I have the wildest dreams sometimes, especially when I'm sick. A couple weeks ago it was a Hannibal dream that was intense as hell, but this time it is a weird mixture of watching too much of the news and some Doctor Who thrown in the mix.
I was in a group of people who were guests at a house because we had nowhere else to go, and all of our stuff was there... and then the house got picked up by the river and floated away with all of our stuff in it. We were just trying to cling to I think a car that was stranded in the river, and wondering where the stuff would end up. (Definitely the part where I was watching the news, here in the US re Helene.) Then at some point we hit the bank, so I left to go into the town to look for help... and found the Doctor there in the TARDIS wondering where we had ended up during whatever accident had brought us to this place and separated us. So I told him, don't waste any time; we've got to get out of here!, and guided him to the correct location (he'd been searching for us for a week or something). He brought the TARDIS there and picked everybody up, and the other people in the group (there must have been about four of us total. I think it was me, Martha, snd Donna) all ran to the TARDIS just happy to be saved.... but first we watched as he reunited with Rose, because everybody knows that's always special. And just saying, being in that POV and watching them look at each other, holy crap. The INTENSITY. The way that they are with each other? Jesus.
Anyway yeah. Tenrose forever!
My son says he doesn't dream at all that he recalls, and I've talked to people who say they don't have narrative dreams, which baffles me. Some of my dreams are quite uncomfortable, but they're definitely interesting, and have contributed to a lot of stories that I've written. Are there really some of you out there who don't have dreams like this?
Hey lovey! Could I request a mcyt headcanon thing of how they each are in bed?
hi angel , and of course ! as always im sorry this took forever lmao . hope u enjoy (((:
AYO LOOK AT THESE : smut ! rough sex , choking , scratching , hair pulling , breeding / unprotected sex (wrp it b4 u tap it , bbys) , overstimulation , light bondage , i think thats all (:
reblogs are always appreciated <3
dream :
out of all the feral boys dream is the roughest for sure
it's all his gamer rage coming out
he truly has to control himself / hold back
because he wants to fuck you until you cant remember your own name
but doesnt want to break you
he’s not the biggest fan or foreplay , only because he’d much rather feel you wrapped around him
but he loves to go down on you
would prep you with his fingers because lord knows you’ll need it
and once you started to squirm he’d get so cocky
“if you cant take my fingers , you definitely cant take all of me, baby .”
so many pet names - baby , kitten , pretty girl , bunny , bun , my little whore
he’d make you cum twice on his fingers alone
and wouldn’t fuck you until he was aching for any sort of stimulation
wouldn’t use protection (w your consent !!!)
the thought of his cum deep inside you , painting your insides … it fucks him UP
you KNOW clay would be the motherfucker to slap his dick on your pussy
would groan at the sound of how wet you were for him
he’d run the tip of his cock through your folds and collect your arousal
until you were begging him to fuck you - and even then he’d wait a moment longer
he’d ease in slowly , making sure you felt every single inch
and would praise the FUCK out of you
“look so pretty taking my cock , bunny”
he’d stop to let you adjust to his length, but he’d be so arrogant as you bucked your hips
“want more , sweet thing ?”
you’d just nod , the pressure building in your tummy too much to produce words
and clay would grab at your chin so fuCKING agressivley
“i asked you a question , whore .”
