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stcnefruit · 1 month

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— open starter.

status - open to all, but pls read my rules and mobile about (pinned post) first before interacting. don't like my starters. muse - vasti inaiê souza gonçalves, sculptor, potter and printmaker. bisexual, uses she/her pronouns. human, thirty. wanted opposites (in order of priority) - m/nb/f, 30+. mocs (muns/muses of color) preferred. wanted connections - literal strangers, an ex, fellow artist, someone they haven't seen since sixth grade, as long as they're a little richer than vasti is (and not related) go literally batsh*t plot - they're on their way to personally deliver one of their commissions but they haven't slept well in over 48 hours (they've slept enough to not get pulled over, they can drive) and really should have hired a truck or sent it through the post but hey they've done it before and the client is right across town (or city, cough) so it shouldn't be too bad right? they'll make it except you just kind of yk. rear-ended them at the stoplight and their sh*t's in the trunk bc it couldn't fit in the back seat and now you might have just f*cked sh*t up if that packing wrap isn't as good as it's marketed to be. potential meet cute with insurance problems and career threatening happenings basically, what could be better than that

— she hears it before she feels it, the way the body of the car lurches underneath her at the street corner. the rattling in the back is too loud for her to ignore, and she's already doing inventory on what she has with her. registration papers, house keys, studio keys, that flat tire kit she's never had to use in her life and hopes she won't have to now, the delivery— oh God, fuck, the delivery. in the trunk. surrounded by a shit ton of bubble wrap and cling film and whatever the fuck else she wrapped it in at 3am two days ago and placed it in its box, but last she checked no flat tire makes that kind of sound like the kind where there's a bit too much metal and you know in your gut you'll need to call your insurance company. both of them, in her case, if the vehicle in her rearview mirror is giving anything to go by. que se lixe isso, this is not a good day. her blood pressure was not made for this. neither was her neck, for that matter, but she doubts there was enough speed behind the impact to cause any whiplash worth worrying about. she unlocks her phone as she steps out, car door slamming closed behind her, insurance already on speed dial. as a precaution she takes a few photos of the other car's license plate, now neatly tucked (along with the front bumper) just barely under her chassis—she is not paying for this shit if she doesn't have to, especially if the driver in question has enough money to be driving a car like that right into her sedan and especially if they might have just jeopardized her commission. three months, hundreds of hours, possibly damaged in her trunk because it's the one day she didn't have her morning coffee and decided to put it there instead of the backseat, bubble wrap or no bubble wrap. yeah, she'll milk every last penny from that payout while she's at it. might as well be pissed for a reason. 'hey,' she says, coming up to the window as it rolls down, 'i'm sorry, this is going to sound so completely fucking obvious and i know this and you know this but i think you just rear-ended me? and there's something in my trunk that i really need to get out and check on before this day goes any further to shit than it already has so if you could please try and back the fuck up, it would be much appreciated. juro o túmulo da minha mãe.' her mother is alive, thank you very much, but it's not like they need to know that in english or portuguese. // @indiestarter

#* open starters.#( * starters - vasti. )#( * threads - vasti. )#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #independent rp #indie starter #open starter #( * so like. funny thing when it's OOC/my main i like censor everything. but at this point i've been on Tumblr so long that the #| asterisks are basically me and my hyperfixation and aesthetic choice than anything else bc IC????? no asterisks babe we are writing #| this sh*t out [see. exactly what i mean look at the starter and then look at this. smh]#| anyway say hi to Vasti!!!!!!! treat her nicely she's been rotting my brain for the past week and a half but whatever you do #| this is not good shipping practice for your artwork do not follow this advice tho in her defense she's running on low sleep #| and zero coffee. i also speak no Portuguese whatsoever i get all of this off the net so if it's wrong i'm sorry. i'll fix it sksksksk #| tldr; it's here i got off my ass and wrote a medium length starter after years of not RPing everybody cheer. do not feel pressured #| to match the length this happened bc i am a fic/book writer first and foremost i don't do short unless i'm replying rip )

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pancakehouse · 2 years

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hi hello how r u??? i just got caught up w your “Only Fools Are Satisfied” fic and couldn’t help but realize you haven’t updated in a while :) was wondering if you were just taking a break from it or if you dropped it (either way i am absolutely in LOVE w it as a former and sometimes current tennis player myself hehe)

hi friend!! i am doing great how are you!!! thank you sooo much for reading/asking, my answer is a little rambly - sorry in advance :)

firstly LOVE that you used to play/still do that’s soso fun (need to know which racket you use im so curious pls tell!) And to answer your q:I AM still writing ofas, I can p much guarantee that barring any life-altering events I will eventually get it done!! just a matter of when!!!!

