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Just out of curiosity if you could make a gif set or a single gif of vi running to caitlyn in “the boy savior” episode, I looked everywhere online and didn’t find anything 👀👉🏻👈🏻
ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x07 - "The Boy Savior"
#caitvi#vi#caitlyn#arcanedit#arcane#s1 ep7#type: gif#media: arcane#hopefully this is the scene u wanted#enjoy!#requests#rav3n-pascal22#answered
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You’re Mine, Little Dove
(Joel Miller x Female!Reader) 18+
Summary: You’ve always loved walking at night, but an unexpected visitor goes from the most terrifying to most erotic night of your life.
TW: predator/prey dynamics, ropes, blindfolding, gagging, non consent, consensual non consent, oral, fingering, unprotected P in V, dirty talk, pet names (little dove, baby girl etc.)
A/N: I can’t say much without giving anything away, but this scene has been so fun for me to write. I’m tagging @untamedheart81 @beboldbebravethings @rav3n-pascal22 and @spookyxsam since you 4 wonderful people had such amazing support for my last story. And because delulu is the solulu, I’m also tagging @swiftispunk and @thetriumphantpanda because they’re both incredible creators and I truly admire their work.
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You’ve always loved the night, and since getting promoted at work walking in the dark has become your way of winding down. Your friends think you’re crazy, blabbing on about how it’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be out there alone. One even suggested buying really dark sunglasses and walking during the day. You all laughed at that as you sipped rosé, but it’s not the same. For one, the summer sun in Texas is way too hot most days, but it’s also too “peopley” during the day. You want the solitude and quiet that comes with the dark.
All day you’re interrupted and expected to do things outside of your lane. Take work for example, today you were asked to take meeting minutes for a meeting that the team you lead isn’t even a part of. You lead a team, and have an assistant of your own who takes meeting notes, doesn’t that team lead have an assistant who can do that?
Probably not. He’s an arrogant prick, you think to yourself. But he’s the boss's son so he gets away with it. And because of that, you agree. You always fucking agree. Always happy to help, never saying no.
Here in the night though, it’s just you. The night doesn’t ask you to do anything but sleep, which you will do after enjoying the cooler summer air on your skin as you wander through the park behind your house.
There’s also a slight edge of danger to it that entices you. The park is well-lit, but who knows what could happen in the darkness between the casts of yellow light from lamppost to lamppost. Those darker spots might be your favourite, just a few steps away from the safety of the light.
You stop in one of those dark spots, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the sky, taking a big cleansing breath in.
Silence. Calm. Peace.
You hold your breath for a few seconds, silence ringing in your ears before you slowly exhale. Just before you open your eyes, two strong arms wrap around you. A hand clamps over your mouth, the other arm other snakes tightly around your waist, pinning your arms down with it.
Silence, calm, and peace, were quickly replaced with fear, terror, and panic.
A solid wall of a person leads you to the grassy, non-lit areas of the park and you realize you have never known fear before. The fun fear of a roller coaster or haunted house, yes; but never true heart-stopping fear. Your stomach drops and everything inside you is yelling to fight.
“Don’t scream, little dove.” A deep voice rumbles through you. If it wasn’t for his massive form holding you up, you’re sure you’d fall over.
This doesn’t happen here. This is a safe neighbourhood where you know all your neighbours. For a second you think it’s a joke, someone sneaking up on you that you know, but it’s almost midnight on a Wednesday. Who would be up at this point?
As he pulls you along your fear evolves into terror. You’re frantically trying to catch your breath through your nose as every happy memory floods through you. The sparkly pink bike you got when you were six. The first time you saw white sand and crystal clear blue waters. Watching your best friend get engaged. How proud your parents looked when you got promoted last year. What was the last thing you even said to your parents?
His strong frame forces you to the grass. He places a knee on your back, holding you down as he ties your hands with a scratchy rope. Your mouth is free as your forehead rests on the grass.
Scream. Now.
You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Why can’t you scream or at least look back at him to see who he is so you can describe him to the police?
Oh god, what if he doesn’t let you go?
Just as you open your mouth to try to scream again he gags you and then blindfolds you. You’re pretty sure it’s done with silk ties, but you really can’t be sure.
“Good job, little dove.” He coos in your ear as he helps you up. “You’ll be rewarded for keeping quiet.”
He leads you through more of the grassy fields. You try to map out which house you’re headed toward in your mind’s eye until you’re interrupted by the sound of crunching gravel under your shoes. You assume you’re in an alley or street as you hear the clicking of a car door.
Your overly conservative father's voice comes into your head. “You can’t go out dressed like that. Boys will get the wrong idea. You’re inviting them to take advantage of you.”
That was years ago. You’re an adult woman now, with a degree and a mortgage. You know your clothing isn’t an excuse for this man’s abhorrent behaviour, but maybe you should have changed from your denim skirt and tight black top.
As you hear the vehicle door open the panic begins. Your breath comes in shorter and shallower, and it feels like your heart is thumping in your throat. You’re sure your captor can hear it, or at least feel it through the skin of your bicep that he’s gripping so tightly. A whimper escapes you as he hoists you into a back seat and slams the door.
