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hello my loves! so sorry to have been away for so long, a lot has happened in my personal life both good and bad but I do apologize for my sudden absence. thank you to those who reached out to make sure I am okay I appreciate you <333
that being said I will be back with some new content soon
love,
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Happy International Women’s Day
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omgomg I am like halfway through an impromptu fic!
idk if I want to make it sweet or spicy though- dilemma dilemma
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late on this but happy 1 year to my first ever fic 🥳
Insomniatic
Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: The reader has insomnia but hasn’t told Bucky about it until he finds her awake at 2 am
a/n: this is my first fic so it may not be 1000% perfect but I hope you guys like it! Is this slightly self-indulgent? Absolutely! Enjoy
Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work
I do not consent to having my work reposted on other sites, or translations
2:36 am
The red numbers on the clock reminding you that it’s too late for you to be up. You were no stranger to these late nights, in fact, you can’t remember when you weren’t up at this hour.
You sigh and look over at the peacefully sleeping man next to you. It had been way too long since Bucky had slept through the night without waking up sometime throughout.
Slowly, you move the comforter to the side and slip out of bed as to not wake Bucky. You pad through the compound and find it quiet, the rest of the Avengers, either out or sleeping. You find yourself where you regularly find yourself on such sleepless nights: the kitchen. Pulling out a mug from the cabinet, you begin to make yourself a warm drink in hopes of getting yourself at least a little tired before morning.
You’ve been with Bucky for a couple of months now, and he’s yet to see one of your episodes. Usually, he’d be away on a mission or have a rough night where you’d comfort him. Sometimes you wouldn’t even be in the same room, so while Bucky would be having a good night’s sleep, you’d be tossing and turning.
“Another rough night, Y/N/N?” You hear behind you. You turn to find a messy haired Natasha standing in the doorway. You gave her a small smile and sighed.
“You know it,” You groan as you run a hand over your face.
“What’s got you up at such hour? or rather who?” Giving her a mischievous smile, this causes Natasha to give a small laugh and shake her head.
“I don’t kiss and tell.” She smirks as she saunters towards the cabinet. She grabs a cup and walks over to the fridge and fills the cup with water.
You continue a small conversation with the redhead as you finish preparing your drink. You bid her good night and head over to the living room.
Grabbing a nearby blanket, you situate yourself on the couch. You grab your drink and take a small sip as you turn on the tv, making sure to set it at a low volume.
Soon, you turn it off and set the empty mug on the nearby coffee table. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, but not enough to pull you into the deep sleep you’ve been desperately needing. You pull the blanket over your shoulder and get yourself comfortable.
Bucky turns to your side of the bed and throws an arm over in an attempt to hold you. He’s met with a cold, empty spot and that causes him to be more alert. He looks around and finds you no longer in the room. He waits for a moment, thinking you had gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water.
Minutes pass, and with each second, he begins to get nervous, you’ve never been the type to just get up and leave, not without telling him. So he gets out of bed and begins his search for you.
He heads over to the kitchen and finds Natasha, now sitting at the table with Steve, who is sitting across from her, conversing quietly. He greets them both before leaving after seeing you weren’t there. He goes over to the living room, where he sees you, laying on the couch, immersed in whatever 90’s sitcom is being shown.
Bucky sighs as he sees you, wrapped up in a blanket, clearly not have gotten any sleep. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the couch. You move your legs in order to make some space for him.
“Oh doll,” he runs a hand over your head, you give him a hum of acknowledgment. You sit up and place your head on his shoulder and sigh. Bucky places a kiss on your forehead and he goes to turn off the tv.
“How long?” He asks after a beat of silence.
“A while.” You whisper causing him to sigh. For a moment, you both stay as you are before Bucky gets up and tells you to follow him. You get up with the blanket still wrapped around you and tread behind him.
It’s not long before you find yourselves on the roof of the compound. It’s a clear night, and below the never ending bustle of the city. Bucky motions for you to sit down and you do, you grab the blanket and throw over some of it over his shoulders.
“When I first got to the compound, I had many sleepless nights, and one night I got up and found Steve in the kitchen. He somehow knew that I hadn’t been sleeping so he took me up here. Says that this is where he comes when he can’t sleep. Whenever you’re away, I come up here and stare out at the city, it’s quite peaceful.” You look over at him and see a small grin on his face. God, this man has found a way to make you fall in love all over again, it never ceases to amaze you.
You place your head on his shoulder and he places his head on yours. You look out at the city, buildings high and low occupied by fast living people. Cars with passengers with many different stories. Many of which you will never see again. The two of you stay like that for a while. Bucky’s warmth and the city out in front of you slowly lull you into a state of serenity. Bucky notices your breathing even out and waits a few minutes before carrying you back to his room. He places you on his bed and as he goes to join you, he smiles and places a kiss on your head and whispers,
“Sweet dreams, doll.”
