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moechies · 28 days

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Ur fav guy fucking his mom pls pls

౨ৎ ⋆ take it, mommy ! ꨄ shidou ryusei ꒰ DARK CONTENT ꒱

sypnosis: grimy shidou fuckin' his mommy :(

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 1.4k words ꒱ ince$t, yandere themes, pwop, tons of kissing, groping, no prep, creampie, whiny needy ryu, name usage including . . mommy, mama

“ryusei ! get off me!”

“no.. i love you, love y’so much mommy. missed you soo much.” he purrs against your warm skin. his heavy body lays atop of you, keeping you still below him as he grabs at your face and pressing sloppy kisses anywhere he deems possible; like a bunny in heat.

“n-not now, ryusei, mommy’s got things to do, okay?”

“y’really can’t spend some quality time with your son?” he pouts, a sight you’re never used to seeing. it makes your heart ache, and you sigh.

“b-but, i have to cook—“

“i can help you with that later, ‘kay? jus’ miss you mama, don’t leave me.”

you shrivel under his touch, finding it hard to respond with anything other than your usual ‘yes, of course i won’t .’ he attempts to read into your expression, looking for any sign of reassurance. he sighs with relief when you smile, burying himself in the crook of your collarbone when you run a hand through the soft of his fluffy hair. because he knows, knows that you’ve fallen into his trap once again.

. . ♡

ryusei only loves you. maybe it’s the fact that you’re the only one out of thousands of individuals that he’s ever met, that has shown him unconditional love. spending the last 20 years of your life grooming him, nurturing him, regardless of anything that has happened within the span of his fucked up life, he’s never found another like his own mother.

he can’t help but love you more than a son should love his mother, clinging onto you at any moment given possible when he isn’t out solely to play soccer for his profession.

the brat almost always gets into dangerous situations after a bad game, rushing home to find comfort in his mothers presence, as well as in her sloppy cunt. you attempt to scold him, but everything simply goes in one ear and out the next when he’s desperate for some lovin’ from his mother.

“i know.. i know already, okay? jus’ missed you so much. couldn’t wait to come home..” he mumbles, pressing his hot lips against yours. it’s overwhelming, his soft hands roaming your body and groping the flesh of your tits from under your shirt, the soft fat of them falling in between his fingers. “really just missed you s’much mama. forgive me, ‘kay?”

how heartless would you be if you didn’t ?

♡ . .

“w’na make you feel good. can i , mommy ? please ? w’na have you so bad.” he whines, fingers tugging at your shirt, quickly pulling them above your tits causing you to squeal. he wastes no time listening to your complaints, whining about how he’s too crude, and how he needs to be patient, instead he quickly latches onto your swollen bud. his strained cock unwittingly humps into the sheets, the wet sticky patch that leaks from his cock head dirtying his boxers.

ones you’d have to wash later, and look back on the ‘guilt‘ of your two’s doings.

he’s messy, and his spit coats not only your puffy areola but the fat of your tit. he gropes at your tit simultaneously, causing you to arch your back away from the rough sensation.

“r-ryusei hnn— too rough.”

“sorryyy. . didn’t mean t’mommy.” he mumbles, catching your lips in a heated kiss.

meanwhile, his hand travels below, pulling himself out of the confinement of his boxers. he sighs into your mouth out of relief, the warmth of his shaft unintentionally rubbing against your naked thigh. it makes you whine, squeezing your eyes tight.

“ryusei..” you mumble into the kiss , catching his attention. “you’re such a good boy f’mommy baby.” you coo with a light smile. his gaze softens, an ill-intentioned grin that spreads across his face. he yearns for your free hand, intertwining his bigger fingers with yours.

“can i fuck you now ? please, can’t wait anymore. it hurts , mommy.” he whines, leading your gaze down below where he fervidly attempts to rub out the ache in his cock. it’s a sight you’ve seen many times before, but one that you’re never able to get used to.

he’s heavy, and thick, the rotund tip leaking of creamy pre. his balls swell with need, desperate for any sort of release. he’s thickest around the middle, veins bulging across the entirety of his fat shaft. you find yourself salivating at the sight, quickly tidying your appearance before he has time to make fun of your expression.

“such a pretty sight, baby.” you coo, hoisting yourself onto your forearms to press a soft kiss against his cheek.

“t-thank you, mommy.” he mumbles, a light blush of pink painting over his cheeks. he’s unable to look into you, embarrassed, but doesn’t waste time to press a kiss on the tip of your nose to show his appreciation.

he rubs the swollen head against the pudgy slit of your cunt waiting for approval, shivering when he feels his pre mix into the slick of your arousal. his grip on your hand grows tighter, attempting to press further into your silky cunt.

“mommy, please—“

“mhm, be good for mommy, okay? go ahead, p-put it in, ryusei.”

you find yourself barely able to breathe throughout the the desperation, watching as his pupils grow into large black voids, shaped into hearts.

he wastes no time, quickly guiding his cock into the depths of your cunt. the arousal caused upon his teasing causes a slip, his creamy head accidently nudging over your puffy clit, making you jolt against him. he mumbles out insincere apologies, head empty other than the thought of getting in his mother’s cunt.

he nearly cums when he successfully fucks into you, your tight walls pulsating and gripping around him like no other. you squeal at the stretch, free hand coming up to push at his chest in an attempt to slow his movements.

“wait— ryu !”

“mommy,” he whines, on the brink of tears. if his eyes hadn’t been rolled back into his fucking skull, you’d very obviously see tears beading in the socket of his rosy irises.

“r-ryu,” you cry. “feels s’ good. y-you’re making mommy feel so good..”

his chest swells with pride, yearning to hear more of your honey-like praises.

he humps into you lazily, his breaths heavy and to be heard from rooms away. minimal sweat beads across the crown of his forehead, his gaze pacing back and forth from your frenzied state to down below where you two connect.

your cunt accommodates his girth perfectly, fat folds stretching to painful limits just enough to fit his cock. every thrust leaves a coat of pearlescent cream around him forming a ring, slow dribbles of cum spilling down and coating the tight rim below.

“l-love you, only you, love your pussy s’much, i— thankyouthankyouthank—“ his rambles are stopped by a kiss, but to no avail as he continues chanting against your lips. his hands rub up on every inch of your skin desperately, roughly fondling your messy tits, eager to feel more.

“wan’ you to cum, please, cum ‘round me mama. please—“ he mumbles meekly into your neck, bodies held together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

his thrusts become heavy and sloppy, leaving no room for you to squirm away as he holds tight. “hnn— r-ryu, it hurts— think ‘m g-gonna cum,” you cry, shimmery tears dragging along your dewy cheek. red painful streaks paint the back of the football player, but he pays no mind.

“cum, mommy, cum on it.” he moans breathlessly.

you’d never miss a chance to. your cunt convulses around him violently, pushing him over the edge at the given moment. creamy cum coats the insides, painting your walls white as his fat load seems to be never ending, filling your little cunt to the brim.

“ryusei, t-too much! wait !”

“take i-it, pleasee hnn—, just be still and take it f’me—“

he holds you tight, hindering your attempt to scramble away from the feeling, being sure you feel every inch, every drop of his heavy load.

he withdraws his limp cock from you unwillingly, whining at the sensitivity when your cunt clenches around his swelled tip.

he light smile spreads across his lips as he watches his load leak out of you involuntarily, painting the sheets white. he does nothing to prevent the mess, simply watching from afar dreaming of doing it again.

“love you, mommy.” he speaks quietly, gently grabbing your face on both sides to pucker your swollen lips before pressing a heavy kiss. he adores your fucked out expression, barely awoke but still conscious enough to shoot him a smile, and a honeyed, “i love you too, ryusei. ♡”

“goodnight, mommy. sleep tight. ♡”

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hoshiwhore · 1 month

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pretty baby

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: straight up filth smut

warnings: car sex, cum play, dirty talk, exhibitionism (kinda?) (lmk if i missed something)

"such an obedient whore, taking everything i give her," soonyoung groans as he grabs your hips and thrusts upwards, maintaining the initial brutal pace. his words keep adding to your pleasure, making you clench as you desperately bounce on his cock.

"yea, you like this baby? like getting... fuck-" he throws his head back, letting out a guttural groan that goes straight to your abused hole. "like getting fucked right outside your house like this?" you can't help but whine at both his words and the way he rubs harsh circles on your swollen, overstimulated bud.

you let out a cry, keening in pleasure as he continues spewing absolute filth from his pretty mouth, "what if your parents walk out, huh? what if- what if they see their precious, innocent daughter getting fucked in a car-" you clench around him again, your pussy throbbing at his words, "-in a car, out in the open like this?"

his hips bucking into you, hitting that one particular spot that has you seeing stars, paired with his nimble fingers toying with your abused clit sends you tumbling over your edge. you bite your lip, trying to contain your moans that sound borderline pornographic at this point and throw your head back as you cream his cock.

"that's my pretty baby, you're doing so good," he keeps slowly thrusting into you, trying to drag out your orgasm and you almost sob at how good it feels.

once you've come down from your high, he speeds up his thrusts once again and if you weren't already sobbing earlier, you sure are now. bouncing on his dick while he whispers absolute filth in your ears, you let out whines and whimpers at the burning overstimulation.

after a few more thrusts and a couple dozen messy kisses, you feel him spill inside you, painting your inner walls white.

you softly moan when he pulls out after a while and the sensation of his cum running down your thighs makes you clench around nothing. the very thought of him fucking you so good and filling you up to the brink with his cum has your now gaping hole wanting to be fucked full of his seeds all over again.

"you okay, baby? was it too much?" you're brought out of your dirty thoughts as soonyoung gently rubs your back. you bite your bottom lip, shaking your head side to side, "it was just right."

he tucks himself back in his pants and kisses your forehead.