“Don’t cry, little dove.” He says from the front as he starts the engine. “It’ll only entice me.”
Fuck. Fuck. You’re dead. Or trafficked. How could you not have screamed?! You let him take you, but did you stand a chance either way? You could feel his chest on the back of your head when he grabbed you, he was probably a foot taller than you. His strong hand was large enough to practically cover your whole face. He was the predator…you were the prey.
You calm your breathing and focus on the turns the vehicle takes as it pulls out of your neighbourhood, not letting the tears fall, you refuse to give him that sort of satisfaction.
It feels like you’ve been driving for hours before you finally come to a stop. He hasn’t said anything from the front seat. No music played. As he turns off the car you can hear the sound of a garage door closing. You’re royally fucked.
The door near your feet opens and you scramble to the other side of the vehicle as your instincts to fight ignite. A strong hand grabs your ankle and pulls you forward. You kick blindly with your other leg, screaming through the silk that’s wedged between your teeth. He catches your other ankle, squeezing them both together with one hand and binds them together.
He hoists you over his shoulder and lays a hard spank across your ass, eliciting a squeal as the walls of your pussy clench a little. “Behave, little dove,” he says cockily. You can’t see him, but you know he’s smirking over how easily he overpowered you.
You try to say ‘fuck you’ through your gag.
“Oh, I intend to.” He says as he takes you inside and up the stairs.
He drops you down on a bed and undoes the gag. “Tell me your name.”
“Touch me again and I’ll rip your dick off.” You spit.
He chuckles a little while straddling you and lifting the hem of your shift, exposing the soft skin of your stomach. “I love it when my little doves talk dirty to me.”
He places light kisses along your skin and you squirm to try to get free, but his large frame has you trapped and your arms and legs are useless if they’re bound. A deep moan from his chest shoots straight to your core, sending a new wave of arousal as your body starts to betray you.
“You’re a fucking coward,” you say with as much hate as you can muster, trying to ignore the want that’s spreading through your traitorous body.
He lifts your shirt higher, exposing all the skin between your bra and denim skirt, continuing to place soft kisses and light nibbles along your skin.
“I only want to make you feel good, little dove.” He says in a husky whisper, “How does that make me a coward?”
God dammit he feels so warm against you. You push his soft lips and deep soothing voice out of your mind and focus back on the fear, terror and panic you felt earlier.
“Capturing someone in the night. Binding them. Real men aren’t afraid of the fight.” Taunting him is incredibly risky, but if you entice him enough he might untie you and you can fight like hell to get free. He couldn’t have taken you far.
His kisses cease. You almost let out a whimper of protest at him stopping. Are you this desperate for touch? You have a boyfriend.
“Is that what you think, little dove?” He shifts to be straddling your hips, leaning forward with both forearms on either side of your face. He brushes away some hair that has stuck to your lips. “That I’m not a real man?”
You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach as you try to squirm free. “Yes, you’re fucking pathetic.”
His lips move to your neck. Wet kisses moving from your ear to your collarbone. You’ve always been a sucker for neck kisses and with sight being taken away, your sense of touch seems heightened. Shit, his lips feel good and at this proximity, you catch a faint smell of leather and cedar. He trails his tongue back up before gently biting your earlobe.
Fuck, a small shiver runs down your back and your breath hitches as you squeeze your thighs together.
“I’ll make you a deal, little dove,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “If you can keep your breathing steady for the next 5 minutes, I’ll untie you and remove the blindfold.”
You feel dizzy by the closeness and gentleness of him. “And if I can’t?” You breathe.
“If you can’t…I’ll untie your ankles and remove the blindfold. I have a feeling you have beautiful eyes.”
You swallow hard, contemplating your options. He kidnapped you. He doesn’t have your consent to any of this, but based on the wetness that is now coating your thighs, your body doesn’t seem to get the same message.
You take a deep breath before saying, “Deal.”
Before the word has fully left your lips, he’s ripped your tank top completely open. His fingers work the front clasp on your bra as he whispers that he’s sorry about your shirt and starts placing hungry kisses down your neck. Your breasts are completely exposed to him, the cool air turning your nipples into stiff peaks.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says as he cups both your breasts. His tongue swipes along the left nipple as his thumb caresses the smooth skin underside of the right one.
You remind yourself that he kidnapped you and try not to let your body and breathing betray you, but your thighs squeeze tighter for relief and your mind is swimming.
His tongue swipes harder before he moves over to the right one, sucking it into his mouth and rolling the other between his fingers.
He’s playing you like a fiddle. How does he seem to know exactly what you like?
He releases your nipple with a pop before gently blowing cool air on it. He latches back onto the left one, swirling with his tongue and your hips involuntarily buck forward as your breath stutters.
“Good girl, little dove.” He says with a low growl, coming back up to be face to face. “Looks like I win. Your hands stay tied, but I’ll free your ankles and take off the blindfold.”
