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Daredevil - Matt Murdock x Reader:
Sleep Well - completed, tumblr/ao3, fluff, Matt tempts you to join him in bed
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[Autodale]
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i read somewhere that vikings used to gift new brides kittens and immediately thought of viking!simon and a little kitten
big man with small animal? absolutely yes i’m ovulating
c/w: none
you cannot and will not tell me that he will not pick the scrunkliest kitten known to man. little black scruffy thing tucked into his palms and he just puts it in your lap the day after your wedding. mumbles something about tradition before skulking off
he expects you to dump the thing on someone else, not even give little scruff a name. but to his surprise you’re absolutely in love with this little ball of fur. you don’t go anywhere without it, fashioning a little collar for it and speaking to it as if it were your own child
he doesn’t expect you to be in tears when you tell him that the cat didn’t come home last night :( that you’re worried a wolf got to it and you just miss your baby!
huffs and puffs as he hunts around the dark forest, looking for a kitten who may as well be invisible. breathes a sigh of relief when he finds the thing handing on a tree branch. he’d grab it by the scruff before beginning his trek back home,
“ya gave your mum a right scare. don’t do that again.” he’d grunt to the cat who just meows right back at him, tail swishing in the air
#“big man with small animal? absolutely yes im ovulating”#write it on my tombstone#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#ghost fluff#cod fanfic#fic rec
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i'm 'accidentally' spilling drinks on his white linen so he has to take it off. damn, that boy would be golden tan and just slightly sweaty, enough to make him shiny
bonus points if the resort is in a country with a primary language other than english. bilingual boy, i will whimper if he speaks fluent italian to me. amorino, cuore mio, cara mia, bellezia, tesoro...
Emmy I need you to tell us more about cabana boy Steve
he works at his father’s hotel and can’t stop looking at you. he knows it’s rude and that’s why he’s always pink cheeks and flustered but he knows your cocktail order and brings it right over to your lounger, tries not to stare at the tiny straps of your bikini and it’s so easy to get him to spend longer and longer by your side each day.
who else is supposed to help you rub your sun lotion on your shoulders?
#screaming crying#this made me have Thoughts#Emmy youre a goddamn genius#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#stranger things fanfic#fic rec
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I’m noticing an increase in new fic writers on AO3 who…uh…mayy not know how to format their fics correctly..so here is a quick and VERY important tip
Using a random fic of mine as example..
The left example: âś…âś…âś…
The right example: ❌❌❌
Idk how many times I’ve read a good fic summary and been so excited to read before clicking on it and being met with an ugly wall of text. When I see a huge text brick with zero full line breaks my eyes blur and I just siiiigh bc either I click out immediately or I grin and bear it…it’s insufferable!
If a new character speaks, you need a line break. If you notice a paragraph is becoming too large, go ahead and make a line break and/or maybe reconfigure the paragraph to flow better. I’m not a pro writer or even a huge fic writer but…please…ty…
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Steve Harrington | Stranger Things Season 4
#steve harrington#stranger things#this is steve in the fallout au btw#suited up bloody dirty and disturbed
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you haven't changed, you just think you have
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Tragic pining android! Ghost makes my heart hurt. Like he won’t age but reader will, all those immortal tropes that make me sad. Over here trying to concoct a somehow happy ending for them in my brain to cope
Oh... are they supposed to get a happy ending?
#someone please tell me why im crying in the fucking club rn#android!ghost#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley angst#cod fanfic
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For reference:
Serif fonts have the hooks on the end (called serifs)
popular fonts include: Garamond, Cambria, Times New Roman, etc.
Sans-serif fonts don't have serifs
popular fonts include: Helvetica, Open Sans, Roboto, etc.
(please RB if you vote!)
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Eddie Munson x GN!Reader blurb (wc 790)
Summary: You have a depression induced crying jag. Eddie comforts you. Based on my own experience.
Warnings: This is how my depression feels for me sometimes. It's not a universal thing. I just wanted Eddie to comfort the reader, and meet them where they are.
*Not proofread.
** This is something that was published on a different blog sometime last year. It's going here tonight because I need it.