he would just ruin you (in the most respectful way possible)
you’d cum for the third time within mere seconds
the room would be filled with the sound of harsh , slapping skin
you moans mixing with his - it was like a symphony to him
at some point your legs would go completely limp from the shear amount of pleasure clay was providing
and he’d circle an arm around your hips , holding your body to his as you came yet again
he’d get progressively less vocal as he approached his high , his raspy moans turning to rough growls and groans
and he’d bury himself deep inside of you as he came , muttering scratchy praises into the crook of your neck
as you and clay started to come down together it would be a complete 180
he’d pull out so gently , watching the way his cum dripped out of you
and would press sweet , tender kisses to every inch of skin he could get his mouth on
clay would run soft fingers over every bruise , every mark he left on your skin
admiring his work
he loves the way you look after sex - all fucked out and dewy eyed
would wet a washcloth with warm water and clean you up while murmuring over and over how much he loved you
the two of you would fall asleep pretty quickly after in a tangled mess of limbs
sex with him is quite the workout
george :
gogs <3
i have many thoughts on this subject yall
wakin up in the mornin , thinkin about so many things
would LOVE foreplay
something about being so intimate but not actually fucking is so <3 to him
he loves every single moment of it
starting from when a simple peck turns to something deeper
george’s tongue rolling over yours as he cups a hand under your jaw
would do the thumb thing™ on your cheek
his free hand would roam up and down the curve of your hips
then up and under your shirt
the way that your breath hitched would make him sh i v e r
and george would start kissing down your neck and over your jaw to your neck
loves hickeys
and biting you
he’d take yall to some place soft if you weren’t already there and start to undress you
adores the action of getting you out of your clothes and insists on taking your shirt off himself
is obsessed w your titties
rolling your nipples between his fingers
sucking on the sensitive nubs , flicking his tongue over them until you could cry from pleasure
then leaves sloppy , hot kisses all the way down your body
is so good with his hands
knows the exact way to curl his fingers inside you
and is very good at keeping a rhythm that pushes you over the edge
but truly have you seen that boys hands because like
he’s all about pleasuring you in bed
it's his number one priority
and he knows your body incredibly well
the boy knows how to make you cum without even trying
yall have experimented and figured out what feels best
and he’s perfected those techniques
on the non physical side of things however
sex with george would be s i n f u l
the things he would say to you …
and in his fucking ACCENT no less
starlight has a voice kink
god he would talk so fucking dirty
the filthiest things falling from his lips as he’s thrusting in and out of you
he’d be so vocal
“just like that , love ,” he’d pant before throwing his head back
his fingers would dig into your hips as his moans turned to whimpers
the two of you would reach your highs one after the other
but george always makes sure that you finish first
sapnap :
we’re just gonna address this right away
daddy kink
(“call me big daddy” , sapdaddy , need i say more ?)
pretty dominant but not necessarily aggressive
more mentally dominant if that makes any sense ???
wants you so far in subspace that you’re all his
dumbification is so hot to him
“baby doll , darlin’ , sweet girl”
degrades you but in a soft way :,)
“look so pretty on my cock , whore”
“my sweet little slut , taking me so well”
spits in your mouth and holds your jaw until you swallow
loves to fuck your throat
literally uses your mouth as his personal fleshlight
hold your hair up for you bc he’s a gentleman
but would rather have it in pigtails
thrusts into your mouth hhhhhhhhhh
wants to see mascara tears and won't stop until he does
loves to give you facials
then takes 1476592837310982 pictures of you like that
his my eyes only on snap is 99% your face painted with his cum
honestly likes to cum anywhere he can see it
tits
backshots
on your stomach
l o v e s your thighs
and yall have absolutely done thigh jobs
would fuck you until you cried then marvel at the look of your tears
because you look so pretty when you’re entirely overwhelmed by pleasure
your face flushed a pretty pink
eyes watering with crystal clear drops
then would make you cum again
“one more , sweet girl , you can take one more”
and you’d just nod , so deep into subspace that he words were like spells
how could you say no to him ?
aftercare KING though , would take such good care of you
would run you two a warm bath and carry you to the tub
bc lord knows you cant walk after him
and he’d run his hands allllll over your body , soothing any rough marks he may have left
at the end of the day he absolutely worships you
karl :
karl jacobs , love of starlight’s life
i just think that he <3
karl has stated that he’s on the ace spectrum
so i think that sex with him wouldn’t be near as much about physicality
its about the intimacy and connection that comes with that for yall
and mans would make you feel so loved ,,,
he’d kiss every single inch of your body
and hold you so close to him as you two were getting undressed
loves kisses when yall are shirtless
because he can feel your heartbeat on his
and they sync up the longer u lay there
would go down on you for hours if he could holy fuck
he loves eating you out , drawing pretty moans from your lips
and is so good at it bye .