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Restless
Poly!Marauders x female!reader
Warnings: mention of nightmares, brief description of mini panic attack (nothing too detailed), reader has hair that can be braided (doesn’t necessarily mean straight)
a/n: long overdue! I’m not too happy with how I ended this, had the right idea but can never figure out how to wrap it up :,)
Please understand that because I am 18+, I do not want minors on my page or reading my work
I also do not consent to my work being reposted on other sites, translated or copied
Nightmares
They’re your minds way of telling you that you’re not safe, even when you’re asleep
The sudden drop of your stomach was enough to wake you. Rather jolt you awake. You laid there, staring up at the ceiling trying to gather your thoughts and even out your breathing. Nightmares plague your nights, not one day passes where you’re not awakened with the memory of loved ones dying, or indescribable monsters attacking. No matter what it is, it’s after you, relentlessly.
Despite being recently awakened, you couldn’t remember what it was that scared you in the first place. You just felt this daunting feeling and now you’re awake, laying next to Remus, who is blissfully none the wiser of your current situation.
You debated waking him, he’d gladly stay up and hold you until you’ve drifted off in his arms.
That’s the issue- he’d do it without a second thought. You’d feel too guilty about waking him from his current slumber.
You sat up slowly, pulling your knees up to your chest. You run your hands over your face in frustration. Looking over, you see Sirius and James, entangled in one another’s arms, soundly sleeping.
Their serenity brews a feeling of jealousy in you. How you wish that was you.
You grab a nearby cardigan (you’re not even sure whose it is at this point) and slip quietly out of the dorm. You don’t even know where you’re going or how long you’re going to be out but you needed to get out of there.
Back in the dorm, Remus, half-asleep, throws his arm over to your side of the bed in order to pull you closer.
Upon hitting the empty side of the mattress, he lazily patted the area in search of your warmth. In a sleep-ridden haze, he became increasingly aware that you weren’t in bed, opening an eye, he peaked around to look for any sign of you. When he didn’t see you or your shoes, he assumed you were in the bathroom, and that seemed to calm his mind enough to go back to sleep.
You found yourself outside, breathing in the cool air of the night. A light breeze surrounded you, now ever so grateful that you brought some coverage. Ultimately, you decided that a midnight stroll around would be your best hope.
Wrapping the beige-color cardigan tighter around your body, the welcoming scent of James’ cologne overwhelms your senses. You fiddle with a loose thread on the left sleeve, no doubt the work of Remus during late night study sessions long after everyone else is asleep. The barely noticeable, yet, clear as day stain near the end aisle of buttons brings you back to the day when Sirius and James had a butterbeer drinking contest, the golden liquid dribbling down either side of the boy’s mouth, ultimately staining the cardigan, the rambunctiousness of the event was enough for Remus to chastise the aforementioned boy, going as far as to continue shoving drink after drink while you kept encouraging James.
The moon, acting as a guiding light as you make your way through the dark grounds. After some time aimlessly walking through, you decided to make your way back to the boys’ dorm.
For some reason, tonight was just one of those nights for Remus, when he simply could not get comfortable. The soft mattress has become a bed of stones, he hypothesizes that the floor would be much more comfortable at this point. As he’s dramatically throwing himself to face your side of the bed, he feels your side to be cold. This causes him to immediately sit up, messy tussles of hair standing in all directions. He throws the blanket off of him and sets out to the common room where he supposes you’d be.
Just as you’re welcomed into the common room, you’re startled by Remus’ sudden presence.
“Where’ve you been, bunny?” He pulls you into his side as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest.
“Can’t sleep.” He manages to make out the muffled words and sighs.
“Had me worried when I woke up and you weren’t there.” You mumbled an apology that would’ve resulted in a quirked eyebrow and quick scolding.
He ushered the two of you up to the room and back to bed. Sleep didn’t come easy for you that night, and when you finally did fall asleep, you jolted awake every so often. The same feeling you get when you’re dreaming that you’re falling. You knew that sleep was very important to Remus, always making sure that none of you stay up late and always making sure to get an early start to your morning, much to James’ dismay.
After what felt like a lifetime, you managed to drift off. Not long before you’re awoken by screaming and Sirius shaking you awake. You can hear Remus calling your name and a caressing hand on your head. You’re quick to realize that the screaming is coming from you. Your heart beating erratically and suddenly feeling like there’s not enough air in the room. You try to sit up but the most you can do is prop yourself up onto your elbows as sobs begin to escape from you.
