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bilosan · 6 months
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buddie + parallels with madney/bathena/henren
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sersi · 1 year
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GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014 - 2023)
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buffysummers · 1 year
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Effie Trinket in The Hunger Games (2012-2015) [requested by panemgif]
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 6 months
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Congrats on passing 5k followers, you really deserve every one of them!! I'd love to see a little blurb about reader finding out former bf/husband Graves didn't actually die. Whether she was 141, shadows or just a civilian doesn't really matter too much to me, whatever strikes you with the most ideas haha! Thank you! 😁
—Sleeping On The Porch
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ
╰┈➤ ❝ [As it turns out, your husband never really died. It's safe to say you're not overjoyed.] ❞
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You stare at him from the entrance of the door, eye twitching at the bouquet of flowers as the night air settles in. 
Phillip’s face is tight with tension. 
“C’mon, Sweetheart,” he chuffs a fake laugh through his accent. “Surprise.”
Your lips don’t utter a peep. 
The man is worse for wear—his face patched with bandages and his clothes showing the bulk of wrappings underneath. He’d been gone for months; gone from you, your home, your bed. You had thought he had died.  
Seeing him here now didn’t have the same effect you thought it would. Your eyes spark with pure rage. 
“Hey, now,” Phillip tries to move forward but stops himself when your face contorts into a snarl, blinking quickly and holding up his free hand—your wedding band still wrapped around his finger. No word or calls…does he think you’re just going to forgive him for this? “Don't…don’t be like that, now, Doll. I’m home! How about you let me in and we can talk it all out over some dinner, alright? I’ll do all the cooking, you don’t even worry about it.” 
Your body is utterly stone, and his silver tongue won’t work on you this time. 
Without a kiss or a word to him, you slam the door right in his face. Locking it deftly, you wash your hands of it and turn on your heel as the pounding on the wood starts up, the delicate calls of your name before the handle is tried and found immobile. 
“Sweetheart?!” His voice is muffled as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom—because it was your bedroom now, and it would be until that man knew how to grovel properly. He’s lucky he’s sleeping on the porch and not the street. “I…It’s cold out here, y’know!” A pause before the man hears the echo of a shutting door from far inside. The shadow of his boots shifts. “...I brought you flowers…”
In the early morning, you sneak down, still in pajamas, and your feet bare to the hardwood below you. Padding over, you quietly unlock the door with the intent to peek out to see if your husband is still there. 
Peeling the door back just a smidge, you blink at the absence of anyone. For a moment you wonder if it was just a dream, but then you step outside and spot the sleeping figure on the porch swing. 
On his back, Phillip rests, your flowers atop his chest like a child as the bend of his elbow covers the man’s eyes to allow him a longer sleep. You bink, sighing long and low as your head shakes. 
Walking over, you look down at him as his chest slowly rises and falls—the slight shiver from the early morning chill. You don’t feel back about this; about making sleep outside like a dog. By your accounts it was the least he deserved and, in fact, a very merciful fate.
Looking at his broken body, you shift your gaze away before the pain in your chest comes back. Damn him. 
But it’s only when you look back that you notice that his arm has shifted farther up his head—resting now on his hairline as he looks up at you softly. 
“M’sorry,” he breathes, face open and lips being bitten for a moment before he looks away from you. Your hands wrap your waist. 
There will be no warmth from you—not now. 
“You’re going to have to do more than just say that, Phillip Graves.” His blue eyes are heavy with guilt, but he nods nonetheless. 
There was a long road to go.
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loki with prompt 26 pretty please?
.⋆。That's It。⋆.
Loki x plus size reader 
You ride Loki for the first time
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of wax play and bondage, some self-deprecating thoughts, fluff, established relationship
Minors DNI
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“Loki, I don’t know about this.” You pulled your robe tighter around yourself, nervously avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who was currently lounging on your bed, his perfect naked body cradled by the mountain of pillows against the headboard.
There was no doubt that you were both incredibly sexually adventurous, experimenting with everything from bondage to wax play and everything in between but this felt so much more daunting than anything you had tried before, even if it was relatively vanilla. 
“There is nothing to be scared of,” he cooed, reaching an inviting hand out to you, “It’s just me my love.” You slid your hand into his, letting the god pull you into his lap. You tried to lift some of your weight from him but Loki kept you pinned to his naked thighs. “If you truly do not want to do this, then we don’t have to. You have the power.”