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The wrongness was weighing on you, it had been for the last few days. It’s second nature, hiding behind the jokes. You learned a long time ago how to move through your days while your mind is in its darkest corners. You have the script memorized, your hands do the work that’s required without you making the decision to do it.
So you did. You did and did and did. You accomplished. You ate food. You drank water. You relieved yourself. You even managed the expected small talk with your coworkers. No one noticed that the corner of your smile never quite sat right on your face. And now, as you and Eddie sit on the couch, his head resting on your shoulder, you can’t do it anymore.
“Hey, Ed, I’m really tired,” you give his knee a little shake to draw his attention away from whatever show he was watching on the television. A cartoon, you don’t know, you’re not actually here with him at the moment. You make sure to keep your voice light and steady, “I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You give him your smile, and you know it must look wrong, but you hope it’s enough to satisfy him. You kiss his cheek, his lips are downturned missing the warmth of your body next to him. He says something to you, and you just nod and say goodnight, hoping you remembered the correct words, mentally checking your script.
You don’t stop in the kitchen and get a glass of water. You don’t go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You don’t even stop to take an allergy pill. You float along the carpet with one thought in your mind. So close. You can close the door and finally be alone and let the dark move to the front of your mind in privacy.
You do not put your clothes in the hamper. You let them fall to the ground. You do not put your soft night clothes on. You pad to the bed, climb under the covers, and the dam breaks. Sobs wrack your body, wailing like a child into your pillow to muffle the sound. The soft darkness wraps around you and pulls you deep into a feeling of loss and pain. The release of everything you’ve held onto for the last few days – weeks – years all comes crashing through you in a violent way. It feels like grief, like mourning. A loss of something you can’t quite remember.
It goes on like this. On and on. Snot and tears covering your pillow while you howl. You care less and less about the noise the further you sink into the darkness. The last time you cried like this (wept, really) was years ago. Tears do not come easily for you, and at this moment, you know they won’t stop until you fall asleep – resting in the dark, face puffy and stained.
You don’t hear Eddie come into the room. You don’t feel him get into the bed next to you. You’re gone, lost to anything but feeling the pain and letting it surge through you physically. You do feel the warmth of his arm around your center. Firm and pulling you into him. He doesn’t quiet your wails, he just wraps his arms and legs around your body. His weight grounding you and keeping you from getting lost more than you already are.
Minutes, hours, days, months, years pass in that bed. You weave in and out of consciousness, every time you find yourself in bed with Eddie’s body enveloping you. His mouth pressed against your neck, his warm and steady breath releasing from his nose and into your hair. Sleep finally takes you under when your own breathing matches the rhythm of his lungs. You rest in those strong arms, comforting. They are your home.
In the morning when your alarm rings, Eddie’s arms and legs are still holding you, relaxed with sleep but you still feel held. Your eyes are swollen and it’s difficult to open them. Despite sleeping, your body is more exhausted then before you came into the bedroom last night.
His arms pull you into him as he’s roused, nose back in your neck. “Baby. I’m here.” The choked sob that comes from you is not as hopeless as the grief you felt in the night. Not with his voice, breath, heartbeat, and arms so close to you.
You both stay in bed while you make the phone calls. You’re both sick today and can’t go to work, you tell your bosses. You ate something bad yesterday, maybe you’ll feel better tomorrow. Today, though, you need to rest and Eddie needs to be with you.
#very needed tonight#thank you#love you#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson hurt/comfort#stranger things fanfic#fic rec
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ANDROID GHOST AJDBAHGEJADHJWHAH SKEHEBJWBDJA WKRBBWJF IM NEVER GOING TO THINK ABOUT ANYHITNG ELSE EVER AGAIN
also question: is there like a cum storage in his body that would have to be manually refilled?? if so imaging fucking him until it’s literally empty
It does have to be manually refilled. Trying to find a way to put a come making system in Ghost's body was a bit more challenging than you thought it would be, so you opted for the refillable route. Much easier. Plus you figure he won't run out too quickly. It's not a huge amount that gets stored, but you figure it's enough.
You did not anticipate that going his entire android life without a dick or orgasm software would probably lead to some... overconsumption once he did have it. Ghost shows up like two days later and needs to be refilled. He'll tell you straight up it's because he was masturbating too. He's got a "lot of time to make up" and boy is he making up for lost time.