To your left, you see Sirius running into the room with a glass of water and some cookies, shoving them into Remus’ hands. You’re looking at the situation in front of you but you cannot seem to focus, everything is too loud, too bright, and too overwhelming.
“Y/N/N? I need you to take some deep breaths for us, honey. Here, feel my heart- In and out.” Remus is sitting next to you, attempting to direct your breathing but you can only see straight ahead, hand limp in his hand.
James’ anxiety always skyrockets whenever one of you is in distress, he finds himself never doing enough despite having done the opposite. He’ll often look to Remus for instructions but always finds himself trying by one’s side bringing in his own form of comfort.
Sirius remained stoic, scared out of his mind for you; he didn’t know what to do, internally kicking himself for not jumping into action right away. He wanted to hold you- close to his chest and hide you away from all the pain in the world.
After another couple of minutes, A single tear slipped out, the sudden wet contact against your skin startled you. Your eyes drifted between the boys, a mix of worried, scared, and overall concern pales their faces. Teary eyes lock with James, his eyes full of sympathy and kindness. One after another, tears flow and a sigh of relief is released from your lungs.
After a beat, Sirius is the first to speak.
“What happened, bunny?”
“Haven’t-” A hiccup escapes
“Haven’t been sleeping well- nightmares.”
James leans forward and places a delicate kiss to your forehead, his hand cupping your face.
“How long?” Remus’ head cocked a tad to the side.
“‘Dunno, while maybe.” You mumbled. He taps your chin to get you to look at him.
“Know you’re tired, but I need you to speak clearly, honey.”
“I don’t know, few days?”
“Is that why you weren’t in bed last night? Y’had a nightmare?” You nod.
“C’mere.” Sirius holds out his arms and you crawl right into them
“This can’t continue, you know.” You nod.
“Siri’s right, Y/N/N, you need hours of uninterrupted sleep, running on 10 hours of sleep throughout a span of a few days isn’t healthy. Tomorrow, we’re going to see Pomfrey, see if she can give you something for the time being.” Remus smiles halfway as he notices that James has pulled you away from Sirius and begun braiding your hair.
The rest of the time the boys spent doting on you, making sure you were satisfied. You were hungry? Sirius brought you a plate of fruit. Thirsty? Remus made you a warm cup of tea. Need affection and cuddles? James practically pushes the two out of the way to plop himself beside you. They felt for you, they really did, nothing was worse than seeing their favorite person in the world in misery and not being able to do anything themselves. They’d take away all of the misery and pain at the drop of a hat if it meant that you were safe and happy all the time.
#poly!marauders x fem!reader#poly!marauders#poly marauders#poly marauders x reader#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#james potter x reader#mel writes
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stay tuned tomorrow for a very long overdue fic 👀
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posting Sheriff Hassan gifs trying to make me a whore
our version of a smoke signal
it worked did it not?
#mel rambles <3#sister wife grey#I’ve been drooling over this man for so long it’s not even funny anymore 😭
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Rahul Kohli as Sheriff Hassan
Midnight Mass | Book II: Psalms
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so cute! my heart
mm imagine being really anxious at one of tony's parties and finding comfort slow dancing with loki to get ur mind off it (bonus points if its enimes to lovers 💜💚)
enemies to lovers seems too complex for a blurb but here !!! all the cuteness
you’re nervous, and really, you know there isn’t any reason to be. you’re surrounded by loud partygoers, but you’ve never been safer than surrounded by super humans and gods celebrating around you.
it’s the noise — and bodies bumping into you, that keeps you on edge. you’re not a fan, preferring a quiet evening curled up with a book, not shouting over music and raising your glass to toast the inventor.
a shudder rolled down your spine, the oxygen tight in your throat as claustrophobia set in. your eyes desperately scanned the room for someone, anyone, to recognize your distress, but you felt as if you were drowning, unseen in the crowd.
tears started to well against your waterline, your body ignoring the internal pleads not to cry in front of everyone. of course nobody was paying attention, and you could’ve blamed it on something in your eye, but helplessness pushed you to tears.
you shouldered through the people, trying to get out, away from the noise, anywhere but there. the beat of the music twisted your stomach, hands trembling as you forced open the doors that led onto one of the huge glass verandas.
cold air swept you up, surrounding you in relief as the noise dulled, the balcony door closing behind you. city lights of New York glittered in your eyes, dancing beneath you like a million tiny stars.
“are you alright, love?” loki’s calm voice startled you, the man previously unnoticed in the dark.
“just anxious,” you confessed, inhaling the cold.