His touch was cool but comforting all the same. The silk material of your robe slipped on your skin, exposing more of your chest to your boyfriend, yet he didn’t let his eyes wander away from yours. “We stop if I say stop?” You knew the answer already but you craved the gentle reassurance he always gave before starting any scene.
“Always.” His eyes sparkled, knowing that he was already getting his way. Your legs parted, allowing you to straddle him comfortably as Loki’s smile broadened. “So, are you going to finally ride me or make me wait some more?” He teased, making you shiver with anticipation.
It was the one thing you were hesitant to do— be on top. To be so vulnerable and have your whole body on display as you worked for both your pleasures, it was terrifying. But the way that Loki looked at you, like you were worthy of worship, it made you want to give him this piece of yourself, even if it made a chill settle in your bones.
“Loki.” You whined but it soon bled into a moan as his hands journeyed beneath your robe, cupping your generous ass in his palms. His smirk sent fire racing through your veins and you felt his length throb against your soft thigh. You rocked forwards in an attempt to escape his firm grip but only succeeded in letting his length slide against your cunt, his tip bumping against your sensitive clit.
Your gasp bounced off the bedroom walls as it had done countless times before but this time felt so different. Loki’s blue eyes stared right into you, he refused to look away for a single second almost as if he were worried about scaring you off. With a gentle touch, he guided you to your knees.
“Take me.” His hand slid between your bodies and lined the head of his cock to your weeping entrance. Your lips pressed against his in a starkly gentle kiss as you slowly sank down, taking every glorious inch of him inside your cunt. 
Your moans and Loki’s quiet groans twisted together in a beautiful symphony of pleasure. His touch travelled across your plush thighs, up past your hips, grazing your breasts briefly before he cupped your cheeks. You relaxed on top of him, the burn from his thick cock now lessened to the deliciously addictive stretch you could never get enough of.
Loki’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip as your kisses quickly became more desperate. Your cunt squeezed around him making the god buck up into you forcefully. His chest rumbled with a pleased sound as he ripped his lips from yours. “Perfect girl, c’mon start riding.”
Tentatively, you rocked forwards onto your knees, rising up on his cock before slamming back down to the hilt. You could feel the way your flesh moved with the force but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you may look like, not when you could feel Loki everywhere. Your next bounces were more confident and quicker until your rhythm made the bed squeak beneath your bodies.
Loki looked up at you unwaveringly, his gaze a mixture of lust and adoration. His hands touched every part of you that he could reach, needing to feel your body move as you took your pleasure from him. “Good girl, that’s it. Give yourself over to ecstasy.” 
Your legs shook with the strain of the position. You huffed and sat back, trying to rest your poor legs but Loki had a different idea. His palm clapped loudly against the fat of your ass. “Keep bouncing like my good little bunny.” He growled through clenched teeth. You shivered at the power in his voice, biting down on your lip as you lifted yourself up once more.
You whimpered, the knot in your lower stomach steadily drawing tighter. Your thrusts down grew sloppier the tighter the knot became yet Loki didn’t relent his determination to have you ride him. “Please Loki.” You begged, tears gathering in your eyes as your orgasm seemed so close and yet so far.
Loki clicked his tongue as if he were annoyed but the delighted sparkle in his eye and the way his cock throbbed from deep within you said otherwise. “Is that right? Does my bunny need her god to make her cum? She’s too soft to do it herself?” You whined and ground your hips down, making Loki’s smirk broaden. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you.”
His hands clamped down onto your hips and suddenly all the pressure was taken away from your knees. Your eyes went wide but before you could ask what he was doing, Loki lifted his hips from the mattress and thrust up into you with such power that you felt the air get forced from your lungs. “Did so good for me, bunny, so so well. You should be rewarded.” Your head lolled with each punch upwards, your stomach tensing as he bashed against the bundle of nerves inside you.
“Loki.” You weakly attempted to call out but he silenced you with a cold thumb connecting to your clit. You hiccuped as the pleasure mounted.
“Cum for me. Do it now!” He buried himself to the hilt, pulling your soft body completely against him. You shattered around him, your vision whiting out as Loki growled in your ear, emptying himself into your cunt. 
You slumped against your boyfriend and Loki laughed breathlessly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “See, I told you there was nothing to be scared of.” Your sleepy smile made him cuddle you closer, exhaustion falling over you both like a thick blanket.
“I guess you were.” You muttered.
And as your eyelids fluttered shut, Loki whispered. “That’s it.”
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months
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Congrats on 5k!! Can I get kisses of fire: Steve Harrington with "Get back down here, we're not done yet"?