"good." his fingers soon find their way back to your engorged clit and he starts to play it with again.

soon after, he gently enters two of his digits inside you and you let out a deep breath, slowly grinding against his palm. he continues finger-fucking his cum inside you while pinching and teasing your nub for a couple of minutes before he completely stops and removes his hands from your core.

before you can voice out your dissapointment and need in the form of a whine, his fingers are inside your mouth.

"you're never satisfied, are you?"

you let out a hum at the heady taste of both of your mixed arousals and maintain eye contact with him as you lick and suck his fingers, as you would his cock.

"such a whore," he chuckles and removes his fingers from your mouth as he slowly lifts you up from his lap. he looks around for your panties which he carelessly discarded earlier and once he finds it, he helps you put them on.

soonyoung pecks your lips as he runs a finger over the drenched white lace that sticks to your folds. you shudder and let your head fall against his shoulder as he shoves a finger inside your pussy again, this time the fabric snug against your walls.

"pretty baby's pretty hole is all mine, yeah?" he coos.

you nod shyly and he pecks your lips, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"keep all of my cum inside you, okay?" he places another gentle kiss on your lips again.

"i want you to go home like this," and again.

"go to your bedroom," and again.

"and touch yourself for me."

"can my pretty baby do that for me?"

#hoshi smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung smut #soonyoung x reader #hoshiwhore

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houserautha · 1 month

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Oh god.. can we get a Feyd lactation kink blurb..? I’m so sorry

No need to apologize bestie, I LOVE this ask. The heart wants what the heart wants

And it wants Feyd with a lactation kink

I don’t think Feyd is ever embarrassed about his sexual interests, but this one definitely gives him pause. He self-reflects for about half a second before he sits down on the edge of the bed beside you, where you’re nursing your infant. His eyes are not on the pink, wrinkled baby, however.

Once the babe is satisfied and sufficiently milk drunk, you lay him down in his bedside cot and fix Feyd with a knowing look. “What do you want?”

You start to tuck your breasts back into your shirt, but Feyd stops you.

“Does it hurt?” He asks.

“Sometimes,” you tell him, lifting a shoulder. You reach up to massage your right breast, wincing as you do. “He never wants to nurse on this side. It gets…uncomfortable.”

“What do you do then?”

You roll your tongue in your cheek. It does not escape your notice, your husband’s sudden interest in lactation. “I have to express the milk myself, like this.”

You demonstrate for him, maintaining eye contact all the while, fingers firm but gentle on your breast. He watches you intently, gaze darkening as milk forms. You reach for an empty bottle, kept on hand especially for this reason, but once again Feyd stops you.

“Can I try?”

An unexpected heat pools between your legs. Since the birth, you’ve been sorely missing your husband. You nod. Feyd all but climbs into your lap, almost comically eager, and replaces the hand on your breast. His hand is much larger than yours, a detail that doesn’t escape you. He’s uncertain at first, pressing gently. You instruct him in a low tone.

“Here,” you say. His touch is infuriating and, coupled with the full soreness in your breast, you desperately want him to relieve you. Guiding him, you loosen a soft sigh when he finally manages to coax the milk from your ducts, pearly white and nearly translucent as it beads on your nipple.

The sigh turns guttural, though, when he dips his head down and captures your nipple with his mouth. His tongue swipes over the sensitive bud.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

Feyd continues his gentle assuage, mouth working in tandem with his fingers. Your body bows in response to him. Emboldened, he moves closer, lapping more hungrily as he learns how to properly coax the milk in steady spurts. It dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his chin.

It’s worth it, losing the few ounces in order to see him unraveled like this.

It’s not long before the pain in your breast subsides, as well as your milk, and Feyd is leaning back to admire his work. His tongue darts out to capture any residual milk.

You open your mouth to say something — to thank him maybe — but he kisses you before you can utter it. His touch coasts over your exposed breasts, your shoulders. You melt into him. Feyd tears the sheets from your legs to better position himself between them but a commotion beside the bed stills you both.

Your son stirs in his cot, rosebud mouth parting in a tiny mumble. He turns to the side.

“Shh,” you warn your husband.

Feyd smirks at you. His words escape him in bursts as he applies searing kisses to your bare skin. “I-am-going-to-keep-you-like-this-forever.” He tucks you under him, splits your thighs apart to find your cunt weeping with want. “Breasts full with milk and belly full with my children.”

It goes without saying that you do not adhere to the physician’s order to refrain from sex, and no one is the least bit surprised when you find yourself pregnant again so quickly. Feyd is smug with himself, with his good luck, and with his beautiful (full) wife.

A/N: I have not been able to write a lick and then suddenly I get this ask and it awakens something inside of me😂 god bless. This turned more into a little fic then a blurb (also I bottle fed so my apologies if there’s any inaccuracies🍒)

#feyd rautha smut #feyd rautha #lactation kink #fanfic writing #fanfic

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 1 month

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d. di. dillo ml <3 could i maybe perhaps get hcs for the boys and a theatre kid! s/o? <3

A/N: I’m a stage manager so I feel qualified to answer these asks. I went down the high school theater train here because it felt the most applicable and I felt most confident writing it so…yeah. Hope you enjoy!

DARRY CURTIS

This man is an absolute saint and unofficially joined your set building crew once your show started because he works in construction kinda sorta and figured what better way to help your show than to help build everything you need

The rest of the cast and crew goes absolutely wild when he shows up the first time because let’s be real folks, Darry is absolutely stunning, incredibly strong, and an absolute gentlemen

He’s wonderful at helping you with lines too, if you need some assistance with memorizing or just someone to talk through them with, Dare is more than happy to help you out

Dare’ll give up his free time for that too, like in the evenings when he wants to do is crawl into bed and catch some rest before having to work again tomorrow, he’ll sit with you in the living room and recite lines until you feel confident

Come show time, he’s sitting in the front row with his brothers, grinning up at you when you’re on stage, clapping the loudest when it’s done <3

He brings you flowers too, a nice little bouquet that he gives to you after you’re done, congratulating you on such a good performance, he’ll tell you every show you do was even better than your last, no matter what happens

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop absolutely loves that you’re an actor, he thinks it’s super duper cool and is literally so in awe of your talent no matter how talented you think you actually are-

He likes to joke, that if he were still in school, he’d be up on stage with you, acting right alongside you, playing every love interest you could ever have on that big stage

The theater director, I’m sure, would have loved to have Sodapop in the plays/musicals because just look at that man’s face and I will bet you actual money that Sodapop can sing too

On those rough days, the days where you can’t remember any of your lines, can’t hit any of your notes, miss every single one of your cues, Sodapop will be there to help you through it

Those days happen, I see them all the time, but Sodapop, with the gentlest voice you’ve ever heard and the sweetest smile on his face, will offer to help you with everything

Come showtime, Sodapop is sitting in that front row, right in the center of the stage, hearts in his eyes and flowers in his hands, eager for you to perform so he can see you doing your thing <3

PONYBOY CURTIS

Guess what buds, Ponyboy Curtis a stage crew kiddo because I said so and now it’s canon in this universe in which these headcanons exist-

He does lights or something, something where he’s around the cast enough to develop a huge crush on you but still separate enough so that he has to make an effort to see you

But once you start dating, Ponyboy finds himself being dragged into the cast circles and into your friend groups more often, being brought more into the acting group of people

One time, and I swear to you it happened one time, he was working one of the spotlights for a rehearsal and was so in awe of your acting talent that he just…forgot…to spot you during your big monologue…

When he notices that he missed his cue, he apologizes like a million times once he finds you again, and when you realize why he missed the cue, please give him a million more kisses because that’s really cute

After you guys finish your show, Ponyboy takes you out to the diner or something and have a little date with you and congratulate you on your job well done!

DALLAS WINSTON

After talking with my dearest friend, thanks a bunch @a-person-who-didnt-wanna-be-here, I finally figured out what I was gonna say about this boyo, I stared at his section for WAY too long

But anyway! If you’re dating Dallas and you’re doing high school theater, prepare yourself for him either asking a shit ton of questions about what you’re working on or absolutely not caring about anything at all

For sure, he’ll show up at your shows and give you a rinky-dink little bouquet of flowers and congratulate you on a job well done and have absolutely no clue about what show you just performed

Dallas will literally get up in the middle of the show and leave because he’s bored when you’re not on the stage and he’ll just hang out outside and smoke until he’s bored of being outside and wants to go back in

If you find yourself in the unfortunate situation where you have to kiss one of your fellow actors for a scene, you don’t have any good options regarding Dallas

Either you tell him before and have to deal with him complaining and threatening your fellow actor or you don’t tell him and run the risk of him finding out <3 good luck!

JOHNNY CADE

Supportive! Boyfriend! To! The! Max! Johnny is absolutely wonderful with a theater kid partner and I just know it all the way done to the marrow in my bones

He would help you run lines, hanging out at your house until the late hours of the night until you’ve got all your lines down and just help you remember them because he just likes you so much

Johnny doesn’t want to be in the plays/musicals and he doesn’t want to be involved with the stage crew either, but he hangs around rehearsals when he can because it beats going home and he likes being able to walk you back to your house when it gets late and stuff

The rest of the cast loves him though, he’s a sweetheart and a little cutie and ya know, he just, he never does anything wrong. He’s a little baby boy and I love him-

He comes to all your shows! You can always find him sitting in the audience cheering for you at curtain calls and waving when he catches your attention

Johnnykid tries to get the rest of the boys to come with him too, mostly Ponyboy, because he wants to show off how talented you are and all that good jazz!

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit is not in any of the shows. He’s never on a cast list, never in the crew, he doesn’t help with anything at all. But he’s always at rehearsals-

Why is he wasting his time at rehearsals you may ask? Why is he spending afternoons in that old theater, sitting in the uncomfortable seats and watching people practice a show he’s not even in? Oh, it’s because of you, of course!

