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blooming-violets · 2 years

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In The Dark (face sitting/overstimulation)

[tasm!peter x fem!reader]

TW: 18+ smut, soft!dom Peter, oral, anal, mentions of depression

A/N: So, technically, @liz-allyn requested some soft!dom Peter tending to his partner after a bad mental health day and taking control. But I need to bust out some of these bingo cards and because face sitting/overstimming happens in this story, I'm stealing it to use as a double bingo prompt.

She was not someone who ever dared to complain. It wasn’t in her nature to seek out pity from others. No words they could cast around her would ever be what she needed. Words couldn’t help her. They couldn’t scratch the agonizing itch that blackened her soul. She was a suffer-in-silence type. Her problems were just that. Her own. No one else needed to be burdened with that whirlwind of torment storming inside her mind. It took a lot of coaxing for her to open up. It once took Peter three full days of chipping at her hard exterior before she finally broke down and let her emotions spill from the hole he had chiseled away. Once he got through to her, he never let her go again. She had given him a glimpse behind the curtain, despite how gnarled and barren she thought it was, he had loved every part. He had planted seeds in her wastelands and watched them grow into wildflowers. He had loved her even when she didn’t love herself. He learned how to tame the beast and soothe the chaos in her brain.

He was the only one she trusted.

It was a particularly bad weekend for her. The thoughts her mind was teasing her with didn’t reflect her reality. They loved to warp her truth into dark places. She was strong enough now to know that’s what they were doing but it didn’t stop the voices from casting a shadow. She knew they were wrong but their constant yelling still hurt. It brought her down to a dark place. And, when Peter wasn’t around, she could only find respite from the darkness in the safety of her bed. Curled under the covers, hidden away, was where she spent her evening.

A soft padding of feet thumped onto the hardwood floor in the bedroom. The sound resembled more of a cat leaping off the top of a bookcase than a full grown man throwing himself through the open window but that was part of Peter’s gifts. He was nearly silent in his movements. The master of stealth. Still, she knew his every sound, no matter how quiet. It didn’t warrant peeking her head out of the covers. His routine was predictable. He’d come home from patrol, strip off the sweaty suit, throw on a pair of boxers, and raid the fridge. Sometimes he’d drape himself over the back of the couch and pass out right there if he’d been out long enough. She listened to him struggle to remove the skin tight material from his sweaty body. Hearing him curse at the suit under his breath would have normally put a tug of a smile on her face but, tonight, it did nothing. She closed her eyes with a quiet sigh and clutched tighter onto his pillow she’d been cradling in her arms.

“No assistance from you today?” He grumbled, a hint of humor underlining his words. “Usually you’re running to the rescue in an attempt to get my clothes off.”

She remained hidden under the covers, eyes too heavy to open, and replied with a muffled grunt in response. It was then that the blanket was slowly dragged down her body to reveal her expressionless, tired face.

Peter had managed to rid himself of the suit and he crawled, naked, onto the foot of the bed. He continued to bunch up the blanket in his fists until he was satisfied with how much of her could see. She pushed her messy hair away from her face and gazed back at him with desolate eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled. Soft and sweet. A gentle kindness that he wore so well.

He knew something was wrong. He knew her too well by now. She was in one of her “funks” as he often referred to them as. A time when her mental health would get the better of her. A time when everything seemed too bleak and hopeless that she couldn’t move. A time when the world was pressing down on her chest, so heavy, making it hard to breathe. He knew he couldn’t just ask her what was wrong. It would be pointless to expect her to open up and have an intimate discussion about her feelings. Especially now. In the midst of it all. That’s not what she wanted. It wasn’t what she needed.

No. She needed something else. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Only he could be the one to help her.

Peter’s smile grew.

He tossed the blankets aside, letting them crumple to the floor, to leave nothing left for her to hide behind. He gently stole his pillow from her grasp so she was exposed to him. Even in her baggy sweat pants and one of his old tee shirts she was breathtaking. Peter gripped her shoulder and rolled her out of the ball she was curled in onto her back. He heard the quiet, sharp intake of air and watched as something sparked to life in her face. She once described the feeling of her funk as being forced to float in a black, empty nothing. Not knowing which way was up or how to find her way back home. She needed a life line. Something to tether herself to. Something powerful to break her out of the dark and back into her body. He would bring her back to him, back to her regular self, one teasing second at a time.

Peter crawled over her body, his arms propping himself up to hover over her, and stared down into her eyes.

“Does my pretty girl need something to hold onto?” He asked. She would know exactly what he meant. He was reaching for her in the dark. It was up to her if she wanted to reach back or not.

She sighed, no words able to form yet, and nodded up at him.

Peter smirked, “Good…because I’ve got something really long and hard for you to grab onto.” He swore he caught a ghost of a smile flash over her lips for a mere second. It was slowly working.

He carefully placed her arms around his neck, locking them in place, and pushed himself against her. She flattened into the mattress with a happy sigh. She inhaled his familiar scent. She let him press his forehead against hers and traced his smooth skin under the pads of her finger tips. Her Peter. Always the hero. Always the savior. Always hers.

He gently caught her lips. Her eyes slipped close, letting her lips part under the pressure of his. Her legs parted enough to let him settle nicely between them as he gathered her up into his arms. The way he held her like this meant safety. There was love in every movement. She could feel it penetrating through the dark and casting a light, a fire, inside of her. She clung to him like he was her last hope, drawing him closer, desperate to soak up his warmth.

His hands slipped under her shirt, the back of his fingers lightly stroking up and down her sides. The feeling made her flesh erupt with goosebumps and her nipples harden. Peter deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past the barrier of her lips to seek out hers. She tried to focus completely on his kiss and nothing else. Nothing else mattered. Right now, all she needed was Peter. She needed to feel him, to touch him, to taste him. She played with the dark wisps of curls at the nape of his neck. He had gone too long without a cut and his hair was getting shaggy. The ends would curl when it was hot or he’d get sweaty. She loved how soft his hair felt as it ran through her fingers. He was perfect. Her lifeline back to her body.

A gasp escaped her when he pushed her shirt up to her neck. He pulled her up then, quick and harsh, to rip the shirt off the top of her head. She knew what he was doing. He had eased her into intimacy, used it to hook her on the line, and was now reeling her in. Ripping her from the dark ocean straight into the cool night air. His hand closed around her throat as he shoved her forcefully back down onto the mattress. Her mouth parted with a smile as her eyes burned with a hungry fire.

She was back.

“There you are,” he whispered into her ear.

Peter found her wrists and pinned them above her head. He straddled her hips, keeping on hand tightly over her wrists, while the other carefully explored her chest. He admired how her breasts lifted with her arms outstretched and studied how sweet, how appetizing, her hard nipples looked contrasting her skin.

He let out a low moan of approval, “Delicious.”