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As he yanked you back down against him, you let out a strangled yelp, the protest of your departure and the consequential end of your heated make-out session coming as a bit of a surprise to you. 
“O-oh, we’re not?” you couldn’t help but chuckle as his grip dug into you like you were his most prized possession.  
In between breathless pecks, he uttered, “you made me hard…” rocking your hips down against his for you to notice, the sparks of his excitement nudging against your own blossoming enthusiasm made you shiver, “a problem that you made and one that you need to fix.”
“Well, doesn’t that even occasionally happen when I just smile at you?” 
Disappearing into your eyes, he corrected, “you only find out occasionally,” before inching in again to capture your lips, “you fucking siren…”
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doumadono · 29 days
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Doumadono's ice cream shop event
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About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.
To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!
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your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)
Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.
Also, please share this post to help spread the word!
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stevesbipanic · 1 year
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It wasn't fair, Steve thought as he looked across what felt like a hundred miles but was barely a couple metres at Eddie.
It wasn't fair that this might be the last time he sees Eddie or the last time Eddie sees him.
It wasn't fair that he has to trust Eddie to keep Dustin safe.
It wasn't fair that he knew Dustin's life would come before either of theirs.
It wasn't fair that they had to split up.
It wasnt fair that they had to fight in their war at all.
It wasn't fair that Dustin was here.
It wasn't fair that Eddie was here.
It wasn't fair that any of them were here.
There were so many things Steve wanted to say.
He wanted to tell Eddie everything, his heart, his dreams, his future.
He wanted to hear everything Eddie had to say in return.
He wanted to grab the ragtag family he'd built with the people that surrounded him and run and keep running until they were finally safe.
He wanted it to be someone else's responsibility.
He wanted there to be a world where children weren't fighting an adult's war.
He wanted to stay right there barely two metres away.
He wanted to keep looking at Eddie forever.
He wanted to hear what Eddie wanted to say.
But it wasn't fair.
And when he held the body of a man who less than an hour ago felt so warm, he knew that a world where things were fair wasn't this one.
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yangjeongin · 1 year
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5K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION: FELIX in LEVANTER ERA for @miyawaki
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evelili · 1 year
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Could u draw some Sciset pls bc I love them?
Also your art is really amazing and I love the way you draw basically everyone. And The Twilight Effect fic was beautiful!
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im glad you enjoyed the fic! heres a doodle of a scene from the epilogue, please look forward to it ^^
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non-stop-imagines · 8 months
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🫧 here! ooo can you tease us with one ( or maybe a hundred 😂) more sentence? ( if you want to ofc<3) 🫢
I think you guys may have earn another small snippet (Translation: I honestly was thinking about doing this anyway so thank you for giving me a reason to 😚😚)
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"Well, do you want to go talk about it?" Max had quickly missed your touch once you were done fixing him up, so, upon his proposition, he reached out to touch your elbow, dipping his head a little to look into your eyes.
"No, no. I'll be fine. You're probably busy, anyway." You look towards the people Max was talking to the moment before you entered, their eyes urging Max back over.
"They can wait. It's Thursday, we have all day." Max looks over to the people now, his face not visible from the angle you looked at him but you were able to see annoyance and slight fright in their eyes before they turn and go on to do some other pre-race weekend task.
"Oh, okay." You don't know when Max got a grasp on your hand, but as quick as you answered you were being guided in the direction opposite of the open Red Bull garage leading to the pitlane. The short walk was wordless, but you could feel that Max's aura was…unwelcoming as you two walked by people that would have stopped him if they didn't feel like he would have bitten their head off. Max reaches a door that he quickly opens and shuts and then, almost as if he were two different people, his demeanor softens as he nervously grabs two chairs so you two could sit facing each other.
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kankuroplease · 6 months
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Ohhh I hit 5k!!
Thank you so much for all the support, encouragement, and general kindness 😳
This is a pretty big milestone and I’d like forever grateful! As thanks, this request round will be open to Naruto, Boruto, JJK, and Chainsaw Man!
General rules:
Request with minors have to be sfw ofc. I’ll block you otherwise.