His minty breath hits your nostrils. Fuck, my hands!! How could you have forgotten about your hands? Shit. You can’t believe you let this monster make you feel good.
He slips the blindfold off and you blink a few times, adjusting to the dimly lit room and taking in the man on top of you. Fuck, monster he is not. His curly dark hair is pushed back and you can see some salt and pepper around the temples. He has patchy facial that you couldn’t even feel when he was kissing you, he was being much more gentle than you thought. He’s handsome and rugged…if anything, this man is your type.
“I was right,” he says, his deep brown eyes staring right into you. “You do have beautiful eyes.”
Now that he sees you as a person, you might be able to elicit some sympathy.
“P-please let me go.” You say, holding in tears.
He tilts his head to one side, a small smile revealing a dimple that makes you melt a little. “Let you go? We’ve only just started, little dove.”
The fear starts to come back again as he shifts to untie your ankles. “Please don’t do this.”
He kisses up your thighs and speaks between kisses. “Sshhhh…let me make you feel good and then you can go home.”
You should kick or flail or do something, you had your best chance just seconds ago, but his warm, soft kisses had you too distracted. You start to think this man wouldn’t actually hurt you. But he is hurting you by forcing you to be here in the first place, isn’t he?
You look down at him to see him lying beside you, head propped in one hand near your hip as the other trails up and down your legs. His features are soft, eyes wholly focused on the tiny goosebumps he’s leaving on his skin. His hand slips between your thighs and tries to part your legs, you’re suddenly unsure if you’re squeezing them together to ease the throbbing of your clit or out of fear.
“Open your legs for me, little dove.” He says as he kisses the tops of your thighs.
You shake your head as the tears you were holding in roll down your cheeks. He’s right near your knees now, you could draw one up into his jaw, but those big chocolate eyes are looking up at you so lovingly.
He get up, walks towards the end of the bed and grabs your ankles. Like the flip of a switch, his look turns harsh and angry before he pulls you to the edge of the bed. Your skirt hikes up around your waist from the motion and he licks his lips as he wedges his body between your knees, spreading you apart enough for him to see you glistening for him.
“Tsk, tsk.” He says while shaking his head and lowering himself slowly between your legs. “Walking alone at night, in this little skirt with no panties?”
He lowers himself between your thighs and you begin to realize just how broad he is as your leg muscles cry out from the stretch. The rest of the room comes into view. There are handcuffs and ropes, along with paddles and whips hanging on the wall. There was no escaping this man, and your curiosity is peaked by the ropes you notice around the bed frame.
“Perhaps you’re not a little dove after all.” He taunts, looking at your wide eyes as they take in the room. He’s going to take what he wants from you and you barely fought it. You’re enjoying his words and touches, even more so now that you see how incredibly handsome he is.
“Please.” You whimper, making eye contact with your captor. Though you aren’t sure if it’s a plea to stop or keep going.
“You look even more gorgeous spread out for me like this. So wet. And warm.” He’s looking at your cunt like it’s the newest wonder of the world. “Doesn’t look like she has gotten the attention she needs lately. Does your boyfriend not know what he’s doing?”
His warm breath hits your core as he speaks, sending waves of warmth from the base of your spine out to your fingertips.
“He….” you aren’t sure what to say. You love your boyfriend, “he does. He just isn’t…skilled.”
A gentle kiss is placed on your mound, right above the spot that’s aching for attention. “Poor baby. Do you need me to take care of it, little dove?”
You clamp your eyes shut. You shouldn’t. This is wrong. But your traitorous pussy has other plans and you very quietly whisper yes.
His mouth is on your before you can even process what you just agreed to. A flat, wet tongue laps from your entrance to your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. He groans deeply as he tastes you, sending a rumble straight through you. You cry out loudly and arch your back, pushing yourself into him.
“Good girl.” He says before doing it again. “I want to hear you enjoy it.”
His mouth continues to keep you on edge. Rotating between licking and sucking, adding pressure until you start breathing heavily and then easing up. You’re right on the edge, but he’s not letting you over.
“Please. Please let me come.” You beg.
He stops, looking at you with a cocky smirk, revealing that fucking dimple again. “That boyfriend of yours has been mistreating you, little dove. So worked up.”
You let a whine when he stops and begs some more. “Please. You feel so good.”
He slams two fingers deep inside of you. You’re so wet that it happens with ease and when he curls his fingers forward, right to that spongy part, you start to feel like your bones are dissolving.
“F-fuuuuuck,” you gasp.
His tongue begins to flick against your clit again, gently at first as he works you with his fingers. You can feel your arousal dripping down his hand and pooling under your ass. He starts applying more pressure with his tongue and you know that he’s going to make you come. Hard. And with your hands still tied behind your back you won’t be able to push him away when you become too sensitive. Too overly stimulated.
“Come on my little dove,” he says between licks. “Show me how good this feels.”
Your orgasm hits with a force you have never felt before. Electricity feels like it courses through your entire body and you scream out to the room, legs shaking as you cover his hand and mouth with your arousal. He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking as your orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and you try to roll away.
