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my hozier and rory culkin obsessions cross hello???>\>|>*673$4&;$:€\€~>~
need someone to write a fic about mike or kappa based on Too Sweet by Hozier bc omfg 🫦
(i would if i was more talented trust me 😤)
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✨roles i need to see rory in✨
*as a vampire
*as a sugar daddy
*as some kind of english teacher or professor
*an entire movie with him as a cult leader
*as a nightclub/strip club owner
*as a kit walker ahs asylum type vibe character
what about yall? i’m hearin anyone out!
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jack thurlow is a dog person. if u wanted to get a cat with him, u would have to beg n beg for MONTHS until he caves. but of course, he says that u have to take full responsibility for it.
a couple days after getting the cat, u find it snuggling on the couch with jack as he hushes u to not wake it up.
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reader and clyde shotgunning 🤨🤨?? lets have that discussion!
aw yeah let’s talk about it🤭
feel like clyde’s that friend who doesn’t want you to have a bad first time or high, that’s why he does it, even if you aren’t close (wish someone woulda done it with me brah my first time was shitttt😭)
you try it on your own and you’re just complaining n whining, my throat burns, it taste bad in my mouth and hes had enough, “cmere, shit. let’s try somn’ different, kay? shoulda done this first anyway,” he takes the blunt from your mouth (yeah I hc he smokes blunts) and scoots closer to you, his other hand ghosting your thigh.
“y’heard of shotgunnin? imma inhale myself, then you’re gonna like,,basically suck it out my mouth when I blow, ok?” “suck it???” you ask, and he giggles a little, pushing his hair out his face. “not like that, but you’re gonna inhale from me when I push, ok?” before you can answer he’s takin a hit.
his eyes are low on you as he motions for you to come close, grabbing your chin before blowing it and your inhaling yourself, your hand residing on his chest as his other hand rested on your thigh, making sure not to burn you with the blunt that rests between your fingers.
he doesn’t care about keeping distance as he takes his time with you, eyes asking “this good?” as you nod back, taking a deep breath and exhaling out your nose, smiling. “that’s better :3” “ain’t it? feel like everyone’s first couple times should be shotgunning.” he wraps an arm around you as he takes a hit himself and looks back to the tv.
“can we..do it again? one more time? I like it like that.” “again? f’sure,” he tucks his hair behind his ear and turns towards you, and one more time turns into five more times until he’s grabbing your cheeks to stop you from laughing n pleading. “gonna make me spoonfeed you the blunt the whole time girlie?” you laugh with him and nod.
“I just like it like this, it’s like,,more intimate I dunno.” “somethin’ like that, I used to do it with this one girl when she first started n it always got intimate,” you’re lingering onto his shirt, eyes big on his. “oh yeah?” “yeah, what, want me to show you?”
holy fuck I was looking at pics of clyde and god he’s so handsome like omg???? he’s so pretty???
MY MANNNNNNNN WTFFFFFF I KOVE HIMM
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i can’t get over the hand placement !!!!!!
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“what are we?”
looking up at jack, you adjusted your jeans to your waist. “what?” you chuckled, not understanding where the question came from in the first place.
“i’m just— curious. this doesn’t feel like… normal to me.” jack shrugged, pulling his black tee over his head. “what exactly is ‘normal’ to you jack?” your gaze lingered on his broad shoulders and buff arms, trailing down to his wrist adorned with hair ties and bracelets.
“normal being that you should’ve left a couple of hours ago, as soon as you came on my dick, you should’ve been out the fucking door.”
you tilted your head to the side like a lost puppy, your eyes squinted slightly. “i’m not sure what you mean by this.” your giggles chipped at his heart bit by bit.
“— i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable i didn’t-”
“for fucks sake.” jack scoffed and walked over to you. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable— you-” he cut himself off, unable explain what he was feeling.
“just… answer my question. please.” jack pleaded, flipping his hair from under his shirt. the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions as he mustered up the courage to ask again.