Non-anon followers get priority. Anons will be considered, but less of a grantee
No teacher x student or incest ships. Age gap ships are fine as long as there’s no familiarity between them when one of the characters was a minor 👌
Share the wealth so to speak and keep your request to one please~
I’m trying something new; you don’t have to explain you ship, but that’s signing them up for my interpretation of the ship 😆
Keeping this new OC free for a more streamlined process. You may still request my OC x canon
I’ll probably start rolling these out mid November-December. happy requesting~
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quinloki · 10 months
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Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥ Reader: Cis-fem!sub Reader Character: Donquixote Doflamingo Kink: #15 Bratty Reader #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #20 "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @thus-spoke-lo
Summary: Doflamingo up and left you without and word, and upon his return home expects you to kiss him like you missed him. Instead, you snub him, and storm off to your room. Only to have the king of the castle storm in behind you.
Content Notes: degradation, dirty pet names, attitude from the reader and Doffy, string bondage, rough oral sex, edging
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This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
The large hand almost engulfs your face, forcing you to look at him. You can see the vein in his forehead throbbing, despite the wide grin on his face. He’s not amused at all, and frankly, you didn’t want him to be. You were mad.
He had left without a word. For days. You didn’t even get a single word from him over transponder snail and had to find out he was gone on business from fucking Trebol of all people. Which meant you didn’t just get a simple report, you had to humor him for nearly an hour, and he would not stop talking.
Nothing against Trebol, but you hadn’t been in any sort of humoring mood when you’d learned your one and only had just up and ghosted without a single word.
Upon his return Doffy had explained to you that the business at hand had been severely urgent, and that he had been well and truly indisposed during the time he was gone. He wasn’t one who was overly interested in explaining himself, in any capacity, so the fact that he went that far should have been enough.
Normally, it would be.
But normally he didn’t leave you for days at a time without so much as an assurance that he wasn’t dead somewhere.
Implying that someone could take him down had been the wrong choice of words on your part, and now here you were. Face held, and an angry lover in front of you.
Your brows knit, anger welling up in you in return, and you pull your face away, batting his hand aside. You’re painfully aware of the fact that he allowed both actions. He’s always allowed you a level of bodily autonomy he didn’t have to, given his strength and position.
“I was worried. You’re dealing with all manner of people and who knows what lucky bastard fate’s set against you?” You grumble, crossing your arms and turning away. “I did miss you, but – ah!” You feel the strings over take you, binding your body, and forcing your arms behind your back in practice movements.
“Doffy! Let me-aaahhhhmm-shit.” You struggle at first, but his tongue against your neck, and his hand down your pants was too much all at once. He’s persistent, but gentle, and the gentleness is raising your temperature and addling your brain as he deftly teases your clit.
You can hear his laugh flutter against your skin as his voice threads through your ear. “My, my, you’re already soaking wet. My little whore wants to talk back to me? After I already gave her more than she deserved by explaining myself?
“It seems my favorite brat needs a lesson in manners.” He growls, a thick finger sliding into your mouth and pressing against your tongue before you can say anything in protest.
One of the biggest reasons that Doflamingo was able to manipulate you, had almost nothing to do with the fact that he was incredibly good at manipulating people. It was because you were weak to being bound, used, and pump full of either pleasure or pain. Your connection ran deeper than merely shared twisted carnal desires, but you were certain his reaction to your sass was because he had missed you too.
In more ways than one.
And this would handle two issues at once.
You could hear the sloppy wet sounds from your mouth and your thighs, the heat building in your core as you couldn’t hope to squirm away. Your breath was hot and coming out in huffs around his finger and you shiver in the threads around you as the pleasure was making your legs shake.
“ ‘Offy, ‘lease.” You mumble around his finger.
“Mmm, no.” He answers, finger leaving your clit just as you were certain you were going to cum. He cleans his finger off by wiping it on your shirt before he rips the garment away from you. Threads slip between you and the rest of your clothes, ripping them to pieces and leaving the tattered bits to hang from the other threads that held you.
“Not a word.” He growls, taking his finger out of your mouth and walking away. You can hear the shift of cloth from behind you. You aren’t surprised when his strings move you, to see him seated on the edge of your bed, nothing on except his feather coat.
He brings you between his knees, his hand pushing your head to his semi-hard cock. “Welcome me home.” He commands.
You’re already on thin ice, but you’re also still irritated with him, so you give his shaft a few licks and a kiss before you look up at him and stick your tongue out. The devilish grin on his face doesn’t have the throbbing vein to go with it and he laughs.
“I do love that about you,” he admits, grabbing your hair roughly and shoving himself into your mouth. “But it was not a request, my love.”
You do your best to adjust quickly to the assault. His dry cock stuck to your lips a few times until you were able to get everything nice and wet. The discomfort gave way to a more comfortable set up, and Doffy let go of his grip on your hair as you began to suck and lick him properly on your own.