he can easily make you cum with just his skilled tongue
and fucks you with it i-
one of his favorite feelings in the world is your thighs tightening around his head
and your hands tugging at his hair as he makes you come undone over and over
you’re his favorite taste in the entire world
sex with karl would be sweet and soft and so so so intimate
it would be so loving
he’d have you look him in his eyes as he slid in
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggngngnngngnngggggggg
and would stay buried deep inside you , not moving until you adjusted to him
karl’s packing i just know it
moans your name quite a lot
and murmurs how much he loves you , everything he loves about you inbetween thrusts
he’d hold your hands while you two made love
his grip tightening as he got closer
karl would make DAMN sure you came first
but loves cumming at the same time if you can hold off for him
the two of you would stay like that , chest to chest for a while after your highs
karl still tucked inside you
he’d love cockwarming dont @ me
is a fluffy mess after sex and always wants to fall asleep after
with you in his arms
quackity :
sex with alex >>>>>>
yes
please
he’d be . so fucking good . at everything he did .
alex loves foreplay
lapdances
bc he’s so obsessed with your body
and having you put on a show just for him ?
turns him on like nothing else in the world
lets you show off for as long as possible before he finally picks you up and throws you on the bed
hands hands hands
alex is so skilled with his fingers and knows how to hit all the best spots
has absolutely made you squirt on his fingers and is so cocky about it
has you hold eye contact while he eats you out
and the minute you break it , he stops
would have his dick in your mouth 24/7 if he could
and loves the way you look with your tongue swirling around him
keeps a hand on the back of your head and pushes down so gently
alex is definitely a soft dom
when he cant hold off from fucking you any longer he’s no stranger to tying your hands up
usually with his belt
fucks you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders
but also loves when you're on top
alex is a titty guy
such a boob guy
and absolutely covers your chest in hickeys and bite marks
getting to play with them while you ride him ?? heaven
once your hips give out from feeling so good , alex would lift you up and thrust into you
his fingertips digging into your skin , leaving pretty purple bruises
would play with your clit as he fucks up into you
“cum for me , princess”
loves cumming inside you
breeding kink
just saying
and watching it drip out of your pussy gets him hard all over again
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☁ Genre: DreamFic! AU, Drabble, Slice Of Life
☁ Word Count: 108
☁ Summary: In which the narrator moves to a new city and befriends their neighbors in less than 24 hours.
Tuesday, May 5th, 20XX, 8:19 a.m.
“Not a morning person?”
I’m caught mid-yawn, realizing the static in my head disappears, now replaced with distant car honks and translucent sunbeams reflecting off of neighboring windows. I blankly stare at the mailbox that greets me with its vacancy, and I fling its door shut in response.
It takes me a minute to consider acknowledging the welcoming figure. Open conversation with strangers isn’t particularly a habit of mine, but I end up offering a shrug, eager to escape the unapologetically urban cityscape.
I'm a glutton for pain. Please tell us more about this bittersweet dream fic
I mean, it’s very vague because it was a dream!fic.
Basically, Jaime survives, but Brienne doesn’t know it until she’s already a Kingsguard I guess?
They’re in the White Sword Tower and he’s touching the pages where she wrote his story. His thumb brushes against the word “died” as if trying to smudge it out.
Brienne’s standing on the other side of the room, her hands clasped behind her back, trying to hide the one part of her body left vulnerable.
Jaime looks up from the pages and quietly says, “I wanted you for so long that I didn’t know how to have you.”
Brienne clenches her jaw and looks away from him and he looks back down at her carefully inscribed words, an act of love he didn’t deserve, but one she needed to give.