“S-Stop. S’too much,” you gasp. “Please.”
He pulls his fingers from you, pinning your hips down with his forearm making you a prisoner to his tongue. He’s going to make you come again.
“I can’t,” you huff as you try to escape.
“Ssh, little dove. You can take it.” He keeps sucking and licking your swollen bundle of nerves.
Your body starts to shake, the word no escaping your lips over and over. You mean yes, but this man is overwhelming you with pleasure in a way no one ever has before, and you don’t know if you can take it.
He moans against you as he sucks, that same rumble from earlier, it consumes you and that’s what does it. You come again, grinding shamelessly against his face as he smiles up at you.
“Good girl. Fuck, I am going to ruin you for every other man. No one is going to make you come as hard, or as much as I will. Roll over.”
The fact that he’s taken you against your will is not even in your mind as you slide back into the bed to roll over. He pulls you up so your knees are resting right on the edge, fully on display for him.
“Such a perfect little pussy. And a perfect girl. Being so good for me.” You hear his belt and jeans hit the floor. Glancing back you see him naked from the waist down, pumping his cock in his hand. Your eyes widen at the size of him.
“No. It’s not gonna….I can’t do it.” You crawl up the bed to get away, laying flat on your stomach.
He climbs up behind you and hitches one of your legs up before aligning himself with your soaked entrance.
“Relax, little dove,” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. He pushes himself into you and you tense up at the size of him.
“You need to relax, baby girl.” He says deeply, “Take a deep breath. You can do this.”
You do as he says, looking over your shoulder at him and breathing deeply.
He pushes into you more, not breaking eye contact. “Good girl. Make room for me.”
He’s stretching you almost to the point of pain but you listen and breathe. The more relaxed you are the better it feels. There can’t be much more left for him to get inside of you.
“Almost there. You’re such a good little dove. One more breath baby.” Finally, you feel his hips pressed against your ass. He stays still for a second and you grind back into him.
“Fuck, stay still for a second. You’re so tight.” He gasps. Pride fills you that this big man can be brought to pieces by just the tiniest wiggle of your ass.
He takes a few breaths this time before he starts to move. He starts slow. Moving halfway out and then back in a few times. You need more.
“Fuck me,” you moan. “Please. Ruin me for other men like you promised.”
A hard smack lands on your ass cheek before he pumps in and out of you. He’s rough with you now, grabbing your hair and pounding as deep as he can after pulling out to the tip.
“You won’t be able to walk for a week.” He grunts before releasing your hair and spanking you again.
It’s euphoric. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You arch your back more and he lays another slap across your ass.
“You’re not a little dove are you?” He growls as he fucks you.
“No,” you breathe. Barely able to form a thought.
“Tell me what you are.” He says, slapping your ass again.
“I’m yours. I’m your desperate, cock loving little dove.” It comes out as a whine, your orgasm growing closer.
He doesn’t stop pounding into you. “Fuck. That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so well.”
You can feel your arousal soaking the sheets below you, and hear the squelching as he fucks into you. You arch your back again so he can brush against that spot you love so much. He reaches under you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit.
“Oh….f-fuck.” You coo.
“Yea?” He taunts, “You like that? My rough fingers on your beautiful little cunt?”
His words send another rush of arousal to your core, this is wrong. You shouldn’t like this, but you’re not sure you’ll survive if he stops what he’s doing.
“N-no. Fuck you.” You try to sound mad but it hits his ears in breathy moans.
“My perfect girl.” He taunts, “Come on my big cock. Squeeze me with that tightly little pussy.”
Your vision blurs as you start to gush all over him. Your whole body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you, moaning and squealing like a woman possessed. Your legs shake so hard that you feel like you’re in the middle of an intense gym session. Slowly you gain control of your body again and he’s right, you’re ruined for all other men.
“Good fucking girl,” he says as he pulls out and climbs up the bed. “You’re so hot. Open your mouth for me, little dove.”
He pumps himself over you as you roll on your back and open your mouth. His strokes and breathing become erratic as warm ropes of come hit your tongue and face. He lets out a deep moan as he covers you.
He leans in a kisses your lips, not caring about the come on your chin or cheeks, the biggest smile crossing his face.
“Let me get you a face cloth, babe.” He says with a little laugh.
“Thank you, Joel.” You say with a wink. “And please untie me, my hands are asleep.”
He laughs, “I would, but I’m just your unskilled boyfriend now.”
He gently wipes off your face before reaching back and untying your wrists. He kisses them gently before laying back on the bed. “Was that ok?”
You curl into his arms. “It was perfect, baby.”
“Are you sure?” He squeezes you reassuringly. “You seemed genuinely scared a few times.”
“I told you I was in theatre in high school.” You laugh to yourself.
He chuckles deeply as he rubs your back. “I don’t think all of that was acting…”
You glance up to see him smiling at the ceiling, clearly very proud of himself for making you come so hard. “True, I think we need to change the sheets.”
Another gentle kiss lands on your forehead. “I love you.”