“Much better.” He muses, shifting his hips every now and then to drive himself a little deeper into your throat. “That’s how you greet me properly, slut. I was too kind to request a simple kiss, it seems.”
You lean back to say something, but before you can even squeak, his hand is in your hair again, pushing you back down.
“I said, ‘not a word’, and I meant it, my sweet bird.” He hums, shoving his hard cock down your throat until you’re gagging and crying from the actions. He moves in long enough strokes to allow you to breathe, even giving you a moment to cough and sputter a few times before continuing. He never allows you enough time to speak, and after a few moments he pushes almost painfully deep, forcing your nose into his pubes and forcing stars across your vision.
He pulls out to you sputtering and coughing, tears and snot and drool sliding down your face before he adds his cum to the mess. He smears the mess around your face and down to your chest, pinching your nipples roughly and forcing a yelp from you before he stops.
“Speak, brat, what do you say?” He asks, leaning back and glaring down at you.
“Th-thank you, sir.” You gasp, coughing once more to clear your throat. “Wel… welcome home.” You add quietly, heat flushing through your body.
Strings lift you up, forcing you to straddle his large waist, spreading your legs wide. You can feel his dick twitching against your slit.
“Better,” he muses, pulling a larger scrap of your ruined clothes free and using it to clean up your face. “Now, my sweet little bird, prove you missed me and kiss me accordingly.” He commands.
You can feel some of the threads go slack and you’re able to move your arms again. You reach out, cupping his face in your hands and bringing the two of you together.
“I missed you, Doffy, you bastard.” You say with a genuine smile, closing the small distance between you and kissing him. Softly at first, peppering him with a few brief kisses before parting your lips and urging him to devour you in return.
He held you in place, kissing you sweetly, as you felt the tip of his hard cock prodding your slick folds, pushing slowly into your pussy. You gasped and moaned into the kiss, welcoming the dangerously thick intrusion that promised to properly apologize to you for his extended absence.
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rosamundpkes · 1 year
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thank you so much to everyone who has followed me over the years!!! and thank you to all of the people who interact with me on here <3 i love you guys so much!!!
to celebrate 5k followers i’m going to do a request based celebration!! there are two options, one for any of my followers and one for mutuals only!! in order to participate please send me one of the following: 🌙  —  an episode/movie for timestamp roulette (for everyone) 💖  —  and i’ll make you a personalized gifset with the colour from your icon (mutuals only)
you can check out tv & movies that i’ve seen here!! requests will be open for at least the next month!!
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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year
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i want everyone to know i was so brave today and that the words worded. hour 16 is nearly finished (i know that’s what you all will probably be most happy to hear)
BUT i also got a huge chunk of a few requests done plus had enough motivation to write some more on two wips for myself mainly 🥺 really felt good on the soul truly anyways
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sorry byyyeee retreating back into my cave now!!
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 9 months
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angel eyes — ooooo!! a movie marathon with peter parker where he’s so excited and he’s rambling about the movies y’all are watching, but it’s getting late and you can just barely keep your eyes open so he starts talking softer and letting you lay on him!! sweet boy pete!!!
a/n: okay, I would make them watch star wars because that's just so peter, but I've already written a fic before where it's centred around watching one of those, so I decided that they're watching lord of the rings instead.
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With the breathtaking sight of scenic rolling hills buzzing by on the small computer screen before you, the late hour became hard to ignore as your eyelids grew heavy and your neck began to lull, every time ending the motion in a jumpy twitch that straightened your spin back out.  
Your friend was none the wiser, too enthralled in his enthusiastic commentary over the movie to truly notice. Though ultimately, you did lose the battle, as your head dropped down and inadvertently found Peter’s shoulder as its pillow. 
Body frozen and breath hitched at the unexpected contact, his nerdy ramble was cut short as he glanced down to see you already half asleep against him, an exhilarating flutter of nerves bubbling within him at the sight. 
Eventually, he did once again gently return to speaking over the movie, both out of fear that if he continued at the volume he had been at you’d rouse and therefore move away from him, but also because maybe if you knew by his silence that he had noticed, leading you to notice the closeness as well, and likewise winding up scurrying away from him. You couldn’t know. 
So, there he sat, continuing to ramble softly over the flick and hoping that maybe, deep down, it hadn’t just been an accident that your head had come to rest against him, that perhaps it had been deliberate, that you too were freaking out about the electric contact and that possibly you like him just like he did you. 
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