He doesn’t do much, especially not when he’s got you sitting next to him, and a majority of his time is spent sitting with you and running his mouth about the other cast members and stuff

A large chunk of what he says are compliments on your acting and mumbled remarks into your ear about how you’re better than whoever is on stage or how the two of you could be off somewhere else, doing something else…

But everyone else thinks he’s kinda funny and he doesn’t cause too many problems when he’s around cause you keep him on enough of a leash that anything he does can be considered more funny than problematic

When opening weekend rolls around, he tells everyone he knows to come see you perform, hyping you up consistently and making sure when you come out for bows, you’ve got an audience full of people waiting there to cheer you on!

STEVE RANDLE

I feel like I boil Steve’s character down to a cheerleader boyfriend way too often but like- that’s just the way he is- I don’t know what else you want me to say-

But anyways, just imagine for a moment, sitting in the garage of the DX while Steve’s covered in grease, working underneath a car, while you sit pretty by the toolboxes and run lines with him

He offers to pick you up from rehearsals and drive you home for multiple reasons because a) he likes taking care of you, b) he likes hearing about your rehearsal, and c) he’d never miss an opportunity to drive you around

He drags Sodapop along to your shows because he feels weird going by himself but still really wants to show up out of the blue and surprise you by sitting in the audience with flowers

Triple bonus boyfriend points, he takes you out for dinner after your final show to congratulate you on a job well done and treat you to something while simultaneously showing you off!

While you’re rehearsing and stuff, he calls you his superstar because he’s goofy like that and will state how you’re the next rising star and compare you to all these famous actors/actresses and ask you not to forget about him once you make it to Broadway

TIM SHEPARD

Tim popped by your rehearsal one time because…I don’t even know why, probably cause you forgot your script at his house or something and everyone absolutely lost it cause Big Bad Tim Shepard is at a theater rehearsal

He doesn’t really talk to anyone but you, handing over that script and offering to pick you up after you’re done and take you out to dinner or something <3

Tim’s a pain in the ass to work on lines with, but he’ll help you out if you really need a hand with memorizing them-

I’m getting this visual of you sitting in the Shepard kitchen late at night, deep in thought at the kitchen table while Tim sits on the opposite side and reads from your script, feeding you lines when you need a little hint

He drops you off at the theater on opening day, way earlier than the actual showtime because call times are a thing and they absolutely suck, but he sends you off on your way with a good luck kiss

Tim doesn’t sit in the front row, doesn’t sit with your family, doesn’t bring anyone else along with him, but he’s there at your shows and always gives you a little wave when you bow, winking at you when he manages to catch your eye

CURLY SHEPARD

Imma just be real with you, there’s a really high chance that Curly might be thrown in reform during your show run, he’s a delinquent and ya know, he has a rough time staying out of the pen sometimes

In that case ^^ he sends Tim in his stead so that Tim can tell him all about how you did so that Curly can shower you with praise once he gets out

If he’s not in the pen! Yay! He comes to all of your shows and never buys a ticket, sneaking in every time because no one’s gonna stop him from seeing you perform during your big moments

He hangs out during rehearsals, causing a ruckus when he can and loping off with a smug smirk when he gets kicked out, after blowing you a kiss of course

Curly’s not gonna bring you flowers but it’s not because he doesn’t care it’s just cause he doesn’t have the money or the memory to get you flowers so he just gives you a bunch of kisses instead!

Random to finish, but don’t ever try and get Curly to run your lines with you because he’ll end up turning it into some sort of, remember-a-line-and-you-get-a-kiss game and then y’all will just end up making out instead of working on memorizing lines sooooo……yeah

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irondadfics · 2 months

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So, I want some fics where Peter hides his identity from Tony and the Avengers, especially with identity shenanigans. I need something to read all night, after all. This includes fics where he's an intern. Longer fics would be appreciated! Only on ao3 please, my Kindle Paperwhite can't go on FF.net due to Cloudflare.

Fics that I already know about (so don't recommend them):

Hidden Truths by lostintheclouds321

Coffee, Interns, and Other Mysteries by sabertoothhousecat

Intern Spider by Emily_F6

Rise from the Ashes; Just to See You Again by Milstrim

Throwing Caution to the Wind by violetsunflowers (violet_sunflowers)

Just a friendly neighborhood spider by sarcasmismyweapon

Cluless is My Middle Name by pandaluna

Chasing a Spider by pandaluna

Adopting Identities by Thisisentertaining

Finding Home by Pink_Sunsets

Evasion by gammathetaalpha

Martian Child by Phiod_Muse

here’s some recommendations

Missing Links by spagbol99

The Rogues are back; Tony Stark couldn't even be mad about it - it was his idea after all. He's an Avenger and that means protecting the Earth at any cost - even if he has to deal with a certain star-spangled man and his sullen sidekick. After all, he's been through worse in his life; the loss of his wife and the disappearance of his son 12 years ago. Compared to that, this would be a walk in the park. Bucky Barnes is back on US soil as a free man. But freedom is more than just physical. On top of that, Steve is desperate for him to be the man he was before. The only problem is; that man is long dead. Peter Parker has been through the mill but he knows he just had to adapt, roll with the (many) punches and keep going. Spider-man is his safe place now, the one time he could truly feel like himself. Like he is making a difference. He'd make sure no one would suffer like he has, even if he has to track down the perpetrator himself.

Thunder and Attrition by magniloquentChanteuse

Peter Parker had been Spider-Man for five months and things were looking up. The beautiful and intelligent Gwen Stacy was showing interest in him. He found budding friendships with the Avengers. His reputation was growing in New York City. Spider-Man seemed to be at the top of his game and Peter Parker was finally regaining his footing after the death of his Uncle Ben. But as Gwen lamented his lack of attentiveness, the Avengers sniffed around Spider-Man's secret identity, and a mysterious man with a strange power and a terrifying plot emerged, Peter realized that he still had a lot to learn about leading this life he'd chosen. And with tragedy poised over his head, ready to fall, Peter was going to need to learn fast.

The Third Option by Uncertainty_Principle

Homecoming AU. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway. So he leaves. Simple. Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

#fic rec list #fic rec #secret identity #the avengers

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flowerfan2 · 1 year

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Eddie is different, afterwards. Dustin doesn’t understand why no one is doing anything about it. It’s like the spark has gone out of him, except with Eddie it wasn’t just a spark, it was fireworks, and now he’s like the old flashlight Dustin once found at the back of his closet that barely flickered.

When Eddie doesn’t even want to play D&D, Dustin tries talking about it with Will. He tells him he doesn’t know why Eddie can’t just snap out of it, and Will glares at him like he suggested raising another baby demodog. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have made light of being trapped in the Upside Down with the only other guy he knows who went through the same thing.

Dustin knows Eddie’s gone through some shit, he does. But the truth is he misses him, misses his confident swagger, his disdain for people who are afraid to wave their freak flag high. He misses his big smile, and his crazy faces. He misses the way Eddie took care of his little lost sheep.

The government gave Eddie and Wayne a new trailer, but Dustin hasn’t seen it yet. Max spends as much time as she can with El or hanging out at the Wheeler’s, saying the trailer park still feels haunted to her. Dustin wonders what it’s like for Eddie, still being there every day, in the place he saw Chrissy die.

Dustin goes to summer camp again, and for a while he’s able to put it all out of his mind. Suzie is there, and being with her is awesome. For four weeks he tries to pretend that the insanity and terror of living in Hawkins is no big deal. But then he comes back home.

After a few days of riding around town on his bike and hanging out with the party, Dustin decides to organize a trip to the arcade. He tries to call Steve for a ride, but there’s no answer at his house, and when he goes to get the walkie Mike stops him, saying he thinks he’s busy. Dustin protests for a while, but finally gives up when El tells him that the Byers are having a barbeque that weekend and he’ll see Steve then.

Saturday dawns hot and bright, and Dustin puts on his favorite camp shirt and heads over to the Byers’ new house early. Joyce gives him a warm hug, like always, and he goofs around with Will until Jonathan forces them to help set up chairs in the backyard. People start arriving around lunchtime, but it isn’t until he’s eaten two ketchup-drenched hot dogs and an overcooked burger that he sees Steve arrive, Eddie trailing close behind him.

He wants to run over and give Eddie a giant hug, better even than the one Dustin got from Joyce, but Robin suddenly appears next to him and puts a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Let him ease into it,” she says softly. Dustin doesn’t know why Eddie would need to ease into hanging out with his friends, but something in Robin’s tone tells him not to argue.

Eventually Dustin decides enough is enough. He finds Eddie in the house, sitting next to Steve on the couch, talking softly with Hopper who is leaning against an armchair. They all swivel their heads towards him when he pokes his head in, and Hopper nods and leaves the room, grunting some kind of greeting at Dustin as he goes by.

“Hey, what’s up?” Steve says, and Dustin stumbles over both his feet and his words as he throws himself at the two of them. Steve catches him and holds him tight, and he feels Eddie wrap an arm around him too.

“I want everyone to be okay,” Dustin mumbles, feeling like an idiot but not able to really say anything else.

“We’re okay, dude, don’t worry,” Steve says. “I mean, Hopper’s grill skills could use some work, but generally speaking that’s not a big deal.”

“Really? That’s what you’re going with? You know that’s not what I mean.” Dustin pushes out of their hold and sits on the coffee table. He looks at Eddie, and then Steve, who exchange a weird glance, and then Eddie leans forward.

“I’m sorry, bud. It really wasn’t my year, I guess. But-” Eddie’s eyes flash over to Steve, who gives him a wry grin and knocks their knees together. “Things are looking up. I’m okay. Really.”

Dustin realizes that Eddie does seem better. He’s completely lost that gray haze. Even his hair looks better, bouncier, like Steve has been sharing his secrets. “Do you swear?” he asks, his throat tight.

Eddie laughs, and it makes something glad and joyful bubble up in Dustin’s chest. Steve looks happy about it too, and he grabs Eddie around his shoulders and pulls him close to his side, making Eddie laugh some more and then rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah, I swear.”