“You too, Joel. Very much.”
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I’ve done this once before, but I feel like doing it again. I show a lot of love to my mutuals and friends on here, but I want to shine a light on you, my readers. You mean the world to me.
I started writing in May of last year and your continued support has made this passion all the more fulfilling. I don’t think you all get enough credit for how much you contribute to this community. I want to let you know how deeply grateful I am for comments and reblogs and interactions, your asks, messages. All of it. Your enthusiasm and kindness is invaluable and I appreciate each one of you. Without you guys I’d have nothing! I’m lucky that I get to write and have people as kind as you read and show the kindest support to me. You don’t have to do or say anything but you do, and it truly makes my day better.
Tagged below are just a handful of readers who frequently show their support that I want to thank, but there’s countless more. And to my silent readers as well, thank you just as kindly ❤️ I love you. Thank you.
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we were written in the stars
@swiftiscruff gift exchange ♡
I hope I’m not too late!! I’ve been looking at this exchange all weekend, and I’ve just been trying to figure out what I wanted to say. And after like 40 something hours… I think I’ve got an idea.
First and foremost, I want to say a big thank you to @swiftispunk and @joelscruff for creating such a beautiful little thing for all of us to come together and celebrate the beauty that is love and friendship. I also want to say that what you two have is truly beautiful, and it makes my heart so warm to see what this site has to offer us beyond the realm of the internet walls.
Second, for my gift exchange, I’ve created this little mood board in an attempt to encapsulate the pure welcome and love that everyone has made me feel from the very moment I began my journey on here. And of course, I had to include our favorite man because a good chunk of us, and a good chunk of our friendships, probably wouldn’t be here without him to bring us together.
There’s so much I can say. There’s so much I want to say. But there aren’t enough words or brain skills to truly articulate the way that I feel about the people I’ve had the absolute honor to interact with here on this site. From interacting with my readers (even in the form of a comment, a reblog, or simply seeing your blog in my notifications, I notice it all) to interacting with fellow writers on here, there’s something so real and so raw about the way this community harnesses love and creativity and friendship on here, and I really have never experienced anything like it. It’s beautiful, it’s breathtaking, it’s unreal.
This is getting long. I’m sorry. I guess, what I’m trying to say is: whatever path we’re on, however long it took us to get where we are now, one thing is for sure. The love and the bonds we’ve created here, I truly believe they— we were written in the stars. One way or another, our souls would’ve interacted in some kind of way, and I’m beyond excited to see what more our paths have for us.
You all have truly been my saving grace, in more ways than one. I love you. 🩶
Forever yours, L.
Also ew sorry this looks so gross since tumblr is being weird with the tags right now lololol
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I’m 100% sure there’s so much more that I can name, but I’m sure tumblr will fight me if I tag any more. If I didn’t tag you, it really was unintentional. If I could, I truly would tag every single 1.5k of you (yes, we hit a milestone guys!🥹 I’ll be posting the celebration soon). I love you all. I wouldn’t be here without any of you, truly, so thank you cat and han for giving me the chance to show my love and appreciation. My heart is so so so full.
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The Lake between Us Masterlist
Summary: You can't sleep and often retreat to you back porch with some alcohol, juice and a candle. You've tried everything to make yourself sleep. One night you see your neighbor across the lake between your homes. It seems he can't sleep either. Watching each other drink grows into silent company in the early hours of the morning.
Is there more to this beyond the gazes? Could the two of you cross over the lake and embrace the sweet relief of someone who understands what prevents you from truly resting?
AO3 Link (updated along with Tumblr)
Ezra AU x Seraphina plus size OFC (Nickname is Moonbeam/Sundrop)
Part One - The Nurse who’s frayed at the seams (03/03/2024)
Part Two - The Solitary Captain’s Circumstances (03/10/2024)
Part Three - I see you over there (03/17/2024)
Part Four - What you look like during the day (03/24/2024)
Part Five - Closing the distance (03/31/2024)
Interlude One - A Negative into a Positive (04/03/2023)
Part Six - Gravitational Pull (04/07/2024)
Interlude Two - Tell me about her (04/11/2024)
Part Seven - Merging the Star Clusters (04/14/2024)
Part Eight - Binary Stars (04/21/2024)
*This series is complete as of 04/21/2024* 🥰
Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker
Ezra Masterlist
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#The Lake between Us#ezra prospect#Ezra#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#A Nerdie fic#prospect#ezra x ofc#Ezra x plus size OFC
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Picrew Tag Game
Make a you with this Picrew.
Tagged by @burntheedges today and @thepetitemandalorian a whole two weeks ago (sorry for the wait!), thank you Kate and Ari 🫶🏻
My hair’s much longer and straighter than this, but at least I managed to get the whole ‘pale and extremely tired because she spends all day indoors staring at a computer’ vibe down!
Hmm… who to tag? No pressure, my lovelies: @chronically-ghosted @thatistheway @cherubispunk @whataenginerd @rav3n-pascal22 @syd-djarin @pattwtf @drewharrisonwriter @desert-fern + anyone else who wants to play!