my slowness is basc half real-life burnout and half complete lack of personal precedent for writing lmao. before this yr i hadn’t finished anything longer than 3k, and so the learning curve is sort of kicking my ass :) in a cute way obv :) but i’m trying!! so hard!!!!! i’m just unbearablyyy slow and also have to do a lot of crying and head-banging against the wall before each chapter. not rlly an efficient method unfortunately :// open to alternatives :/ but its comign!!! it is, and hopefully soon jfc. but v much not abandoned <3 LOVE u thanks endlessly for reading babe xo

#went into this thinking maybe bi-weekly updates and. hahaha yeah. well :/#its just UGH. wish i could knock on my brains door and be like hey babe:) good morning<3 what if we. haha um. was just thinking we #might try something crazy today! u like bein crazy right! haha what if we were .. hear me out ... productive:)#and she says oh noooo bestie im so sorry 2 break this to u but that is nNOT the kind of crazy we're in the business of :( this is so. awk :(#and then i lay on the couch for like a million hours straight. staring at walls. you know the vibes #sorry anyway it IS coming! i lavvvv u and this gave me new life and new inspiration and i treasure you anon i really DO!!!! <3333 #answered #ofas #tennis bestie anon

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love-belle · 10 months

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my boyfriend's boyfriend !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which she's the one who's third wheeling her boyfriend and his best friend.

for when you're the third wheel in your own relationship. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i really hope you like it!! thank you so much for reading, i love you!!!

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ladykailitha · 6 months

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--ipation!

Did I split it in two just to make that joke? Hell yeah I did. No regrets!

Um...a teeny-tiny bit of poly Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle if you squint, like really hard.

Part 1

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Eddie and Steve pulled up to the Hawk to see that their friends were waiting for them...well all except Janice, but she was on her way.

“You ready for this?” Eddie asked.

Steve took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

Eddie stepped out first.

“Where’s Steve?” Robin asked, running up to him.

Nancy, Argyle, and Jonathan were fast on her heels.

“Is he okay?” Jonathan asked as soon as he reached Eddie.

Eddie held up his hands. “I got it all figured out. I had a friend come in and give me a hand but Steve’s here and I can’t wait for you to see it.”

He cocked his head to the side and licked his upper lip. He cocked one eye brow and said, “I want to see you shiver with antic—ipation.”

Jonathan and Robin giggled, but Nancy and Argyle, who hadn’t seen it yet looked confused.

Eddie turned around but before he could open his mouth Janice came running up to them, high heels clanging hard on the pavement.

“Oh good!” she said, panting, clutching her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “I was hoping to get here before Eddie did the reveal.”

Everybody but Eddie turned and looked at her like she was crazy.

She popped up, waving her hand and grinned. “Hi-ee! I’m Janice, I’m Eddie’s friend and Stevie’s fairy godmother.”

Eddie grinned back. “Perfect timing, babe.” He kissed her cheek.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart,” Eddie called over his shoulder. “Ready when you are, Rocky Horror!”

A beat. And then another.

Then Steve stepped out of the van and popped his hip. He smiled at them, hand on his hip.

They all cheered again.

Robin walked up to Steve and touched his sides. “You can’t even tell they were ever there.” She turned to Janice. “You did that?”

She nodded with a grin. “He’s a got a great figure for Rocky, all I did was help a little with his confidence.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks Janice.”

“My pleasure, babe,” she cooed. “Especially since I’m getting such a great stylist out of the deal.”

Eddie put his arms around Janice and Steve. “We’ve got a movie to see, I’ll introduce you all after.”

“Totally bodacious, brochacho,” Argyle said and held out his arm for Janice to take.

She took it with a grin and began talking his ear off about how their characters were related.

Robin took her place under Eddie’s arm and the three of them followed their friends into the theater.

After the movie everyone was introduced. They all loved the movie.

There was also a costume contest. There were prizes for best costume for each character, best group, best in show, and wildest interpretation of a character.

They won best group, which some of the other groups protested because they had seven in theirs, while most groups only had three or four. But the Party decided that they were just bitter because of how cool everyone looked.

Eddie won best Frank N Furter. His natural curls and commitment to the whole bit really helped sell the whole look and it was easy to see that he really deserved it.

Steve won best in show. There were other people dressed as Rocky of course, but he really had the whole look down. Especially when standing next to Eddie’s Dr Frank N. Furter.

They all went back to Steve’s for popcorn, drinks and homemade pizza.

