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missing him tbh xxx & his minionrry era
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i think what’s on a person’s nightstand is very telling so reblog this and put in the tags the things you have on your nightstand
#the unhoneymooners#birth control#£20 and £5 note#mirror#amazon alexa#tv remote#led remote#pen#eyebrow pencil#water bottle
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or wait you and sirius sitting across from each other, arms crossed and pouting as remus stands above you, waiting for you two to apologise but it never comes so he just sighs and walks away.
"you guys are ridiculous. the pair of you." remus is so over it, throwing his hands up in defeat and getting off the love seat.
james is seated on the couch, nibbling on his thumb looking back and forth between you and sirius who are pointedly ignoring each other; you picking at your nails, and him on his phone. "can't you guys just say you're sorry?"
"I'm sorry," you concede looking at sirius who gives you an arrogant smirk back, "I'm sorry that you're an insufferable prick."
"right back at ya, doll."
james and remus groan in unison.
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a little help
Summary: Bucky’s been having difficulties in a certain… department. He’s at a loss, completely ready to give up until he starts theorizing. If you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. Maybe you’ll be able to fix him.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader
One-Shot
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!; unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks!); masturbation; elements of orgasm denial; elements of orgasm delay; handjobs; anal fingering (Bucky receiving); use of sex toys (vibrators - Bucky receiving); prostate massage; coming untouched; blowjobs; dirty talk; painful masturbatory efforts; enhanced Reader (no y/n); pet names (doll, baby); age difference kink; multiple orgasms; strong language; mutual pining; lube, lube, and more lube; CONSENT, ALL THAT LOVELY CONSENT!
Word Count: 12,400+
A/N: I have no excuse for this. Enjoy! xxMoni
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It’s two in the morning and the room is literally cold but Bucky’s body is burning up, clenching and unclenching the miserable coil that’s been resting inside his heaving stomach since midnight. He’s sweating, sticking to the cotton sheets below him and even though it feels incredibly uncomfortable, he can’t seem to stop himself from grinding down onto the bed. It’s relaxing and blissful, the pressure of the mattress against his back and bottom, but it’s also the most he can do without absolutely falling over the edge.
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when ur sober ☽ R.L
MARAUDERS MODERN TEXTING AU:
Remus felt his heart pound in his chest and he wondered briefly if he was going to faint. Those words he’d been desperate to hear finally happened. But she was drunk. The ringing in his ears intensified and in a panic, he hung up the phone; shakily texting back: call me when ur sober.
NAVIGATION ☽ MASTERLIST ☽ AO3
PAIRINGS: Remus Lupin x F!Reader ft. Jily, Dorlene
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
CONTENT: Fluff, swearing, sexual jokes, blink and you’ll miss the angst, love confessions, brief mention of food, cringe lol
NOTES: I’m a firm believer that Remus would’ve loved ‘the real slim shady.’ Also, lowkey badly written but I’m too lazy to go back and rewrite
USERNAME GUIDE:
Remus — my moony
Sirius — padfoot
Peter — peeps
James — evan’s bitch
Lily — petals
Marlene — marling
Dorcas — meadowes in meadows
Y/N — me (for her POVs (for Remus it’s: sunshine))
Me — refers to the owner of the cell who’s texting
EDIT: there’s something wrong with the formatting but Tumblr keeps glitching out so I can’t fix it. I apologize
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𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦
challenge: fallin’ angel’s 100 writing challenge by @adorkably
prompt: rivals taking a child they both love trick-or-treating and call someone “tater tot”
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
words: 3.4k words
warnings: post-endgame, small plot twist at the end, morgan is just a cutie, bucky being soft as hell, not a lot of language because there is a bAbY, happy ending, and F L U F F
summary: it’s morgan’s favorite night of the year, but things get a little heated when two avengers both want to take their favorite kid for trick-or-treating.
a/n: HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS ANGEL BABY!! this is such a huge milestone and i’m so proud of you and honored to be called your friend. i had so much fun writing this because fall is my favorite season and it just gives off all the good vibes. just to note, i took the term “rivals” very lightly and it’s more teasing as you’ll see in the end, but i really hope you like it and happy early halloween folks! <3
main masterlist || sebastian stan characters masterlist
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She’s such an actress
She’s such an actress
Bestfriend!harry grinding on yn while spooning. / bestfriend!harry you guys casually hookup and can’t get enough of each other (smut, smut and more smut)
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And They Were Roommates - One Shot
a/n: I’ve had this idea for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come together. I love friends to lovers fics, they make my stomach twist in the best possible way, so I hope you all enjoy these two! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread)
Warnings: two idiots refusing to just get together until they do, SMUT, mentions of Only Fans (which I truthfully know nothing about, but I wanted to make things saucy)
Words: 11.3K
“We just need to be quiet in case my roommate’s home.” You say to your date, Jeremy, as you key into your flat. He nods with a grin as you enter.
“Hey, lovie, how was the-“ Harry smirks when he sees you come in with your date. “I see it went well, never mind.”
You roll your eyes at him. He was sitting on the couch in some sweat pants, and that was it, watching some romantic comedy.
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no filter || roommate!bucky
summary: bucky is a grump who gets flustered easily. reader has a habit of drunk calling and not having a filter
wordcount: 1.6k
warnings: i wrote this sleep deprived and on mobile so it may be bad, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, reader is horn-knee, reader is a messy drunk, reader has a thigh kink, and a metal arm kink
sidenote: lol so inspired by me loving roommate!bucky and my own personal messiness this previous weekend, tried to write canon bucky but i also s*ck so
It was so easy for him to become nervous.