Also "fucking him" is a bit of a stretch, "being used to get him off" is more accurate. Because that's what he does. He moves you with mechanical strength and precision like a living doll made to take his cock. In a way you are. You designed his dick exactly to your own desires, meeting his specifications while you drooled over the mechanics and tested the synth skin under your tongue. Now you sit on your knees with your head bumping against the wall as Ghost thrusts your perfect cock into your mouth, holding your head between his hands and pulling you down until you gag.
"Giving you what you deserve lovie," He tells you, something achingly tender in the swipe of his thumb against the tears staining your cheek, "lemme shut that brain o' yours off for a while."
He pins you to the workbench, keeps you on your back and presses your knees up to your shoulders. The weight of him is enough to keep you from moving as he pushes his thick cock into your dripping cunt, the angle perfect for him to beat against your cervix with each short thrust. It's too much too fast. The ache of it punching pleasure deep in your stomach, your cunt clenching as it tries to keep him inside. Your head spins, your breath catches, Ghost hooks your legs over his shoulders and laces his fingers behind your head. He forces you to bend under his weight, makes you watch the way his cock disappears into your puffy pussy and comes out glistening with slick.
And he'll keep you there, keep hitting that mind numbing spot deep inside you until your legs are shaking and you're screaming his name. He'll fuck you through orgasm, tap his metallic forehead against yours and let your breath fog his faceplate. He'll fuck you through his own orgasm, make you realize that despite adding a routine to increase sensitivity with each consecutive orgasm, you didn't actually program in a refractory period. Ghost will fuck you until he's empty, and then he'll fuck you past that.
"Making up for lost time," He'll tell you when he finally lets you up. Making up for lost time, you think as you stretch your aching legs towards the floor and try to find your balance. You're losing time on your back and on your knees, and now you've got synthetic come sloshing around and dripping out of you.
Price can't fire you for this, can he?
#drooling brb#simon ghost riley x reader#android!ghost#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#cod fanfic#SAY IT. AND SAY IT AGAIN
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ghoul!Eddie Munson who finds a stumbling survivor of Vault 13, a sweet sheltered little lamb, and charms his way into "helping" her
he was really planning to sell her to the highest bidder, but he starts to liken it to getting a dog - but one he can talk to, that can negotiate for him with her sweet words and pretty eyes, that can cook and sing little tunes while he plays his acoustic guitar. and he learns how loyal a Vault Dweller raised in safety can be when she starts killing for him
it also doesn't take him long to realize how fucking sexy it is when he corrupts her
#icymi#stranger things fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb
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Vault Dweller Steve Harrington barely escaping from his raided Vault with his life and suddenly thrown out into the Wasteland - with no understanding of what life is like on the surface and only basic knowledge of how to survive.
Radroach meet nailbat like wack.
NCR aligned reader who happens upon a bloody, dirty, starving Steve Harrington with his Vault suit pulled down around to tie around his waist, white tank stained and ripped, breathing heavy and running a hand through his hair to get his sweaty bangs out of his face.
"That's a nice suit you got there, handsome," you tease as he whips his head toward you, muscles tensing and eyes widening in alarm as he raises his bat again. "But I'm afraid you're a long way from home."
#icymi#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington au#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you
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I fangirl over you every single day
that's crazy because i fangirl over you every single day, so like...
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Vault Dweller Steve Harrington barely escaping from his raided Vault with his life and suddenly thrown out into the Wasteland - with no understanding of what life is like on the surface and only basic knowledge of how to survive.
Radroach meet nailbat like wack.
NCR aligned reader who happens upon a bloody, dirty, starving Steve Harrington with his Vault suit pulled down around to tie around his waist, white tank stained and ripped, breathing heavy and running a hand through his hair to get his sweaty bangs out of his face.
"That's a nice suit you got there, handsome," you tease as he whips his head toward you, muscles tensing and eyes widening in alarm as he raises his bat again. "But I'm afraid you're a long way from home."
#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington au#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#myos ideas#myo4harrington
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Maybe…. 👀
Art by me
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