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rumor has it that paris is beautiful this time of the year
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let `s talk about Hotchners beard era
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Ewan Mitchell & Tom Glynn-Carney react to House of the Dragon Scenes
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I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking
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i love reese and the nanny verse! are you planning to post it on the patreon?? love ya
family weekend (reese going to college) was posted there on may 23rd of last year :) and the easiest way to find it is in the 2023 collection or the nanny verse collection, happy reading! ilysm
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the nanny (au masterlist)
singer-songwriter!reader x quinn
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(parts 6 - 12 can be found on patreon!)
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At this point Iโm just a Rodrick fanpage. And thereโs nothing wrong with that
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my ick is people writing for medieval characters and using modern slang and vocabulary.
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when y'all read x reader fan fiction, do you guys not use it as escapism? because the way you guys complain about not relating 100% to reader. like sometimes i want to imagine myself as a flirtatious reader or a complete bitch. like do y'all not imagine yourselves with a completely different personality and read it for the storytelling? you do not have to relate to every aspect of the reader and it's completely fine. some of y'all have boring lives outside of fan fiction, so use it as your escape from real life because some of y'all act like y'all want it to mirror every single aspect of it.
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a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning. a little angst, a lotta fluff w josh norris pls!
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โฐโโค set the scene ๐๐
โ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐.
๐ฐ๐ โ 496
๐๐ฐ โ hospitals + health-centric fear, unnamed and undisclosed injury, josh throwing a pity party for one, angst to fluff, and oblivious idiots in love
gif creds โ @chabots
JOSH NORRIS doesn't know how long his phone screamed in his stall, and, frankly, he doesn't want to.
the too many missed calls crowding his lock-screen is more information than he can stomach. josh already has enough guilt weighing down his pockets.
he can't remember the last time he felt this helpless. he wants to do something โ anything, but, in this situation, he's useless.
you should've listed someone else as your emergency contact. someone reliable, who has a conventional job and predictable hours. someone who could've answered the first call on an early ring and been in the car before he was off the ice.
josh listened to a voicemail.
the twelve minutes on 417 were an agonizing blur that crescendoed into deafening silence after the automatic doors parted to reveal a desolate lobby; visiting hours ended six hours ago.
josh netted a power-play goal while you lay in a hospital bed, alone in an empty room. some best friend he was, jesus.
you drop everything for him. even the stupidest shit, like salvaging his poor attempt at fettuccine alfredo or standing in line for his eggroll on a stick so he wouldn't miss the opening of FGL's final concert. and in your time of need, he was celebrating.
even the tidal wave of relief that crashed over him after the night nurse finally updated him on your status โ non-life threatening, quick recovery, stable and sleeping โ couldn't wash off the gooey remorse.
he knows if you could hear his thoughts you'd smack him upside the head. josh would pretend it hurt just to watch your eyes roll, and he'd milk it simply to hear your arid scoff. his grief sits like a cheap halloween mask and, historically, only your belly-laughter can peel it off. even after the roughest night of your life, regardless of how much pain you might be in you would make him laugh; josh is sure of it.
in life, you are the only thing josh is sure of. your presence in his life a certainty he could hang his hat on.
it's something he's been aware of for over half his life but consciously watered down for fear of ruining his one good thing with feelings he wasn't ready for. only when that coveted consistently was jeopardized did josh understand the magnitude of his omission.
he's done being tardy to his own life.
josh can't go another day without you knowing how much he loves you. how he can't breathe when you're around sometimes because you make him that nervous; how badly he wants the first and last thing he sees each day to be your pretty face; how he can't picture a world without you in it or even one where you aren't his.
when you wake up, he's going to tell you everything he's bottled up and then some.
life is too fragile to leave anything unspoken.
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in my defense, your honor, i was thinking with my clit
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hes traumatized miserable older and sexy iโve GOT to fuck him
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concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat
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Matthew Tkachuk, 37, smut pleeeease!
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๐ฐ๐ โ 520
๐๐ฐ โ ghostface!matty (roleplay), inappropriate use of a sharp object, brief discussion of hunting logistics, spoilers for scream (1996), 18+ content
gif creds โ @vivienvalentino
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"oh, you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim?"
โ famous last words.
you can't see him.
you can't even feel him.
...but he's sending you to an early grave.
cool, impersonal nylon pets between your thighs. ridges โ not knuckles โ catch on your softness as a figure shrouded in shadow looms over your bare body. the gloved digit applies pressure, but never enough to slip inside. what's necessary to rile you up, nothing more. its movement is slow, methodical โ and so very unlike your hot-headed pervert of a boyfriend.
what matty lacks in patience between the sheets, he makes up for with stamina and zeal. the masked man standing between your dangling feet is alarmingly focused, devoid of your partner's absent-minded eagerness; matthew took "jumping someone's bones" literally.
in the tattered robe of his costume, he is indistinguishable from the masked killer of your favorite franchise. his voice, however, betrays the menacing faรงade.
"all this mess... just for me?" he teases. amusement seeps through the mesh-covered features of the ghoulish caricature โ terrifying and terrified. "it's alright, babydoll, i know you can't help it. you've got a thing for killers in white masks and their big... knives."
it isn't a surprise, but when a mix of chrome and industrial plastic kisses the sensitive bundle of neglected nerves, you jump all the same. you know itโs only the handle, but a seven-inch steel blade is hard to forget. "the crescent tip makes the blade lighter with a shaper point; excellent for de-boning big game" โ matthew's once gentle education comes back rotted and wrong, determined to haunt you.
"you look so fucking pretty when you're scared."
bottomless pits bore into your skull as the handle teases your folds. drenched in your arousal, the metal cap glides into you with mortifying ease, and your guests one floor below are none the wiser.
he thrusts shallowly once or twice. testing the waters, it seems, then thrusts in a way that turns your stomach.
the movements are too reminiscent of something you've watched countless times since you began dating โ the repeated, unperturbed jabs of the opposite end into the carcass of an elk.
he lingers in this rhythm until his resolve wanes, and he removes the weapon completely. a strangled cry tumbles from your ruddy lips at the sudden loss.
his unoccupied hand lures you into a sense of false security as the delicate strokes devolve into harsh kneading, eventually punctuated by an instructive slap.
dizzy with pain and pleasure in fluctuating amounts, you fail to comply โ to fuck yourself on the knife he caught you staring at.
a click of disapproval ricochets off the headboard.
"thought you wanted to be in the sequel?"
tears flood your mouth, clogging what little space the selfish lump in your throat allotted for words. for obedient little affirmations and sweet pleas for more. what manages to claw itself out is a knot of mumbles and whines, but somewhere amid the pitiful display is shrill assent.
the remaining inches disappear until the aluminum guard snuggles against your heat.
"then audition for it. put on a show for me, babydoll โ perform like your life depends on it."
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