While they were waiting for Steve to cut the pizza and bring it out, Robin said, “God Janice, I don’t think I’ve seen Steve smile so much since he got those scars. You really are a fairy godmother!”

Janice stood up and curtsied. “Thank you. I wouldn’t recommend he do it all the time, especially since it’ll be covered up by his shirt. But he’s more than welcome to call me anytime and I’ll happily do it again.”

“God, you’re so perfect I could kiss you,” Robin breathed.

Eddie whispered in her ear, “Well, considering she bi and single, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

Robin turned bright red as Janice waggled her eyebrows.

Steve came out with the pizzas, wearing a t-shirt over top of his costume.

“Aww...” Eddie pouted. “Why did you cover up?”

Steve laughed. “Getting hot tomato sauce on your chest is no laughing matter.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

They dived into the pizza.

“I liked the movie,” Argyle said they had stuffed themselves. “It was very cool. Thanks for the invite, man.”

Nancy laughed. “Yeah, it was fun.”

Steve grinned. “I had a lot fun too, thanks to Janice.”

“I’m glad I was able to make the night fun for everyone,” she said. “I know I keep harping on this, but seriously I’m getting the best end of the deal with Steve starting on Monday to work for me.”

“It’s so cool, bro,” Argyle said. “The work you did with me and Eddie’s hair was so wicked. I’m glad you get to share your talents with others.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, man. I’m super excited.”

“I’m also thinking of putting him through beauty school,” Janice said. “He deserves to be the best he can be.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, Janice.”

“Foods over, pretty boy,” Robin huffed. “If I have to be centimeters away from flashing people my ass, you can go without a shirt.”

Steve laughed and took off the t-shirt. They continued to eat treats and drink soda while they talked and laughed.

It was moving from late at night to early morning and one by one they were dropping off.

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan were cuddled together on the sofa, while Janice and Robin snuggled up under a big, fluffy blanket on the loveseat.

It was just Eddie and Steve left. They were cleaning up in the kitchen, moving together as though they had done this for years.

Steve turned to face Eddie. “Thanks for tonight. You really came in clutch.”

Eddie grinned. “Glad to be of service. Plus any chance to see your chest again is always a plus in my book.”

Steve grinned. “Oh I don’t doubt it. I’ve noticed that you really, really like my tits.”

Eddie coughed, choking on his own saliva. “You can’t just say it like that, man.”

Steve stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “I’ve been noticing your attraction since Lover’s Lake.”

Eddie gulped. He had hoped in the aftermath that Steve would have forgotten his little cigarette moment. Apparently not.

“Which is why I was a little confused when you pushed me at Nancy.”

Eddie’s mouth went desert dry, his heart rate picked up, and his breathing became labored.

“But then Robin explained it to me,” Steve said as he got right into Eddie’s space, “you were trying sniff out if I liked her. Well, here’s the answer in black and white, Eds. I don’t like her. I like you.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped and it took a moment before his brain caught up. He grabbed Steve’s face and smashed their lips together. It was hungry and sexy and rough.

And oh god, did Steve love it. He got his hands into Eddie’s curls, wincing a little at the sticky mess that was all the hairspray and tangle of bobby pins. But he didn’t falter for a moment, kissing back as fiercely as Eddie had.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting for breath.

Eddie huffed out a laugh and ran a finger over Steve’s lips, further smearing the lipstick Eddie had been wearing. “I think we’ve got to get you cleaned up, lover boy. My makeup is all over your face and you really don’t want to sleep with that makeup on your torso.”

Steve winced looking down at his chest. “Yeah, that would be pretty gross.”

“I’ve got you.”

Eddie led him upstairs to Steve’s bathroom and gently removed their makeup. He started with Steve taking the makeup remover he had bought for his own costume and a warm, wet wash cloth and touched it to his side.

Steve could have just taken a shower but let him carefully remove the layers of make up that had hidden his scars.

He then helped Eddie out of the corset and fishnet stockings. He removed the bobby pins and gently rinsed out the hairspray. Eddie’s curls fell in down his back once again.

Soon they were both wearing the same amount of clothes, Steve in his shorts and Eddie in black bottoms.

They laid down on the bed and curled around each other. The heat from earlier was gone, replaced by tender care.

“Can I ask–” Eddie started.

“Why I chose Rocky?” Steve murmured back.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to go through all this. I mean I loved it and you got a fancy new job out of it, but it could have ended in disaster.”