I had a weirdly elaborate dream last night where Grantaire accidentally become a spy in royalist circle after drinking with wrong people and he's awful at it and it's hilarious, except when it become a deep introspection/study of how R interacts with people.
There was an action plot too but it was too incoherent to pin down.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
She felt a small movement through the force. The hairs on her’s arm stood, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface. The feeling of a whisper, caressing it's way around the back of her neck.
In this dream, my husband and I were walking, enjoying the neighborhood when my police officer ex-boyfriend shows up with some choice words. TRIGGER WARNING: Explicit Language Implied Rape Attempted Rape Abuse of Power Alcohol
I just had the most INTENSE Hannigram dream... and i haven't even been watching the show of late (took a break for MH reasons). All i did was look at some gifs/picspam and meta on here, and... Hoooo-boyyy. That was the kinda dream that leads one to write it out in fic-form if only to cope with the visions.
Step one is sounding out the peeps, to see if ppl think it's worth writing down in longer format, so:
(Preface. Some of this is solely related to my brain freestyling, and doesn't always match show canon/character stuff. Fair warning.)
Will is having a dinner party at his place. He didn’t invite Hannibal on purpose, as a way to pull his metaphorical pigtails. (Obvs Will isn't really the 'throw a dinner party' type, but if he can by doing so tweak Hannibal's nose... He even deep-cleaned the dog-hair cuz he knows Hannibal will hear about it from Alana or whoever and show up anyway, because this is a courtship.) Anyway, Alana is there (partly because Will knows that she slept with Hannibal and that'll be even more tense/edgy). I dunno if Jack is there, but probably since it would make Hannibal's exclusion more pointed (I think Will's trying to get revenge on Hannibal for whatever weekly machination). Also, at one point Will's former foster parents materialize at the event (don’t ask. My brain invented that part, prolly cuz i work with foster youth).
Anyway, just as the first course is being served there is a v. precise knock at the door. We know who it is. Will goes to see, trying to pretend to be surprised/disdainful, but he's positively *thrumming* with anticipation as he opens the door. Of course it's Hannibal, bearing a gift/excuse. He hands it to Will; "Oh, i apologize, you have company."
"Yes, a dinner party."
(Alana looking up from the table, uncertain, prolly earlier she asked Will why Hannibal wasn't invited and was it because of her?)
Weighty silence. No invite. "Yes, well. I do hope it goes well." Hannibal turns to leave, visibly disappointed.
Will, aware of what he considers rude, and also that he would never be so crass as to gatecrash/invite himself: "Would you like to join us?" (SO much buried tension just under the surface. So much CHALLENGE. Will he take a pity invite? Make an excuse, say something about not wanting to interrupt? Or will he recognize this for what it really is?) (Authors note, this is the part of the dream where i started to sweat.)
Then... "I'd love to."
He enters, closing the door precisely behind him, allows Will to escort him to the empty (saved) chair to Will's right (Alana at his left is now facing Hannibal. The room swirls with unspoken tensions.)
Meal. Stilted, barbed, mannered conversation full of little prodding notes. Mostly just Hannigram. Alana tries to join in a couple of times in an attempt to alleviate the taut vibe, but quickly gives up. Hannibal addresses the foster parents (?), but only to shoot weighted comments at Will whilst asking re his childhood achievements. The FPs make a stab at civil convo, but are clearly bafflled. Everyone else focuses on their plates. There might as well not be anyone here but Hannigram, verbally fencing.
At some point, Hannibal rises, asks to use the facilities. Will follows to guide him, and is waiting in the hall as he exits. Will knows Hannibal won't lower himself to sidle past. The corridor is THICK as they face each other inches apart. Will is already panting like a slut even as he butches a little to bluff/pretend to keep the upper hand. Hannibal knows exactly what he is doing, and why, that this is flirting. The moment hangs on a knife edge.
(My alarm goes off. I wake up cursing and wrung out.)
Shall i write it & see where it goes, good ppl? (Sans rando foster parents, lol)