His warm hand gently cupped her breast. His calloused thumb brushed over the taut nub with light, quick strokes. He was the master of switching between a soft kindness and a rough commander. A trickle of warmth spread between her thighs. She let her eyes feast over his bare chest. Those strong muscles rippling under his skin, his bicep bulging as he held her arms in place, the lingering white scars from his past etched over his torso. Lean but muscular. Strong. Stronger than any man she had ever known. And, yet, it wasn’t something one would ever know by passing him on the street. He felt like her own special secret. Her protector. Her lover. Her favorite person.

He caught the look of pure love shining behind her eyes and his features softened. His grip loosened on her arms as he leaned back over her to capture her lips with his again. His tongue tangled with hers, his thigh pushing between her legs to press against her core.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her eyes blinked open, gazing into the directness of his. She swallowed hard. What did she want? What did she need? Soft? Rough? Did she want to be tied up so tightly she couldn’t feel her limbs or cradled in his arms while he made love to her slowly?

“I-” she breathed heavily. She could feel the darkness of uncertainty creeping back into her psyche. The pause from feeling Peter was too much. She could feel herself sinking. “I don’t know…”

“Shh,” Peter nestled his nose against her neck and trailed kisses under her ear lobe. “Don’t think. No more thinking. Let me take control.”

She nodded slowly. Doubt had already filled her thoughts. Her stomach churned with the familiar anxiety of uncertainty. He could see he was losing her again and he silently cursed himself for asking in the first place.

Peter ran the tip of his tongue down her neck and over her collar bone. He scooted his way down her chest to capture her nipple between his wet lips. He heard her give a content sigh, feeling her body start to unclench and relax back into the mattress. He nibbled and sucked at the tight bud, clenching it between his teeth and swirling his tongue over the tip. He bathed her breasts with his saliva until he felt she was finally ready for more.

He slid down the length of her stomach, leaving wet kisses in his wake. His fingers hooked under the elastic band of her sweats, catching her underwear with them, and stripping them from her body in one swift movement. The sight of her naked would never fail to make him pause. He hummed with delight at the way her body twisted and moved under him. Parts of her skin glistened under the overhead light so he could see every inch of her he’d tended to. There was no denying his obvious arousal. His member stood thick and proud from his body like it was reaching out towards her. Desperate to have her. He refrained from gripping his cock in his hand despite the aching need. This was about her.

Her legs spread for him as he fell back on top of her. She could feel his fingers tracing over her inner thighs, his nails grazing lines up her flesh. Her body shuddered the moment they made contact with her core. Teasing fingers stroking and parting her soft folds. A quiet whimper fell from her lips as he coaxed shivery tingles of pleasure from her swollen clit. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her lips pressing tiny kisses against his salty, sweaty skin.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” He cooed to her as his long finger pushed into her depths. “Let me make you feel good. Focus on that. Nothing else. I’ve got you. I’m in control. All you have to do is let yourself feel.”

Her walls clenched and squeezed around his digit like she was dragging him deeper inside. He let out a low groan at the feeling, his breath tickling her skin. Fingers teased and massaged her flesh. His thumb expertly casting slick circles around her clit while two long fingers curled and pumped inside of her. He plastered her body with kisses. He was all she could think about it. All she could feel. All that she needed.

“Peter,” she whined.

“What the matter, pretty girl? Need something more?” Without waiting for an answer, his arms snaked around her torso, and he flipped onto his back. He easily took her with him so she was rolled on top of his chest. She let out a cry at the sudden change of position, her vision spinning and wavering. She’d been curled up on her side all day that being forced upright caused her head to spin. Before she could steady herself, Peter had gripped her thighs and lifted her up to his face. He manhandled her like she weighed nothing. It never ceased to amaze her how strong he was. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist and he planted her directly down on top of his expectant mouth. A loud gasp echoed throughout the quiet bedroom. Peter’s tongue parted her lips as he began to sip and nuzzle himself between her trembling thighs.

“Oh, Pete-” she cried out. She tumbled forward to lean her forearms against the headboard for support while Peter kept her bottom half snug against his face.

Her hips bucked as his tongue found her sensitive bud, flicking along it and sucking into his lips. Short, hard sucking motions caused jolts of electricity to shoot through her veins. For the first time in days, she felt awake. Alive. Guttural moans ripped out her throat as her nails scraped against the wooden headboard. Intense pleasure rocked through her. Her legs clenched around Peter’s head and she ground herself against his mouth. She writhed and trembled, completely open to him. This was exactly what she needed.

It didn’t take much coaxing for her to start to unravel. She’d been so tightly wound all day that all it took was a little push for her to fall apart. Peter’s tongue knew all the tricks to push her in the right direction. He would bring her to orgasm with nothing but his mouth and then he would fuck her until she completely forgot about her woes.

A tidal wave was growing deep in the depths of her stomach. Her skin started to tingle. She closed her eyes and focused on the feelings of pleasures he was creating under her. She cast out any other thoughts until all she could think of was reaching that high. The wave grew and soon it was taking over her entire body. Every nerve came alive as she crashed to the surface. A cry of happiness ripping from her throat. Her body shook and throbbed on top of his face, her juices spilling down his chin, as he latched on to suck out every last drop from her core.

Her clit felt swollen and sore. Her limbs heavy. She tried to lift herself from his face but he only tightened his grip around her waist.

“Peter,” she whined. It was too sensitive. Too raw. She needed a break between orgasms. He knew this. “I can’t. Not yet.”

He mumbled something incoherent against her, the sound muffled by her own pussy, the vibrations of his voice rippling through her body. She didn’t need to hear what he said to understand. He wasn’t done with her yet. He needed more. He had gotten a taste of heaven and he wasn’t ready to let go.

Peter’s mouth latched back onto her dripping cunt. His tongue probed up inside her depths. She let out a pained cry. It was too much. She tried to struggle against his grip but it was ironclad. Her hips were practically cemented to his face. She squirmed, her body jerking with jolts of lingering orgasmic pleasure. Her skin felt a flame with searing heat. It was too much. Too much stimulation.

He slid his tongue as deep into her tight pussy as he could and began rolling it around inside of her. The orgasm that had just barely died down started to immediately rise up again. The rolling of her hips gave way to frantic jerks and twitching against his face. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears pricked at the corners. Every cell in her body felt like it was in overdrive. Her mind was screaming. Her nipples rock hard. Her mouth hung agape in a silent scream.

There was no controlling the way her body contorted as the second orgasm hit. Her vision burst with stars and a wailing cry filled the room. She trembled and shook, head tossed back, desperately attempting to drag air into her lungs as she came. Everything went hazy and dim. It was too much. She was so raw. So sensitive. She collapsed forward against the hard headboard and let her eyes close.

“Come back to me,” he whispered into her ear.

When she finally blinked them open again, Peter hovered over her. Her head was laid against the soft pillows. Slowly she returned back to the land of the living after being cast into subspace by her loving tormentor.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”

He was brushing his hands over her hair and cradling her face with his palm. She could feel the head of his shaft nuzzled against her slick entrance. He gently rocks his cock through her soaked lips to bump and graze over her abused clit. Everytime it hit, she would involuntarily jerk with a yelp.