“I hadn’t seen Rocky Horror before tonight,” Steve said. “But Robin had. When I asked who I should be she told me that of all the characters I fit Rocky the best. I didn’t know if she was insulting my intelligence or what until I saw the movie. Then I got it. Because despite everything, Rocky loved Frank.”

Eddie gulped. “And do you love me, Stevie?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

They kissed again. They drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

And if they came down the following morning to Argyle and Jonathan making breakfast, hand in hand no one said anything. Nancy just smiled at them from her perch on the counter where she was watching Argyle and Jonathan cook.

Or at least no more then Steve or Eddie said anything about Janice offering to drive Robin home.

All in all? It had been a great night.

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marvelobsessed134 · 7 months

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Can you please write a threesome with brittany furlan and tommy lee or pamela anderson and tommy OR brandi brandt and nikki sixx sorry if it's alot

Plus one

A/n: ok guys…so I don’t know if this fic will be considered weird or not but this request intrigued me. (Pam is so mommy sorry not sorry) I might write some Pam x reader fics cause I love her sm.

Pairings: Pamela Anderson x Tommy Lee x Fem!reader

Warnings: age gap (Pam and Tommy are both in their 30s and reader is 23), dom!tommy, switch!pamela, sub!reader, MFF threesome, squirting, praise kink, light degradation (Tommy calls the girls sluts lol).

Summary: your new best friend Pamela has a proposition for you and it’s one you’ve never expected.

You were laughing about something Pamela said as you sat in the living room of her and Tommy’s gigantic house. The TV was ignored as the two of you were focused on getting tipsy.

Suddenly, Pam’s hand slid up your bare leg. Goosebumps arose. Of course you’ve developed a little crush on your best friend. Who wouldn’t? But you weren’t jealous of Tommy either cause you also have a crush on him. Bi things.

“Umm Pamela?” You asked a little nervously but felt that familiar tingling sensation in your core.

“Me and Tommy, well mainly me was wondering if you’d be interested in having a threesome with us?” The question shocked you.

Your cheeks were red as you thought of an answer. Your breath was picking up along with your heart rate. And you found yourself blurting, “Yes.”

The blonde smiled and called out to her husband, “Tommy!”

And that’s how you ended up sitting on their bed, just in your lingerie. You tried to hide your body and your blushing face. “Aw look Tommy, she’s nervous.” Pamela said, moving your hair out of your face. Tommy looked at the interaction with hungry eyes.

“Why are you nervous sweetheart?” Tommy asked, the nickname giving you butterflies.

“I- I um- never been with a girl before or done…this.”

“We’ll show you. Right Tommy?” Pam asked, biting her lip as she looked to her husband.

“Of course. You should show her how it’s done.”

The blonde woman giggled before sitting next to you and kissing you passionately. Your eyes widened in surprise but you kissed her back. The two of you moaned into each others mouths before removing each others lingerie.

Once your boobs were free she began to massage them, caress them, and suck and bite your nipples. You squirmed and squealed, throwing your head back in pleasure.

You nervously looked at her chest and she took your hands, pulling them towards her. “It’s ok, you can touch.” She moved your hands to rest on her breasts and you gave her the same treatment she gave you. Out the corner of your eye you could see that Tommy was already stripped down and sitting in the chair across from the bed jerking his large cock watching the two of you.

“Don’t forget about me.” Tommy said teasingly.

“Of course not. Come with me Y/n.” Pam said. You followed her and got down on your knees next to her.

She allowed you to get the first lick, so you ran your tongue up from the base to the slip and swirled it sprung his head.

“Aw, fuck.” The drummer moaned.

Then, you wrapped your lips around him and began sucking at a steady pace. You felt Pamela move closer to you and push your head down so you were choking on him.

“God damn girls…” the brunette moaned causing the blonde to giggle. As you were forcefully being choked by his cock, you felt her hands move down towards your pussy before slowly pushing two fingers inside your hole.

You moaned around Tommy’s cock as she began to pump in and out slowly before going faster.

“I think someone’s close..” she teased.

“Let her cum babe. She deserves it.” The drummer moaned.

And so, she continued to move faster while rubbing your clit before you squirted all over her hand. She squealed in surprise while you let out a scream.

“Did you see that Tommy? She fucking squirted!” She laughed excitedly, sucking your cum off of her fingers.

You continued to suck Tommy off until he came down your throat, “Fuck you’re so good sweet heart.”

The three of you decided to move to the bed after Pamela had her turn at sucking his dick. Tommy laid down while Pam straddled his waist and he pulled you over to sit on his face.

Soon enough, your best friend was riding her husband while you were getting eaten out by him.