“what are we?”
you pondered the question, looking down at your hands, idly playing with them, picking at the skin slightly. “well, what do you wanna be?”
that’s when it hit you — this was childish, you knew what you wanted; it wasn’t this friends-with-benefits facade. all you wanted, desired, is to be with jack.
“i want to be yours, yn.” his eyes locked onto yours, unwavering. he barely even blinked, searching for some sort of sign, anything. “okay then. you’re mine jack.”
“— and i’m yours.”
#jack thurlow#rory culkin#jack thurlow x reader#jack thurlow imagine#rory culkin x reader#rory culkin imagine#rory culkin blurb#jack thurlow blurb
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i’m so sorry guys my inbox is glitching rn, the posts are all gone. i’m trying to search through the notifs but i can’t find anything :( i’m going 2 start writing again trust !! ive been going through a lot so im trying to juggle that while writing. new things 2 come 🫶🫶 happy new year!!!!!
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Can you make a Clapton Davis x reader 😭??
i have yet to watch this movie BUT I WILL SOON! stay tuned guyz 😸
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bless you for the sub!mike drabble that boy needs to be taken care of
you’re welcome! and thank all of you for hyping that up sm!! there is more to come^.^ i’ve just been so busy lately :((
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wanna make leon beg for me to let him cum after edging him for so long, my fingers both a blessing and a curse when i tease his dribbling tip, making him whine and buck his hips and make those oh so pretty sounds. i want him to make an absolute mess on my hand, coating both of us in his sticky jizz, panting heavily as his eyes droop closed, entirely spent from just the one orgasm. i wanna drag my fingers along his lips, coaxing them open and making him clean them with his tongue, softly moaning at the taste of his own release
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“‘m sorry… mommy.” mike huffed, his eyelids hanging low. your hand covered in his seed. “i— i couldn’t hold it anymore.” apologies fell from his lips over and over.
“don’t be sorry…” you murmured softly, planting kisses along his v-line, trailing up to his chest. “you did so good for me…” you whispered as you reached his cherry red lips, the same lips he sunk his teeth in a few moments before reaching his peak.
“you deserve that… you’ve worked so hard these past few nights.” you licked off the cum from your digits, maintaining eye contact with mike as he tried to compose himself together once more.
your eye contact only made it worse for him.
“isn’t that right, mikey?” you said, waiting for a response to spill from his scattered brain. “yeah— yeah i’ve been… working.” he nodded vigorously, he had hiked himself up on his elbows.
“mommy’s boy… working so hard.” you started stroking him once again, even though he was worn out… overstimulated. “going to work at twelve… coming home at six… you look so cute when you come home all sleepy.”
you moved your body from being beside his legs to in between them. “barely able to do anything.” you laid a kiss atop his tip.
“just like now…” you teased, placing another kiss on his cock. “please— i don’t want…” mike began protesting. “you don’t want what mikey?” your hand slowed down, stopping at the head, running your fingers back and forth at the top of his length.
“please… don’t stop.” mike reached out for your wrist. “seems like you do want this… hm?” you teased.
“yes…”
“yes, what?”
“yes, mommy.”
#mike schmidt#mike schmidt x reader#michael schmidt#fnaf x reader#mike schmidt smut#mike schmidt imagine#michael schmidt x reader#michael schmidt smut#michael schmidt imagine
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can you do a Jesse pinkman c fem! Reader with fluffy and smut?
long day || j. pinkman
warnings: cockwarming, dry humping, fem!reader, kinda sub!jesse?? i was high and running on a few hours of sleep when i wrote most of this, sorry if it’s bad!
you were exhausted, unbelievably exhausted. you had a hate-love relationship working as a magazine editor. it was easy yet draining, your (male) coworkers annoyed you to death. they were all incredibly insufferable.
alas, you made it back home in one piece. back to jesse.
it was freezing cold by the time you got home, your legs were exposed under your pencil skirt. you had forgotten your blazer back your own place and didn’t bother going back to get it, thinking you’d be fine.
you stumbled into the house, you could barely wait to get those restricting heels off your feet. “hi jess.” you huffed, slamming the door behind you. you fell to the floor and popped your shoes off.