A smirk spread over his glistening lips, still coated with her cum. He loved it when he pushed her over the edge like that. He loved knowing that he had done his job so well she almost passed out from the sheer force of it. Without giving her a moment to catch her breath as she came to, he was already starting to slide inside of her. He gazed into her dazed, blissed out eyes as he gently pushed his hips to her. There was no resistance as he slowly stole inside of her.

She whimpered, her brows knitting together. Her back arched. Peter always felt like he was sliding impossibly deep. No matter how many times she took him, it always felt like a tight stretch to accommodate his full girth. A growl rumbled in his chest. Something feral and beast-like. The sound reverberated in her ears. It cast away the haze and awoke her own sleeping beast. Her arms threw themselves around his neck to pull him closer. Needy. Hungry for him. She felt stretched and hot and unbearable where their bodies joined but she needed more. Her nails raked across his shoulders as he started a slow pacing thrust. The breath rushed from her lungs. Need thrummed through her. Quivering arrows of heat licked at her raw, teased flesh.

“More, Peter.” She groaned. Her hot breath filled his ear. “I need more. Hard. I need it hard.”

Peter eased himself out of her and caught one of her legs, using it to roll her over onto her belly. She pressed the side of her face into the pillow and raised her ass for him. He grabbed her cheeks in both hands, nails digging into the soft flesh, and positioned himself behind her. His cock speared into her aching pussy. He used the force of his own thrusts mixed with his strength as he gripped her hips to pull her closer and slam into her. When she said she wanted it hard, she meant it. The sound of her cries tangled with the slapping of skin. Peter gave her everything he could. He pounded relentlessly into her.

And still it wasn’t enough.

Despite the waves of pleasure washing over her, she still felt empty. She needed something else. Something more.

It was like Peter could read her mind because he started to trail a finger over her puckered asshole. She hummed in compliance for him to continue. She wanted to feel completely full. If Peter could suddenly grow three cocks so she could plug every hole, she would have been the happiest woman alive. Instead, she’d take what she could get. He coated his finger in her own slick and teased it around her asshole, covering it completely. Slowly, he began pushing it inside, watching as the clenched hole gave way to his force. In and out of her tight ass he carefully fingered her until she’d swallow his entire finger.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. It was clear he needed more too. “You’re mine, baby. That ass is mine. All mine.”

She knew exactly what that meant and a smile twitched at the corners of her lips. She felt Peter slip out of her drenched cunt and lean over to grab a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. The cold, thick liquid squirted between her cheeks and trickled down over her asshole. Peter smeared it around with his finger. She could hear him coating his cock with it as she mentally prepared herself for what was about to follow. This was what she needed. To feel completely full. He knew her too well.

He lined the meaty head of his cock up with her ass. A choked cry escaped her as his shaft bore down on the tight opening. The tiny ring stretched around the hard length of him pushing deep within her. Inch by treacherous inch. She held her breath while he worked to fulfill her silent wishes. She slipped her hand between her legs to seek out her clit to help her body relax. A quiet whimper fell from her lips and her body jerked when she made contact with that sensitive nub.

“Stop squirming,” Peter chastised her, giving her a hard, swift slap on her bottom. He reached over her and knocked her arm out from between her legs. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

She almost wailed from the unfairness of it but submitted to his orders. Hanging her head, with closed eyes, and choosing instead to focus on the feeling of him filling her up. Her conquered body was opened fully to his unyielding plunder. She had given herself up to Peter to take control the second he pulled her out from under the covers. She felt speared, unmercifully, her body no longer her own. It was exactly what she wanted; to give up all control.

Peter gripped her breasts as he began to move his cock in her, small but fiery stabs in her clinging heat. He used her chest to lift her up to him, her back forced to arch, as he pulled her closer. Soon his strokes lengthened. They became more forceful. Harder. It felt like she could feel him inside her own stomach. Her entire body, stuffed full, with his cock. She clenched impossibly tight around him. His ragged breathing against her neck was harsh. His grunts mixed with her gasping cries as he forced her body to his will.

She felt a tiny vibrating sensation start to grow in the pit of her stomach. His hand snuck down to cup between her thighs. He sought out her clit to draw out her enjoyment, drowning her in pleasure. Lightening tore through her once more and she clenched down hard around his cock. Peter cried out. His hips surged against her ass in longing thrusts. He bucked feircely inside of her as he gripped her tightly. She moaned, feeling as though he was swelling in size, threatening to stretch her to bursting. Then warm, stickiness filled her bottom while he furious worked it in and out of her until he had nothing else left to give.

Finally they collapsed. Peter practically fell on top of her, his strength giving out, and panting in her ear. He collected her into his arms and drew them onto their sides so that her bottom, dripping with his cum and still stuffed with his cock, was nestled against the cradle of his pelvis. His gulping breaths stirred in her hair as his hand settled possessively over her breast. He thumbed lazily over her nipple.

She could feel him softening inside of her, every twitch making her quiver. She didn’t want him to leave her warmth but knew that he’d be forced to slide out eventually. He had made her feel so full when she’d been so empty only hours before. Peter pressed his soft lips against her shoulder.

“I love you,” he breathed, rubbing his nose and lips back and forth across her sensitized skin.

Her eyes slipped close with a soft sigh and she, sadly, pulled away from him so she could roll over to face him. She studied his face in silence for some time. He had a red gash over his right brow that she hadn’t taken notice of before. Most likely a result of his evening out. She brought up a hand to gently graze her thumb over the cut.

“Thank you, Peter. Thank you for bringing me back.”

He gave her a soft smile. His fingers clasped beneath her chin to tip her head back. She met his warm eyes, they were screaming at her with adoration.

“I’ll always find you in the dark,” he told her. “No matter how deep you disappear, I’ll always be right behind you.”

His mouth settled firmly over her, leaving her no opportunity to protest.

Even if she was silly enough to want to.

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tarzinnia · 7 months

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sailor-aviator · 1 month

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the--art--of--reading · 1 year

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I posted 18 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

book review | The Marvelous

Author: Claire Kann

Genre: YA Fiction, Realistic Fiction, Mystery

Rating: ⭐⭐

From the blurb: The Marvelous “follows six teens locked together in a mansion, contending for a life-changing cash prize in a competition run by a reclusive heiress.”

Sounds good, right? Well, it wasn’t (at least for me). I really, really wanted to like this book. The representation was great, the premise sounded fun, and I wanted to give Kann a second chance after I DNF’ed her other novel, Let’s Talk About Love. Unfortunately, it failed to meet the hype.

The execution was terrible. The book has only 3 POVs, but is still confusing and lacks any distinction in character voice. Luna, Stella, Nicole, and Jewel felt like the same person. I'd get through an entire section and feel like I'd somehow skipped over a few paragraphs. The mystery game aspect was interesting, but it’s hard for readers to try and solve the clues because of how the plot is set up. The worldbuilding was vague--I'm still not exactly sure what Golden Rule is. All of these aspects put together made for a book I struggled to get through and characters I couldn’t connect to.

One thing I liked: the cover--I love seeing hand drawn artwork on books. Liz Dresner and Rachelle Baker did a great job with the design and artwork respectively.

While reading Goodreads reviews, I saw The Inheritance Games mentioned a few times. I’m not familiar with it, but it might be worth checking out if you’re looking for a different book with a similar premise.

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quick review | Vengeance Road

Author: Erin Bowman

Cover Illustration: Teagan White (this cover is everything)

Genre: YA Fiction, Historical Fiction, Western

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Revenge is worth its weight in gold. When her father is murdered for a journal revealing the location of a hidden gold mine, eighteen-year-old Kate Thompson disguises herself as a boy and takes to the gritty plains looking for answers—and justice. What she finds are untrustworthy strangers, endless dust and heat, and a surprising band of allies, among them a young Apache girl and a pair of stubborn brothers who refuse to quit riding in her shadow. But as Kate gets closer to the secrets about her family, a startling truth becomes clear: some men will stop at nothing to get their hands on gold, and Kate’s quest for revenge may prove fatal.

I have never read a Western before and this book made me realize how much I’ve been missing. This was one of the most entertaining books I’ve read in a while. There is a wonderful balance of description and action, a morally gray protagonist, and a plot twist that brought the plot down perfectly. If you’re looking to try something new, but want to stick with YA, this is a read to consider.

28 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

book review (ramble) | Shadow and Bone

Author: Leigh Bardugo

Jacket Design: Natalie C. Sousa and Ellen Duda

Genre: YA Fantasy, Fantasy

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Finally, finally got to read this. I’ve been a Six of Crows fan for some time, but I’ve danced around getting deeper into the GrishaVerse as I’ve heard mixed reviews. Fantasy is an iffy genre for me, but Shadow and Bone managed to draw me in with excellent worldbuilding, mysterious characters, and plenty of dark elements. I really enjoyed Alina Starkov’s voice and experiencing the world of the Grisha through her eyes. I won’t go into the plot too much, but I do like the choices the author made in terms of pacing. Bardugo has masterfully set up this series and I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes (hopefully it won’t loose steam in the second novel as with other fantasy series). I can’t give any definite reviews yet, but if you liked Six of Crows (or any other magical/dark fantasy novels), Shadow and Bone is worth the read.

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quick review | There There

Author: Tommy Orange

Cover Designer: Tyler Comrie

Genre: Adult Fiction

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Tommy Orange's wondrous and shattering novel follows twelve characters from Native communities: all traveling to the Big Oakland Powwow, all connected to one another in ways they may not yet realize. Among them is Jacquie Red Feather, newly sober and trying to make it back to the family she left behind. Dene Oxendene, pulling his life together after his uncle's death and working at the powwow to honor his memory. Fourteen-year-old Orvil, coming to perform traditional dance for the very first time. Together, this chorus of voices tells of the plight of the urban Native American--grappling with a complex and painful history, with an inheritance of beauty and spirituality, with communion and sacrifice and heroism. Hailed as an instant classic, There There is at once poignant and unflinching, utterly contemporary and truly unforgettable.

A powerful book, an unforgettable book, an important book that adds so much to the understanding of what it means to be an urban Native American. This book is written from the perspectives of multiple characters which made the narration shifts and time jumps a little disorienting, but I eventually found my groove. Orange writes with such a confidence that forces the reader to pay attention to the realities he is conveying. This is a must add to your reading list.

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quick review | American Betiya

Author: Anuradha D. Rajurkar

Cover Art: Saqiba Suleman

Cover Design: Angela Carlino

Genre: YA Fiction, Romance, Realistic Fiction

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

This was a rollercoaster of a book. I thought the premise was interesting, but the first few chapters almost lost me. I struggled to connect with Rani and the decisions she made and the parts with Oliver were uncomfortable to read at times. In the end, I do appreciate this novel for the story it tells. Shedding light on the intersections between culture and identity and toxic relationships is not easy to do, but Rajurkar does it with wisdom and authenticity.. My favorite sections had to be Rani's time in India and the realization and healing that came with it. This book is hard to read at times, but worth it for the themes it holds.

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Good Things by Kate MacDougall29th April – 7th MayGenre: ContemporaryPages: 320Publisher: Zaffre Blurb Two sisters, one absent father and a grand inheritance . . . Maggie and Liz may be sisters (and yes, named after a pair of much more famous siblings) but that’s about all they have in common. Maggie is a free spirit – travelling the world, flitting through life and relationships without ever…

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ANDY WROTE ABOUT GOOD ALBUMS FOR HIS JOB

End-of-year list season is a big stinkin' deal over at Rough Trade. Listening back to the previous twelve months' worth of releases not only became a clear delineation of time passing (especially during the pandemic that kept us asking, "Oh, wait, what month is it again?") but it was also great for Andy when he worked there, as staff were asked to write about a few albums that really stuck with them.

Plus, it's always refreshing for a record store employee to provide a solicited opinion, rather than the usual unsolicited comment while ringing you up.

Here are some blurbs Andy wrote for Rough Trade about LPs from SASMI, Bartees Strange, Little Hag, Mitski, and Illuminati Hotties:

SASAMI - Squeeze

In the same way one realizes working retail can seem like you're creating sand mandalas (i.e., organizing LPs in the morning), knowing full well how ephemeral they can be (finding Sheryl Crow in the Metal section at night), the turbulent start to the 2020s has proven that, despite the best efforts to make sense, everything is messy now. I've held onto SASAMI's Squeeze in the same way we grasp for something steady when the boat starts swaying.

In a little over a half hour, hard truths are thrown down (the systematic aggression detailed in "Skin a Rat") and then processed ("I tried to understand," "Don’t wanna agonize, just say it") and met with earned affirmations ("I want you to know you're not alone…you can always call me home"). The guitars that accompany these sentiments shred, strum, and surround the listener – almost swallowing us whole. By the time "Not a Love Song" arrives, the waves of distortion become still enough to see ourselves in the reflection.

Writer Michelle Hyun Kim put it best: In "[bringing] seemingly disparate elements together, finding slippery ways to be both/and, neither/nor, between/outside in all categories," SASAMI meets a messy world with messy creation – gleefully collapsing genre with artists who know a thing or two about frustrating binaries (Patti Harrison, No Home, Rin Kim, Vagabon, Mitski, Andrew Thomas Huang). Squeeze recognizes those who've worked hard on themselves and the world around them and gets drinks with them afterward to celebrate: a beautiful, beautiful sight. (x)

Bartees Strange - Farm to Table

Building on the promise of his first album, Live Forever, our On the Rise artist Bartees Strange carries a fiery ambition throughout his next chapter, Farm to Table. It lights up the dance floor on "Wretched" and "Cosigns" and powers the fanfare of my personal song of the year, "Heavy Heart." It becomes a campfire that warms the quieter second half, carrying the heartbreaking ode to Gianna Floyd ("Hold the Line") to the closing, cyclical singalong, "Hennessy."

It's been exciting watching artists of my generation make work reflective of our fickle upbringing; the way we've watched genre break down, earnestness break through, and connection rise above all other priorities. And while Farm to Table may seem like a 4AD fever dream (from the belt and croon of TV on the Radio's Tunde Adebimpe to the inertia of The National's most anthemic moments), make no mistake: Strange's first LP with the storied label marks a young, bold new moment in capital I capital R Indie Rock™ – one whose flame won't go out anytime soon. (x)

Little Hag - Leash

Take a heaping spoonful of Liz Phair's down-to-earth humor, a touch of Elvis Costello's cutting attitude, and a splash of Jeff Buckley's killer vibrato, and you get Little Hag's Leash, one of the most exciting releases to come from Bar-None Records in recent memory. Avery Mandeville, the NJ-based songwriter behind Little Hag, may be one of the legendary indie label's newest signees, but she's been honing her unique knack for catchy and sardonic tales of her self-described "absurd and profane occurrences of being a woman" for the better part of the past decade. Her lyrics deliver the anthemic quality from other accomplished musicians who have emerged from the Garden State. However, the power that drives them is less "We gotta get outta here!" and more "I'm stuck here… now what?" While their other digital-exclusive releases that came out in the past year (Whatever Happened to Avery Jane? and Breakfast) are worth adding to your playlists, Leash, their first album full of new material for Bar-None, is next level for Little Hag. Stories bearing weighty text messages ("The Whole World," "Cherry," "Red"), dangerous and disappointing men ("My Last Name," "Get Real!"), and self-defense weaponry ("Brass Knuckle Keychain") are conveyed with an urgency matched by a skilled rhythm section that rips. Sure, these eleven tracks are told by a singular voice, but the universality of both the shit that they’ve gone through and how she's powered through all of it makes a vital promise for anyone who listens: crank this up, and you'll feel less lonely. (x)

Mitski - Laurel Hell

The new wave nods of Mitski's Laurel Hell come in spades; not just in its production (where uptempo numbers like "Should've Been Me" navigate the liveliness of ABC and moodier tracks like "Working for the Knife" find kinship with Peter Gabriel's self-titled era) but also the paranoia and devotion beneath the sheen (the album starts with "Let's step carefully into the dark / Once we're in, I'll remember my way around" and nearly ends with "I'm standing in the dark / Looking up into our room / Where you'll be waiting for me").

In meeting acrobatic arrangements with clear lyricism across five records, the 32-year-old songwriter has proven to be one of her generations' strongest craftspeople. The difference now on her sixth is how a wide-eyed weariness emerges in a familiar fashion to the era Mitski references, how the push-and-pull between partners can stand in for the heart and mind… or the artist and the consumer: "I give it up to you / I surrender." (x)

Illuminati Hotties - Let Me Do One More

At times in-your-face like an unexpected conversation from a hilarious stranger at a dive bar, while at other times contemplative, standing beside you and huddling for heat during a smoke break, Let Me Do One More was the perfect buddy to have during a year of bumpy restarts. My favorite albums have historically become teaching moments, usually by artists getting by despite constraints both internal and external, and this album finds the endlessly-talented Sarah Tudzin doing her best in trying relationships with the personal ("Growth") and political ("Threatening Each Other re: Capitalism"). These songs truly helped me find warmth through the uneven sway of 2021. (x)

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In Ice: A terrifying, twisty, serial killer thriller by David Sivers (.DI Nathan Quarrel #2)

Every action has a consequence…

‘As dark, gritty and chilling as it gets. Keep the lights on!’ – Liz Mistry

An anonymous call leads DI Nathan Quarrel and his team to a secluded house in a Hertfordshire village and a horrific discovery: three chest freezers containing the naked bodies of five women. As the painstaking business of identifying the apparently unconnected victims gets underway, it becomes frighteningly clear that a sadistic serial killer has been at work, probably over a long period of time. no strong suspects, and no leads, unmasking the killer takes on a new urgency. Because the discoveries at what the media is calling a 'house of horrors' may not stop the killer, or even slow them down. Indeed, they may already have targeted their next victim.

Book Link: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0BMGHSLWK

My Review: The blurb played a relevant role in choosing to take part to this blog tour. It was intriguing and I wanted to read this story even if it promised to borderline for my comfort zone. I followed my gut feeling and thoroughly enjoyed this twisty, dark, and solid police procedural. It’s the second in a series and, even if I’m sure I wll read the first in this series, it can be read as a stand-alone. It starts with a bang and always keeps you on the edge, there’s alwas a sense of dread as you know something is going to to happen and it won’t be nice. The investigating team and their story are well plotted and I want to read more about them. There empathy towards the victims and the author did a good job in not turning the killer in a sort of anti hero. The author is a good storyteller and kept my attention alive and managed to change POV without confusing the reader. Strongly recommended. Many thanks to David Sivers and Heather Fitt for this digital copy, all opinions are mine.

The Author:

Dave Sivers grew up in West London and has been writing all his life. His books include the popular crime series featuring the Aylesbury Vale detectives, DI Lizzie Archer and DS Dan Baines. The Scars Beneath the Soul and Dead in Deep Water were both top three bestsellers in the Amazon Kindle Serial Killers chart. In Ice is the second in the DI Nathan Quarrel series. His other works include the Lowmar Dashiel crime fantasy novels. Dave also writes plays and other material for the amateur stage and is a founder of the annual BeaconLit festival of books and writing. He lives in Buckinghamshire with his wife, Chris.

To keep up with Dave’s news and upcoming releases, subscribe to his newsletter at www.davesivers.co.uk. Twitter: https://twitter.com/DaveSivers Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6912270.Dave_Sivers

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Fake Dating | Fezco x Lexi

Day 1 of Fexi Week

Prompt: fake dating (aka the best trope ever)

just a lil fexi blurb to hold down the fort. it would've been longer but writer's block is a bitch

props to @liz-saltzmans for putting this whole thing together. follow @fexination for more info

Lexi put her hand on the doorknob and swung Fez’s dorm door open, she burst into the room and rushed up to him with panic in her eyes. Fez jumped a little and frantically took out his earbuds out. “Shit, Howard. Fucking scared me.”

“Fez, I need a favor,” she said as she began pacing within the small bedroom, absolutely ignoring her best friend’s terror that she just caused moments ago.

“Lex, I done told you. I can’t give you a fix every time you get a B on an assignment.”

The girl stopped in the middle of the room and shook her head. “God, no! Not that,” she said agitated. She walked over to his bunk beds and sat on the bottom one, letting out a sigh. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” she muttered. Fez’s eyes squinted and his nose scrunched up, “Huh?” he asked.

“I may have sorta lied and told Cassie that I have a boyfriend,” she explains nervously. “But I don’t,” she adds, biting her lip.

Fez looks at her and blinks, “Still tryna figure out what that has to do with me, help me out here Howard.”

“So, I have may have kinda told her it was you,” she blurted out. “What?”

Lexi fell back onto the bed, feeling her frustration grow by the second. She dragged her hands down her heated face as her chest collapsed with a deep sigh. “Gosh, I can’t believe this is happening to me,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Me neither, I wasn’t asked for permission an’ was given a last-minute notice. Shit crazy.”

Lexi sat up, using her elbows for support. “I know, I’m sorry Fez. It just all happened so fast. Cassie called me earlier and she was going on and on about her perfect life and I just wanted to impress her. Prove that I could be like her.”

Fez noticed the frown etched on the girl’s face and it saddened him. The fact that she thought she needed to go out of her way like that was just ridiculous.

“You don’t gotta lie to impress nobody Lex, and you don’t have to be like nobody else. You good the way you are.” Lexi gave him a tight smile and shrugged her shoulders. “Thanks Co, I guess I’ll call her back and-”

“Nah ma, I ain’t letting you go down like that. I meant what I said but we bout to win a whole fucking Oscar after we done with this!” he corrected.

Lexi’s tight smile instantly formed in a huge one. She got up and tackled him into a hug, almost knocking him out of his desk chair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She lifted her head up from the of his neck and kissed his cheek. Fez felt the blood rush to his face and didn’t know how to react, he was frozen. Lexi stands up and does a small jump, “You’re the best!” she exclaims and exits his room.

“What the fuck?” Fez whispers to himself trying to figure out what just happened.

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😬😭 for the blurb :):):)

oh, you WOULD.

😬 confessing their feelings / 😭 unrequited love

"I dunno, May," he sighs, running his hand through his hair. "She doesn't seem like she wants to be my friend."

Peter looks out over the skyline, the blue skies making way for the pinks and the reds they very rarely get to see in NYC but he'll enjoy it when he can. May tells him not everyone has to like him and he gets it. He gets that. He's just not used to it out of the suit.

"Yeah, I guess so," he grumbles.

It's not like he cares that MJ doesn't like him. They haven't seen each other since high school graduation and he doesn't remember talking to her then at all. The most he ever spoke to her was when she helped him out at prom.

But now it's been years and he's not sure what she's holding a grudge over but she seems determined to not be friendly. It's not like she's been particularly obvious about not liking him. It's just obvious to him because he can hear the uptick of her heart when she sees him and the slight blush in her cheeks. But she frowns when he looks at her and she runs in the opposite direction when he goes to talk.

If he was insane he'd think she had a crush on him or something. She's miles out of his league - she always has been if he's honest. But he practically had to force her to go to prom with him - barely managing to get a 'sure' out of her and then after that, she ignored him anyway. So he's not expecting a love confession from her anytime soon.

"Yeah, I could ask her," Peter says to May. He's obviously not going to ask and he's just going to spend his time wondering how his sort of prom date turned into someone that can't stand the sight of him. He didn't even have to run off!

It's whatever.

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The door clicks closed behind her and she's already struggling to remain calm, pulling her lip between her teeth as she hangs her coat up. The whole way home she played the scene over in her head. The way she heard Ned hyping him up to ask her. The way he kept mentioning Brad as if MJ would ever want to go with him - she was pretty sure he was already going with Liz. The way Peter wasn't sure if she'd even say yes. It took all of her power to not scream at him that her dress would be yellow.

"Hey sweetie," her mum calls from the sofa. "How was school?"

"Fine," she says but she can hear the excitement in her voice and judging by the way her mum spins around to face her - she hears it too.

"Meesh?"

"Peter asked me to prom," she shrugs.

"Peter? Like... Peter Peter?"

"Muuuum," she drawls. “It's not a big deal!"

But it's too late. Her mum is up, screeching in her ear as she pulls MJ into a dance in the kitchen.

"Do we need to go dress shopping?"

"I was just going to wear the yellow one," she mumbles, letting her mum fuss over her hair even though prom is at the weekend and not right now.

"Okay, okay, but let's get a new purse?"

MJ groans but she gives in anyway. Her mum could always convince her. Besides, she is kind of excited.

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MJ is hiding in her office. It's not particularly grown-up but God, nor is being hung up on a guy from high school.

Every time she sees Peter looking at her with wide eyes she almost tells him everything. Or that she's over it. Or she goes to lie to him and tell him she never hated him at all.

But then she remembers the way they danced and the way her cheeks ached because she was having such a good time. The way his hair was as soft as she always thought it would be when he leaned in to kiss her in the middle of the dance floor. The way she thought he was having a much better time than he was. The way she thought he liked her in the way she liked him.

And she can't get past the way she let her walls down. And the way she went to school on Monday with a stupid drawing she'd done of them together. Her in her yellow dress and him without a tie - that she now realises is because he was wanting to match someone else.

So every time Peter comes to talk to her - she remembers how heartbroken she was when she all but skipped into school, picture in hand and ready to just tell him. Tell him she'd been crushing on him since the fourth grade. To tell him she saw this cute bookstore turned coffee shop on eighth and her mum said she could be out late on Saturday.

But as she saw him at his locker with Ned she wishes she never said yes in the first place. Boys were never worth it. She always knew that. But she's burdened with the conversation anyway.

"It didn't even work," Peter muttered. "Liz is still with Brad. She barely even looked at me."

"Sorry man, I thought for sure you'd make her jealous," Ned says, his face furrowed. "At least you had fun with MJ, right?"

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "She wasn't weird or anything... but she's not Liz."

Peter didn’t want her then and MJ sure as hell doesn’t want him now.

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

prompt: golden hour | prompt list

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader (no pronouns used)

category: angst but ends in fluff

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"Can you just shut up for one minute? I am going insane if you keep talking" Wanda turned her head back to focus on the road again. The two of you had been arguing for the last few hours and at this point you don't even remember what started it. One minute you had been entering the car after a lovely weekend together, the next you yelled at each other. You hated fighting with your girlfriend, but who doesn't? It just seemed like this fight would take no end.

"Fine then I will shut up, I won't say another word to you today" and with that you crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked out of the window, head tuned so the woman next to you was not in your line of sight. You had been so worked up that you even considered asking her to stop so you can take an uber. But that's ridiculous. The anger was brodling inside of you and you could have snapped at any minute yelling even more at the redhead than you had before. You chewed on your lower lip to stay quiet and not say something you would regret immediately. You were so focused on yourself that you missed the single tear that rolled down Wanda's face.

The car was silent, the only sounds you could hear were coming from the engine. You didn't know how long you would have to sit in the car until you arrived, but you knew you wouldn't be the one breaking the silence. You wouldn't let her win this. An hour passed, then two and neither of spoke a word.

Then suddenly Wanda let out a gasp "it's beautiful". You turned your head around to figure out what she was talking about. When you didn't respond she raised her hand and pointed to the horizon in front of you. "Look, it's the golden hour" she whispered. You let out a small gasp as well when you saw what she is pointing at. A few minutes passed as you both stared at the beautiful sunset in front of you. Then Wanda broke the silence again "I'm sorry". "For what?" you replied, turning your head so you could face her. "I don't know actually. What were we even fighting about? I don't want to be mad at you anymore" she confessed. "I'm sorry as well. We are probably just exhausted from the weekend, that's all" you concluded "let's get home and just have a relaxing evening, just you me and a sitcom, you choose". "I love you" she whispered, shortly meeting your eyes with hers before looking back to the road again, she was still driving after all. "I love you too" you mumbled back before leananing over and pressing a soft kiss against her cheek.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #prompt #may prompts #liz's may blurbs #golden hour #marvel fluff #marvel #sheisnotalone

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Maybe a blurb of reader being more of skater/tomboy and Peter absolutely adores her, but then reader finds out about his past gfs and how girly they were and she gets insecure but Peter reassures her that he likes her the way she is🥺🥺

Liz allen, Gwen Stacy, hell even MJ were some of the few of peters beautiful ex’s. Wearing soft blush that made their cheeks rosy and cute pastels that made them look like a fairy.

Although all that stuff was pretty, you stayed more casual. You adored the girls who did that every day, looked like a spring day down the hall but you didn’t care as much. School caught up too quickly, your life wasn’t made for time with 20 minutes makeup routines.

“What’s wrong baby?” Peter stopped kissing you. May was gone for the night which caused the two of you to take advantage of the time alone. You wore one of peters old sweatshirts and sweatpants. Thinking how maybe the girls in the past sat on this bed in cute plaid skirts and peachy pink lipgloss.

“Nothing,” you kissed again shaking the thought. “Nothing.” You promised as you let him kiss more. His lips so focused on you, he didn’t notice how your eyes were opened and fixed on the picture of you and peter at stark labs.

“What is it?” He looks at what you’re looking at but doesn’t understand. “D-did I do something?” He gets shy and you shake your head.

“No! No! I’m sorry, I’ve been distracted. I promise things are okay.” You nod leaning in again but he moves back.

“Well, what’s wrong?” He asks and you sigh. Shaking your head, you try and lean in again but he moves again. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, please. I’m just tired. I promise—“ he gives you the eyes of disapproval and you sigh. “Why do you like me so much?” You ask and his brows raise.

“Because...because you’re super smart and you’re funny and you understand all my Star Wars references—“ he starts and you move off of him. Resting your back to the wall, you let your hands fall to your knees.

“That’s the thing pete, you like me because I’m like ned. I’m ‘one of the guys’” you nearly cringed as you used that phrase.

“What! Ned? Ew. No, no, no, i mean I wasn’t going to just judge you on your looks but you’re so beautiful and then you came with all of that and it was like...it was like thor sent me down one of his angels.” Peter look at you but you weren’t buying it. “I’m serious, I love everything about you. Your eyes are so pretty, I like how your nose scrunched every time it’s cold outside, your hair is so so soft and smells so good all the time, and-and your boobs...” he starts and you laugh.

“Okay, okay. It’s just...I’m not like Liz or Gwen or MJ. I-they are all beautiful and then I’m just...” you trail off and he furrows his brows.

“Just what?” He urges and you sigh.

“I’m just me. That’s it. I don’t take you shopping with me, I don’t get new clothes every week, I’m not princess bubblegum.” You threw out and he held your face.

“But you’re just you, that’s the best thing I’ve ever had.” He kissed your cheek. “Now if you really want, may gave me extra cash and we can go shopping for you.” He kissed and you shook your head.

“No, I liked kissing you much more.” You went back to his lips.

Peter made sure throughout the night to reassure you that he loved you more than anything. You were perfect just the way you were and you didn’t need expensive skirts and fancy lip gloss to be otherwise

#kats blurbs #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fan fic #peter parker blurb

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‣ last updated ; april 19, 2022 ‣ status ; open !

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‣ blurb [900 words or less] ‣ imagine [1k words or more] ‣ headcanon/s [up to three or five characters] ‣ fake chat/text [1-9 characters, depending on the request, i may override the number of people you requested for, if the topic is a bit too small for me to think of different reactions]

↬ please specify if you want a fem! reader or gender neutral! reader, unless otherwise stated, i will be using gender neutral readers (male! reader is also possible if one does request for it, i may struggle a bit since i don’t identify as male lkajdha]

↬ requests are written in my own time and in my own pace ; i will accept emergency requests if you do indicate them [emergency requests may override the current status of requesting if in dire need, and i will get to them as soon as possible]

↬ i will not write for the following ; [will be updated]

‣ noncon/dubcon ‣ rape ‣ character x character ‣ incest or any forms of this (stepcest, etc.) ‣ pedophilia ‣ kinks i am unfamiliar with (e.g. watersports, very kinky stuff) ‣ A/B/O ‣ drug use

↬ i do write ;

♪ fluff ♪ comfort ♪ lgbtq+ themes ♪ lgbtq+ ships [wlw, mlm, and non-binary folks] ♪ platonic relationships, familial relationships

[keep reading for the character list]

↬ AVENGERS

— tony stark, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, bruce banner, thor odinson, clint barton, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, vision, james rhodes, sam wilson, peter parker, carol danvers, scott lang

↬ ETERNALS

— ajak, phastos, sersi, ikaris, thena, gilgamesh, druig, makkari, sprite, kingo, dane whitman, starfox

↬ GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY

— peter quill, rocket, groot, drax, mantis, gamora, nebula

↬MISC.

— harley keener, yelena belova, kate bishop, mj watson, liz toomes, ned leeds, tobey! spidey and andrew! spidey, stephen strange, hope van dyne, pepper potts

↬ AVENGERS CAST

— robert downey jr., chris evans, chris hemsworth, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, mark ruffalo, tom hiddleston, sebastian stan, anthony mackie, tom holland, elizabeth olsen, benedict cumberbatch

note ! a lot of these characters, i would rather write them with a platonic/familial relationship with the reader, than them being a love interest, but we’ll see HJSDHKASJHA if you want a character that is not on here, you may ask thru my askbox whether i’d write for them, cuz honestly, i may have forgotten KJASHYJKASDGJKS M’ SORRY so just ask ty <333

#—underoos!#rules !!#don't reblog ty!

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emcscared-whumps · 2 years

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SHIFTING PHASES MASTERPOST (WIP)

This Masterpost will be updated with new items and progress checks

Last updated: 25 Apr, 2024

PROGRESS:

STAGE: 1st DRAFT

12 of 56 planned chapters are drafted (~21%)

1 chapter pends editing.

7 of 44 remaining chapters are in progress.

0 chapters are being re-written

9 other chapters await re-writes

Word count: ~41.0k

(i did itttttttttt i've written the new version of the first bit i ever wrote!)

BLURB:

The only thing worse to a belunae than a Hunter is a Hunter that plays with his catch.

Verludae Pete Spencer lives concealed in world hostile to all belunae, alongside his best friends Timmy Paige and Lizzy Millen. After multiple unlucky blunders, he is taken captive by the notoriously sadistic House Master Sorrel Johnstone.

A daring escape ensues-- and Pete takes with him dangerous information he never should have learnt.

Will he succeed and scrape his life back together? Or will every possible witness be silenced?