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Happy new year!! I love all of you babes and I hope that 2024 goes your way!! You all deserve it 💕
Sappyish lil cut down here ⬇️
Just wanted to say that this year has put me through some absolute shit, but joining this community has helped so much in terms of my mental health. It means everything to me to know that I always have people to talk to, interact with, and bond with on this app. Its been such a great experience to be able to discover so many kind and talented people.
This is my first year writing fanfic, and I Honestly can’t believe where it’s put me at this point. My love for writing has never really been expressed, but I was able to finally embrace it through this hobby. The welcome I got overall from all of you was just so heart-warming and encouraging, and I can’t thank you all enough. The fact that I can be comfortable interacting on this website despite my anxiety is incredible. I just added everything up, and I have written about 105,000 total words this year. Absolutely mind-boggling.
Want to give a special little thank you to the following for being here for me the most, and encouraging me through it all. Whether it was by comment, message, reposts, inspiration, or general interaction, you have helped me grow and motivated me to write so much more than I would have without your love. @kewwrites @axshadows @amyispxnk @corazondebeskar @anabdaniels @elvinaa @nerdieforpedro @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tupelomiss @strang3lov3 @immarocketman @elvinaa @lincolndjarin @rav3n-pascal22 @joels-shitty-puns @notjustjavierpena @chronically-ghosted @morallyinept (there are more of you, and if you think you should be on this list, you’re probably right! Shoot me a message or a comment! I have a terrible memory, so even if I had you in mind, I could have possibly skipped your username)
And for anybody who needs someone in their corner: please reach out! I am always up for making more friends and encouraging delusions!!
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6 songs from my ‘on repeat’ playlist
thank you for the tag @itsokbbygrl!! 😍😍
But Daddy I Love Him- Taylor Swift
Too Sweet- Hozier
My Girlfriend- TV girl
Love Me- Elvis Presley
Cry Me A River- Justin Timberlake
Espresso- Sabrina Carpenter
tags!@morallyinept @mermaidgirl30 @rav3n-pascal22 @mountainsandmayhem @amyispxnk @pinkcrystal44 @guelyury @iamsherloocked @itsokbbygrl @heartpascalispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @brittmb115 @kotourasan123 @simplewanderer @tupelomiss @heartramen @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts @yorksgirl
no pressure!🤗
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✨Moodboard Tag Game ✨
Rules: Open Pinterest, make a moodboard out of the first nine pictures that show up, and tag your mutuals!
Thanks for the tag @bitchwitch1981 ❤️
Since absolutely none of this is related to our favorite guy, I’ll give you some insight into my life (which is v rare on here) and why Pinterest thought I needed to see these things first.
I’ve been looking at Ouroboros tattoos. I’ve almost decided on the specific look and placement. The meaning behind it has resonated with me and it’ll be my “finally” gift to myself once the paperwork is ready and I file for divorce.
I’m turning 30 in less than a month and I’ve been looking up fun cotton candy candy color scheme to celebrate.
The rest of the pictures are similar to what I’ve saved for redoing my living room. I’m currently in the “let’s paint things on the wall to pick a color” step, and then I’ll actually paint when I commit. I’ve been scouring estate sales and thrift shops to find old, unusual objects to fill my walls and create the perfect room. A lot of the objects will also need some degree of touching up before they can go on the walls, so the DIY portion of this project will take a while, but it’ll be fun. I’ve seen the style considered whimsigoth, dark academia, avant garde gothic - I don’t even know what to actually call it, but it gives me the warm fuzzies. If anyone is interested in seeing my updates as I find/fix my new treasures, let me know and I’m happy to share more 🖤🖤🖤
Tag list: @bitchwitch1981 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @for-a-longlongtime @trulybetty @something-tofightfor @beefrobeefcal @darkheartgatita @darkblue-tennesseee @darkroastreads @beskarandblasters @joelswritingmistress @chronically-ghosted @uudelally @mellymbee @rav3n-pascal22 @pattwtf @itsbrandy @yorksgirl @pearlthegurl @valeeeez @imalrightllama @pedroswife69 @weho2kcmo @modernperplexity @joelalorian @joelsgreys @stylesispunk @harriedandharassed @amanitacowboy @amaraluvsyou @pedrorascal @reddedmiller @mishasminion360 @lovesbiggerthanpride @musesofthenight @cool-iguana @hisandsnakes @yoursoulsunbreakable @prettyinpunk85 @friendswiththemonster78 @cristinalovesfrapuccinos
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Like a bellflower, taglist
Interact with this post to become part of the taglist for my Joel miller fanfiction; like a bellflower <3
🏷️ Tagged:
@orcasoul @ashhlsstuff @rav3n-pascal22 @anyalc0h0lic @morgaussy @joelmillersblog @frecklefacelm @leqonsluv3r @jasminmariesworld @ilovemybrown-eyedbabygirl @dugiioh @enariixx @heartramen
#Joel miller#Joel miller fanfic#Joel miller ff#Joel miller angst#Joel miller fluff#Joel miller smut#tlou#thelastofus#joel miller tlou#tlou fanfiction#Pedro Pascal
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TAG GAME
Rules: share your lock screen, home screen, last song, last pic saved
Thank you for tagging me, beautiful @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog , @party-hearses and @joelslegalwhre 💕
NPT: @morallyinept @guelyury @sheepdogchick3 @wannab-urs @rav3n-pascal22 @paigeispunk @pedroswife69 @nostalxgic @awilderi @pedrit0-pascalit0 @kewwrites @pattwtf
And everyone else 🖤🖤🖤 such a fun idea! ☺️
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what color is your aura?
herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needlefelts, pistachio, laptop stickers. your essence is sage: you are introspective and retreating. everything is organized and planned ahead; you are meticulous, stacking up a card tower you can't let fall. it is difficult for you to untwist your tongue and tell others you need them. you are the observer. you are the writer gone off alone. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, forest, honeysuckle, and seafoam, who share your guarded nature. you are also drawn to the self-expressive sky and apricot, who will help you grow and embolden you to say what you need. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-emotional personalities of rose and cream who ask you to be too vulnerable.
i took a separate aura color quiz recently and i got green+brown so i think it's safe to say this is accurate! a blog makeover may be in the works soon... 🌱🪵
thank you for the tag @chronically-ghosted! i hope you don't mind i copied your formatting bc it was just so pretty!! 🍑
share your auras! @rav3n-pascal22 @yespolkadotkitty @idolatrybarbie @oonajaeadira @psychedelic-ink @axshadows 🌈
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If Only In My Dreams
Zach Wellison x fem!reader
Warnings: Fluff; smidgens of angst; mentions of war; a little Christmas magic.
Summary: It’s never been harder to be in love with a marine when the man in question is overseas for the holidays.
A/N: Sorry to get all depresso but….this past October I lost my father very suddenly. My biggest supporter; my best friend. Mom and I barely made it through Thanksgiving and now Christmas is hitting me hard. I’ve spent the last week thinking how I’d give anything to have him here for the holidays, and my angst spawned this idea. Everyone, please remember to cherish your loved ones, especially during the most magical times of the year. I hope that 2023 will be a better year for all 😊
You can’t recall a Christmas that’s ever felt colder. Even with the fireplace roaring you can’t seem to feel the heat. His embrace warms you more than any flame.
He’s been gone for a year but it feels like 10. True to his word there hasn’t been a day where you and Zach haven’t spoken via Zoom, or a week where there wasn’t a postcard from parts unknown waiting in your mailbox.
The last letter you’d received had been accompanied by a small box. A ring box. An empty ring box. At the bottom of the postcard, following his missive, was a P.S.
“Think about it and get back to me.”
You didn’t have to think about it; you’ve had the answer locked and loaded since the day you’d met Zach Wellison. Now you just need the man to give it to. Home safe and sound.
That odd letter had arrived a week ago, and only silence followed. Now here it is Christmas Eve and you’ve never been more aware of your loneliness. The lights on the tree don’t seem to twinkle; the hot chocolate just doesn’t taste as sweet. All of the holiday magic has faded away, replaced by a heaviness that settles into your head and your heart.
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You’re halfway through “Elf”—vaguely chuckling at the absurdity of Buddy’s holiday antics—when there comes a knock. You fly to the door faster than the narrator in “Twas the Night Before Christmas”, eager to investigate your late night visitor.
A FedEx driver is the last person you’re expecting to find shivering in the snow on your porch.
“Don’t you folks get the day off?”
“Not as long as there are still important Christmas packages to deliver into the right hands.”
He hands you a small cardboard envelope and instructs you to sign on the dotted line. You watch him wander all the way back to the warmth of his waiting truck before tearing open the envelope and fishing around for its contents.
You can only stare in awe at the diamond ring that falls into your palm, glinting like a snowflake that’s caught the light of the moon.
“Well, what do you say?”
God, you hope it’s not a dream; a holiday hallucination. There he stands on your front lawn, stateside, adorned in his fatigues and rucksack at his feet.
You’re off the porch and tearing through the snow, launching yourself into Zach’s arms with enough force to send you both falling into powder.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he chuckles, wrapping you in those arms you’ve been longing for. You’re instantly warm regardless of the slush filling your pajamas.
“It’s always been ‘yes’, Wellison.”
He slings has pack over his shoulder and carries you inside just as the clock strikes midnight.
“Looks like I made it just in time. Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
Zach doesn’t let your feet touch the floor until you’re beneath the mistletoe.