Dustin hears Nancy announcing something about ice pops, and he decides he better get out there before all the good flavors are taken. “All right. Fine. See you around?”

“For sure,” Eddie says, and it’s a little softer and quieter than maybe Eddie was before, but Dustin still feels that warmth inside him. Because the spark is back in Eddie’s eyes. It’s not quite fireworks yet, but it’s there, and it’s awesome.

#Stranger Things #Steddie #Steddie fic #Dustin Henderson #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fic #Steddie ficlet

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dickarchivist · 9 months

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Don't Stop on my Account

Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new/budding relationship

MINORS BEGONE 🔞

Warnings: n s f w 18+, self pleasure, fantasizing, watching, unprotected PiV sex, overstim, yearning, touch of angst, and smut, so much smut

Summary: missing your new sweetheart's touch, you decide to go solo, only to discover you're not as alone as you thought you were 👀

Little over 1800 words

Author's notes: I haven't written in a long time so sorry if this is rough! Wolffe is my fav clone so this is incredibly self indulgent yeehaw. Also use protection!

You'd been warned so many times. "Stay away from the republic clones, they're hot but there's no guarantees with them." Your friends know you well, you have the habit of falling for people a little too hard, a little too fast. And they were right, of course, you'd met plenty of clones that never came back. Even so, knowing all this: When Wolffe was around, all of your logic seemed to be thrown away.

You'd spent every night for a few weeks with him. As soon as he was allowed away from his post, and you with work, you'd find each other. In the morning he'd wake you before he left your flat with a soft kiss, just enough that you'd be able to fall back asleep once he was gone. Wolffe would make sure you knew he had a good time, and he was excited to see you again. The cycle repeated until one day, it didn't.

Wolffe doesn't wake you with a kiss that day, he tries to sneak out, but catches his boot on last night's clothes, and his stifled, "Kriff!" wakes you instead. He blushes when you look at him with a pout, hair tossed and body bare to him. "So you're leaving today, hm?"

"I uh... I am," Wolffe straightens up, putting on the cold stare he gave to others. You'd never seen it aimed at you before, and it makes you feel small. "I got my orders last night, headed--"

But that smallness only lives until "last night" tumbles from his lips. You sit up a little with betrayal clear on your face, angry now, "You got them last night and you didn't think to tell me?" You don't know why that hurts so much, but it does. It hurts more than you thought it ever would.

But he looks hurt too, his eyes heavy with guilt now as he glares at the floor, "I didn't know how, okay? This- this thing, it's new to me, kriff, you have me thinking I could--" He stops, and you wait for him to continue, but he just shakes his head and lets the thought die, "I'll be back soon."

"How soon?"

"Sooner than you think... but not as soon as we'd hope."

You want to be mad, stars you want to tell him to fuck off... But you find yourself instead getting out of bed and moving to kiss him. Wolffe doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss you back, collecting you in his arms and holding you close. His armor feels cold against your bare skin and he chuckles when you pull away.

He admires your goosebumps, that cocky smirk on his face as he touches your body. His glove hand runs over your breast, circling your nipple, and you moan softly at his touch. Before you can even think, the words come out, "Please stay..."

The sadness returns to his eyes instantly, "I can't..." you stand in silence, before he takes your hand and squeezes it, then presses it to his lips, "Tell me to come back safe instead, Mesh'la..."

"No..." you set yourself against his chest, one hand were his heart would be as the other hugs around his waist, "I don't want you to leave at all. Stay with me."

Wolffe tilts your head to look at him. His voice is stern, but there's a plea in his eyes, a need to hear you say it, "Tell me to come back safe."

You get on your toes and place one more kiss to his lips, whispering against him, "Come home to me, Wolffe. Come home safe..."

"I will." He kisses you once more before he leaves you standing there alone.

You miss him. You miss him for a long time.

When you get back into bed, your mind goes back to the night before he left. You wish the sheets still smelled like him, and all you want is his touch, his warmth. The feeling of his hands on your body as he handles you, his lips on your skin, his teeth marking your neck, and his length deep within your walls.

"Wolffe..." you whimper, shutting your eyes. Your nipples are the last place you felt his bare handed touch, so you decide to start there, and you whimper again, "Wolffe..." as you feel yourself up.

When you start to rub your legs together, you lay yourself on your back and run one hand down your stomach. The memory of Wolffe's hand running the same course sending chills over you. You open your legs for yourself- no, for him. Always for him, you think to yourself, picturing Wolffe between your legs again.

You bite your bottom lip and moan as you slide your fingers between your folds. "F-fuck-- Wolffe~ oh~" He'd chuckle if he were there, you think, telling you how pretty your folds looks all wet for him, "O-only for you". Your fingers spread your slick from your entrance up to your clit, and you moan again, mimicking his tongue with your fingers.

"Wolffe, oh~" you feel yourself throb as you start rubbing circles into yourself. You have to use three fingers to match the size of his two, and you moan louder, "Fuck me, please, oh, ah..."

You let go of your nipple and bring your other hand down, teasing your entrance as you rub your clit. You can hear Wolffe in your head saying how needy you are, telling you to ask for what you want, and maybe he'll give it to you.

"I-I want you, I want you, please oh-" you slip two fingers inside your slick walls and clench around them, gasping, "Wolffe!!"

It's then that you hear a low chuckle, "You want me, hm?" and your eyes open. You're not sure how you willed him back. Your hands slow a bit, and Wolffe chuckles again, starting to remove his clothes, "Don't stop on my account Mesh'la. Go on, touch yourself. I want to see you."

Renewed blush burns your cheeks and shoulders as you watch him strip down to nothing but his small clothes. The bulge in his shorts makes you ache, but all he does is set his hands on your knees and spread you open a little more, "Keep going, I want to see how this plays out."

Wolffe watches your hands with hungry eyes as you do what your told. He kisses your inner thighs as your hand rubs faster against your clit, fingers curling inside your walls with a sweet wet smack. "Wolffe... I'm- I'm close, please..."

"Cum then," Wolffe bites your soft skin and you moan for him, clenching around your fingers, "When you cum, I'll give you what you want."

"I want you..." you pant, moving faster as you feel your climax building, "I want you, Wolffe, I want you, I--" he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.

Your hands move faster in your walls and on your clit, and as you spasm under your own touch, back arching off your bed, you scream his name, "Wolffe!! Oh!"

Before you can come down from your own pleasure, with your head still spinning, Wolffe begins to move. He takes your hands from yourself and places your slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your slick. When he's done with your hands, he puts them over your head, with a cocky chuckle, "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," You're so dizzy, but you open yourself to him and put your legs over his waist, "I want you Wolffe, please... please..."

"What do you want Mesh'la?" You can tell he's teasing you. He likes it when you get crude with him about your desires. Walking in on you masturbaiting to a fantasy of him must have done wonders for his ego, and it's showing. He rolls his hips forward, barely grazing your folds with his bulge, but it's enough to make you squirm and moan. "I'll ask again," he rolls his hips once more, "What do you want?"

Your heart pounds, and you lean your head to the side, "Fuck me!"

Your hips come up, trying to gain any friction, and you whine, turning to look at him again, "Fuck me Wolffe, I need you. Please!"

"Since you asked so nicely~" Wolffe leans back from between your legs and removes his shorts finally, freeing his length with a sigh of relief.

You expected him to climb back into the bed, but he pulls you forward by your spread legs, bringing you to the edge of the bed. You hook your legs around his waist again as he slides his length through your folds. Wolffe stimulates your clit with the head of his length, then slides it down to your entrance. He teases you a little, "Already prepped for me, hm? It's like you knew I'd want to be deep in you when I got back."

You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes is a drawn out moan as Wolffe's length fills you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The clone gives his own grunt of content as he presses a hand onto your belly and fills you completely, "You feel so good, so wet for me."

"O-only for you..." you pant, hands gripping the sheets above you.

Wolffe smirks at you as he slowly drags his hips back, only to snap them forward quick and rough. A surprised, "Ah!" Comes from you, and your back arches. He does it again, and again, building speed until you're bouncing on his cock. He holds your waist and fucks into you hard, the sweet wet slaps of skin on skin filling your bedroom. The sounds mingle in the air with grunts and moans, names whispered and then yelled soon after.

You feel another climax starting to threaten, and you look up into Wolffe's eyes, seeing the same building pressure on his face. His hand goes to your clit and you scream his name in ecstasy as he fucks into you wildly, hips surging forward in sporadic hard thrusts. Wolffe grits his teeth as he spends himself deep within your walls, collapsing forward onto your shaking body as you both bask in the after glow.

Your arms tremble as you hug around his chest, moaning as he lazily rolls his hips with aftershocks. As Wolffe kisses your neck, you bury your face in his shoulder, placing your own soft kisses to his hot skin, "Welcome home, Wolffe..."

#commander wolffe #fanfic #sw fic #smut #sorry for you know *gestures at fic*#wolffe x reader #wolffe x you #tcw smut

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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year

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‘falsify’

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1400 words

Warnings: swearing, smoking cigarettes, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal penetrative unprotected sex, cum eating, bodily fluids as lube, manipulation, finger sucking, fingerfucking. if i missed anything major pls lmk!

Outline: A little white lie never really hurt nobody. Plus you could only benefit from it.

Author’s Note: based on this request (a thousand months later but it's here!) & this poll, mind the warnings and proceed!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics || banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist

Marc is kneeling down on the floor, his one arm wrapped around your leg, his leather boots dirtying up your wooden floor. You roll your eyes and breathe a sigh of frustration. This was not your scene. Picking up men from the floor and comforting them is not your forte. You were a woman of little words and big actions.

"You don't mean it..." He pleads, his strained eyes meeting up your strict gaze.

"I've meant worse." You shrug and take a drug of your rolled cigarette. You almost feel matriarchal looking down on him, so you decide to be a little nice, you offer him the cigarette.

"C'mon, pretty boy, get up."

He does as you say, taking the cigarette and allowing it to hang loosely off his lips as he is silently heading to your couch. Remorseful, happier even, there's no joy to his walk but you know his heart is skipping a beat. That's the kind of slut he is. Yesterday you were bent over on that couch getting drilled in it like there was no tomorrow.

As for today? That's gonna be the same scene as well, but it'll most likely be the last time.

It's taunting watching him like that. Smoking, with his hair all messed up, his eyes were red from crying and his eyebags hanging off your most depraved dreams. His jeans are dirty because he could never pick a washing machine out of a crowd and the laces of his boots are loose, there is a small peak of his happy trail as he throws his back on the couch, opening his legs. You've seen his cock before you know how big it is, and you know he needs more room than that.

You're thinking to yourself how he's probably not wearing any underwear, how his jacket on the floor smells just like you, and how his fingers come in so close contact with his lips. Dried and washed up. Just like the rest of him.

You really meant to break up with him, being with him get you nowhere but well fucked.

But you need to break his confidence so he could maybe leave you alone.

Just not tonight.

He is taking the last drag of the cigarette and leaving it on the ashtray. He looks delicious. Ready for taking.

"I love you." You murmur and look straight into the center of his eyes. You know that would get the most reaction from him, you know he'd fuck you so well to prove himself to you, to impress you because you love him, because you're a force together, because -whatever romantic bullshit he wants to tell himself.

Oh, you were selfish. But who could blame you?

The speed with which he gets up from the couch the moment he hears your words and pushes you against the wall marks the decision on your mind as great. You will ghost him tomorrow and he'll never ever find you.

He crushes his lips onto yours, teeth crushing against teeth, noses battling each other, his hand gripping your head forcefully, his hand straight on your pants. He wants you, desperately, carnally, forever. He bites down your neck, sucking your skin, his finger getting inside his favorite body part of yours. He pushes the finger inside, thankful for your love of dresses and cotton panties. Easy access, constant fillings.

Your hands are on his hair, always on his hair, loosening them up, getting lost inside those curls and his lips continue, kissing, sucking down your collarbone, down your breasts. Once on your nipples, he goes on full beast mode, pushing your dress down with his nose and sucking on the buds looking for his favorite brand of honey.

You are using him, using his affection on you, his addiction on you for a good time, for a wonderful boost of serotonin.

But who could blame you when he kneels like that holding on to your thighs and looking up at you with the look of the most obedient child, before he buries his head so far deep inside your pussy, your leg on his shoulder, your hands still on his hair that it makes it all worth it.

Your own personal fucktoy and he didn't even know it.

He sucks on your clit so deeply, two fingers already inside your vagina, and he's moaning at the feeling of your cunt, loving the way she just invites him in like the best lover she ever knew. As if he is her commander.

And the way he loves it when he makes you cum twice always right before he fucks you, just by getting in such close contact with your clit that she ends up dormant makes your plan succeed.

He thinks you love him still. He thinks your feelings were fused by your earlier fight, he truly thinks you'd stay.

He pushes his jeans on the floor and of course, there is no underwear to speak of. His cock, hard, leaking, standing stiff against his stomach and you gulp at the sight. And he chuckles. That cocky chuckle of his.

"Think she can fit all of me in, huh? Don't worry darlin', I'll make sure she does."

And he pushes his cockhead inside, always teasingly, always pausing to look at your face, his hand on your chin lifting it up to make sure he's getting that first breath of hot air on his face. Watching your mouth open and your eyes roll. He loved the effect he had on you, he always thought he was in control.

And he pushes more, shoving two fingers inside your mouth as you willingly take them in, sucking them in, as his eyes dark as the night stays on yours. He sees right inside them and he learns nothing, absolutely nothing.

He thrusts. And it's desperate, punishing, dominating, and romantic at the same time. He sees you as a doll, his doll, you see him as your own personal brand of fucktoy. His lips are hanging open as he's making noises himself, whimpers of the "your pussy is a too wet cause of me" type. He loves to hear that sound of his cock swimming inside your juices.

Marc continues for a while, until he pushes his fingers out of his mouth, moving his hand behind your head and crushing his forehead on yours, the other hand on your waist and then he starts. The main show.

He pistols his hips in such a fast and brutal way, slapping sounds filling the narrow room, your moans echoing, as he licks his lips together and fastens the pace, over and over again until he feels like a drilling machine inside you. That man could last, he could last all fucking night, just to give you the most full cumshot you'd ever seen.

So you don't beg him, you don't ask him for it, you know he's gonna do it when he pleases, he's gonna empty his load when he feels you had enough, not mattering if you came on his cock five or seven times, he'd continue until he felt like the time was accurate for you.

Oh but when he did it was so beautiful, he'd slow down a little, losing control of his hips as he went and then he'd stare at your mouth and lick your lips, and then he'd begin to unload, and look down as he'd slowly start pulling his cock away with his right hand, his left on your head pushing you to look down at the way he filled you up.

And he'd chuckle "Can't fucking put it all in, huh? dumb little pussy."

He'd scoff and scoop up the spare with his hand and force you to lick it, his cock getting harder the more desperately you'd eat it.

Until he'd do it all all over again.

On the couch,

on the floor,

on the broken bed,

on the bathroom sink,

in the shower,

on the kitchen table,

against the door,

in the elevator.

And you'd never blame yourself for getting on that plane never to be found again that following morning.

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#selenewrites #marc spector x you #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector one shot #moonknight x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x y/n #marc spector fic #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac smut #moon knight

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slafkovskys · 7 months

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when jack got hurt angel was w quinn in Vancouver and she was so scared that she only calmed down fully when jack called her back.

quinn knows that angel needs jack, and that jack needs angel right now so even though it’s his time he gets a ticket for her to jack & luke.

warning(s): mentions of injury/concussions

quinn isn’t watching when it happens. he’s in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the two of them when he hears a sharp gasp and a loud thud. the muffled noise on the television goes quiet too which causes him to pull the boiling pasta from the burner and quickly move to check on her. he finds her on the couch exactly where he had left her moments before, this time leaning forward with her hand covering her mouth, muttering, “get the fuck up, jack,” over and over again.

he looks at the tv screen then, his heart falling into his stomach when he sees his brother curled up against the boards. he swallows, “what happened?”

“he- he fell and then he slid,” she stumbles over her words, “why isn’t he getting up, quinn?”

at that moment, they rewind and quinn watches the entire thing for himself. he tries his best not to wince because he knows that wouldn’t help the girl who hadn’t torn her eyes away from the screen. he walks around the couch, picking up the textbook that had fallen to the floor and taking the pen from her hand to use it as a place marker before taking up the space beside her, “he probably needs a second, angel. just- look, he’s moving.”

jack gets himself up on his knees and quinn can see the linesman hovering over him as he stays curled up. she lets out a shaky breath beside him, “quinny-”

“he’s going to be okay, angel,” he doesn’t really know if he says that more for her benefit or his own. it takes a few moments, tense ones to say the least, but the next time they see jack he’s hanging his head on the bench. she leans her weight into quinn’s side when he wraps an arm over her shoulders, fisting his t-shirt in her hand, “he’ll probably sit out for a couple of shifts, but he’s good. he’s strong, you know that.”

and he does.

he’s on the ice again briefly before the game cuts to a commercial and the announcement that he was leaving the game due to injury comes through. she goes rigid beside him, immediately reaching for her phone, “he’s not answering-”

“he just went down the tunnel, babe. they’ll want to do some checks, probably concussion protocol just to be safe. it will be a little bit before he has his phone. you know that you’re going to be his first call,” he reassured the girl, “please don’t cry.”

“he’s hurt, quinny, and i can’t help him. i just wanna know that he’s okay,” she whimpers as she allows him to pull her on top of his body. she curls into his chest easily, “he’s gonna be okay, right?”

“of course he is,” quinn rubs at her back, reaching for the remote with his free hand to knock the volume down a little bit, “do you want to turn it off?”

“want to hear if lu does anything.”

and he obliges. he doesn’t miss the way that she tenses whenever they bring up jack or the way her eyes go wide when someone gets a little too close to luke, but the 90 minutes are spent in damn near silence between the two. she’s taken to drawing shapes on his chest when her phone rings and she’s leaping towards it, sending quinn an apologetic glance for accidentally kicking him on her way over, “jacky, are you okay?”

“i’m okay, angel. upper-body injury, shoulder. probably going to be sitting out for a few games,” he sighs, “quinn there?”

“‘m here, bud. no concussion?”

“nope, arm took the most of it,” his voice is scratchy.

“i’m sorry,” she says and jack chuckles.

“what are you sorry for?”

“that i can’t be there with you,” she frowns.

“vancouver’s more fun than st. louis. didn’t you get quinner out to that christmas market earlier?” jack questions and she hums, “see? haven’t seen anything like that here yet. besides, i’m a big boy. just a little bruised up is all.”

“are they sending you back to jersey?” quinn asks, reaching for angel’s laptop that had been abandoned at the end of the l-shaped sofa. his fingers dance across the keys as jack hums,

“in the morning. want me to rest tonight,” he cuts himself off with a yawn, “what are you doing, angel?”

“worrying about you,” she admits, pulling at a loose thread on the blanket beside her.

jack scoffs, “you don’t need to worry about me. i’m strong, i’ll be fine.”

“jack-”

“she’ll be there tomorrow night. sunday morning, really is the earliest flight,” quinn mumbles the last part to himself as his eyes scan over the flights, “is there really a difference between jfk and newark?”

“uh- she likes newark because it’s not as crowded and if she’ll be alone, that would probably be best,” jack says and they can both hear the confusion in his tone. “are you-”

“quinn, i’m supposed to be here with you” she sets the phone on her knee and stares at the oldest hughes with an uncertain look. “i can’t go-”

“he’ll need you and i know that you want to be with him right now, yeah?” he watches as she nods her head, “then it’s settled. i can have you on a plane into newark tomorrow night and i’m sure that me and jack can work something out down the line. if you want to go, say the word.”

“i want to go,” she says quickly and he nods, putting in his payment information and booking the ticket. as soon as the computer is out of the way, she launches herself over to him, “thank you, quinny. i love you.”

“i love you too, angel. jack,” he presses a kiss to her temple as he grabs the phone, “can you get a car there for her? she’s gonna get in around three.”

“i- yeah. sunday morning, right? it’ll be there.”

it’s hours later when quinn’s phone lights up. she had just drifted off, cuddled around quinn tighter than she ever had been before after finally hanging up with jack, satisfied that he would be okay through the night. carefully, he reaches for his phone, letting his eyes scan across the message from jack:

thank you.

#hughes bros x angel

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the-matron-of-ravens · 9 months

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Genuinely curious, what are your thoughts on Dancer and FCG cuz like, he Literally, not figuratively, tried to kill her and did kill all of her companions at the time. I can see being critical cuz she doesn't seem to treat them like sentient beings, but even in the canon... most of the automatons aren't. Just some of the really old ones from Aeor/other old cities, right? So? She got a whoops!sentient microwave, treated them like a microwave, they killed all her friends and almost her and she's supposed to....? Be good buds with them? Also I know it's said that she trauma dumped on FCG, but let's switch it from microwave to personal journal - how would YOU feel if your personal journal popped to life and attacked you for trauma dumping? IDK haha I guess Idk you opinions and I'm just responding to my projected assumptions of your opinion. REALLY I'd 100% sincerely would like to hear your thoughts. I was really bothered by FCG pushing to meet with Dancer. Like jeez just leave her alone, you're her literal sleep paralysis demon, read the room.

Hey! Thanks for the ask, I put this a little bit in the tags but I can elaborate more here. (Edit: elaborate A LOT MORE it seems)

So here goes, I don’t know if you meant it this way but the analogy of a journal or microwave is helpful here because that’s exactly how Dancer treated FCG - as a tool to be used. But they *aren’t*. FCG is a whole being with emotions and thoughts all of which are apparent and so clearly distinct from other automatons.

So tbh, I think the perspective of “whoops! Sentient bot” makes sense for like a month, max. Not years. After all, we have seen NPC after NPC recognize FCG is a sentient being almost immediately after meeting him. I find it VERY hard to believe that Dancer never realized it herself.

Additionally, we need to step out of the plot itself and look at FCG’s mechanics. We know that every time he heals, takes damage for someone else, etc. he takes stress points, and that once past a certain threshold his switch flips and he goes full Murderbot.

We also know that rest and recovery are what reduces FCG’s stress points. So that tells us that Dancer was using and using and using FCG and not letting him rest (enough? At all?) even though he needed it. Because again he’s a person not a tool.

Even when they met back up recently and FCG sobered her up she remarked how she missed him doing that for her. And while I don’t expect her to miss him, I do think it’s indicative of her interest in him never being about him as a person but only how he could serve her.

And if we want to criticize FCG for his lack of boundaries, inability to take no for an answer and pathological need to fix Dancer sure that’s fair. He needs to unlearn a lot of that and quick. But we then have to ask ourselves where did those traits come from? They didn’t come from nowhere.

FCG is mentally extremely YOUNG. Aside from the 6?-ish Months spent with Ashton all he remembers is his time with Dancer. So, if FCG has a pathological need to fix others, to help them, and feels worthless if he’s unable to do so - that comes from how Dancer treated and trained him.

That doesn’t just go away; ESPECIALLY not when FCG doesn’t even remember going postal and doesn’t see to have the (IMO) most clear and realistic view of his and Dancer’s relationship.

After all look how he interacts with the Changebringer. She’s his surrogate Mom/Dancer. He needs someone to tell him how to feel, think, and what’s Good and Bad because he doesn’t know how to do it for himself - because he wasn’t *taught* to.

But here’s my real question. What do we call one person keeping another person in service to them, with no compensation or personhood to be had, and with no intentions of releasing that person from that service? That’s slavery my dude. AT BEST indentured servitude.

(but that implies there’s a debt. What debt? Waking him up? He didn’t ask for that; that was her choice.

And again this sounds a lot like children being “indebted” to parents for giving them life, housing, feeding, etc. )

That’s the part I can’t get over. And that’s the part I can’t get behind where FCG is the abusive one. The power differential was NEVER in FCG’s court; he never once thought of himself as a person or as anything but in service of “Soul Touched”. That complete sacrifice of yourself and your needs (or an inability to even know you HAVE needs) comes from being in relationships where those things are expected/demanded.

So, yeah, he literally tried to kill her, and I gotta be real I’m not surprised. Even children of abusive parents who they love snap sometimes. Because again, that’s mentally what he was at the time. A child.

But even then, no I don’t think it’s unreasonable or unrealistic for Dancer to be traumatized or not want to see FCG again. I don’t even think she’s wrong to say “I can’t give you closure” because closure isn’t something other people give you.

But the way she’s been discussed to be largely clueless about his sentience, blameless in his blow up, and FCG’s victim? I just can’t get behind that. Like at all.

#Critical Role #CR Spoilers #FCG #Dancer #TW: slavery mention #of the fantasy variety #tw: parental abuse #I don’t think this is discourse (moreso Meta IMO) but if folks feel differently I’ll add a tag #fresh cut grass

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elyuzts-echo · 6 months

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So uhhh COD tk head cannons cus COD tickles like almost do not exist makes me very sad

COD Tickle Headcanons pt.1

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG SORRIIIIII

The characters mentioned here:

Ghost

Soap

Roach

Price

Gaz

Alejandro

ANYWAYS HCS UNDER THE CUT!!

Ghost

In summary, I declare him as a ler-leaning switch!

He knows about tickles, and he wants nothing to do with it.

Joining 141 helped him gain a slight understanding of friendly and playful affection from his teammates, so if Ghost has any questions about tickles… He'll ask his teammates if he's confident.

I'd say he has a switch sorta thing going on. At some point, he'll be ticklish, and sometimes he'll not.

He probably has a ticklish tummy… Maybe ticklish calves… Hfhhf...

Ghost is probably a blusher, being quiet, but his other teammates can clearly see that he's blushing and MAYBE enjoying it? Hmmm..

He usually gets tickled by Soap, maybe Price or Gaz every once in a while... But obviously, he gets them back, cause karma /j

He's not the one to tease verbally, but mostly physically. To elaborate, he would pause his tickles, waiting for the lee to think it's over, but then he goes BACK into it.

Every once in a while Ghost would chuckle along with the lee, just quietly.

"Pfft, weak. You're ticklish."

"I wonder how the others will be like if they found out about this little weakness."

Soap

Being the little guy I am, I can consider this guy as a lee-leaning switch!

Soap is pretty much an arse about tickles, and would try to tickle anyone he could (at appropriate times obviously)

Being the guy that always tickles Ghost, let's say that 141 had learned a lot about this Scottish guy.

For example, he is VERY ticklish behind his ears and on his nape (back of the neck)...

And MAYBEEE his sides... Hfhfhg he has squishy sides and I just wanna squeeze em

He's the sort of guy to squeal and squirm around right before someone tickles him. Anticipation gets to him badly /pos.

If Ghost were to SIMPLY put his hand down next to Soap's side, Soap's thoughts would go straight to tickles and just blow up inside as he slowly shifts.

But about his little ler side, he's really teasy. Making those damn remarks..

"Aww, let's see that smile a lil' more."

"Can't handle more eh? You can handle a bit mor'a tickling."

Roach (I CANT FIND ANY GIFS OF THIS GUY ONG)

Lee. He's a lee and I'm not fighting anyone about it. Maybe even a BRATTY LEE?? /pos

Ok ok, he has his regulations. He's not the full-on twink lee guy, but he definitely has his times where he would probably crave physical affection every once in a while.

And with that, Ghost could only comfort the man with such.

In my opinion, Roach isn't ticklish in common places... Usually, his weak spots are his forearms, palms, calves, and maybe his ankles. Though he's slightly more ticklish on his ribs or armpits.

If he's in a lee mood, there will only be 2 options and only 2.

Option 1: He'll be confident and ask Ghost privately for some light tickles.

Option 2: He'll be annoying yet respectful as much as he can be. Clinging onto his bud until Ghost realizes.

And when he does get tickled? Ha, it's adorable.

Quiet squeals, and yet he doesn't squirm. Surprisingly, he stays really still.

"You can't find my spots, nuh uh."

"If you're going to attempt for it, I'll tell on you." /j

Price

Haha papa bear. (He's a ler and he ain't afraid.)

NO SERIOUSLY IF HE EVER GETS THE CHANCE TO TICKLE YOU RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!

He knows all your right spots,, oh shit.

However, he's not a bad person, so he'll not exploit it too much. Only in... Necessary situations.

Example? OH! Like when you're sad, or when you miss home... Or when you need a little boost in life! Price is there to help ya with some tickles!

And sometimes, if he's really close to you/willing... He'll let you tickle him for a little bit. (Though run after your part cause he WILL GET YOU! >:D)

Usually a bit ticklish on his armpits and tummy. Just poking those spots could let out a fatherly warm chuckle outta him.

Now the best part, teases.

"C'mon now plum, you can't be sad all day y'know?"

"Let me know when I hit a good one! How about here...? *proceeds to tickle you in your worst spot /pos*"

Gaz

He's a crackhead, little switch.

Gaz loves being tickled as much as he loves tickling others. Though, this guy only tickles the people he's close with. (141, and sometimes family members /p)

VERY PLAYFUL AND TEASY I WILL TELL YOU THAT!

Both Soap and him work together to bring the magic of tickles throughout 141! But obviously, they get their asses tickled after a while since it's fair.

He's the sorta guy to tell you all his tickle spots, then forget about it, and then when you tickle him, he goes insane and demands to know how you found his worst spots!

