil, my PengOui! (And Allergic Reaction the StrawberOui too). Since Motor Oil is so special, I tend to bring him around with me when I want to bring a smaller guy on me :) he’s like a little good luck charm! The pic on the left is from when I took him to a greenhouse/plant nursery

#cheeky barks #15 day plush challenge #can you tell I’ve got a favorite of my ouiouis #I’m allergic to strawberries so I think I’m a lil justified in liking MO more. I still love AR tho! prommy #apologies for the old pics I’ve got a ton of errands today 😔#ouioui #itemlabel #plush #actually autistic #safeplush #plushblr

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godteri-takk · 2 years ago

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🔮15 day plush challenge 🪀

Day 15: group photo of plush

The whole gang is togheter for the final day of the challenge!!!!! Wahoooo xD

Most of the gang at least, the ones that are here and not in the attic. After taking this pic I lied on top of them and just cuddled em all x3 I love them so much QwQ This challenge was fun!

#15 day plush challenge #day 15 #MY CRITTER #I'm not tagging all the names lol #plushies #plushie #plush #stuffed toy #stuffed animal #pokemon plushies #pokemon plushie #plushie group photo #plush collection #plush group photo

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plushie-lovey · 2 years ago

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Day 2 of the 15 Day Plush Challenge! Credit for the prompt list goes to cosyraine on instagram!

The Prompt For Day 2 Is "Newest Plush"

Now I'm not entirely certain if these guys count. Technically they aren't new plushies, as they were all thrifted. But they are new to me. So I'm counting them. Presenting: Daisy (lil kinz golden retriever, Dazzle (webkinz chi chi chihuahua), and Doofus (webkkinz mocha pup)

If you'd like to participate in the challenge, here's the prompt list

#Pay no nevermind to Teddy Graham peeping from underneath Doofus he's not related to this prompt. He's been here a while #stuffed animals #plushies #plushblr #webkinz #kinzblr #viti's plushies #plushie: Daisy #plushie: Dazzle #plushie: Doofus #15 day plush challenge #day 2

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fioras-resolve · 2 months ago

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GDC DAY 1 NOTES (these are from yesterday)

after 2 straight hours of game design at the workshop, i am frazzled. i could barely hold my focus by the end of those two hours, and the idea that i will have five more hours of this shit terrifies me. how do people make this their LIFE?

i got very anxious during a lot of that, i clung tight to the mous during a lot of it, and practiced steady breaths. it was very overwhelming seeing my teammates testing out the game, it felt like i had to pay a lot of special attention to a lot of things. i think i held my own! but maybe "holding my own" is the wrong way to think about it. i don't think i could be in The Industry, if this is what it's like.

the challenge was to pick a digital game and figure out how to adapt it to a physical game. i chose celeste, the fool that i am, and dragged five other people with me. how the fuck do you adapt a platformer into video game form?????????????????????????????????????????

(sigh) we all have been struggling. right now the idea is a timer-based thing where you see the level in front of you and have a short time to pick the right set of actions. i'm not big on it, but again, how the fuck would you do this? we just have to keep trying and failing until we figure out the right way forward. tbh, i'm worried. i'm worried we genuinely might not get it in time. i picked celeste to see if we could, without stopping to think about if we should.

and i ended up having basically nothing to say for the last like, 15 minutes, i could barely maintain focus and composure at

fellow, fellowship the same time. am, am i a fake game designer? am i not fit to be one? i shudder to think that.

it's not all bad though, i did meet someone cool at the gdc store. two people, actually. one was a fellow tran with it/its pronouns and a tumblr account, and the other was a fellow game designer who went with me to the workshop.

okay, so. i got back into it, i'm out for a break to get water but also just to process the victory. fuckin, none of us really knew what a good idea would be, so we collectively gave ourselves 10 minutes and came up with ideas that felt like they captured Celeste to us. and my idea ended up making it! others had ideas for more level design-y stuff, and one person had the idea for a physical skill check. and i decided to expand on that skill check, by having you slide a d6 onto a card. that turned out to be fun on a tactile level and require physical execution, which captures a lot of what makes celeste good. the rest of em ended up doing some damn good level design, and it was *amazing* seeing it all come together. and now we're on beta testing and our players fucking love the game. and immediately we (not me) came up with more ideas, like having two dashes and optional collectibles. i didn't think we could make it, but we did! this shit rules!

i'm realizing that a "flaw" of mine is that i don't know how to win more. literally as soon as i realize something's gone right, i am so elated it takes several minutes to fully process.

(sigh) i know i should probably do the afternoon elective too, but i just... i'm parched. i want to conserve my energy for the rest of the week. and i badly need some fuckin water.

okay, i got the water, i'm gonna finish the pizza i got now. decent pizza, detroit style. kanamori berated me for not going the full 8 hours, but she can go to hell for that. i am not fit for the constant fast pace of the game industry. this is a good dip into it, but i would probably shave years off my life if i did this as a job.

i guess, i have a few takeaways from today.

1) don't underestimate yourself. you are just as capable of having good ideas and meaningful contributions as anyone else.

2) don't underestimate anyone else. they are just as capable of having good ideas and meaningful contributions as you are.

3) it's okay, you can bring out the mouse plush and pet her for comfort, no one will judge you that hard and one person will even say it's cool.

4) there's a difference between talking the most and having the most to say, a difference between having the most words and leading the conversation.

5) win the war, not the battle. don't put your all in immediately, it's better to chill out and preserve your focus throughout the day

6) little in game design is hopeless. there is SOME way forward, you just have to find it.

7) don't take it too personally. this isn't just about you, everyone here is working together. don't try to be the protagonist, but don't resign yourself to being a side character.

8) you've gotta stop being surprised when something works out. that means you gotta have more confidence in what you do to begin with.

9) think outside the box! step 1 to that is realizing when you're in a box.

10) game design is so stressful, but so, so beautiful too.

#angie talks

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yamirexic · 2 years ago

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masterlist

band imagines:

chlorine (ville valo x depressed reader)

ivy (gerard way x reader) (smut)

marvel imagines: