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callsigns-haze · 4 months

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Behind the scenes, we ain't so clean

pairing: young!president!coriolanus snow x fem!first lady!reader

summary: you both are so composed until it comes to the bedroom stuff

warnings: smut, spanking, fingering, unhinged coryo, work sex, dominance, short fic

A/n: This is my second hunger games post so I hope y'all enjoy!

He's soft. Or at least that's what Y/N thinks about Coryo.

There has always been an oral rule between you and Coryo: if one of them needs anything, say it. However, you don't not want to harm Coryo's feelings. You don't think telling him he's too amazing in bed will work very well because of his large ego.

You're nibbling on your bottom lip and bouncing your leg up and down on the edge of your and Coryo's king-size bed because of this. Usually, you would go nibble on the tips of your nails, but you received a manicure lately, and you're unwilling to feel like you squandered the money.

You get up and begins pacing, thinking about what you should tell Coryo you want to carry out in bed . The ideas are followed by images of him performing these dirty things, and you begin to feel a little moist between your legs, knowing you must stop so you can keep your head clear when the discourse begins.

"Achieving your steps in?" Coryo's raspy voice reverberates throughout the massive bedroom, making Y/N weak in the knees, and you can't wait to see how dark and rough it can get as he vents his sexual frustrations while dominating you.

"Oh! Hi!" You rub the back of your neck, feeling uneasy for no apparent reason, and stands with your knees at an unnatural angle, appearing bent into each other. "W-What're you doing home so early?"

"You're not thrilled to see me?" He smirks, prancing over to you and throwing his arms around your form, pulling your to his body. "Well?" His forehead rubs into yours, urging you to respond, nipping your lips for encouragement.

"M'happy to be able to see you, too." His hands slide downward to grasp your bottom, causing your to groan against his lips because, while it feels nice, you crave more.

"How was the office?" You ask him as he sits down upon the bed. "Busy but we managed."

"Spank me." It comes out more unexpectedly. You had intended to take things slowly and ease the discussion along, but your rapid mind had other ideas.

"What?" Coryo asks amusingly, tilting his body back to get a better look at you.

Y/N is ashamed and unsure if you want to proceed with the chat you had in your brain. "Nothing," you rush out, burying your face in his chest.

"No, no," Coryo insists, tugging your up by your hair, causing Y/N to have a tiny orgasm just from the mild manhandling. "I guess you meant 'spank me'?"

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I'd never done anything exactly like this before, but thankfully for Coryo, I've always been someone who is willing to try new things. That's why I didn't mind when he tugged my skin tights and knickers all the way down to my ankles, curtly instructing me to take my 'Heels off'.

So I kicked them off, standing much more easily on the floor while my elbows supported me on top of his wooden desk. I believed he casually flung the shreds of material away before stroking both of his enormous hands up both of my legs, reaching the back of my thighs and causing goosebumps to appear on every inch of flesh.

He hiked my black skirt up over my hips, exposing my rear to him, and I heard him take a sharp inhale before smoothing both of his hands over my bottom cheeks.

"I'm going to spank you, okay?" He breathed and I gulped, nodding.

I was shocked as he abruptly grabbed on my hair, forcing my head up, my ass pressing into his powerful bulge as his lips skated harshly over my stretched neck.

"Okay, what?" Coryo seemed annoyed, and I assumed that the more I spoke, the more he would praise me rather than growl at me.

"Okay, spank me," I replied. "Please, please spank me."

He squeezed at the cheeks, satisfied with my words. "That's it. Go on, sweetheart, beg for it."

When his hand came down again, I let out a yell and felt each of his rings on my searing flesh. When his palm spanked me again, the left side of my face pushed to the desk and nudged forward, and I let out a delighted groan.

"Good girl, Y/n," he said. "Good girl, for me." I waited for his hand to spank me again, but nothing happened, so my brow wrinkled and I arched my back, looking for his hard hand.

"You've had enough, baby," he said softly, stroking and caressing the inflamed spot he'd battered.

I whined, pushing my ass out further. "More," I breathed. "Want more."

I had no idea my eyelids were closed until he tugged on my hair again, lips pressing to the region just behind my ear and sucking softly before skimming his teeth over the flesh. I gave a throaty groan as Coryo hummed and thrust his hips forward.

"Felt good," I praised him.

With two of his fingers running up the folds and then circling over my swelled nub, the hand that wasn't in my hair ran across my front, diving between my legs and coming to rest in my centre, causing my eyes to flutter shut. "You're so wet, I can—"

I pushed back against him while whining and pleading for more—for him. With a moan, he jutted his hips forward and his fingers moved more quickly inside of me. It felt exhilarating, but it was definitely not how I wanted it to end. Despite my right hand's strong grip on his arm to stop him, his strength overcame it and he kept digging his fingers in and out.

"N-no, not like this," I groaned ineffectively as Coryo continued to accelerate. "Coryo, stop." I whimpered, trying to get his fingers out from between my thighs and picturing how he would feel inside of me.

He said, "Come," but I shook my head. "You believe you have a say?" His fingers were working quicker than before, and he nearly laughed.

"Good." He gave me praise and helped me get through my orgasm till he felt that I was too sensitive and pulled his moist fingers away. My eyes closed, my chest fell back against his desk, rising and falling as I struggled to gather myself and find my breath.

"I don't-" I let out a startled cry and shuddered when I felt Coryo's shaft poke its way out of my door and then easily slide in.

"One more?" Warm hands gripped my hips as he filled me to the brim, my overstimulated insides convulsing around him as he spoke.

"N-," I whined shakily, feeling him pull almost all the way out before slipping back in.

"You certainly can," he said. "Baby, just one more. Please give me one more. With pleasurable, plea-laden words, I could only picture the sight on his face. I couldn't take my eyes off his desk to see what was going on, but I figured he was biting his lower lip and that my tight walls were squeezing him tight because to his enormous length.

"You can. Just one more." Coryo let out a few short, breathy gasps, and I did my best to get myself off his desk.

He felt so good being close to me, so comfortable, so completely full. I didn't believe my body could handle it, but before I knew it, I was groaning like before as he filled me up each time he sank in and out.

Then, there was a loud and clear knock at the door, making us freeze and bulge our eyes out of our sockets.

"President? Mr. Jackman is here for the hunger games debate you booked, but you're not answering." Said a clerk through the door.

"We'll finish later, darlin'"

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satorusugurugurl · 2 months

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i love ur work sosososisoso much <33 thank y for sharing ur writing ahh!!! could i request a satosugu fic where toru gets punished by sugu and reader??! maybe for like.. getting off alone or flirting w someone else?

Summary: You and Geto went to a local bookstore, leaving Gojo to fend for himself at home. It’s not like the two of you didn’t invite your boyfriend to join you on your outing. But shopping for books, of all things, didn’t spark his interest. But as the boredom of being alone settles in his bones, he decides to do the only thing that sounds remotely fun. Beating his meat.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 2,876

Warning: Masturbation, cursing, oral sex, degrading, edging, smut, creampies, holy

A/N: Anon thank you so so much for the sweet words! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories! ❤️❤️❤️🥹This gave me brain worms and I just had to write it! Two of my weaknesses are SatoSugu x Reader and masturbation.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

”Are you positive you don’t want to come with us?” Suguru questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his white-haired boyfriend. “We were thinking about stopping for lunch after.”

”Nah.” Satoru is leaning against the wall, watching as you tie your tennis shoes. “The idea of a crowded bookstore makes my skin crawl. Plus, that's you guys’ thing. Books and reading.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily.

You hooked your arm through Suguru’s, leaning your head against his upper arm. “Okay, do you want us to bring you anything home?”

”Nope, have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back.” He waved his partners off with a smile before heading back to the living room to enjoy his Sunday afternoon.

The first hour was fun, trashy reality television, and the cupcakes you had made the previous day. Thirty minutes later, he groaned, flipping through Netflix to try to find something, anything to watch. Two hours into being alone, all by himself, Satoru groaned as he started to regret his decision to stay behind.

The apartment was so quiet and lonely with you or Suguru there. The room wasn’t as bright and full of the life it usually radiated. Jeez, was this what his life had been like before the three of you had gotten together two years ago? He was so used to going on dates, cooking food, and just existing in each other's presence now. What had he used to do in his tiny dorm when he was alone?

He would eat take-out, play on his phone, and jerk off to porn videos on Twitter.

Satoru sat up straight, a grin slowly tugging at his mouth. Yeah, he used to jerk off constantly. Since you three got together, he didn’t need to please himself. Seeing as either you were sucking him off, or Suguru was giving him a handy in the shower. It was like heaven, being able to experience pleasure with the two of you.

But thinking about wrapping his hand around his cock, going at his own pace, had him throbbing with excitement. You and Suguru wouldn’t be back for a bit. When you two shopped for books, you shopped—going down each aisle, flipping through pages, geeking out over your favorite series. He had plenty of time to jerk off and recover in case things got heated once his two partners returned home.

Leaning back onto the couch, Satoru turned the television to some random movie on Netflix. Mostly for background noise, and if you two were to come home in the middle of his solo session, this might cover him until he could readjust himself. With his eyes on the screen, Satoru slowly began rubbing his cock through his gray sweatpants. Up and down, just warming himself up.

Gojo was surprised that he was as hard as he was already. Was it the excitement of possibly getting caught or just that he hadn’t pleased himself in so long? Whatever the case, maybe he could care less. All that he could focus on with the warmth that was beginning to settle in his groin as he pushed his sweats down to his upper thigh to free his cock.

It was so hard, standing at attention with a slight twitch. “Oooh fuck.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” He spit into his hand before wrapping his bare palm around his shaft.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, coating his length with spit. He squeezed himself harder with each stroke. He was imagining it as you or Suguru’s hand. Both are so warm but different. Suguru’s hand was larger, more calloused. Y/N’s hand was smaller, more delicate, and her manicured nails always looked o pretty around his cock. The faster he moved his hand, the more the television sounded like white noise as his mind swam around his two partners.

Satoru found himself mimicking the movements you and Suguru would do. He gripped himself tight, like Suguru, stroking fast and hard. When he reached his tip, his pointer finger would tease his slit that beaded thick droplets of pe-cum, as your smaller hand would do so gracefully. Imagining his two partners worshiping his cock, was better jerk-off material than any porn video.

“Mmm, ooh fuck me.” Satoru’s hand squeezed his thick length hard, his hand moving faster. “That’s it, Y/N, just like that, Sugu.” Looking at his cock through his lashes, he gritted his teeth. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls were tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. “I’m so fucking close, so close, don’t stop.”

Grabbing his shirt, he placed the hem of it between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get cum all over it. Having a new shirt on when you two got back would be hard to explain, seeing as he stayed home alone. It would be much better to paint his stomach. It would be easier to clean up that way.

“Nnngh, fuck.” Satoru’s muffled moans grew louder, his cock twitching harder under each stroke of his hand. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” The familiar burning coil in his abdomen tightened, and he never heard the door unlock. “Fuck, gonna cum—“ And tightened as his partners called his names. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” And tightened before it snapped as Y/N and Suguru walked into the living room. “Cumming fuck! Fuck!”

Satoru jerked his wrist frantically. Ropes of hot cum coat his hand, stomach, and chest. His pace finally began to slow as his cock started to soften in his hand, his white seed shining under the sunlight flooding the room. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed jerking off. Especially since he had the two hottest people starring in his dirty mind.

In the afterglow, Satoru lazily looked towards the end table in search of a tissue. To his horror, he found the two of you watching him. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed, as Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, dark eyes glued to the cum on his stomach. The three of you basked in the silence before Satoru quickly wiped at his cum.

“W-Welcome home!” He shouted, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with either of you. “I didn’t hear you guys come in.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because we were too busy listening to you cumming.” All attempts to finish cleaning himself came to a halt at Suguru’s words.

”I well, I gu—“

”There’s no denying it, Toru.” You joined in; faux sadness etched onto your features. “We caught you red-handed.” Your pout was adorable as you looked up at Suguru. “This is why he didn’t want to come with us Sugu.”

“Mhmm,” Suguru gently stroked your Y/H/C, “and to think we felt so bad for not including him. We stood in line for forty minutes at the cafe to get him the chocolate cake they're famous for.” Gojo swallowed as you lifted a bag with the cafe's name to emphasize Suguru’s words.

Slowly getting up on noodle legs from his orgasm, Satoru started walking towards you both. “It wasn’t like that. I just got bored. It’s not like I plotted to stay here to jerk off without the two of you.” The annoyance on both of your faces made him cringe. “I appreciate you guys thinking of me!” His hands reached for the bag, only for you to yank it away. “Oh, come on!” Satoru Gojo pouted, his eyes darting between you and Suguru.

“Huh, funny you did cum, on yourself.” Suguru barked out a laugh at your words. “And you didn’t even let me lick it off. I think that’s what hurt the most.”

”Y/N has a point, Satoru. You cleaned it all off right in front of her.” Suguru took the bag from you and placed it on the breakfast bar. “You know how much she loves our cum. My poor Princess.” You sniffled as Suguru pulled you tight against his side. ”Satoru has been a very bad boy, hasn’t he Y/N?”

”He has.”

Gojo ran both his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I’m sorry, guys. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?” Instant regret settled over him like cold rain. Both you and Suguru’s eyes darkened as sinister smirks tugged at your mouths. “Oh, oh fuck, please wait, have mercy.” He held both hands up, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from pouncing on him like a spider monkey.

Hours later, the automatic timer on the living room light came on. Illuminating the lewd scene in front of Satoru. You were facing him. Your back firmly pressed against Suguru’s chest as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Suguru’s hair was falling out of its bun, dark strands sticking out here and there, clinging to his skin. His lips were against the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. His actions made you whimper softly as you rode him faster.

Satoru wanted to join in, to get onto the floor and drag his tongue up Sugurus length, all the way to your clit. He hated being in the recliner across from you, his hand jerking at his cock. Fuck, you guys didn’t even let him get completely naked. He still had his sweats on and spit-damp shirt clenched between his teeth. He understood this was a punishment for jerking off and getting caught. He had to watch you two, and he'd already cum three times. But this was getting to be just cruel at this point. He wanted to join in!

Instead, you watched him, smirking at the flush dusting his cheeks and neck. The tears that formed in his oh-so-pretty blue eyes, and the way he fisted his cock to another orgasm. Arching your back, you gasped, Suguru’s tip hitting your G-spot as he bit your shoulder. Your arm reached over your head, fingers fisting in his hair. The sight of you getting closer to the edge made Satoru want to join in even more. If he could just get his lips around your clit, he knew you would squirt all over his face.

”Guys, pwease!” The cloth muffled Satoru’s words in his mouth. “I wanna help!”

You chuckled in between soft moans. “Sugu~nngh oh shit,” You watched as Suguru reached a hand around your waist, palming your thigh. “He wants to help~!” You laughed breathlessly as Suguru hummed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin

”Satoru,” your white-haired boyfriend perked up, “you wanted to jerk off so bad when we were gone. So you’re going to keep jerking off until we say otherwise. Dirty man whores don’t get rewarded.” Suguru’s hand, which Satoru wished was around his cock, slowly slid up to your clit. “Good fuckin’ sluts, like our sweet Y/N here, they get what they ask for.” You whined, your hand tugging at his hair. “Mmm fuck, baby tell me what my good girl wants~ yeah, be a good example to Satoru?”

”I wanna cum Sugu.” You whimpered, turning your head to face him.

He grinned, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. “You wanna cum?” You nodded your head, kissing him harder. “Go ahead, sweet girl, cum for me, Y/N.” His fingers rubbed circles around your cock. “That’s it; I feel you clenching cum on. Let it out, princess.” His gaze darted down, watching as you squirted hard.

“No, no, no,” Satoru whined like a spoiled brat. “I wanted to taste her cum!”

You were trembling, still coming down from your orgasm. Once you could form words, you tilted your head to the side. “See why we were so disappointed in you?” Suguru slowed his pace, his still-hard cock gently sliding into you. “I wanted to clean you up, but you used a tissue. I think I’ll clean up my mess the same way slut.” Suguru groaned, his cock twitching at your dirty fucking words.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll clean it up!”

”Oh, will you?”

”Yes.”

”And how will you clean up Y/N‘s cum Satoru?” Suguru asked as you slowly began rocking back and forth on his cock.

The two of you watched as your partner stood, his cum coated chest and stomach heaving as he looked to the floor. There was a dark, needy look in his eyes, one a person would only see in a feral animal. You didn’t know what to expect. For him to grab tissues to clean it, like he had done to himself. Him dropping to his knees was something you nor Suguru had anticipated. With bated breath, you watched Satoru slowly slide onto his stomach, his eyes on yours as he stuck his tongue out.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Suguru’s cock throbbed harder inside of you as he watched Satoru lick and suck at your cum off the floor. Like some kind of desperate animal. Never once did he break eye contact. His tongue and lips kept moving, cleaning Y/N's essence off the floor in the most vulgar way. “T-That, fuck, Y/N wh—“

“Such a good boy.” You finished for Suguru. Your tight cunt twitched at the sight. “Cleaning up my cum like the horny dog you are.”

Satoru sat on his knees. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at your praises. “Yeah? I did good. Am I forgiven? Do I get to join in now? Please!” He watched Suguru’s face scrunch up as Y/N bounced faster and harder onto his cock.

”Hmm, Suguru, what do you think?” You asked, feeling another orgasm coming close as Suguru's hands gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

”Let that dirty slut help. I wanna watch him lick your clit like he just did to the floor.”

Before you could change your mind, Satoru leaped into action. He was positioning himself between both of your legs. His tongue immediately went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit like a madman. The sudden added friction had you rocking faster, trying to feel more of his mouth on your sensitive sex. While Geto slammed up into you, chasing his release while driving you to your own.

Watching you both with lust-filled eyes, Satoru started jerking his cock once more. Fat and hard tugged as he took your clit in between his lips, suckling the bud as hard as he possibly could. That was all you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you again. Not that you cared as you felt Suguru’s chest heave as he buried his cock inside of you as he filled you to the brim with cum.

Thank fuck Suguru had been right against your g-spot. Because Satoru was bleed to have you squirt in his face. The sweet, tangy taste of you flooded his mouth. He sucked at your lips, tasting both your sweetness and Suguru’s slightly salty bitterness. Like a well-crafted treat just for him. The taste of you both combined had his hand stroking his dick, desperate to cum for the fourth time that day.

In the afterglow, Suguru grunted, kicking Satoru’s thigh with his foot. “Idiot, don’t forget what we just told you.” His best friend slowly smirked as you stuck your tongue out in between pants. “Don’t waste your cum.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru jumped to his feet, stroking his cock in front of your face. Only his hand was swatted away, replaced with Suguru’s. The sudden change of hand and pace had Satoru whimpering like the horny fucking dog he was.

“That’s it, Satoru,” Suguru purred, stroking faster, “cum on her face like a good boy.”

That sent your white-haired boyfriend right over the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his load, which would most likely be his last for today, spurt over your tongue, chin, and the tip of your nose. You looked so pretty, cock drunk, glazed in his cum. It had him crying out in pained pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm faded, Satoru stumbled. Both you and Geto grabbed his arms, slowly easing him to rest on the couch next to the two of you. He gasped, his eyes shut, in post-orgasm bliss. You couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking his hair. Suguru kept himself inside of you, kissing your neck lovingly and putting the footrest up. You and your boyfriend relaxed in the silence until Satoru’s soft snores could be heard.

It's a perfect way for you to end a wonderful Sunday.

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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hi, is it okay to request mark breeding kink later if you have a free time? its up to you to make it as drabble or full fic. like both of them are ready to settle down and he intends to speed things up. he even tracks her ovulation period to make love intensely in that week and won't stop until her pussy ruined. another new day would start with her swollen pussy. thank you!

w!: unprotected sex (ofc), breeding kink, pregnancy talks, implied overstimulation

a/n: this turned out pretty soft and romantic overall, hope you like it!

You’re not surprised that trying for a baby meant to fuck a lot, but surely when you and Mark talked about it, you wouldn’t have expected him to be constantly over you.

Truth be told, it shouldn’t be shocking, you know him for too long to act unaware of 1) his breeding kink and 2) his want to be a father. So it’s only obvious that as soon as you both felt ready for this big step, he’s not letting any opportunity go to waste.

“Mark,” you chuckle when you feel his arms wrap around you, pushing you back into his chest while he presses his lower half against your ass. “Come on,” you giggle, turning your face back, squirming a bit at the ticklish sensation of his lips on your neck.

“What? You’re ovulating,” he whispers against your ear.

“Yeah, I don’t need you to tell me that,” you joke, rolling your eyes back. “Wait, are you keeping track of it?”

Your boyfriend shrugs, kissing the corner of your lips. “I might, is that a crime?”

You shake your head while chuckling, “No, but damn, you really want that baby.” You turn around, letting him push you against the countertop in the kitchen, biting your lips when you look down, his half-hard boner pressing into you.

“Wasn’t it already clear enough?”

“You surprise me a bit more every day,” you say, caressing his cheek and pulling him into a kiss. Mark doesn’t pull away from it when he lifts you up in his arms and walks swiftly to the bedroom, closing the door behind with a kick of his feet before he lays you on the bed.

That was when you realized how truly deep into it Mark was, and to be honest, it just turned you on even more. There was something new about him and all of this that made your brain spin. Mark had never been so feral and needy.

“Mark,” you breathe out weakly, back arching off the bed as he keeps fucking into you. “Too fucking much,” you mutter, eyes rolled back in pure bliss, and whole body trembling.

“No, pretty, just once more. Gotta pump you full of cum, don’t you want that?”

You nod weakly. “Yeah, want that, but, please,” you cry out, feeling the known sensation build up inside again.

“Please, what? Only fucked you twice today,” Mark whispers as he quickly moves you so he can fuck deeper into you, your legs pressing flat against your chest while his body applies pressure on you, almost bending you in half. “I’m sure you can take more.”

You whimper, nodding quickly as you feel another orgasm approach, but not quite sure of what Mark has in mind, you try to keep it in. It’s true that it’s ‘only’ your second orgasm but you two have been fucking like rabbits for a week now, and pretty much with only one goal in mind, so every fuck lead to at least three orgasms because he needed to be sure you were full of cum.

His thrusts are fast, desperate even, and his moans are louder than usual. You have no idea how long it lasts, and only when his movements start to get messier, you realize that he’s close too.

“Want my baby? Yeah, you’d look so pretty carrying my baby around, love. I just know.”

You nod quickly, trying to open your eyes to meet his, melting on the spot when you do and see him look down at you with so much love and lust. “Please, Mark, please, breed me,” you beg, voice high.

A soft smile curls his lips as he leans closer to kiss you, pushing your legs further down to fuck deeper into you. “You’ll make the best mom ever.”

You feel like you’re overflowing when he comes inside you for the third time, lewd sounds of cum squelching out of you making your head spin as your orgasm ripples through your body, pussy squeezing hard around him until he can hardly move in and out of you.

“Gotta make sure you keep it all in,” Mark groans, pumping into you another time before stilling inside your swollen pussy, keeping your hips up. “You okay?” Mark asks, still inside you, as he gently caresses your forehead.

“Tired,” you smile weakly before sleep takes over you.

You’re woken up in the morning by Mark’s dick rubbing between your thighs while his hand gently caresses your boobs and his lips leave gentle kisses on the back of your neck.

“Mark?” You whisper, trying to shake off your sleep and turn around to see him.

“Morning, babe,” he says, kissing your face, and moving his hips against you. “Can I fuck you or are you too sore?”

You chuckle, shaking your head before humming. “I’m sore but I’m also horny, so why not. We gotta make the best of this, if our wish comes true, in a few months you won’t be able to have me this easily.”

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 11 months

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Ménage à trois | Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: A typical movie night at Stu's turns into a ménage à trois

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), non protected p + v (this is the 90s), anal, any incoherence are part of the world of Scream...just enjoy the smut that took way too long to write

Request: Threesome with billy and Stu plsss There's barely any fics for them

I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, but I couldn’t find characters that fit (i tried so many!). This is my first Billy fic and it’s sort of exciting since I’ve been crushing hard on him (well, Skeet Ulrich) since forever. Although I like his character, I am not into Stu, so that was challenging for me to include him in the scene. I hope it's good enough!

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The best thing about Stu’s house was that his parents were often out of town because of their job, making it the perfect spot for hosting huge parties without having to worry about parents coming home and ending the fun. It was also perfect for private parties.

Stu brought out a stack of VHS from the blockbuster while you made popcorn in the kitchen, getting ready for the horror movie marathon. Billy was out getting beer and other snacks, needing your sweets with the popcorn.

The kernels were almost finished popping and you felt someone press against your back, pulling you flush against them. The familiar cologne filled your nose and you leaned into Billy’s presence. He pressed his lips on your neck, distracting you from your popcorn duty.

‘’Stop, I’m gonna burn the popcorn,’’ you told him, trying to push him off you but Billy was not letting you go. ‘’Did you get the blue—’’

‘’— lollipop with the sour dip powder? Yes,’’ he confirmed. ‘’I also got a candy necklace and a roll of sweetarts.’’ Billy pulled them out of his jacket’s pocket and your mouth twisted into a smile.

After the popcorn was ready, you brought it to the living room and joined Billy and Stu who were already drinking beer and talking nonsense.

At least they had not started the movie without you.

‘’What are we watching first?’’ you asked, taking a seat on the couch.

Stu offered you a beer in exchange for a handful of popcorn. ‘’The Exorcist.’’

Although considered the scariest movie ever made, you wouldn’t say it’s scary. It was definitely iconic for the horror genre. Some scenes were a bit shocking and disturbing, but it didn’t keep you up at night.

‘’I’m gonna stuff you like that later,’’ Billy whispered beside you as the ‘best parts’, according to him, were not edited out.

The scene was in no way turning you on — that would be disgusting —, but his promise and the sultry rasp in his voice so close to your ear made your core tighten. You bit back a sound as he squeezed your thigh, a wave of arousal running through your body.

‘’What are you kids whispering about?’’ Stu asked, sticking his head in your and Billy’s personal space.

Billy shot a glare at his friend.

‘’Oh!’’ Stu smirked, figuring his line of thoughts. ‘’If you want to fuck, feel free to use my bed. Last door on the left.’’

The offer was tempting, but Billy declined the offer quickly.

‘’So your perverted ass can listen and jerk off while we fuck?’’ He shook his head, knowing his best friend a little too well. ’’Not happening.’’

Stu gasped dramatically. ‘’I would never do that!’’ Billy gave him a ‘I know you’ look, and he sighed. ‘’Okay, maybe I would, but that’s your fault for not letting me join.’’

A wicked idea crossed your mind. ‘’And what if we did? Let you join, that is.’’

The taller one’s brain short-circuited. ‘’W-what? You want me to join?’’

You shrugged, not seeing an issue. Him and Billy have been close friends for years and you’ve always secretly wanted to do it with another partner. This was your chance.

‘’If you’re in.’’ You looked at Stu, then Billy, needing both their approval. Although you were the one getting to experience them both, you didn’t want to force anyone into doing something they didn’t want.

‘’If I’m in?’’ Stu repeated. A grin spread on his face, excitement shining in his eyes. ‘’Babydoll, I’ve been dying to tap it.’’ He ghosted a hand on your other thigh, getting very close to your crotch.

It was no secret that Stu had his eyes on you — even while he was dating Tatum. You had caught him shamelessly staring at your breasts a handful of times. But you were his best friend’s girl, so he would never make a move on you…unless he was given the permission to.

‘’Don’t get too excited, she’s still mine,’’ Billy was quick to remind Stu, pushing him back on his side of the couch.

After making eye contact with Billy and silently agreeing to the plan, you detached yourself from your boyfriend and joined Stu, taking him by surprise when you crashed your mouth on his. The kiss didn’t match the perfect mix of tenderness and intensity of Billy’s kisses, but it wasn't less enjoyable. He expertly hooks his hands under your knees and drags you on to his lap, swallowing the gasp you let out into his mouth, lips never leaving each other. You subconsciously pressed yourself further into Stu as his hands ventured up the sides of your thighs, guiding you on his lap.

You didn’t mean to drag the kiss for too long, not wanting to give Stu all your attention, but you started feeling his cock stiffen beneath his jeans and took it as your cue to pull back.

He groaned in protest. ‘’It was starting to get good…’’

‘’We have all night, there’s no rush,’’ you told him, crawling back to Billy and kissing him in turn.

Unlike with Stu, everything was easy with Billy. You knew what he liked and how to get him going, and vice versa. You slipped your hands under his shirt, your palms covering the soft planes of his stomach and chest while his tongue caressed yours, causing you to let little moans and sighs slip into his lips.

Stu watched excitedly, feeling his cock twitch underneath his jeans. He never thought he would be so turned on by watching his friends make out.

You tugged at Billy’s shirt, trying to pull it off. He broke the kiss and you helped him discard it, crashing your lips back on his right after.

For a moment, you almost forgot that someone else was there, watching and waiting. You blindly reached behind you to wave Stu over. He scooted toward you and nipped at exactly the right spot on your neck while you started to rock your hips against Billy, feeling his cock press at your core even under his jeans and underwear. His hands moved to your hips, following your moves and eliciting a beautiful groan from him.

The temperature was quickly rising in the living room, so you undid the buttons and peeled it off, revealing your delicate bra. A mewl escaped Stu’s lips at the sight, dying to unclasp your bra and see those tits he's been dreaming about. He reached for it, but before he could, Billy smirked and undid the clasp with one hand, letting your bra slide off your shoulders and breasts.

‘’How does it feel to live your dream?’’ you teased your friend, turning to give him a better view.

His eyes zeroed-in right on your full breasts, glistening like a kid getting the toy he wanted on Christmas morning. Without saying anything, Stu cupped them, slender fingers kneading into your tits and thumbs rubbing your nipples into hard peaks. You threw your head back as the contact sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

While you and Stu were having a moment, Billy loomed behind you and started working on the button of your pants as he attached his lips to your neck, suckling on one spot and leaving a hickey behind. Your head rolled back on his shoulder, your soft moans evolving into a choked cry when Billy’s finger found your clit. He grinned against your neck, his erection digging into your ass.

Screams came from the TV, but you paid it no attention — no one was listening anymore —, pressing into Billy as he continued rubbing his finger over your clit and causing more slick to pool in your panties. They’re gonna be fucking soaked by the time you take them off.

‘’Give Stu some pleasure, baby. He looks left out,’’ Billy said into your ear.

You nodded and reached down for the growing bulge in Stu's pants, grasping at the firm mass beneath the fabric, forcing a whimper to escape Stu's lips as he finally felt some form of stimulation.

‘’Ah, fuck,’’ Stu breathed out.

Before taking things a step farther, the three of you moved to Stu’s bedroom. Stu led the way, eager to get the 'party' started and get his dick wet. You and Billy followed behind, a laugh bubbling out of your lips when he scooped you by your thighs and threw you on his shoulder.

When your ass touched the bed, you grabbed Stu by the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his hard, swollen cock. It was more lean and lighter in color, but with a nice mushroom tip. You stroked it up and down before playing with the tip, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you watched it glisten with a bead of pre-cum.

‘’Mmh, keep doing that, babydoll.’’

Billy snuck behind his friend, a knowing smirk on his lips. ‘’Wait until she’s got her mouth around you.’’

He glanced down at you and you got the hint, getting off the bed and on your knees as the tall boy quickly pushed his clothes down to his ankles, then shrugged off his sweater seeing as it was getting in the way. The sight alone made Stu slightly dizzy. It wasn’t every day that your friend brags about how excellent his girlfriend is at giving blowjobs and lets you try.

You grabbed him and kitten-licked at the leaky slit of his cock, licking up all the pre-cum that dribbled out and sighing as the taste of him landed on your tastebuds. Stu hissed, getting pleasure from the small attention to his sensitive tip.

Now that Billy had bragged about your skills, you didn't want to make him come off as a liar. You needed to give Stu a blowjob worth remembering.

You moved to lick a broad stripe on the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip before taking him inside your mouth. Your hands flew to Stu’s hips to steady yourself as you took him deeper into your mouth, your warm mouth enveloping him, causing Stu to groan and slid a hand through your hair, keeping a grip at the back of your scalp.

On the left, Billy palmed himself over his jeans, the sight of his girl on her knees making him even harder. He rid himself of his jeans and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself — and relieve himself — while he watched Stu’s cock disappear past your lips slowly. You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, making Billy wish it was his in your pretty mouth.

‘’What a little slut. Sucking your boyfriend’s friend's dick right in front of him,’’ Stu said, pushing you deeper on his cock and making your eyes water.

You took it all, letting him use you until his breathing fastened, getting close to cum. Your knees were starting to hurt on the wooden floor, but you didn’t stop and sucked Stu so hard he knew it was only a matter of time before your lips were covered in his come.

Once he did, you swallowed and released Stu’s cock with an audible pop, moving back with a sly grin, a string of saliva connected from your lips to his cock.

‘’Holy fucking shit!’’ he exclaimed as he released his grip from your hair and took a few moments to collect himself.

You glanced over at Billy, looking so pretty in his naked glory, and wiped your mouth.

‘’That’s my good girl,’’ he praised with pride in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth lifted up.

Billy pulled you up and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, catching the little bit of cum and you wrapped your mouth around it, sucking it clean. ‘’Get undressed, babe.’’

You didn’t have much clothes left on, just your pants, panties and socks.

Then, you got on the bed and pulled Billy with you. His mouth magnetically found yours and you spread your legs to give him room to get closer. He rubbed two fingers along your folds and his cock twitched as they got wet with your arousal.

‘’Mmh, that sweet little pussy’s so wet,’’ Billy said against your lips, sliding two fingers inside and making you instantly moan. His fingers knew exactly where to go and what to do.

Your hands came up his shoulders, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

You felt the bed dip and Stu flopped on the bed, already getting hard again and wrapping his hand around his cock to stroke himself at the sight of you getting fingered. He couldn’t wait to be inside your tight wet pussy.

‘’Have you figured out who’s going where?’’ Stu asked, keeping his pace slow and steady.

Billy nodded, answering in your place as you grinded down against his fingers. He curled them, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’You got any lube in here?’’ BIlly said over his shoulder.

Stu scrunched his face in mild disgust. ‘’Eh…no. Why the fuck would I have lube?’’

‘’For—’’

You forced yourself to hold your next moan. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you cut in. ‘’You…you’re good to go. I prepped before coming here.’’

Billy groaned, the thought of you prepping yourself making his dick twitch.

You had not planned for Stu to join, but you did plan ahead for a good night of sex with your boyfriend — including for anal. You didn’t do it very often due to the preparation it needed, but you liked it from time to time.

‘’I knew you wouldn’t have any on hand and I was not gonna let you stick it raw and risk ripping tissue. My ass is gonna be sore enough in the morning, I don’t want to sit on a bag of frozen peas like the first time,’’ you explained.

Stu looked between you and Billy. ‘’She’s let you in her backdoor?’’ he asked his friend, jealousy in his eyes. ‘’Tatum never lets me.’’

Billy grinned at you. ‘’Fuck, I love you.’’ He kissed you hard.

Stu situated himself on the bed, getting ready for you, and you climbed over his lap, facing him. You took hold of his dick and tapped the head of his cock over your clit to tease him, then down your folds, coating it with your slick.

Stu lowered his eyes to where your genitals were rubbing, cursing at the sight. ‘’Mmh, rub your sweet pussy on me.’’

You did it again and he smacked right over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

‘’Cut the teasing and get to it, will you?’’ Billy told the two of you.

He didn’t want to rush you, but he was the only one who didn’t get any preliminary care and he was starting to get impatient.

You nodded and lined Stu up at your entrance, secretly eager to know what it felt like inside you. You lowered yourself on his hard cock, swallowing him between your soaked folds.

Stu was unable to contain the groan crawling from the pit of his stomach as you finally bottomed out. ‘’God, you’re so tight,’’ he whispered. He felt every detail of you, from the way you clenched to your lower lips and your puffy bud just peeking from under its hood. A mischievous grin curled on his lips and he reached to rubbed your clit, making you moan and causing your walls to clench around Stu absentmindedly. ‘’Ahh, fuck.’’

Billy chuckled, knowing exactly what happened.

He came and positioned himself behind you. ‘’You good?’’

You nodded, rolling your hips and slowly riding Stu's length.

With a hand on your shoulder, Billy gently leaned you forward, getting you in a better position. He spat on his fingers and stroked himself a little, pre-cum mixing in, and lined it up with your ass, carefully slipping in and easing himself inside. It stung at first, making you curse Billy's girth.

‘’Fuck, you’re tight,’’ Billy gritted out.

He didn’t move, staying still as your body adjusted and then pushing more in. After a moment, the burning subsided, making its way into pleasure.

Billy gave the first thrust and sighed, feeling you tight around him. ‘’This is even better than last time.’’

Beneath you, Stu figured it was okay to do the same and thrust up, eliciting a soft moan from your mouth at the simultaneous sensations. You had never felt more full.

‘’How does that feel, babydoll?’’ Stu asked, watching your face twist with pleasure.

‘’Feels so fucking good. So fucking full.’’ You rocked back against Billy, signaling for him to go again.

He did and soon enough, Stu was snapping his hips up and ramming into you at fast speed while Billy grabbed firmly at your hips and drilled into you, your loud moans echoing through the four walls of the bedroom. Your body was in overload, every sense heightened, every feeling magnified.

‘’Fuck, right there!’’ you cried, throwing your head back as Billy smacked your ass cheek.

‘’You take our cocks so well,’’ Billy praised, seeing both himself and Stu slip in and out of your holes, eliciting a series of mewls from you. ‘’Looking so fucking good stuffed like that.’’

Unable to form words, you just moaned.

You would have wanted the intense pleasure to never stop, but all good things had an end. You gave the boys a warning that you were about to cum and, just as you were about to conclude, your walls clenched around Stu and he spilled inside you, joining you in your orgasm, cumming all over his cock as Billy continued his assault on your ass before following shortly.

You fell against Stu’s chest, completely and utterly exhausted. A wince of discomfort stretched across your lips when Billy pulled out. He smiled as he watched his cum slip out of you and dripped down to where Stu's softening cock was still inside you.

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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hi! I noticed you were looking for Xavier requests. I come with some ideas instead! (a) jealous or overprotective Xavier

(b) reader gets hurt either by the Hyde or somewhere in the fight at the end of the season

and that’s all my little pea brain can think of! Hope this helped you bc we need more Xavier fics!

Look at this forsaken mess you made me (Xavier Thorpe x f!reader)

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Xavier has five moods when it comes to you, happy, in love, jealous, overprotective and worried...It really is an interesting combination

Warning: fluffiness and Xavier is my baby, deal with it, you will have a lot of him coming up soon

A/N: It took me YEARS to be able to learn how to write jealous :D

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

It wasn’t supposed to happened like that. You were supposed to be away this weekend. Jesus, your parents even made the trip to get you, he was there, he helped you and even cried a little when you waved him goodbye from the back window of your dad’s car.

Today, of all of the days…

Why were you here?

Xavier couldn’t think as he grabbed your face and force you to look at him, he didn’t know if he was screaming, maybe he was, his chest felt tight, like a force was forcing his breaths out of his body and you didn’t killed him, he didn't felt bad or at the edge from death for touching you, something was wrong. His hands were red and he painted your face with that color, that color wasn’t supposed to be on your face, on your body. You don’t look good in red.

“Look at me.” He force himself to speak. But there you were, staring at him blinking slowly. “Don’t you dare looking away, you hear me?”

Someone tried to pull him away from you but he didn’t let them, he would not let you go.

“Listen to me,” He cradled your body in his arms. “You listen to me, you hear me? Don’t you dare to close your eyes (Y/N).”

Your name in his mouth sounded so dirty, like it didn’t belong there. Arms surrounded his shoulders and managed to get him away from you, he began screaming and trashing, trying to get himself free and return to your side. He could see you being pulled on a gurney.

“Don’t touch her!” He screamed. “Stop!”

“Pull yourself together man.” Ajax hold him tight. “They’re taking her to the hospital, you’ll see her there.”

Xavier breathed heavily as he watched the -now clear- ambulance drive away. He nodded wordlessly and Ajax helped him get up.

“C’mon, if we go now the faster you’ll see them again.”

Xavier pushed the hospital’s door opened, crashing against the reception’s counter. “(Y/N) (L/N) was brought here minutes ago, is she alright? Can I go see her?” He spoke quickly.

The recepcionist stared boringly at him before slowly typing your name on her computer. She popped her gum ball before speaking. “What’s your relationship with her?”

Xavier bit her cheek, breathing heavily. “I’m her boyfriend.”

She hummed, watching how a group of teenagers stand next to him, she frowned before realizing where they came from. “Sorry sweetheart but only immediate family can ask about her.”

He huffed, he was getting angrier. “Look, I need to see her.”

“Yeah, but can’t do anything to help you, maybe you should all sit there like good kids and wait for your parents, okey?”

Xavier was about to strangle the lady when Wednesday carefully put a hand on his arm, moving him to de side as she stared at the receptionist. “We want to know how she is doing.”

The receptionist stared at Wednesday, “As I said to your friend, only immediate family can ask about her, kid.”

“Wait for me in the cafeteria.” Wednesday’s eyes didn’t left the receptionist as she told the others. Her eyes slowly drifted downwards to her name tag. “Carol and I will come to an agreement, isn’t that right Carol?”

Xavier couldn’t stop moving, he needed to do it, his stress was making him nervous and no matter how hard Enid or Ajax tried to calm him down but it wasn’t helpful. Footsteps made him turn to the cafeteria’s door and he saw Wednesday entering calmly, he quickly walked to her.

“How’s she?!” He exclaimed.

Wednesday stared at him before giving him a paper. “Room 204, take the elevator and turn right.” Xavier stared at her, taking the paper before nodding and running to the elevator.

The number 204 stared at him, but he froze, endless questions began appearing on his head, but he entered anyway. You were lying on the bed completely frozen, several tubes were surrounded you and he almost cried at the image. He made his way to you and almost grabbed your hand but saw that you weren’t wearing gloves.

He quickly took off a pair of them (the same pair he bought after your day at the fair) and put them on, grabbing your hand, he kissed his own hand, imagining kissing yours. “You need to wake up (Y/N), you hear me?” He whispered. “I can’t…I can’t do this without you.”

Xavier didn’t know how long he was sleep, it was uncomfortable, yes. But when the tiny movement of sheets woke him up. He blinked for a moment before your hand carefully grabbing his. “Thank God.” He grasped it tightly. Closing his eyes as tears began forming. “Thank God you’re okey.”

“What…?” You rasped, trying to sit but hissing when the pain caught your body.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He gently pushed you back to the bed. “It’s okey, I’ll explain everything, I swear.”

A knock startled him and he quickly glanced at the door, he was preparing to fight whoever force him to leave. It opened and Wednesday made her way inside, she couldn’t look at you.

“Hey.” You gently greeted her and Xavier gave her a nod.

“Hey.” She responded, “Thank you for coming to help.” She whispered.

You smiled, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” You squeezed Xavier’s hand. “I’m happy I could help.”

Wednesday nodded, “The others are downstairs, they want to come up but if you want a few more minutes of your own, I don’t mind holding them out.”

“Please.” Xavier said, “An hour if you can.” Wednesday nodded before leaving, not before looking at you once again. “She asked you to come back?”

You nodded, “Enid send me a text that Wednesday needed help.”

Xavier closed his eyes, finally feeling al the stress going out. “Are you mad?!” He pushed away from you, began pacing. “Do you have any idea what you did?!”

“I help?” You were confused.

“You almost die! You were bleeding, you understand? I held you on my arms and you almost died!”

“Xavier…”

“No! No.” He tugged at his hair. “You can’t do this, you hear me?”

“Xavier…” You tried again.

“I can’t…I can’t…” He turned, not daring to look at you. “I can’t (Y/N), I can’t.”

“Xavier.” You exclaimed, managing to catch his attention, he was tearing up. You raised your hand and he quickly grabbed it. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t go through that again (Y/N), I can’t lose you.”

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earl-grey-teacake · 4 months

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omg hello! your brain is truly so big for this idea… george coaching logan lives rent free in my mind at all times and their minimal interactions bring me life fr 🥺🥺 now.. very important question.. WHO adopted logan first? alex as his current teammate or george as his long-time mentor? i also have this insane image in my mind of george making a powerpoint titled “7 step plan on how to win oscar’s heart / why he’s definitely in love with you don’t be stupid / we need to talk about your (lack) or self esteem” . yea there are three topics but alex has sighed deeply and provided snacks to keep them going. and also the idea of carlando adopting oscar?? it’s a very strange dynamic bc lando is so excitable he’s def not a parent figure and oscar and carlos are still squinting suspiciously at each others for sure. maybe the three of them are using their combined 8 brain cells to come up with a game plan for wooing logan? and they’re just sitting their arguing over flower symbolism and lando and carlos genuinely almost break up over how worked up they both get. i know this ask got out of control but bestie.. your mind is so large and i am obsessedddd w this idea

Hello! Thank you so much! Very happy to hear that the ideas my brain makes up in the middle of the night are appreciated!🥰

To answer your question, Alex adopted Logan first. I see George keeping his distance, close but still professional. Alex, as both an eldest sibling and having gone through 2021, is very sympathetic to Logan. He sees the spiraling, he understands being alone as your parents are dealing with their own issues, and he knows what it feels like to be left behind while the friends you joined F1 with go on ahead. When Logan stops answering his texts and James brings up his worries, Alex is at Logan’s door telling him to pack up and come over to his place. George starts off in a “I’m here to help but mainly because Alex wants to do this and I love Alex” and quickly becomes “i am onboard with helping you, here is a list of therapists I have complied, please pick one.”

George is absolutely making PowerPoints. It starts off with “No one on the grid or your team hates you + with proof from the group chat” to “Your lack of self-esteem is alarming and we are all a bit worried” before becoming “Oscar is in love with you + photographic evidence.” George’s love language is PowerPoints. When he was getting Alex that Williams seat, I imagined him cornering people with a laptop in hand and a PowerPoint titled “Alex Albon’s Achievements: Why he is a perfect fit for Williams”. Alex is ordering take out and providing commentary on the slides, and questioning where certain photos came from.

I see Carlando adopting Oscar not in a parental way, but more in a “I have more life experience so let me tell you why ghosting your friend and crush is a bad idea”. They absolutely brainstorm ways to woo Logan but they keep failing because Logan thinks Oscar is doing this to apologize for not talking to him for a month/forgetting his birthday and Oscar is slowly going insane because nothing works and in every interaction Logan looks sadder and sadder. Carlos and Lando are definitely getting worked up because it was never this hard when they got together .

Your idea with the flower language is genius, can I write that in the fic? I am thinking of a scene like

“No, Lando we cannot put yellow roses in the arrangement. They mean decrease of love, that’s an awful flower to include.”

“How about orange lilies? There aren’t exactly a ton of papaya or orange flowers to choose from.”

“No! Orange lilies mean hatred. We should be starting simple like pink roses and baby breaths.”

“Those options are basic. They don’t have personality to them. It looks like Oscar just went to a supermarket and picked it up. How is anyone supposed to feel special receiving a standard supermarket bouquet?”

“I wouldn’t know Lando. You never got me flowers before so I don’t know how I would feel receiving a supermarket bouquet?”

This ask was super fun to answer! Thank you so much for sending it❤️ I am also obsessed with it and am drafting outlines to write it. Please feel free to send more asks. I really love answering them.

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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Oh my gosh congratulations on the milestone!! 🥳💖 I would love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe lee Mikey and ler Leo or lers Raph, Leo and Donnie. I’d love Dragon Fruit, Oranges & Grapes! Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing well! 💖

Fruit(s): Dragon Fruit, Oranges, Grapes

AAAAAHG THANK YOU! You're so nice all the time, just make my brain go (>w<)✨! Been a hot second since I've done something for Rise, these boys need some more love from me. (Got carried away but we don't talk about that shhhhhshsh) Again, thank you sosososo much, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey

Lers: Raph, Leo, Donnie

Summary: Mikey tries making a treat for his bros, but things don't go as planned, bumming him out. The boys quickly notice and, after a quick wrestling match and some questions, manage to get their baby bro back into his high spirits.

Warnings: none! This is a fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“No no nononONONO!”

Feeling his heart sink, Mikey pulled his fruity Danish pastries from the oven. The charred surfaces and burning smell of the treats brought tears to his eyes. Three hours of work down the drain…

The teen had been trying to make desserts for his brothers; they’d been really supportive during his recovery from the Kraang invasion, encouraging him and helping him wrap his arms. Even Donnie had put aside some extra time to shop for arm braces. They deserved it.

His arm had a flare-up during the baking, making him take a break to put a brace on. The timer had gone off without him in the room, his poor confections roasted beyond recognition. He sniffed, dumping the marred fruits of his labor into the trash. Maybe some music and drawing would help…

“Okay, family meeting.” Raph sat down with his two of his brothers, Donnie quickly correcting him. “Teeechnically, it's a partial family meeting. If we count the main seven family members and round the percentage, it's only about 42%-” He got a hand clamped over his mouth, the blue-themed turtle interjecting. “HUSH the nerd stuff! We know what we're here for, right?”

Donnie scoffed, but stopped spouting math. All three brothers knew what the problem was. Raph took charge again, attempting some order. “Mikey's been really down all day. Raph's worried about him.”

The purple clad turtle tapped his wristlet, frowning. He had been keeping track of Mikey's expressions from the past few days.“He seemed fine yesterday. Angelo’s face only drops around two today. I hadn't seen him for a few hours, my data’s a bit incomplete. I think he was in the kitchen.”

Leo blinked, seeming shocked. “Wow. Your number craziness finally paid off.” A claw extended from Donnie’s battle shell, whacking the snarky teen upside the head. Raph stepped between them before any more chaos could ensue.

“HEY! Donnie, do ya know what he was doin’ in there?” He huffed before answering, looking down. “I…do not. Dr. Delicate Touch made me promise not to install cameras; even I won't defy him.”

That was fair; none of them wanted to go against Dr. DT… Leo sighed, twirling his mask tails as he spoke. “I've tried asking, but no dice. The dude's clearly not okay, but he won't talk about it. Little hypocrite…”

The techy teen offered an idea. “We could try to interrogate him.” Leo snorted, snapping out of his little trance. “Interrogate? What is this, one of dad's movies? Besides, it'd probably only make him more upset.”

Raph bit his finger as he thought; one bad habit he'd tried and failed to drop. He got an idea, snapping his fingers and smiling. Bingo. “I got it! Listen up boys, here’s the plan…”

Mikey was sitting on his bed, moping and dragging a pencil across some cardboard. He wasn’t making anything; it was just a nice way to destress. Things weren’t working as well as they usually did, though… A knock at his train car door startled him, making the typically upbeat boy flinch and drop the pencil. “C-coming…”

The metal slid open, an obviously forced smile on his face. All three of them wanted to wrap him in a hug, but they had to follow the plan. “Hey guys…what is it?”

Leo stepped forward, looking his brother over. He took special notice of the arm braces. “Alright hermano, the jig is up. What’s wrong?”

The boy’s fake smile faltered a bit, though he tried to keep the act going. “J-jig? I dunno what you’re talking about, Leo. I’m good!” His artificial confidence got a bit stronger at the end. It was clear he wasn’t telling them without a fight.

Raph was next to get closer, trying to sneakily box the boy in. This time, however, a small smile was paired with the chasm.

A small squeak escaped the youngest as he backed up, recognizing the look on his brothers’ faces. They wouldn’t…would they? “C’mon Mike, this can go quickly if ya just hold still.” Oh. They would.

Feeling a slight giddiness rise in his chest, Mikey ran farther into his train car, diving for his escape hatch. Raph stopped him in his tracks, using his mystic tonfā power to catch him in a giant fist. Leo ran over, being careful of his brother’s arms as he tossed him into his hammock.

“GUys- guys wahait! Mikey squirmed and kicked, the hammock swinging as he thrashed. Leo flipped his sword, opening two portals to hold his brother’s arms safely. Didn’t want him getting hurt after all that recovery time.

“Nah, there’s no fun in waitin’. Raph’s out for giggles and the truth.” Wasting no time, Raph started poking at his brother’s armpits. A genuine smile formed on the younger’s face, giggles spilling from his lips. “Rahaphie! Nohohot thihis!”

“But this is the best! You get to giggle, and we get to hear it.” Leo smirked, not wanting to miss out on the fun. “Big man’s right, Miguel. The truth will set you free~!” He moved his hands to Mikey’s plastron, scratching and scribbling on the area where his stomach would be. “LeheheHEEOOOOO! C-chohOHOME OHOHOhohon!”

“Just tell the truth, Micheal. You know there’s no simple way out of this predicament.” Donnie took in the sight of them; his co-conspirators smirking, enjoying the sound of their brother’s laughter, and Mikey, laughing and sounding happier than he had all day. He supposed it was worth breaking a few of his rules for the occasion. He pressed a button on his bo, the feather he used against Shredder popping out.

“D-dehehee? Whahat ahare youHU- NYAAAHAHAHO!” Mikey squealed as he felt the soft fibers of the feather run behind his knees. Curse him for taking off the knee pads… The armpit pokes, the tummy scritches, the feather on his knees; it was all too tickly. It was nice to be able to laugh with his brothers, though he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of them at once.

Raph chuckled, smiling warmly as his brother laughed. Those goofs were gonna be the death of him…but he loved them more than he could ever express. If it takes some playful tickles to get one of his bros to open up, then so be it. “All ya gotta do is fess up, Mikey. What’s been goin’ on today?”

He still didn’t seem like he was giving up, though it was clear he was reaching a breaking point. Donnie, ever the over-achiever, wanted to speed things up. He sent a claw from his battle shell to his brother’s knees, having it squeeze and scribble along the underside. That did him in.

“K-GAHAHAHA! DOHOHONIEHEHE! *snrk* NAHAHAH!” Raph gave the purple-clad turtle a look, sighing. “The goal is to get the truth, Donnie, not kill him.” Dee just chuckled, continuing the metallic tickles.

Kicking and thrashing like crazy, the teen finally reached his limit. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI- *snrk* IHI’ll TEHEHELL!”

And just like that, it all stopped.

Donnie begrudgingly retracted his tools, a small smile still on his face as he watched his little bro giggle. Leo followed suit, though Raph’s hand moved to the underside of the boy’s chin. He gently wiggled his fingers into the soft skin, chuckling as his little bro melted into the touch. His loud and bubbly laughter died down to soft, breathy giggles.

“Spill it, little man~” Raph practically purred as he said it, his tone softening with the next phrase. “We promise not to judge.”

Mikey whined through his giggles, but didn’t squirm. Leo had long since released his arms; he just hadn’t noticed. “Uh-uhuhum…I wahanted to make youhuhu guhuys some d-dahanishehes for helpihing me throuhugh recovery.” He looked down, still not pulling away from the loving tickles. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved them.

“Ihi uhm… Ihihi kinda buhuhurned them. H-hahad a flare-up whehen they went ihin the ohohoven…” All three brothers’ expressions softened, even Donnie’s. The thought was incredibly sweet, and it wasn’t his fault his arms still hurt sometimes.

“Mikey…listen. We love ya. Even if you weren’t an awesome baker, we’d still take care of ya.” He continued to gently scritch under his chin, though the big guy limited it to one finger. Donnie jumped in, not making eye contact. “It’s not your fault you still get pains. Based on typical recovery times, you’re actually making exponential progress. Occasional aches are to be expected.”

“If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. I could help with the baking and stuff, if you want.” Leo’s offer made his heart soar, as well as his other brothers’ kind words. Heartfelt moments like those would forever be cherished, especially that one.

He felt a few tears spring to his eyes, arms reaching for his bros’ hands. “Youhu guys are the behehest…” Raph stopped tickling, enveloping them all in a hug. Donnie whined, but he relaxed into the embrace. Mikey sighed, his heart full and the sadness from earlier in the day completely gone. He loved his brothers so freaking much…

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moxfirefly · 2 years

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Greetings and salutations, I come bearing a part one to (I’m not sure how long) of a Fic trade I’m doing with the one and only @ray-jaykub

This honestly happened without much planning and we wanted to gift each other a oneshot of our choosing. In the midst of it we also decided to try a part 2 of the trade in which we choose the same ship and give it a world (which will be a bayverse take on Capritello!)

Ray was one of the first people I followed on here during my comeback to writing and I’m so happy ours has developed into a beautiful friendship 🥺so here’s to you bestie!

“My need to possess you

Has consumed my soul”

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Possessiveness was technically a synonym of jealousy, at least that’s what Leo noticed whenever the word showed up in his brain.

Much worse when it nested in his heart.

There was no reason to feel this. He couldn’t necessarily blame spring or his own thoughts on the matter. Couldn’t blame you entirely, no matter how many laps you’d ran in his brain. Nobody told him how pesky these feelings coursing through him could be.

But could he be blamed?

Could he be blamed when he grabbed you?

Caged you against the wall with his strong arms?

Could he be truly at fault when he nosed your neck, smelled the scent that so often never became unstuck from his clothes?

Leo could breathe you in for hours. Get every little bit of you stuck in his lungs.

So of course he can’t place blame when your hands come to rest against his plastron and the act itself has him shivering.

“Will you ever know?” Leo asks quietly, lips against the shell of your ear.

“Will you ever know just how truly mine you are?” You feel the ghost of a smile travel to your pulse and stay there. Feel the way his large hands grab your waist, the way those muscles wrap around you and lift you.

Beneath him is second nature to you at this point. It’s home to you, to feel the weight of him press against you, secure you, own you.

Possessive wasn’t perhaps the most welcoming of terms but you can’t deny that right here, right now with his mouth wrapping around your nipple, its true. Leo’s lips are soft and welcoming, they suck and twirl the sensitive nub and release with a wet pop that has you clenching your thighs around him. A large hand finds your neck, thumb caressing the soft flesh before it slithers upwards and into your hair. His nails connect with your scalp and the shudders alone have him grinning against your breast.

You chance a look down below and meet those blue eyes that have been glued to your every reaction since the moment he met you. Leo’s calculating after all, cunning if you will with how well he can decipher every little spasm or moan or shiver. He’s aware how to work you over, your body’s basically trained to his touch and that very thought makes him drive his hard cock against your crotch. Somewhere between a languid kiss and another gentle tug of your hair, he’s slid the rest of your clothes off to join his pile.

He feels his chest swell with another ounce of possessiveness over how perfect you look right now. The very idea of somebody else enjoying you like this, the very image of someone else working you up into a trembling frenzy forces him to reiterate his previous statement with more fervor.

“You’re mine, God, you’re all mine” He nearly slurs, drunk off of your scent and the warmth of your body.

Leo drives his hips against you, groans when he feels how wet and welcoming you are just because of him. Every ounce of self control has left the room, it left his body the second his lips found yours.

Reluctantly he detaches himself from you but only with the purpose of guiding his cock into you. That initial breach never stops catching him off guard, it never stops making his eyes roll in pleasure as he pushes inch by inch into you. From nothing to cocooned, nestled in your heat that he swears is perfectly made for him. He groans, eyes shutting briefly from the sensations of how you tremble around him.

Leo’s needy, he wont ever admit to it out loud but its palpable. It’s in the way that his mouth has to attach itself to yours again in a hard kiss. You’re overwhelmed in the most delicious of ways, with his hips slowly moving just like his mouth does. Both sensations purposeful, demanding. You kiss him back to the best of your abilities, trying to find your rhythm in the chaos of emotions that run through you. You feel stretched, you feel suffocated, you feel so very loved.

His mouth is still on yours, kissing with just a little more intensity, molding his lips to yours just as his thrusts pick up pace. You feel him up, from the sides of his plastron to the hard rippling muscles of his shoulders. He’s wonderful to touch, to feel the distinct features of his skin against your own, to experience every little jolt of pleasure you bring him. Such simple little vices he can never ignore, because he is so truly obsessed with you.

Leo’s mouth moves from yours to your neck with a particularly hard thrust. He bottoms out inside of you with a bite to your neck that makes your breath hitch. It’s dizzying, twists the inside of your heart with it all. When you move your head to allow him more space to mark, you catch the low churr that breaks goosebumps across your flesh.

His teeth sink a little harder, until the soft unblemished flesh has a pink hue that soon will give way to green and blue. Leo takes a second to lean back and admire his handiwork, admire that you’re already moving against his every thrust with every intention of getting off. God, he’s obsessed with the image, with your desperate need.

He has to smirk at your desperation, look upon your sweaty flesh as you lean back and raise your hips enough to drown him. He’s enamored with your spasms, the tightness he feels when you clench and beg for him to fucking move, to please fucking move.

“Tell me then,” And you know what he’s wanting.

“I’m yours, just-fuck!” Is all you manage when he props himself up by his forearms and honest to goodness just simply fucks you. His teeth find your collarbones and soon enough another bruise will blossom to remind you of him.

There’s a frenetic energy that overtakes him when you return the favor, when your own teeth find his shoulder. While you don’t possess the ability to break his skin, the intent alone has him thrusting harder, faster. “You feel…so god damn good” He mumbles against the corner of your mouth, and it’s so punch drunk of him to sound like that. He can’t help it, has to lift your legs a little more, make that tension build to its crescendo. There’s an ache burning on the backs of your thighs, both from the position and how hard Leo is holding them.

He catches your stare, sees how your eyes beg for him to keep going to please keep going.

His mouth finds your calf, teeth biting down on the sensitive flesh when his hips just begin to piston. The bed protests but it’s not important enough right now, you’re barely able to speak let alone worry about the bed meeting it’s end at the hands of Leo fucking you into it.

Leo’s lost inside of you, but his lips move from your calf to mouth ‘I love you’ with just that hint of boyish charm that made you fall for him. You try to say it back but your body decides it’s time to revert back to factory settings. You feel just how tight you get around him, enough to make him moan and fall forwards. The pressure of his body, the unrelenting force of his thrusts.

You feel hot and sweaty and suffocated.

But above all things so utterly in love.

“That’s it, that’s it!” He moans against your neck, the all too familiar stutter of his hips alerting you to his own orgasm. You chant his name, all assortment of cuss words when that warmth fills you up. Exaltation, Leo fills pure exaltation when he fucks his release deep into you, marking you and securing that something of his remains within you.

He’s panting against your neck, the hard plates of his plastron moving against your own soft chest.

Leo nuzzles you, snout greedily inhaling you. You’re both tired, but never tired enough for the lazy kiss he begin to give you. You’re on autopilot, following his lead but too content to care if your kisses are sloppy.

He feels warm against you.

He feels so utterly perfect inside of you.

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gloomysoup · 9 months

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a thought while i'm in my post-concert depression/steddie writing brain mode...

this could possibly fit several different fic ideas i have, but the main piece i'm connecting this to right now is my one omegaverse fic where eddie leaves to go make music w his band and steve keeps his pregnancy a secret. and the thought is that song on fire by nickelback would absolutely be something early career rockstar eddie would have written about steve.

like just picture this with me for a second:

eddie is in love w steve. he wants nothing more than to tell steve how he feels, but he worries that steve won't feel the same. he's afraid of rejection. he's afraid of ruining the good thing they have going. he doesn't want anything to change. and then the band gets a record deal. they have to move to a different city, hours away. he wants to ask steve to come w him, but he knows he won't. steve can't leave hawkins. at least, eddie doesn't think so. he never asks. he just leaves.

he doesn't know that steve is pregnant. steve doesn't even know until like at least a few weeks, maybe longer. who's to say? steve never tells him. he doesn't keep up with anything corroded coffin is doing. it hurts too much. he doesn't want to think about eddie being out there like that. it just made the pain worse any time he tried, so he stopped trying.

eddie is struggling to write new music. everything he writes is about steve. it's about pain and heartbreak and losing the best thing you've ever had. it's all about grieving something he never had and living with the consequences of his own actions. the band knows. they understand. the label doesn't. it's not what they signed up for. it's not what they think is gonna sell. they threaten to replace eddie, or drop the band altogether, if he doesn't give them what they want. he needs to get this out of his system. so he sits down and writes a song.

the pre-chorus comes first. it's the easiest. the simplest. it's what he's been trying to say all along.

i write lines down, then rip them up / describing love can't be this tough

the first verse is easy too. it's honest. painfully so.

the first words that come out / and i can see this song will be about you / i can't believe that i can breathe without you / but all i need to do is carry on / the next line i write down / but there's a tear that falls between the pages / i know that pain's supposed to heal in stages / but it depends which one i'm standing on

the chorus and bridge are his strongest, but they're also the hardest for him to write. Which every word, with every page ripped out and crumpled in a pile on the floor of the shitty apartment they're all crammed into, he's closer and closer to an epic breakdown.

i could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke if / i could throw it in the river and watch it sinking slowly / tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon / play it for the world, but it won't mean much / unless i sing this song for you

light this old guitar on fire, i'd still hear the notes / drown the melody in water, i'd still hear its ghost / sing it with somebody else, but we'd be out of tune / play it for the world, but it won't mean much

he doesn't expect much to come from it. he just needed to get it out. he needed to channel his energy into something. he doesn't even intend for anyone else to see it. He write it on his acoustic, barely even considers what it would sound like with any other instruments. he is fully prepared to rip it out of his notebook, lock it in a box, and never look at it again. and then gareth finds it. maybe gareth likes the lyrics, or maybe he just thought eddie needed to do more with it. maybe he tries to convince eddie to call steve. i think eventually he shows it to jeff and freak. they like it. they think it's good. they ask eddie to play it. he's reluctant, but i don't think he can hold out on them for long. i think they're persuasive, at least with eddie. he has a hard time saying no.

they make it a whole production. they write the rest of the music. they show it to the execs. they like it, at least a little bit. enough to give the song a spot on the next album, if they can tweak it and record it in the studio, mix some sounds. so they do. it gets a spot on the album, at the very end. it's the second to last song. it's not very popular among the general public, but it becomes a relatively well-known fan favorite. it's liked enough. they rarely play it live. eddie can't bear playing that song, a song he wrote for steve, live in front of any sized audience.

i think somewhere down the line, long after eddie comes back to hawkins for the first time since he left, long after he finds out about the pregnancy that everyone hid from him, and after he and steve finally work things out, he does play it.

the first time he plays the song, it's sitting on the couch in his house right outside Indianapolis. the house he bought for steve, so they could stay close to everyone they loved. eddie had enough pull by then, maybe they changed labels or got a new manager. the band is doing well. they have a nice following, big headlining tours, money. they a couple platinum records. the song falls through the cracks early on. it never gains any real traction in the industry. it's a small song on an early album that most people don't pay much mind to. but eddie needs steve to hear it.

so he sits on their couch with an acoustic in his lap. steve sits beside him, watching with so much love and adoration in his eyes. the pups have long since gone to bed. it's just them. eddie plays. he doesn't look at steve once, not until he strums the last chords and the vibrations fade out. and when he does, steve's eyes are shiny with tears. there's a small smile on his face. he tells eddie he loves him. eddie thinks maybe he can play the song without it hurting so much now.

the song gets added to the setlist for their next tour. and it's only because eddie knows steve is going to be there. their pups are going to be there. his family will be watching, safe on the sidelines. he doesn't have to worry about them. he no longer feels the same deep-rooted sadness that he used over this song. and as the song starts, the stadium quiets. the crowd is no longer screaming. at least, not as loudly. and not that eddie can tell anyway. he's not paying attention to them. he looks over and finds steve, standing in a sectioned off space with security blocking them from the rest of the crowd. he hand one pup on his shoulders, the other clinging to his leg. Eddie smiled at them as he steps up to the mic and begins singing.

he doesn't look away until about halfway through the song. it was only going to be a quick glance, gauge the crowd's reactions, and then he realizes that it's brighter than he thought it was before. the stadium is lit up with lighters from almost every hand. so many voices song the words back at him. his eyes land back on steve, who is smiling and singing with him.

everything is perfect. it doesn't hurt anymore. he's found his way back home again.

so anyway that was WAY longer than i intended it to be but it's there. the thoughts have escaped. now you have to live with this too. you're welcome.

(also if i started a permanent tag list for like all my little bits and bobs now that i'm kind of posting semi-regularly ish?? would anyone wanna be on that? lemme know ig idk)

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Hi I love your work! You write them so well that I wish I could be in the story. Could you write something cute and fluffy for Phoenix? Its really hard to find good fluff for female characters compared to male characters.

lipstick.

natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.

￫ description: natasha fixes up your make-up one evening but you have other ideas.

￫ c/w: kissing, fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i haven’t actually written any full fics for natasha, so i couldn’t say no to this idea dear anon! @lilacfairy-13 thank you so much for being my beautiful muse for this piece. this is part of seb’s soft sunday. find the other fics here! 💌

“Stay still!” Natasha ordered once more with a laugh following after her firm tone. Her thighs were planted firmly over your torso, keeping you pinned down to your mattress underneath. She was leaning down to meet your face with her makeup brush.

Being a pilot meant she had a steady hand as she was trained to keep the aircraft level, however she could not keep a steady hand as you giggled and fidgeted underneath her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop it now.” You took a deep breath to compose yourself through your nose and steadied your face, tucking your lips together to hold yourself from bursting into another fit of laughter.

You closed your eyes again and her brush glided over your right eyelid with ease and composure. She leant back and cocked her head once to the left and then once to the right to admire her work. She nodded in agreement with herself and dipped the brush back into the pallet to add another stroke of colour and blend them together.

“Mm, I feel like your canvas right now.”

“That’s because you’re a work of art in my eyes, angel.”

Your eyes fluttered shut again as Natasha leaned back down to add the new colour to the edge of your eyelid. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew Natasha was wearing a love sick smile right now at her romantic one liner.

“You excited for tonight?” Her voice was quiet again as she was close to your face, her eyes trained cautiously on her movement. You could feel her warmth fan over your cheek and they instinctively turned a rosy red underneath her. ‘No need for blush’, you thought.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just still so nervous, what if they don’t like me Tash?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah but, these are your squad friends. You literally perform life or death missions with them, they’re basically family. What if they don’t like me?”

Natasha pulls away from your statement. She can sense the worry in your wavering voice and your eyes opened to catch hers.

You weren’t exactly wrong. The Dagger squad were Natasha’s family now and sure she knew Jake could pull some awful jokes from time to time, but no matter how many times she seemed to reassure you, you were still worried stiff about meeting them for the first time tonight.

She took your hands in hers still wedged over your torso. “What can I do to make it easier, baby?”

Natasha saw the cogs turning in your brain as you genuinely tried to come up with a serious answer, but all that dawned on your face was that signature playful smile that she’d come to love so much about you.

“Kiss me, kiss me better!” You protested dramatically with your head thrashing about in turn.

Natasha barked out a laugh and came down to still your face as not to ruin your make-up but also so she could press her lips to yours.

“Come here, you.”

Her hands let go of yours and she cupped your cheeks instead, letting her lips press feverishly against yours. Your head lifted off the pillow to meet her touch and you let out a soft little moan against her that was immediately swallowed by her searing kiss. She pulled away briefly only to place one, two, three and four kisses repeatedly against your lips.

Like a Doctor that had prescribed their patient love sick medication, she pulled away and picked back up her make up brush.

“Better?” You hummed in agreement and fell back against the soft pillows underneath. A blissful smile was plastered on your face and your eyes fluttered.

“Your eyes are done, lipstick now.” She switched out her make up brush for the lipstick colour that would match perfectly.

She leaned back down to your face and painted your lips. She went to pull away put you leaned up as far as your torso could whilst being trapped underneath her and pressed your lips back against hers.

“I thought we could wear matching lipstick?” You cocked your head to the side admiring the small smudge that was now painted on Natasha’s lips.

She padded her finger on the edge of her lips and looked down at her finger, noticing her lips weren’t fully covered.

“I think I need a touch up.” And she leaned back down to finish off what you started.

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horsegirlwarcrimes · 14 days

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bury's tips to ACTUALLY combat writer's block

a lot of the time when you hear writers talk about writers block and what you can do to fight it, the advice that you hear is 'just write'

i took this to be true for a long time, and it's not the worst advice or whatever. at the end of the day anything you want to get done w writing does need to be solved by simply writing. but it took me until i was writing much more regularly to realize that actually thats nonsense

there are totally things you can do to help w writers block! ive been experiencing a bout of it recently, so i thought id share some tips partially to help out those who might read this, and partially to help myself out of that same slump

FEEDING THE MACHINE. in my experience, a lot of the time writers block is less of a blockage getting in the way of a flow of creativity and more like a machine running out of fuel. thoughts, ideas, and emotions CAN come from nowhere, but... usually they are coming from somewhere! i get my worst writers block when i am bored, under-stimulated, or stuck in my real life. try getting out into the world and doing something you don't usually do. this can be wild and exciting, or small and plain. take a different route home than usual, go for a drive somewhere cool, take yourself to a garden, bookstore, museum. if you're stuck at home try a new hobby; draw a weird picture, bake something, bird watch. this is really my top advice for myself at least, and something i have to remind myself when im despairing my own worth and dedication as a writer. you cant pour from an empty cup! you cant make something out of nothing! theres no point scraping yourself dry without trying to fill yourself back up.

FEEDING THE MACHINE... DIFFERENTLY. same principal applies here, but with what stories you are consuming. what actually got me to start writing and posting fic regularly was starting work in publishing that meant i was reading 1-2 books/manuscripts every day. they were often outside my usual reading genres, and sometimes i genuinely hated them... but they were food for the machine. the brain doesn't care if you like books about cows, the brain cares about variety and expanding its horizons. read something new and interesting! try a classic. try getting into queer classics you've never heard of if you're tired of old white men. read a murder mystery or a biography of a cool person or the history of the romance novel or frued's melancholia. try that new fantasy novel youve heard good things about. even if you only end up reading three chapters, thats still something new youre giving your brain. documentaries are also great for this if you're not feeling a new book; sit back and learn something.

CLEAN UP YOUR ENCLOSURE. humans feel yucky when we're in a yucky environment. cleaning is often exhausting and annoying and it sucks, but so is sitting in an environment that makes you feel bad. try clearing off your desk or table. set something nice you like nearby! choose a sunny spot to work in.

TALK YOUR IDEAS OUT. i really struggle with this one, because i dont like bothering people and im really embarrassed about my ideas, especially in the planning stage. it can really help though! try talking to yourself in the shower like you're being interviewed about your work. try going on some chat site, find a stranger to talk to, and infodump until they leave (or stay and you've made a new friend!). ask around for someone who wants to chat ideas; you can share yours, they can share theirs. if you have a loved one who would listen, ask if they would sit down for 45 minutes and let you talk.

LIMIT DISTRACTIONS. this one also sucks but yknow. turn on forest: stay focused. close discord. ask your dog politely to stop barking. get off tumblr and stop writing advice posts about writers block. turn on some ambient music and rain noises or chappell roan's red wine supernova on loop.

may add to this later as i think of others, but the point here is that writer's block isn't laziness and, even if you do in the end just need to write, there are ways to uplift yourself and make doing so more pleasant. these also dont fully apply to what i think the actual cause is of what we often call 'writer's block,' which is just exhaustion and lack of free time; i wouldn't consider that in itself writer's block. these tips are more for when you have that time, or you're making it, but you just cant seem to make it happen.

#“but bury these also sound like tips to combat depression!”#yes.#guy who is currently job hunting and has no money to go do things o(╥﹏╥)o #must remind myself its normal to struggle for inspiration when every day is just. wake up. worry about finding job. try to find job.#clean something. go on tumblr. go on discord. read some fanfic. sleep #no that sucks the brain needs flowers and fun and sunshine to thrive #buryspeaks.mp3 #a lot in this case #writing advice #writers block #writing #fic writing #fandom #fic writers

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merakiui · 7 months

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I honest to God need to share this with you cause as a Trey fan...this has me in a chokehold so damn bad >///> (Also why the fuck did I come across this beauty in the morning Dx I'm trying not to squeal like a feral motherfucker!!!)

https://youtu.be/qogqNzo8Hlw?si=L-JQAZrktu-LW3Gp

Trey + Octavinelle uniform 🛐🛐🛐

I hope you love it just as much as I do. I'd help formulate writing ideas for this, but my sleep schedule's been shit the past few days x.x Also, I'm so glad I came across your blog months ago ♡ I first read your Princess AU fic for Azul and holy fucking crap, as if I didn't love this character enough, you sealed it ♡ Android Jade really got me going!! You written him so fucking well, plus it sealed my fate on him being my top tier favorites as well ^^ (I'm lowkey curious on where things would go if you ever write about Android Rollo. May GloMas inspire!!)

I feel bad on saying this >.>, but Floyd was a so-so choice for me at first when going through the game, but because of your fics (and random luck given from receiving both his dorm SSR and Beans Day SSR during the event), damn guy squeezed my heart good ^^ ♡ 100% would have this guy be my designated cuddle buddy.

Thank you for your writing and daily rambles about ideas you've had ^^ they're something I look forward to reading and they get me out from a depression funk ♡ (I hope that's not weird to say ^^;)

I can't wait to read what you have next ♡

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TREY IN THE OCTAVINELLE UNIFORM????? OH MY...... OTL I think he and Jade should switch dorms for the day. <3 seeing them in the different dorm's uniform!!!!! >w< so cool... Jade should just switch dorms whenever he's fed up with Azul and make it his goal to travel to each one as if he's on world tour lol. He's already spent time in Pomefiore. He should make Heartslabyul his next stop hehe!! But omg Trey!!!!!!!!! OTL OTL OTL he would have so much fun using the lounge kitchen to bake all kinds of yummy, sea-themed treats. I volunteer to be his taste-tester. >:D

Also, thank you so much for reading and enjoying those fics!!!!!! I'm always happy to spread Octavinelle love. (˘ ˘ ˘) they are a very wonderful dorm who keep me in a consistent chokehold.

And android!Rollo omg!!!!! GloMas gives me many inspirations and all of them are about Rollo. I love him a lot. T_T <3 android!Rollo is an android who hates all other androids (despite being one himself ;;;) and he's determined to protect you from the influences of other androids. I'd imagine him as a housekeeping android of sorts who handles domestic affairs within the house (cooking, cleaning, etc). It takes a very long time for him to actually embrace his own emotions and humanity, but when he finally does he is a force to be reckoned with.

Floyd is a fun case for me because I also wasn't a very big fan of him initially. Actually, both of the tweels did not catch my attention. ^^;;; I'm not sure when I started liking him or what caused me to like him, but I'm happy to be a Floyd fan. He's so cute and sweet and I would definitely make him my cuddle buddy, too (also he's so so so fun to write for omg!!!!). And Jade... >:( Jade Leech. >:( I am his hater (affectionate means of saying I love him a lot). The grip both eels have on me is so embarrassing because without realizing it I unconsciously started doing that thing Jade does where he covers his mouth with his fist when he laughs... he's infected me with his mannerisms... orz I need to be lobotomized to get the eels out of my brain!!!!!!!! >:(

Thank you for reading my writing and daily rambles!!!! I'm very happy they can be enjoyable and can help you out of depression funks (it's not weird to say at all)!!! I will continue to write yummy meals for you to read and love!!!! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

#twisted chit chat #pandaforcexd #jade leech is me and i am him <3 #it's like that phenomenon where you watch a movie and then use that as your entire personality for the next week #only this is completely unintentional and i only just realized it LOL

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madsworld15 · 3 months

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Somebody Heal Me, Hold Me, Make Me, Know Me - Fic 2 of my Asexual as Folk Series

Part 1 - 3k words

April

Brian woke up with a start. It took a moment for his brain to make sense of everything. The pristine white halls and overwhelming fluorescent lighting were sharp against his tired eyes. A glance at the clock on the wall indicated that only a couple of hours had passed since he’d discovered Justin being attacked outside Babylon.

Brian shifted, forgetting that Emmett was propped up against him. The other man moved off Brian’s shoulder and stretched. With Emmett’s form detached from him, Brian leaned forward and rubbed his hands down his face. It had been years since he’d felt this heavy and empty all at once. Not since he’d finally escaped his parent’s home.

“I’m gonna get some coffee. You want anything?” Emmett’s voice was soft and gentle.

Brian straightened up and looked at his friend. He stared, trying to process what Emmett had said. His brain was moving at a snail’s pace, the words caught in wet cement on their way to the processing center. Finally, he understood and shook his head.

Emmett stood up and moved to leave.

“Wait,” Brian heard his own voice, but somehow it still felt foreign.

Emmett stopped, his face expectant but patient.

“We, uh, we should tell Daphne.” Brian bit his bottom lip.

Emmett sat back down, “I don’t know her number.”

Brian racked his brain for the information. He’d known Justin for months now and had met Daphne. He knew where Justin lived, and yet he had no idea how to contact the young man’s best friend.

“I know where he lives.” Brian found himself saying, his voice numb. “I could go there and tell her.”

“You’re in no state to drive. I will go with you. We can take a cab.” Emmett reached out and gently rubbed Brian’s back.

Panic started to rise in Brian’s chest. He knew someone needed to tell people important to Justin what had happened, but the idea of leaving the hospital terrified him. It didn’t matter that he had just offered to go. Right now, his body wouldn’t allow it. The thought of Justin being alone made his heart catch in his throat.

“I-I,” Brian started to speak, but tears made his throat swell. “I can’t…”

This was unfamiliar territory for him. Brian wasn’t an overly emotional person, and he definitely wasn’t one to cry. But, here, he was so choked up that he could hardly speak.

“I can’t…” Brian took a deep breath and tried again. “I can’t leave him alone.”

Emmett pulled Brian against his chest as the tears flowed freely once more. The younger man rubbed soothing circles onto his back. Brian felt the tightness in his chest loosen its hold. The panic began to subside, and Brian felt he could breathe again.

“Tell you what. I’ll call Debbie and ask her to come here and sit with him. That way, you and I can go find Daphne to tell her.” Emmett’s clear head gave Brian a bit of his security back.

Brian nodded. Emmett rubbed his back one last time and then stepped away to call Debbie. A few moments later, he was back with the reassurance that Debbie would be here shortly. The two friends continued to sit in the hallway in silence. It was still the early morning hours, 3 am to be exact, so the area was practically deserted. Brian wished more than anything he could whip out a few dollar bills and get into Justin’s room. He just needed to see the man for himself to believe he was still alive.

They were close enough to the ICU now, having moved from their initial bench after the doctor had previously left them. Close enough that if Brian strained, he could hear some of the noises going on.

Brian cleared his throat, “Do you think they called his mom?”

Emmett was about to answer when, as if summoned, the woman appeared. Her hair was in shambles around her face, and her eyes looked bloodshot – as if she had been crying for hours. She made eye contact with Brian, and her shoulders dropped. He could tell she was relieved to find her son wasn’t alone.

“I’m so glad he has friends here.” Her voice was watery and quiet. “I was out of town and had to rush back.”

Brian got up from the bench and offered the space to her. She took it without another word.

“I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Jennifer, Justin’s mom.” She seemed to suddenly remember that these two men, whom she’d only met once, might not know who she was.

“I remember,” Brian muttered softly.

“Ok,” Jennifer’s eyes welled up with tears again, “Did they tell you guys anything?”

She dug in her purse and pulled out a crumpled tissue, “Oh wait, probably not. You aren’t family.”

All of this had transpired over a period shorter than a minute. Brian’s brain was still playing catch-up when Emmett’s voice rang out in response.

“Actually, I lied to the doctor earlier and said I was his older brother. They told us everything they could at the time.” Emmett crossed his hand over to Jennifer’s knee and placed it down in comfort.

“That’s good,” Jennifer whispered to her lap, no longer able to look either of them in the eye.

“We were going to go by his apartment and tell Daphne, but Brian didn’t want him to be here alone, so we were waiting for Debbie to get here.” Emmett continued in his naturally calm manner.

Jennifer looked up at Brian, a little confused, “Who’s Debbie?”

Brian rubbed his hand across his mouth as he searched for the words to best describe who Debbie was to Justin. He settled on the simplest answer.

“She’s his boss at the diner. Debbie kind of adopts wayward gay kids. She adopted me when I was a teen looking to escape my family. She took Emmett here under her wing when he first moved to Pittsburgh. Basically, Justin is one of her boys.”

“Oh.” Jennifer nodded and blew her nose. Brian turned away. It was hard enough to deal with his own emotions; he couldn’t bear other people’s as well.

His chest started to tighten once more. Justin was somewhere beyond his reach, fighting to stay alive, and Brian was here, unable to help. When he was a kid, and his father was hitting him, Brian had promised himself he would toughen up. The minute he was old enough to fight back and harden himself, he did. By the time he’d met Mikey, he was already pushing himself to be stronger than he looked in order to throw off would-be bullies. He’d always had a scrawny frame, but Brian could pack a punch with the best of them. Only this time, his strength hadn’t helped anyone. Let alone the person he —

How did he feel about Justin? Sure, he instinctively looked out for him, as inexperienced with the world as he was. And yes, he’d told Michael and that doctor they were together, but what were the words to express what he felt? This is why he didn’t do relationships. Feelings were messy and hard to define. Plus, he wouldn’t be hurting this much if he’d just ignored the lad all those months ago. He wouldn’t be feeling like his heart had shattered and been shoved back into his chest.

Brian pressed his forefinger and thumb onto the lids of his closed eyes. He wished he could shut out the world entirely. This was all his fault. Justin wouldn’t have even needed to participate in the King of Babylon contest if Brian hadn’t decided to be a colossal jerk.

The sound of Debbie’s feet preceded the arrival of the woman herself. She immediately wrapped Brian in a bone-crushing hug. She didn’t speak, she didn’t have to. Brian knew exactly what she was trying to say. She’d been like a mother to him for half his life. At this point, they rarely needed words to communicate.

“Em said Justin got hurt? What happened?!”

“Some assholes jumped him outside Babylon. Didn’t Mikey tell you?” Brian looked confused. He was sure Michael would’ve informed his mother after he left the hospital hours ago.

“Haven’t spoke to him since before you guys went to the club.” Debbie cupped Brian’s cheek and looked him over. “Have you slept, honey?”

Brian gave Debbie a small smile and shook his head. Just as he was sure she was going to admonish him, the doctor from earlier arrived. His face looked unemotional, impassive. It chilled Brian to his core that he couldn’t discern what this man was about to tell them.

He looked from the older blonde woman to Emmett and Brian. Brian could tell he was trying to figure out who was supposed to be addressed in the current situation. So, Brian stepped forward, reaching out and pulling Jennifer up with him.

“This is Mrs. Taylor, Justin’s mom. We lied to you earlier about her relationship with him. We just desperately wanted to know how he was doing.” Brian then looked at his feet, his telltale sign that he was feeling insecure about what was going on around him.

It was a habit he’d picked up all those years ago when his father demanded to be heard and respected. And his mom insisted on children being seen and not heard. Brian knew what he and Emmett had done only a few hours ago was deceitful. Now, the shame of it was catching up to him. Unconsciously his body readied himself for whatever condemnation was going to be thrown at him for lying.

“I know,” the doctor sighed, causing Brian to look up. “Do you really think I thought he was related to the young man in our ICU? They look nothing alike. I felt bad, and I could tell you were the only family here for him at the time.”

“Well, I won’t tell if you don’t, doc.” Brian tried his best to smirk, but his heart wasn’t in it.

“Mrs. Taylor, now that you are here, I would like to fully brief you on your son’s condition. If you could follow me I will lead you to our conference room so we can talk more.”

Brian’s hearing turned to mush, and his brain short-circuited at the doctor’s statement. If they wanted privacy, that meant the news wasn’t good at all. He didn’t have much experience with doctors or hospitals, but he did have experience with the way the world worked. Bad news was always delivered somewhere quiet, comfortable, and secluded. That way, the family could have time to react and process.

A gentle hand on his arm brought his attention back to the present. He looked up and saw Mrs. Taylor looking at him expectantly.

“Brian, could you come with me? Please.” One look at her eyes and Brian knew that she needed someone to lean on in case the news was more than she could handle. Brian could also see this for what it was – an olive branch.

“Uh. Um. Sure.” He was about to follow her when he thought of Daphne. He stopped short and turned to Emmett. “Daphne.”

At that moment, Debbie spoke up, “I have her number. Justin gave it to me in case of an emergency. I will give her a call, don’t worry.”

Her eyes met Brian’s, and for the smallest of moments, he felt like the world was right again. Then he turned around and followed Jennifer toward whatever lay ahead.

The doctor led them to a room filled with a large table with plush chairs all around. Brian held his breath, this was the moment his life would be irreversably changed. Passing over the threshold would carry him somewhere he could never return from. Who he’d always been would be different from now on. Brian didn’t know if he was ready for it, but he also knew that Jennifer needed someone to lean on. He had to be strong, he had to be the protector.

Once they were all seated, the doctor opened up a medical file that Brian hadn’t noticed in his hand before. He couldn’t read much of what it said, but he did notice Justin’s name at the top.

“So, a few hours ago Justin was rushed to our ER with a severe injury to his skull on the right side of his temple. He also had severe crush injuries to his right hand. Beyond that we also found that he had internal bleeding in his abdomen from what appeared to be multiple blows to his stomach based on the bruising on his skin.” The doctor paused to give them time to process what was going on.

“Yeah.” Brian hadn’t meant to speak, but his mouth moved of its own accord, “He was being punched and kicked by three guys when I found him.”

The doctor nodded and made a notation in Justin’s chart. Then he looked up, his face completely serious, his eyes sad.

“I’m going to be completely honest with you. Justin has an extremely tough road ahead. Due to the nature of his traumatic brain injury his brain started to swell during surgery. The nuero-surgeon decided to pause the work he was doing and give Justin’s body some time to heal. He plans to go back in later today if it appears Justin can handle it.”

“While the neuro-surgeon was working on his brain injury, our orthepedic surgeon went about putting some screws in place along the fingers and joints of Justin’s hands in the hope that his bones will be able to heal themselves. In a few weeks she will go back in and fix the nerves and tendons on his hand. At which time he would begin occupational therapy to regain function in his hand.”

Brian rubbed his hand down his face. He knew it wasn’t good the way Justin had been bleeding on the ground and how his hand had looked. But to hear the doctor explain it all, Brian couldn’t get his heart or his head to slow down. He wanted to run away and never look back. Getting as far away from feeling this heartbreak and pain as he could sounded perfect. But, that was the Brian of five minutes ago. The new Brian couldn’t run away, he had to hold on tight. Brian had to be strong for Justin.

“Will he be able to draw again?” Jennifer’s question came out in a hushed tone. Brian had been thinking it but didn’t dare ask.

“It’s hard to say at this moment in time.” The doctor looked like he wanted to say more, but didn’t know how.

“What aren’t you saying?” Brian asked, grabbing Jennifer’s hand in his own.

“Since I first spoke to you Justin’s heart has arrested. We were able to bring him back, but right now it doesn’t look good.”

“Is it because of his brain injury?” Brian was all business at the moment, pushing his fears deep down to be dealt with when he was alone.

“The swelling in his brain doesn’t help the stress already being put on his body from the injuries elsewhere. The internal bleeding will potentially heal itself, but in the meantime it is putting extra strain on his heart. Collectively all of his injuries are making it difficult for his other systems to regulate themselves. We are taking it one hour at a time.”

Jennifer began to sob and it took all Brian had to keep himself breathing. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and allowed the woman to lean on him for strength. While she got herself composed, Brian’s thoughts raced, the same two thoughts circling on repeat.

He could die. Justin could stop breathing and cease to exist.

“Does Justin have a medical directive in place?” The doctor’s voice floated in the space between them.

Brian didn’t know the answer, he hoped that Jennifer did. If she asked him to decide for her son he wasn’t sure he’d be able to. Sure, they were together, but Brian barely knew the kid. Not well enough to make a decision about his care.

“He doesn’t.” Jennifer stated between wet hiccups. “Do you need to know right now?”

“Considering he’s already arrested once, and we now have him on a ventilator to give his lungs a break, yes. I know it’s a hard decision to make under the best circumstances, let alone emergent ones like this.”

Brian heaved a sigh and rubbed his hand on his face again. This was completely fucked. He couldn’t help anyone make this kind of decision. He looked to Jennifer and saw that she was silently begging him to tell her what to say. Brian subtly shook his head. She had no right putting this on him.

“Can I, um, can I have a few minutes. I need to talk to his father.” Jennifer’s voice told him she was on the verge of crying once more.

The doctor nodded and told her he would come back in an hour to discuss the way forward. The minute he was out the door, so was Brian. He couldn’t hardly breathe and needed to get out of the confining walls of this hospital.

He walked down the hall as fast as he possibly could, ignoring the calls of Emmett and Debbie to get his attention. It was all just too much. Brian knew he needed to present a strong front for everyone else, but inside his thoughts were racing and his stomach was in knots.

Once outside Brian gulped in multiple lungfuls of air. His head was swimming with the fear that Justin could die at any minute. He thought it was bad enough that Justin pulled away when he pushed back on their relationship after his dad died. The idea that he might never see Justin’s beautiful blue eyes sparkling with mischief and snark ever again terrified him.

His breathes came in short, tight gasps as the panic set in. Brian leaned his hand against the side of the building. Tears built up behind his eyes and he fought hard to prevent them coming out. But with his next inhale the floodgates let go and he wasn’t able to stop them. After a few minutes of wet sobs, Brian started to choke. He coughed and then his stomach turned and he was vomiting into the grass.

Once his stomach was done spasming, Brian leanded his forehead against his arm on the side of the building. He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on reeling the emotions back in and lock them up once more. Brian had allowed himself a few moments of weakness, but now he needed to harden up and be the stoic Brian who never gets hurt.

Just then Emmett was there with his arms around him. He directed Brian over to a stone bench nearby and coaxed him to relax against the Southerner’s shoulder.

“He’s going to pull through. Justin is a firecracker. He’s a fighter.” Emmett whispered against Brian’s temple, and Brian found himself able to relax just a little bit.

“His brain is swelling, Em. How does he get better from that?” Brian knew he could voice his fears to Emmett and be met with understanding.

Emmett squeezed his shoulders and hugged Brian against his chest.

“He just will. Human bodies are resilient.”

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #alternate universe #asexual spectrum representation

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sinofwriting · 7 months

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honestly, kind of a crime because pda was soooo good like i downloaded it and im not ashamed to say that. like they were so cute and i just love them and the fact that they're so affectionate towards one another even after 2 years. which is something i really like in your writing is that all of your couple (at least the ones i'm thinking of) are just so love-y towards each other and they're in love and they support one another and just i love them.

i love max being a menace, it definitely shows especially in like private professor where he just handed them invitations at the perfect time to stop the questions which was so slay of him. needed to see some more of the drivers reactions but i was just so happy with the fic. also the max fic with the princess impersonator ((?) i think that's what they're called but maybe not cause like they're not real people but i can't think of what they're called rn) was so good. i really appreciated the fact that he still was there for p even though he wasn't with kelly anymore. him falling in love at first sight(basically) was so cute and i love that!!!

i could definitely see charles being a touchy person, like one of his love languages being physical touch just makes sense. i think he'd be like more comfortable being touchy near people he feels comfortable with like his friends and family especially. but he's not afraid to show his love ya know? im really excited for the charles w ferrari reader too. (tbh im just really excited to read more of your writing)

i mean most of max's braincells are focused on driving so that one braincell is all he has left (i know he's smart) but he's also just babygorl /j. at least he's got great tits to make up for it /hj. oof, i'm nervous about the angst bc i just want him to live his best life and yeah but i am ready for it (i think)

i would love a nickname!<3

TLDR: i ramble, use the word like too much, love your fics, am happy to be here, am excited for what's next, would love a nickname.

I’m a whore for established relationship fics hence why I write so many of them. And pda is like my baby, either and or the written fic or the smau companion piece to it. And I try my best to write relationships as supportive/good (i won’t use the word healthy because healthy is different for every relationship). The affection between them was my favorite thing to write. PDA is regarded as fairly gross or immature, if it goes beyond holding hands or a quick peck on the lips and I’m just like… why? I too am like Logan in PDA, if I want to kiss or cuddle my (hypothetical) partner I’m going to do it, I don’t care if I’m in public. Also you downloaded it??? Brb need to cry. That is so sweet.

Max being a menace is canon in all my fics, I don’t think I’ve written a single fic that either is for Max or has Max in it where he isn’t somewhat a menace. In Made For Each Other, we have Max causing issues with PR. In Private Professor, we once again have a bit of PR and then also him just handing out invitations and the universe rewarding his chaos with the FIA official coming in before anyone can ask any questions. And then in Causing Problems we have Max being a menace but moreso in the assholeish sense and doing what the title suggests, Causing Problems. (also that fic, I don't know what my brain was cooking when it came up with that idea, but damn. I’m messy)

I know what fic you're talking about with Max and princess impersonator! (I literally just reread it last night), that isn’t one of my fics but is a fic that I think I reread about once a week. Honestly though everything by @dilemmaontwolegs is god tier and I can't rec them enough.

Also, Max strikes me as the kind of guy that no one expects to believe in love at first sight (he doesn’t) or for it to happen, but in fic verses, I can see it happening to him. I can see him hearing his friends talk about it and him rolling his eyes, scoffing, telling them not to think with their dicks too hard, but then it happens to him (like in Made For Each Other) and he gives no fucks, that is the love of his life and love at first sight is real thank you very much.

The angst won’t be that bad for the Max fic! I promise! It will be fairly brief (I believe) and will mainly be due to him and his one brain cell that isn’t dedicated to all things racing.

The Ferrari!reader fic, oh Figlia Mia (the name of the fic), it’s going to something. I’m actually going to be posting it in a few hours and I’m hoping people will like it considering some decisions I made.

If you ever want a different nickname let me know! But I shall declare you as ramble cell. Thank you so much for your lovely asks!

#sin answers #ramble cell.anon #*gasp* did i just get my first anon?

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