@grimeylady @rav3n-pascal22 @mamacitapascal @insomniamama1 @pedrosbisch @emmaispunk @lv7867 @reonlouw @hawaiianmelodies @pascalsky @pascalpanic @heythere-mel @healingstardust @delorena @pedropasxal @caesaryoulater @kiizhikehn-cedar @hellovanessax-deactivated202209 @fangirling-alert @fromthedeskoftheraven @axshadows @dragon-scales88 @spacepastel-blog @spideysimpossiblegirl @pbeatriz-blog @hauntedmama @mswarriorbabe80 @horton-hears-a-honk @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage @a-trial-run-on-paper @oonajaeadira @foli-vora @dhadiirah @felicisimor @practicalghost @luz-introvertida @amneris21 @hb8301 @tanzthompson @littlemisspascal @dobbyjen @supernaturalgirl20 @alexxavicry @harriedandharassed @trickstersp8 @neganwifey25-blog @twistedboxy @emiemiemiii
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ten songs + ten people
rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten other people.
thanks for tagging me @cool-iguana! ♡
"black mountain side" led zeppelin
"you first" paramore
"missing u" robyn (BANGER)
"our house" joni mitchell, graham nash
"fuerza" kibi james
"super rat" honeyblood
"shepherd song" keleketla!
"i know you know i love you" sunset rollercoaster
"only in my dreams" the marías
"why" fleetwood mac
what a mix lmao
tagging: @darkroastjoel @citrusrei @eddiemunsonsbedroom @daddy-din @pedritoferg @pattwtf @javiscigarette @bearsbeetsbeskar @rav3n-pascal22 @mycandyduck
sorry for the influx of tag games, i was catching up! lol LOVE U
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I wish you a Merry Christmas 🎄
@rain-on-kamino @rav3n-pascal22 @insomniamamma @littlemisspascal @thewaythisis @theewokingdead @omgreally @mrs-djarin-89 @icedragoness @foxlace @luckylulu82 @fangirlingcentral @pascalisfrenchpunk @miss-faraday-me @commander-neyo @joelxmiller @ebenenoir @novemberrain-writes
And all the others 🎄
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V - Thighs
Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series
Frankie Morales x Belinda (plus size OFC)
This fic and my blog are for readers 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 489
Summary: Belinda's question throws Frankie for a loop, but he makes a quick recovery.
Warnings: unprotected P in V, cockwarming, aftercare (because Frankie's a gentleman), thigh riding, implied oral sex (male receiving), an actual adult conversation in there...somewhere
Notes: This one is very smutty. Surprisingly so, but also sweet I think.
Main Masterlist/ Frankie "Catfish" Morales Masterlist/ Only Parts of you Mr. Morales Series
“Did you want to move in with me Frankie?” Morales hears Belinda’s question but just looks up at her. She’s warming him from above, letting him soften within her before they clean up and get some sleep. Her eyes are slightly watery, making them glow from the soft bedside lamps they’d left on in the room. Leaning her forward, Frankie lays Belinda on her back, but remains within her. “Frankie, I-” He doesn’t want her to speak quite yet. He just wants to remember this moment, one he’d never thought would come and he wasn’t sure she wanted.
“Belinda, you’re sure you want me to? It’s not just because we’ve been, whatever we’ve been doing.” Finally, he pulls back and follows his normal routine of cleaning them both up. She follows him to the bathroom and stands behind him while he’s running the water to warm the washcloth. Belinda’s hands ran along his back and she peeked her head around his broad frame, her chin nestled against his upper arm.
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want you, Frankie. You can come home here with me.” Her hands travel down his body from his back, torso and then to his thighs. Strong enough to support her, strong enough to collide with her own from the front and back. They carried Frankie along in life and he looked damn good in the cargo pants he often wore. He met her gaze in the mirror, closing his eyes. It sounds perfect to him. Frankie pictured it in his mind, coming home at night to her on a consistent basis. “We’ll make it a home for the both of us. Just think about it.”
Turning to face Belinda, Frankie lifts one of her legs and places her foot on the top of the closed toilet seat. He takes the warm washcloth, cleaning her as he kisses her forehead, then neck. “I don’t need to think about it, Belinda. My apartment lease ends in two months but I’ll move things in before then.” He switches the washcloth to his other hand and cleans himself, putting it in the sink. She was going to take the cloth and put it in the hamper but Morales took her by the hand back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed and pulling her on top of him. “Mi bizcochito (My little cake), ride my thigh.” She grinned and stood back up, running her hands down his chest. Fingers glided over the swell of his belly as she squatted and placed herself at Frankie’s altar.
Dotted with small coarse hairs, she watched as the muscles tensed in his thighs when she bit into one, flicking her tongue along his skin. “No, you’re going to let me take care of you for a bit, Morales. Stay still for me.” Belinda’s osito (bear) growled at her concentrated efforts before they shared lunch in their future dining room.
Nose, Hair, and Hat. Arms
Believers in Frankie's Thighs: @yorksgirl @megamindsecretlair @guelyury @magpiepillsjunior-deactivated20 @legendary-pink-dot
@bitchwitch1981 @katw474 @rosecentury @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings
@trulybetty @maggiemayhemnj @schnarfer @rav3n-pascal22 @bishtrouille
@alltheotps @pedroshotwifey
#frankie morales#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#frankie morales fanfiction#frankie morales smut#frankie catfish morales#francisco catfish morales#frankie morales fanfic#frankie Morales x ofc
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