A test of friendship and trust rattles the trio of friends as they fend off an enemy far larger than themselves;

How far will Johnstone go to get his prize back?

(I'll rewrite the blurb some time)

Chapters linked below the cut (There are several bonuses!)

GENERAL CONTENT AND WARNINGS:

Dehumanisation, it/its as dehumanising pronouns, organised executions, death wish, noncon touching (nonsexual), dissociation, starvation, fantasy racism.

(All specific warnings will be included in each post)

CHAPTERS:

(All chapters planned, first draft in progress)

PART 1: 1-10

Chapter 1: xxx

Chapter 2: xxx

PART 2: 11-35

PART 3: 36-46

PART 4: 47-52

PART 5: 53-57

BONUS:

Candinium Afterburns (Post-canon)

Through the Storm (Post-canon)

Another Starless Night (Post-canon)

Where are You? (Pre-canon)

NOTABLE CHARACTERS:

(Note: Profiles may contain spoilers)

Cole Nelson: A hunter in Johnstone's House

Elizabeth 'Liz' Millen: Friend of Pete and Timmy

Gavino DePetro: Aquarium owner, caught up in shit way too deep to get out

Guy 'Burton' Matthews: Antagonist, a troubled boi, Pete hates him

Kate Spencer: Pete's mum

Pete Spencer: Whumpee, friend of Timmy and Liz, whumpee

Sorrel Johnstone: House Master, whumper

Timmothey 'Timmy' Paige: Caretaker, friend of Pete and Liz, caretaker

Side Characters

EXTRAS!

NOTES:

I'll eventually make some lore posts when I start posting chapters, I have a lot of lore, and having some stuff on this was kinda spoilery?? Idk, not that I'm very secretive about the plot lol. Also moved the links to the shitpost things into storage because they were messy :3

SNIPPETS (That I Like):

(Slightly more canon conforming)

Johnstone will Pay Soon

Raw Line

Rings

OOOOOOOLD STUFF (That I don't Like):

(Canon non/conforming/out of date/or canon fodder)

Dathrir turns Pete and Johnstone (Not conforming, out of date, Reblog comments)

Timmy gets a Dose of Pain (Canon fodder)

The Show (Canon fodder)

#master post #whump masterpost #wip #whump wip #dehumanisation #fantasy racism #Pete Spencer #Timmy Paige #Liz Millen #Kate Spencer #Sorrel Johnstone #Cole Nelson #Greene #Elmer #Gavino DePetro #Guy Burton

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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Ann’s Old Masterlist

UNUSED AS OF JULY 2021 - Current masterlist here

Rules for my page. PSA.

All works are original and legally my own. Do not repost. More works coming soon: each Saturday currently, schedule will change.

Please read the warnings at the top of every post: Items marked 18+ are mature/smut, and I don’t recommend you read if you are under eighteen, but it’s up to you to mediate your media consumption. The warnings you heed are entirely your responsibility.

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people I write about, nor do I claim to, and I simply write about fictional figments of them. The fictional worlds I write within (the MCU, Harry Potter etc.) I do not own either, I do not own the characters or the settings, but merely write about a further fictional figment.

I currently only write Fem!reader. Works marked Ღ are the most popular. My inbox is open to requests but they may take a while to get a response.

Ann's TS 200 blurb event! (Mini Masterlist)

Regulus Black

Romeo, Juliet & Quidditch

Summary: One very eventful Quidditch final can do more than Regulus and his Juliet ever imagined; strengthening family ties, Y/N's mind, and Reg's feelings all at once.

Charlie Weasley

Secret. (18+)

Summary: You have a secret regarding the dragon taming Weasley. The only issue is that he sees you as the child you were a few years ago. When you become legal, he seems to seek you out wherever you are. Maybe he has a secret too.

Couple Blurbs

Lily & James Potter - First Kiss.

Summary: When Lily sees a new side of James, she thinks maybe falling for him isn’t so bad after all.

Albus & Scorpius - Before You Go.

Summary: At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go

Bill & Fleur - Our Spot.

Summary: After the final task, Fleur finds herself in despair, and goes to the only spot she can think of to unwind, not expecting to be approached by a handsome stranger.

Dean & Seamus - At Last.

Summary: Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

Doctor Stephen Strange

ᲦBaby Blues & Tattoos (18+)

Summary: After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

Loki Laufeyson

ᲦDress.

Summary: This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man

Everything Happens for a Reason.

Summary: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Promise? (18+)

Summary: Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye

Rough. (18+)

Summary: After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. (Seriously read the warnings for this, it’s very kinky).

Tom Hiddleston

Ღ BAFTAs.

Summary: Tom thieves your panties after you rile him up the night of the BAFTAs, and he doesn't anticipate the consequences of keeping underwear in his pocket on the red carpet. (Definitely mature with heavy implications, but no explicit smut)

Ღ Stripped Sunday

Summary: Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

NSFW Alphabet. (18+)

Summary: An incredibly explicit NSFW alphabet about Tom Hiddleston, detailing his deepest fantasies and darkest truths; or how I imagine them to be, at least.

Tom Holland

Just Friends?

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a long time, and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

Harrison Osterfield

Quarantine. (18+)

Summary: Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

A Happy Day (& A Puppy)

Summary: Today is the day you and Haz get a puppy. It's the next big step in your relationship, and despite your anxieties, you know it's a happy day.

Sebastian Stam

The Ballet Teacher.

Summary: Ballet teacher!reader. Sebastian's daughter attends a very prestigious ballet school, but when she's late out one day, the last thing he expects to happen is to meet her wonderful new teacher, who has him head over heels.

Timothée Chalamet

Ღ Concerto. (18+)

Summary: At a classical music concert, the last person you expect to meet is a young man as charming and suave as Timothée. And the last thing you expected is for him to invite you back to his flat. Turns out music really is food for the soul, and other things...

Fair Game.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tim, has hurt you for the last time. You didn’t realise you could ever feel this broken, especially because of someone you once loved so much, but maybe, just maybe, it’s for the best.

Tom Felton

Risk.

Summary: After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

Baby on the Brain.

Summary: Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Elizabeth Debicki

Gorgeous.

Summary: Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

Christmas Morning. (18+)

Summary: Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

Reunion Revenge. (18+)

Summary: At first, when your brother roped you into attending your high school reunion with your wife, you hated the idea. Now, all eyes are on you, all the focus on your career, and maybe this is the revenge you always needed, of course aided by Liz's quick thinking and hidden surprises.

Hailee Steinfeld

Live.

Summary: The first night of Hailee's tour, you're a guest singer... and her girlfriend. Everything will go to plan, surely, even when she looks that good and sings that well...

Sherlock Holmes

Ღ Kiss Me, Mr Detective. (18+)

Summary: After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night…

Chuck Bass

Safe.

Summary: A small British village version of Constance & St Jude’s. The aftermath of your drive home from Saturday’s house party becomes haunting and brings out a new side in you. Not that you’re complaining, especially not when you have the well-versed Chuck Bass as your friend and safety.

(Send in any requests to my inbox.)

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