“there is way too much noise in there. too many people,” he hummed, affirming your own distaste for the event.
“how long have you been hiding out here?” you questioned, smiling as he moved to lean against the railing beside you.
“since they started drinking.”
“sorry I crashed your private party,” you apologized, leaning off the railing, preparing yourself to return to the madness.
“you’ve done nothing of the sort,” loki’s delicate fingers twisted around your wrist, pulling you back into him before you could go inside.
he beamed at the small sound of your shy giggle, his arms closing around your waist as your fingers twisted into the dark hair at the nape of his neck.
“dance with me?”
you rested your head against his chest, breathing in the smell of peppermint and pine, letting him gently guide your movements to sway. his heart beat beneath your cheek, steady and strong, bringing your anxiety down, along with his thumbs gently rubbing the small of your back.
after a few moments, his nose bumped against yours, tilting your head up to catch your mouth in a kiss. his lips were warm and soft, gentle, but spreading fire through your veins as they molded against your own. his grip tightened on your waist as your lips parted, allowing him in deeper, losing yourself in the god.
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LIKE …?????? HELLO?
excuse me while I get on my knees
y’all… not to be a whore but David Harbour as Santa Claus??
AND THE MAN BUN GODDAMN
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y’all… not to be a whore but David Harbour as Santa Claus??
AND THE MAN BUN GODDAMN
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I started writing the TASM!Peter Parker fic
I’ve hyped it up too much in my head that I’m worried it won’t live up to my standards 💀
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MEL I KNEW YOUD COME THROUGH FOR ME
ANYTHING FOR YOU BBY🫶🏼
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OMF THE HOLD RAHUL KOHLI HAS ON ME 🤤
free use with sheriff Hassan (midnight mass)
cw: implied consent, degradation, light spanking
a/n: i'm a flanaverse whore, so i had to <3
the house smelled like soup, a storm brewing outside, threatening all the inhabitants of the tiny island. you’d been ordered to stay inside, left in your small house near the beach, waiting for the sheriff to come home from securing the marina.
you’d barely seen hassan all week, the interruption to your active sex life making you agitated. you were a pent-up ball of sexual frustration, so much so that the night before you’d told your husband that you’d be happy if he fucked you over the table while he went about his routine. you didn’t care, you were simply desperate. with the storm, the new monsignor in town, and beverly terrorizing the island, hassan had been rather neglectful of your needs, coming home late at night and practically passing out as soon as he sat down.
you were stirring the pot of soup when the sound of the front door alerted you of your husband's arrival, his heavy footsteps in the foyer. you called out a greeting, but didn't move away from your task, assuming that like always, he would be right back out the door or straight into the shower before crashing for the night.
you never blamed him, he was a good sheriff, something important in the unsettling island where evil was often lurking.
"hassan!" you gasped, nearly dropping your spoon as his hands suddenly found your waist, muscular body towering over yours.
"make sure it doesn't burn, doll," he murmured, fingers wrestling open the button on your jeans.
hassan yanked down your waistband, baring you in the kitchen, in front of the window, where any of the local parish could walk by and see if they were being particularly nosy. he didn't care, hassan was drunk on the need to be inside of you, heavy and aching with arousal.
"what are you doing?"
"you said you were so desperate to be fucked I didn't need to ask. knock it off with the attitude and bend over for me," he answered firmly, holding your jaw in his hand, waiting for you to obey.
you leaned forward, resting your elbow on the counter as he kicked your feet apart, salivating as your wet sex came into view. a gasp escaped your lips as your hips were knocked forward against the edge of the counter, hassan never having any restraint on his force, nearly knocking your pot over.
you were so suddenly full and despite knowing that he had told you to keep cooking, you blindly shut off the stove as your vision tunneled, your husband making you cockdrunk in seconds.
"can't listen, can ya?" he slapped your ass, the loud crack rattling through the kitchen and the sting spreading through your skin.
"you... said not to burn it," you answered through clenched teeth, being dangerously snide with him.
he fucked into you hard, his fingers dropping off of your clit, taking away the extra pleasure he had awarded you. hassan tugged your hair back, connecting your lips in a fiery kiss as your back pressed to his chest.
"been missing your smart little attitude," his voice was deep, but his tone loving beneath.
"please, fuck me all night," you begged against his lips, desperately rocking back against him.