“hey baby.” he sat up from his slouching position, fixing his hair looking at you. “long day?” he added. “you wouldn’t believe.“
you unzipped your skirt and pulled it off, not caring that you’d be in your blouse and pantyhose. “i hate dressing up like this…” you spoke sluggishly, sliding your feet across the hardwood floor and walked over to jesse and straddled his lap.
“you look beautiful either way.” he played at your thighs, pinching the pantyhose and pulling them up, letting them tap back on your skin.
“you smell good.” your face was in his neck as you began to grin against his skin. “yeah? i tried some sample cologne from those magazines you brought home.” he smiled, rubbing your backside.
“smells really good, jess.” you hummed, feeling slightly aroused by his scent. you felt his low groans vibrate through his throat. “jesse… can we try something…?”
“what’s that?” he ran his fingers all the way down to your ass, only to keep his hands there and rub the pads of his thumbs. “where i sit on your dick… and you don’t move… just sit there…”
“are you tryna to torture me, baby…?” he chuckled. “it’s supposed to feel good, trust me.” you smiled, sitting up from the perfect space where your head could fit.
jesse’s head raised up from the cushion for his lips to kiss yours. you dissolved into his touch, your eyes closed slowly with your hands wandering under his shirt.
you pulled back and started to rocked your hips along his clothed length. you loved how sensitive jesse was, how helpless he could become in an instant. you watched as jesse sunk his teeth into his bottom lip.
it felt nice on your end, the fabric rubbing against your clit. the tingling sensation became acute causing you to moan with lust. your face found home in his neck once again as you continued grind against him.
“can we start this… torture— whatever you call it?” he laughed through his desperate tone. you nodded before pooling your panties and pantyhose at the bottom of your feet, stepping out of them. you watched jesse struggle to pull his basketball shorts off, successfully getting them down to his ankles.
“so you just— go commando in your basketball shorts huh…?” you giggled crawling back on jesse, sneaking your hands to his shaft, stroking him slowly.
“focus on me… okay?” your glossy eyes met with his, he was in a short moment of bliss before coming back to reality to answer. he nodded with quick “ok’s” falling from his mouth.
you placed your middle and ring finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits. you pulled your fingers from your lips and spread your saliva all around jesse’s cock, mixing your saliva and his pre-cum together.
you lined your entrance up with his tip, lowering yourself onto him. you watched as his mouth went agape from the pleasure he received from your wet, warm walls.
“shit— and you’re not supposed to move..?” he spoke, his hands sliding up and down your waist. you supposed it was a self soothing technique. “nah-uh. just relax, jesse. keep watching that movie…”
you laid your head down on his shoulder, your hand snaked around to play with his hair. the feeling that was slight pain had melted into a peaceful pleasure.
jesse was holding up pretty well from what you could tell. he was very silent, every now and then when your walls tensed, he would whimper. other than that he was quiet.
your lids became heavier by the minute. your mind wandered farther and farther away from the fact that you were filled up by jesse’s length. the last thing you remember was the soft scent of tester cologne jesse had displayed on his neck and collarbones
#jesse pinkman x reader#jesse pinkman#breaking bad#jesse pinkman smut#jesse pinkman imagine#breaking bad imagine#breaking bad x reader
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i’m getting your requests done, i wanna have them all finished before i put them out. don’t be discouraged! 💗
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Oh so I saw that your request is open so I wanted to ask if you can do a miguel x fm!reader (Pj match)
Like reads is a obsessive with pj design and is obsessive matching with miguel. and Miguel really didn't care at first but grew to love the idea honestly, like some of the pj were comfortable and some were SO soft that Miguel bought some to work. (I think this would be a cute idea 😌🙏) fluff pls.
stitch o’hara. || m. o’hara
warnings: sorta sunshine!reader, “buggy” is a shopping cart, simp miguel /j, food mention, umm i think that’s it? not proofread
a/n: sorry this isn’t exactly what you asked for, i got carried away !!
it was only the start of november and target was rushing christmas essentials out. the moment you walked in, a sea of red, green and white items caught your eyes. “jesus… it’s only november.” miguel mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the pads of his thumb and middle finger.