Pretty ticklish on his calves. And also his ribs and neck,, AND EVEN HIS CHEEKS HHFHF!!

He has the prettiest smile, and Price just wants to see his bud smiling all the time, so tickles it is.

"GAHAHA!! COME ON NOW--! HOW COME YOU KNEHEHW?!"

"I sw- I swear if you tell anyone about my spots I'll get back at ya."

"Aww~ Cat got your tounge?"

Alejandro

Bro is afraid of being a lee. /j (He's actually a lee-leaning switch shh..)

A guy like him?? TICKLISH??? PFFTT..

Ticklish. He's so damn ticklish.

Sides, hips, stomach, armpits, ribs... This guy was molded in ticklish heaven.

But he WILL threaten you (/lh) if you tell anyone about his lil secret. But sometimes he'll let it slide... Or that is what you think.

Sometimes you'll thing he forgot about the incident, but oh no... He comes back alright.

He has a bad start at first, but once he's confident he'll really dig into your weakness as much as you did with his.

Obviously in a friendly way, but he takes it as a serious way to simply frighten his lee cause he apperently finds that funny.

THE GOD OF NIBBLES AND RASPBERRIES OH MY--

"Ah there you go. Not so fun when it's you being tickled, hm?"

"You're laughing too much, you might wake up the others, amigo!"

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IM SO SORRY I GOT TO IT ONLY NOW!! I ONLY SAW IT JUST NOW AND LIKE OMGGG IM SO SORRYYYYY!! :<<

#tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod tickle #cod tickles #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #deaky's lil writings #deaky's inbox has been awaken!

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 1 year

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I want to ask about absolutely every wip on the list, but I'll settle for these.

How to get out of meetings by being kidnapped (😂)

Jason takes over the league for reasons (👀)

Haha okay.

How to get out of meetings by being kidnapped is Star Wars Boba/Din. Boba has enemies, they find out Boba has a significant other, they now have a perfect way to get leverage.

Din is kidnapped. I mean, he didn’t need to be, he could have gotten out of it easily, but he’s avoiding being Mand’alor and they mentioned Boba and now he just kinda wants to see where this goes.

Boba gets the ransom video. Boba thinks Din is an idiot.

The kidnappers find out who Din is. “So, he’s like, an emperor?” Din argues vehemently against that statement. He still doesn’t get himself un-kidnapped yet though because no one can get mad at him for missing meetings if he’s being held hostage.

And then Jason and the league: Ra’s goes crazy(er) and there’s a lot of infighting in the league and Damian was being threatened (again) and now Ra’s is dead. However could that have happened. (Ignore Nyssa over there with the bloody sword)

Jason comes to Nanda Parbat because Talia asked for his help with something. Except now they’re telling him he’s in charge. But why? Can’t Talia or Nyssa do it? Didn’t they WANT to do it? Nyssa decides she’s done her part and is now determined to retire and become a wine aunt. Talia feels Jason’s talents are being wasted being confined to a small section of Gotham, and what better way to encourage your child’s budding career then to nepo-baby them right into top management of a secret assassin League.

Jason is NOT on board with this at first, but two things change his mind. One, there are a couple other people vying for control of the league but they’re doing it wrong and he can’t let that kind of incompetence go. Two, he realizes it would annoy Bruce. He’s in.

#WIPs #star wars #boba fett #din djarin #jason todd #jason al ghul #talia al ghul #nyssa al ghul #league of assassins

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loving-and-dreaming · 1 year

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nonsense s.b oneshot

pairing: Sirius black x reader x reader

a/n loosely based off the song nonsense by Sabrina carpenter <3 I would have highlighted and italicized the lyrics but I didn’t directly use any. But all credit goes to her amazing song because that is literally the basis of this ❤️ huge huge huge thank you to @whoahoney for helping me gain the confidence again and reading it over to make sure I didn’t sound dumb 💛💛💛

-Word count: 2.2K

You and Lily were getting ready for the get together at her boyfriend's place. You were extremely nervous; you know James, but the rest of his friends that will be there, not so much. I mean let's face it, you are not the biggest social butterfly. You love talking and love making friends but sometimes you just want to curl up in bed. But for your friend and her new budding relationship you would go and be your best self.

Arriving at James' house, you were surprised. He was known for throwing his parties back in Hogwarts but there were only two cars in the driveway, now with yours three. There was no booming music. No bright strobing lights. Looking at Lily you grab her hand and let her drag you in. As soon as you step in your first thought is to go hide in a corner with Lily, but that is not the point of this. The point was for her to spend some time with her new boyfriend in a low stakes environment. You push Lily, “Go girl! I will be fine. Go find lover boy and tell him I said hi!”

“Okay you know where the kitchen is, if you need anything just shout. I promise we can leave if you ever feel uncomfortable.” She gives you a look of concern. Maybe you were not hiding your nerves as well as you thought. Giving her a thumbs up and one more push, she goes to find James.

You head to the kitchen to get a drink. To get to the kitchen you need to pass through this hallway, which in your opinion is too long. You don’t normally drink, but tonight might be a cause to break out of that habit. Now you were not sad, but just in your head. Thinking about the phone calls you have to make at work, what you are going to make for lunch tomorrow, when you are going to call your mom, what should you get for Lily's birthday, how surprised you are at the nice decorations in a house full of guys. All these thoughts made you too distracted and miss the person heading in your direction. Only noticing the other person in the hallway when you are wearing a disgusting smelling drink(and now you remember why you don’t drink) and had his strong tattooed arms around your waist.

“Oh my-” you look up and see his beautiful smile before anything else. Embarrassingly so your voice gets higher, “—gosh, I am so sorry! I wasted your drink! What was it? I’ll get you a new one, although it smells gross. Wait I didn’t mean to say that, well I did but to each their own, if you like it that’s all that matters and I will get you a new one!” it took you a moment to realize you were rambling like a mad man, you look anywhere but the beautiful man in front of you.

“Don’t worry about it, Love. Lets get you a new shirt, this one is a little wet and now smells like my beer and like you pointed out it smells gross,” the stranger tells you in a voice filled with laughter. He moves his arms from around your waist and puts one on your back to lead you to a room. “I don't think we have met, Im Sirius, but those hooligans call me Padfoot or Pads. you can call me king though… perhaps you’ll be my queen?” Faltering in your steps you stop and look at him. Had he really just said that? He was probably just a natural flirt, nothing personal. So you simply giggle and roll your eyes.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, I think they are my favorite part of you.”

Okay that's it, you know he must be messing with you. It's probably James' bright idea to get one of his friends to mess with you, since you are the only friend in Lilys group that is single. You don’t know how many times you have reassured them that even though the break up was nasty, it was a year ago and you are over it. Turning to him, “Hi Sirius-”

“I thought I told you to call me king, my queen?”

“As I was saying, sirius, i'm not sure if james put you up to this or maybe lily, but i promise i'm okay being single. I hereby relieve you of your babysitting duty. Just point me in the direction of the bathroom and I will be fine.”

“Babysitting? What are you talking about? Anyways I am not going to let you stay in that beer soaked shirt, so here is my room, I will get you a clean shirt. Just one moment.”

He brings you out a shirt that looks worse for wear. It must be one of his favorite shirts, you can’t help the little blush and skip in your heart that he chose to give you a favorite shirt of his. “I insist you use my room, I mean I’d love to get you naked in my room, but in reality my bathroom is not the cleanest…” he opens the door for you and gives you space to walk in. You look back at him and smile while closing the door. Now you are not a creeper, but like anyone you are naturally curious. So while slowly taking off your beer soaked shirt you look around. The first thing that you notice is for someone that has apparently a messy bathroom. His room is extremely clean. The bed is completely made up, you’re just as clean and even your bed doesn’t look like that. The desk is free of clutter, and there are no clothes on the floor. To say you were shocked, would be an understatement. The next thing you notice is the bookshelves lining the walls from the few moments that you talk to him or more like he flirted with you. He did not strike you as someone that would be this well read. The last thing you notice, and this one stands out, is the fact that he has a candle burning in his room. The candle smells just like you thought he would, a hint of leather and musk. Cynthia reminds you of the words while also something fresh that makes you want to bury your face in the smell. Realizing you spent a good ten minutes just staring at his room you quickly change and without thinking about it so your shirt on his bed. With a red face, you quietly open the door, ready to endure the teasing of spending a good 10 minutes just to get changed yet When you open the door you find him gone. Although you told him to leave your heart does drop a little bit. But you quickly shake off that feeling you don't need James or Lily trying to make you feel better by asking James’ hot friend to keep you company.

You know the break up was a year ago, and honestly you are NOT still hung up on him. But they swear you are and that you need to find someone new. You’ve told her countless times that you’re just not ready for a relationship right now. And maybe Lily does know your taste, and picked the right guy but still absolutely not.

You walk back to the living room, still on the original mission to find a drink and run into jame and lily making heart eyes at each other in the hallway. Normally you would leave them be, but with sirius fresh on the brain you had to say something.

“Lily, james. I know you just want what is best for me. But I promise I am not hung up on Tyler. I just dont need to have someone in my life right now. So please tell Sirius he no longer needs to babysit me.”

James lets out a snort and lily looks at you with wide eyes. “Y/N hunny, what on earth are you talking about. We never asked Sirius to babysit you, we didn't even tell him about you because he tends to be a lot, which it seems like you are now witnessing.”

You're speechless. “So you're telling me I kinda told him off for no reason??? fan-freaking-tastic. Please excuse me while I go die on the couch with my drink I still have not gotten.” stomping over to the couch you make yourself at home. After you make yourself comfortable on the couch, you realize you still have not gotten your drink. Which may be better because who needs to be drinking when you’re sulking.