Not because you were reckless or because you were a lightweight or anything like that, but Bucky didn’t like the idea of you getting plastered with your friends when he couldn’t take care of you.
You just happened to be a work-hard-play-hard type of person and you worked hard. So when you went out and there was alcohol involved you could hold your own, but no one should let you near your phone. A notorious lovey and loose-lipped drunk, you constantly left friends voice memos that sound like “iloveyousomuchandi’msoproudofyouandgodyourfriendshipmeanstheworldtome” or on a particular day when you were feeling ballsy and a bit horny “godiwouldactupforyousobadit’ssoinappropruatebuti’mdrunkandthat’sabadidea”.
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“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” hit me with the fluff dude :)) -mcumendes
@mcumendes here ya go love 💕
“Take a deep breath and start the problem over again.”
You had been sitting in the library, looking at the same statistics worksheet for about three hours now and you were ready to pull your hair out, but you took a deep breath like Tom had said to and erased your work on the last problem anyway.
You were frustrated and ready to give up, but you knew Tom wouldn’t let you do that. You were thankful to have him as a study partner, but sometimes his never ending optimism and positive attitude irked you more than you’d like to admit.
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Some comfort Peter when your suppppper sad?
-- clearing out my inbox --
(warnings: y/n's having a bit of A Day but I promise she'll be okay)
It’s just been one of those days. The missed-your-bus, forgot-your-umbrella, late-for-class kinda days. The kind of day that leaves you feeling low, hollow and utterly exhausted.
By the time you stagger back home, not even the inviting sight of your bed can pull you out of your horrible mood. As you wallow beneath the warm duvet, your thoughts descend, and you start feeling really, really sad. Before you know it, you're crying, everything catching up to you, and your hands are shaking as you reach down to pick up your phone.
You go back and forth for a while, trying to decide if it’s worth texting your boyfriend, Peter. Last time you’d had a bad day, he’d made you promise to let him know so he could be there for you, but you feel reluctant to disturb his evening. You’ve got your lower lip pulled between your teeth as you ponder it profusely, and you're glad when your decision's made for you as your phone lights up with a text.
Pete: hey, MJ said you seemed sad in class. is everything okay? can I come over?
His concern for you bring on a fresh set of hot tears, but you’re quick to reply affirmatively.
Pete: okayyy, will b five mins
Pete: I love you
As you wait for Peter, you sit up against the headboard and pull on the sleeves of your hoodie. It’s a lovely forest green colour, and it makes you think of Peter because he’d got it for you for your last birthday. It’s like you’re being hugged by your boyfriend, and it's a worthy substitute until you hear the telltale noise of a figure outside your window, and you watch him slowly pull it up.
“Y/N,” Peter greets, staggering over the window-frame. He’s in the Spidey suit, but the mask is already off, and you giggle quietly as you watch the expression of concentration that seizes hold of Peter’s features as he tries not to drop the things in his hands. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Peter looks up at you, his brown curls lying messily across his forehead and his brown eyes wide with concern, and something inside you snaps. Your chin wobbles for a brief second, and then you’re crying again, burying your head in your hands as you bring your knees to your chest. Immediately you hear him drop his things at the bottom of the bed and then Peter almost throws himself at you, burrowing down into the bed beside you. He pulls you in, the gloved hands of his suit curling around your back as he places you carefully in his lap, your face going to nestle in the crook of his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you stammer out, your voice thick with tears. He shushes you softly, a hand resting on the back of your head as he holds you close.
“Don’t apologise for being sad,” he mumbles against you. “Let it out, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Your eyes sting and your head pounds, but the way he holds you like you’re precious cargo takes the edge off. Peter has you curled so closely to him that it’s hard to tell where you stop and he begins, but you like it like that. It’s as if you’re fully cocooned, smothered by his love, and his care for you, and it makes you feel safe.
After a while, your tears dry up, and you slowly retract your face from his shoulder. You blink quickly as your eyes readjust to the bright lights of your room.
“Hey there,” Peter mumbles, his voice soft. He fiddles with a button on his suit, and then the gloves fall away from his hands. With a warm touch, he brings his thumbs to your cheeks and slowly, carefully, flicks your tears away, one by one. “How are you feeling?”
You manage a weak shrug, your teeth brushing over your tender lower lip. “I feel sad,” you admit, voice a little lost. “Had a bad day.” Your nose burns as you feel another tear slip from your right eye, and Peter leans in close to kiss at your cheek. His soft mouth brushes away the tear, and you feel your heart pulse in your chest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you, eyeing you carefully. His hands move down to sit on your waist, slipping beneath your hoodie so he can press gentle, loving circles over the bottom of your back.
You shake your head. “It hurts,” you tell him, voice hoarse. He releases a small noise, almost a whimper, and looks at you like he wants to scoop you up in his arms and protect you forever.
“I brought food, and- and DVDs, and, um, your favourite blanket from my place. But we can just sit here, and I can hug you if you want, or we could go to sleep.” He breaks off, a small smile breaking across his thin lips as he dives in to kiss your cheek again. His mouth slips back to your ear, and his warm breath fans out across your neck as he adds, “I love you so much, baby. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
His words bring a lump to your throat, but this time it isn’t as heavy. You manage a weak smile, and Peter pulls back to kiss your forehead a few times.
“Thanks, Pete,” you whisper. “You’re so good to me.”
He just pulls you closer, wrapping you up safely in his arms and cradling you against his chest. “Of course,” he says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “You’re my best girl. I’d do anything for you.” He kisses the crown of your head, letting his lips linger there. “I just want you to feel better.”
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