“you gotta get into the christmas spirit, miguel!” you exclaimed, wearing a smile from ear to ear. you walked over to grab a cart and placed your purse inside. “it’s too early for that.” he added a sigh.
today wasn’t so great for miguel, he had so much to do back at HQ, involving catching anomalies and making sure no canons get disrupted. it was exhausting. nonetheless, the necessity for groceries lingered.
you started to walk over to the clothes and looked at the onesies that had drawn you in. “nah uh, cariño. groceries, not clothes.” he spoke, taking his hand and redirecting the buggy with ease.
“i just wanna see! i don’t wanna buy anything, just look!” you attempted to move the cart away from his grip, it was impossible. “miguel.” you looked up at him, giving him that motherly stare.
you saw his hand move away from the cart and allowed you to go back to the clothing. you had gravitated towards to the onesies. “this is too cute! miggy, look it’s got little snowflakes!” it had a black background with blue snowflakes, you picked it up.
you placed the onesie on top of your body, giving you a small preview of what it would look like on you. “it’s cute.” he shrugged, barely giving you any attention. “nah, doesn’t match with my hair.” you put it back.
you had went through trials of different onesie’s, you finally found the one. it was ‘angel’ from the ‘lilo and stitch’ movies. “i’m getting this!” you threw it in the buggy immediately. “i thought you weren’t gonna buy anyth—”
you cut miguel off with the most dramatic gasp ever, you abandoned him along with the cart and ran to the men’s section. somehow, you’d managed to see a ‘stitch’ onesie as well.
“it’s your size!” you hollered from the back of the store. “baby, don’t yell in the store.” he chuckled under his breath. he dragged himself along with the cart over to you.
he glanced at the onesie and then back at you. “absolutely not.” he spoke blankly before attempting to walk away. “no! please. i want you to match with me.” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist with both hands, trying your best to hold him back.
“no, you have so many.” he shook his head. “i’m getting it anyway.” you shrugged, grabbing the pjs and dropping it in the buggy. “you’re wasting your money.”
you ignored his protest while getting the groceries… and on the way home. after you had taken a shower, you threw on your onesie. you walked to the kitchen and saw miguel preparing shrimp fettuccine pasta.
he saw you in your outfit and completely melted, he didn’t show it, of course, but he was head over heels. “dinners almost ready… can you watch this for me?” he left the wooden spoon in the pan. you nodded, shuffling over to the stove and slowly stirring the pot.
you weren’t really paying attention, you were busy focusing on the pot. your hand was on your hip as if you were pregnant. you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, looking down you noticed the sleeves of your boyfriends hands were wrapped around you, were blue.
“you liar!” you giggled, turning around immediately. miguel had the hood pulled over his eyes so he really couldn’t see your face but he knew you were happy.
[ time jump to the morning ]
miguel had gotten up early to head to HQ, he brushed his teeth (aggressively) and sprayed a bit of that cologne you loved to smell on his pulse points.
he came back into the room, watching you sleep soundly for a couple of moments before walking over to you and leaned over you to kiss your face. he noticed your soft smile appear on your face as you dreamt.
he headed to work and walked through HQ, while wearing his stitch pjs. it was so comfortable, he’d forgotten all about wearing it. he wondered why all the spider-people were giggling while staring. it was unsettling for him.
“woah! miguel… dig the suit…” peter quipped, swinging past while holding mayday head close to his chest. “what are you talking about…” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“i think you’re in the wrong universe… might wanna head down to stitch headquarters.” lyla popped up, glitching around his head.
“shit.”
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#miguel spiderman#miguel o’hara fluff#miguel o’hara imagine#across the spiderverse
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