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October 3rd: subspace / domination with the marauders
cw: d/s, poly!marauders, overstim, heavy subspace, pet names, praise, oral
your head was already fuzzy, up in the clouds from how distant you’d slipped from reality. everything was overwhelming lately, and you’d finally broken down to beg your lovers for some much-needed stress relief.
they knew what you meant of course, always so attuned to your needs. each of the boys had noticed the way your tone had a whiny lilt to it recently, and the doe-eyed gaze and soft compliance to their instruction.
here you were, late on a Friday evening, knelt between remus’ legs as he gently stroked his fingers over your hair, your cheek pressed to his inner thigh. the fire was warm in the hearth, glowing softly over the four of you. James and Sirius watched you intently, already feeling you fading the moment you’d nested at Remus’ feet.
“bunny?” james affectionately called to you, smiling as your eyes opened just enough to gaze at him beneath your lashes.
Remus gently pushed you toward james, watching as james hauled you onto his lap, kissing you heavily. it was filthy, all tongue and slow and sensual, his hand cupping your panties as he did so.
James hardened at your soft sighs, smirking when your hips rolled against his hand, searching for more friction.
“what’s the rule?” remus’ stern voice broke through the clouds in your head.
“service you first, ‘ve got to earn it,” you answered obediently, lips forming a pout as james adjusted to stand in front of your kneeling figure.
“take his cock like a good girl,” Sirius encouraged, draped lazily over remus as the two of them watched the lewd sight.
james freed himself from the loose Gryffindor sweatpants, waiting as you opened your mouth, letting him in as his fingers tangled through your hair. you were trying to be good, sucking him off as best you could in your faltering mindset. gags had tears rolling down your cheeks, turning James on further as he continued to fuck deeper into your throat. you barely registered his firm encouragement to relax, your nails digging into his creamy thighs as you struggled for oxygen.
“no, gentle.” James chastised, his palm lightly slapping your cheek, not really enough to hurt, but enough to startle you into behaving.
you dropped your hands from clawing at his legs, letting him finish in your mouth, petting your stinging cheek as you fought to swallow his load.
“good girl,” James’ praise soothed your submission, dropping you even deeper into your space.
you didn’t move, knelt before james, waiting patiently to be guided, the three finding endearing and sweet.
Remus helped you up, carefully undressing you out of his jumper — and the now soaked — panties that hugged your hips.
“sweet thing, did you get turned on?” he hummed, lightly brushing his finger through your folds, feeling how wet you’d gotten just from sucking off james.
you shuddered, overly sensitive for the lack of attention you’d received, leaning into Remus, wanting to bury yourself in his safety.
“have to get you off—“ you protested when he tried to push you onto the bed, remembering the rule that you came last, and only if you behaved.
truly, in your state, Remus wasn’t sure how much more you could take, full sunk into subspace and focused only on pleasing them. he let you, watching carefully, searching for any signs you were nearing your limit, even as your hands wrapped around him, stroking firmly in a way that left his hips stuttering.
“f-fuck,” he swore as you squeezed his balls, licking the precum off his head.
the exclamation made you hesitate before Sirius assured you weren’t in trouble, encouraging you to keep helping Remus, softly praising you for doing a good job.
you preened under their approval, whining when Remus pulled away, coming into his hand instead of on your face. he knew that had you been a little more with it, you’d detest him painting your chin and neck with his release, often a punishment for poor behavior. he had no intention of letting you experience any discomfort in your state, aside from James’ light discipline.
“shush, you’re not in trouble,” Remus smeared a kiss over your forehead, pushing you down onto your back.
“padfoot?” your little voice finally questioned, searching for Sirius, wanting your dom that had the softest spot for you.
“hi bunny, you’ve been so good, such a good girl,” he praised, climbing over you and settling his hips between your legs so he could kiss you.
nothing else mattered for a moment, other than his lips on yours, your fingers lightly pushing into his hair. he was hard, rubbing against your core, dry-fucking you lazily as he invaded your senses.
“no, I’m going to taste you,” Sirius stopped as your knee hooked over his hip, trying to angle him to fuck you.
“I haven’t-”
“relax,” he firmly kissed you once more before climbing down, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed and kneeling between your thighs.
your knee draped over his shoulder, your back arching off the bed as soon as his tongue delved inside if you. Remus and James watched as you writhed beneath Sirius, crying out in ecstasy, your mind fully gone as orgasms exploded through you.
Sirius kissed the inside of your thigh, laughing gently as you trembled around him. your eyes rolled back as he pinned your knees to your shoulders, fucking you deep and slow. you clung to Sirius, your face buried in his neck, warm skin muffling your moans.
you barely registered him finishing, consciousness melted as your head rested in james’ lap, remus taking a washcloth to clean up your mess.
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“you know, Ernest only has lovely things to say about you”
what if I cried?
#mel rambles <3#the chokehold jess has on me#mel talks gilmore girls#<<< new tag bc you best believe I’m going to talk more ab my fav show
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