Once again lost in your head, you don't see or hear anything until someone sits down next to you and puts a glass full of water in your face. Looking up you see Sirius and are feeling the butterflies doing cartwheels in your stomach. Mouth opening and closing you cannot find the right words to say. All that is in your brain is nonsense, so logically that is what you say, “you… have me thinking nonsense.” not realizing you said that out loud until you hear James snort from the other couch and Sirius’ little laugh. Looking at Lily you mouth “did i really say that out loud?” The look on her face gives you the answer.

“Here, Love. I heard through the grapevine you never got your drink so I came bearing gifts. I was also told that you don’t drink alcohol, so I made sure to get you something that you would drink" Sirius looks at you smirking, “if it makes you feel better when looking at you I lose my chill.”

Giggling and once again rolling your eyes you say “yes Sirius thank you, i feel so much better because of that. Thank you for the drink. I really do appreciate it”

“Wait, I got an even better one! When you get close to me my tongue goes numb, sounds like bleh blah blee!” James once again snorts(you make a mental note to call him pig later), and Remus, Peter(who you just put names to face) and Lily all roll their eyes. This does however make you let out a real laugh, not those cute little giggles us girls do, no this was a whole laugh form your stomach. And hearing it made Sirius want to hear it everyday from now on, he made sure to tell you this too. “ Tell me the word Y/N and I promise I will make you laugh like that for the rest of our life.”

The rest of the night was spent by Sirius' side. He had the young energy of a puppy, which is how he got his nickname, puppy. He said he was offended at the nickname because “Y/N i am a manly man, i need a better nickname than puppy.” But the way he smiles when you say it with the sparkle in your eyes… He would let you do anything.

Eventually it is time to go home, you and Lily promise to come back with donuts in the morning (this lets the boys let you go a bit easier). In the car she gives you a look that says ‘spill’.

“I really like him lily! I want to spend all day talking to him, maybe going to the bedroom and doing not so soft things, my mind is running wild with everything i want to do with him. I think I caught that L-O-V-E…”

“Damn girl… really? After one night?”

“Lily you know me, you know i wouldn't say it if i didn't believe it at least.. 80%. He made me feel things that I can't explain. I don't know how he does this to me, but I cannot help myself.” you pull into the apartment building and look down for your keys in your purse. That's when it dawns on you, you still have his shirt on… Unlocking the door the first thing you do is call James' house.

“Hey it's Y/N, is Sirius there?”

“Wow, ready to talk to him already, huh?” You can hear the smirk in James' voice.

“Says you, who called the apartment before Lily even made it back home…” He scoffs at that and you hear him screaming for ‘Pads’ to get his ‘ass down to the phone’.

“Hello, Love, miss me already?” After spending all night with his flirtatious self, you easily opened and gave him back some of the sass (you are very proud of yourself if you do say so).

“Of course I miss you, but I kinda miss my shirt more. It was one of my favorites.”

“It will be here all clean for you tomorrow, I'll even learn how to do laundry for you, my queen. Also! before you go, I do have a very important question for you.” Thinking the worst, you lose your smile and look down… His joking and smile filled voice is the only reason your smile comes back, “my question is, how quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz!”

The last thing he hears is your giggle and “you'll find out soon, Puppy.”

#sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius #sirius black and you #sirius black imagine #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one shot #sirius black #sirius black scenario #marauders imagine #marauders fic #young sirius x reader #young sirius black #harry potter imagines #harry potter marauders #marauders era

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liminalmemories21 · 5 months

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still looking for prompts Lim? How about ‘I missed you’ 👀

Andrew is six weeks old when he goes back to work. It's physically painful to leave the house that morning, and the stream of text messages and pictures that TK sends him throughout the day make it both bearable and unbearable to be at work and not at home with them.

But when he finally gets out of work that evening he finds himself turning left instead of right towards the loft. He isn't really conscious of what he's doing or where he's going until he turns into the entrance the cemetery where his father is buried.

There's a cherry tree that was planted the year after his father died and he's watched it grow year by year as he comes to visit on birthdays and anniversarys. It's taller than he is now, and in a few weeks it will bloom and drop a fragrant blanket across his father's grave. But it's still only barely in bud now, and the ground is chilly and damp when he sits down.

He pulls a few stray bits of mown grass off the grave stone, letting his fingers linger and trace his father's name. He knows his mother comes every week, spends 30 minutes or an hour catching his father up on the family gossip and news about Carlos and his sisters. Ana comes with her sometimes, and Luisa comes every time she's in town. He's never gotten comfortable being here though, always feels awkward talking to his father's grave.

He glances around, but he's the only person here in the almost dusk. "I don't know if Mom told you, but we adopted a baby." He laughs to himself. "Of course Mom told you. Mom has told everyone." He leans in a little like he's whispering a secret. "Mom is cashing in on every baby shower she's ever been to. We aren't going to need to buy Andrew a piece of clothing until he's three."

He leans back, taking a beat. "He's beautiful, Dad. He's beautiful and perfect and I love him so much, more than I ever thought was possible." He brushes a damp leaf off the edge of the grave stone, studying his father's name - Gabriel Xavier Reyes, beloved husband and father. "It took a long time for me to admit to myself that I wanted to be a father, longer to believe that maybe I could be good at it. TK's always believed in me, but it took me longer to get there."

He smiles. "TK is so good with him. I always knew he would be, but he's so much more than I could ever have imagined. Even when he hasn't slept in two days and we don't have any clean clothes left in the house the way he looks at Andrew is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He wonders if he'd ever have been able to say something like that to his father if he was still alive, if with another decade of time together they'd have found a way to talk to each other like this, or if it's only possible because one of them isn't really here anymore.

"I miss you," he says, and it isn't as hard to say now as it used to be, doesn't feel as bitter, as freighted with lost chances. "I wish you were here to teach me how to make Andrew feel safe after a nightmare, teach me what days I should play hooky from work to take him out for ice cream. I wish you were here so we could talk about how not to have that change, how not to forget those moments."

His phone dings with a message and he glances at it. It's a picture of Andrew, eyes screwed shut in concentration as he drinks his bottle. He only feels a little foolish when he holds it up to show his father. "I need to get home. TK's been alone all day." Pauses and then says without shame, "And I miss Andrew, it's been ten hours and I swear he looks like he's grown." He pushes himself up and stops to brush his hand against the top of the gravestone. "When he's a little older and the weather's warmer I'll bring him to meet you. I think you're going to really like him."

He texts TK just before he gets in the car. / on my way home / . . . / had to stop to talk to someone /

#tarlos #911 lonestar #writing prompt

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morallyinept · 5 months

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PART 2

Thank you so much to everyone's positive response on this! 🥰 I'm so glad you all thought it was a good idea, and one that you want to get on board with. So many of you too, which is great! I've had to split it in two parts as there was so many of you!

Marcus and I are stoked! 🤗

Below, you'll find the pairings...

Now, the pairings have been done as randomly as possible. I tried to pair with things you might have in common initially, but some profiles are empty or don't have much to give away, so in the end all names were put into a hat and I pulled pairs, so it's as unbiased as possible.

☝🏻This isn't about popularity or numbers, this is about making a new friend in the fandom. If you've been paired with someone you're already speaking with/getting to know, that's great! Continue that friendship.

If you happen to be paired with someone who you've attempted to get to know before and it hasn't panned out so well, why not give it another try?

I can't re-pair you, I'm afraid as we had even numbers, so I apologise in advance if you end up with someone who you haven't gotten on well with before. (Hopefully, that's not the case.) But you are always free to reach out to me - I love making new friends too!

And please bear in mind, I've tried my best - I'm not responsible for what you guys do and how you interact with one another. Please ensure you're respectful and kind and treat others how you would want to be treated.

And if you need some pointers on starting the conversation, you could try these:

Remember why we're here - Pedro! Have a chat about your favourite roles he's played, or films. Which character of his is your favourite and why? When did you first discover him? Why do you like being a fan of his?

Are you a writer/reader/both? Perhaps you can talk about your favourite fics you've written/read? Again, why did you like them? Same goes if you're an artist or creator of any kind.

Saying a simple hello, how are you? Can lead onto great things. Don't be afraid to say hello and strike up a conversation.

You got any pointers, Marcus?

I mean sure, yeah. That's a great question... personally yes, I like butter with my popcorn. 🍿 Looks like we have something in common, bud!

It's up to you about how much you want to give away about yourself. Stick to your boundaries. Natural friendship will progress how it should - naturally. And those boundaries will become lowered in time. Don't force it, and please, be respectful of one another's boundaries.

If it fizzles out after a few messages exchanged, that's okay. Please don't take it personally. We all have lives off of Tumblr, and it might take some people longer to reply, or they may be really shy. Try not to bombard them with messages.

☝🏻Remember you will only get out of this what you are willing to put in. Please be kind and respectful to one another.

Okay, Marcus, let's get to the pairings...

PAIRINGS:

Anyone that re-blogged or commented on the original post has been included, even if you signal boosted, unless you specifically stated you didn't want to participate. Hopefully I've not missed anyone. Some of you I am not able to tag so I have linked to your profile for your friend to find you. Please reach out to them when you're ready:

@pedroshotwifey & @vabeachazn

@survivingandenduring & @elvinaa

@bluestar22x & @pedgito

@suzdin & @beskarandblasters

@ohforficsake & @hyzer34

@bbiophiliaa & @papipascaaaal

@tuquoquebrute & @pastelnap

@grace46 & @pedropascal-whore

@i-own-loki & @whiskeynwriting

@darkheartgatita & @covetyou

@codryshrekps & @sweetercalypso

@studioghibelli & @thatredheadwriter

@the-blind-assassin-12 & @rose-with-few-thorns

@kissedbydragonfire & @planet-marz1

@oursisastrangefate & @perfectly-imperfect-me23

@chibimosa & @flightlessangelwings

Good luck and have fun getting to know one another! Marcus and I would love to hear from you guys about your new friendships too, so please feel free to get in contact and let us know how it's going! 🖤

#pike's pick and mix #pedro pascal #marcus pike #making friends

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