Moans can be heard throughout the house if you were anywhere inside. Since you and Pamela were facing each other you both leaned in and started making out passionately. Groping each others tits and kissing each others necks.

“Mmm…Pammy…!” You whined with pouty lips as you felt yourself getting closer again as Tommy was licking your clit.

“What is it baby?”

“I’m close again.”

“Me too I’m so close Tommy you’re so good baby!” She cried out as she bounced on his dick faster before she clenched around him and came.

You also came, squirting again except this time all over Tommy’s face. “Fucking hell Pam, your friend tastes so fucking good.”

“Mmm she does doesn’t she?”

Then positions were changed once again. Pam laying down while you were face to face with her dripping core. Tommy behind you entering your tight hole.

You’re not really sure how to eat out a woman but you did what felt right. And clearly you were doing something right since she was moaning.

You licked inside her folds up to her clit as Tommy started to fuck you harder.

“Mmmm Tommy…” you moaned, tears springing in your eyes.

“Oh god such a good girl.” Your best friend praised.

The drummer smacked your ass before saying, “Fuck I’m so lucky having two sluts in my bed.” His derogatory words turned you on even more, and you felt yourself getting your third orgasm.

Pamela came all over your face with a cry and you clenched around Tommy cumming once again before the brunette finished on your back.

After the three of you got cleaned up-it was surprisingly not awkward-Tommy suggested you guys do it again sometime and Pamela happily agreed.

You guys ended up downstairs watching movies afterwards.

What a night.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #fanfic #smut #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee smut #motley crue smut #pamela anderson #Pam and Tommy #Pamela Anderson x reader

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bluekidchaos · 6 months

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Kinktober day 4 - Emily Prentiss

this may be a little bit bad idk, but this is a dream scenario, who wouldn't want these two dimming the fuck out of you

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader x Aaron Hotchner

Prompt: Humiliation

Warnings: 18+, bi/pan!reader, voyeurism, humiliation, sex toys, fingering, masturbation (male), jerking off with panties, oral (on sex toy), maybe a bit of dub-con if you squint, pet names

Words: 3.1k

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

It was Friday night, date night for you and Emily. At 5 pm you started gathering your things and getting ready to go home with your girlfriend. You were the two last people in the office, except Hotch, of course, most had opted for an early night.

You walked over to her desk and leaned over her, putting your chin on the top of her head. "You ready to go, baby?"

Emily whined a little before spinning around in her chair, "I'm sorry, I'm gonna have to stay a bit late. But how about you go home and prepare for the night, hm?"

Pouting at her you leaned over again to kiss her before sighing. "Okay, I'll see you at home." You kissed her once again and grabbed your jacket to leave.

The second you got into your shared apartment your phone dinged with a message,

Put on that new pretty lingerie for me and be ready, we're trying something new tonight ;)

The anticipation of what she had planned made you shiver, you went into action. You take a shower, washing off your body to feel fresh and moisturizing with a peach-scented moisturizer after. Feeling refreshed and giddy you dig through your closet to find the newest addition in your somewhat extensive lingerie collection (Emliy really loved spoiling you with them), and you pick up the light pink babydoll and matching panties.

After putting the set on you make sure the box with your toys is sitting out and then you wait. You really wanted to start without her, have her coming home to you whimpering on the bed as you fingered yourself but you didn't wanna spoil her surprise so you stayed sitting on the bed.

Another 10 minutes passed and your phone finally dinged with the message that she was on her way up. You were a little nervous, wondering which of the scenarios you had discussed at earlier times she would be playing out tonight.

The door opened and closed, steps sounding from the hallway making their way to the bedroom. For a second it sounded like more than one pair of footsteps but you didn't have time to ponder on it before Hotch stepped into the bedroom.

Your eyes widened and you were frozen in place, what the fuck was your boss doing in your bedroom? You snapped out of your daze and quickly looked for something to cover yourself with.

Emily stepped into the room after Hotch and laughed a bit at your reaction, "Oh no, babe, don't cover yourself up. Let him see you."

You could almost physically feel his eyes roaming your semi-exposed body but you did what your girlfriend instructed and let the blanket you had grabbed drop to the floor, now standing up in front of them. "What's going on, Em?"

They had both moved into the room more, cornering you to the bed and making you have to sit down again. You looked up at them from your place, one of Emily's hands coming up to cup your chin. "Remember how we discussed a possible threesome?" You nodded. "Right, I told you I don't like sharing, which is still true but I wanted to treat you. So I invited Aaron to watch me fuck you til you become a brainless little whore."

She finished the sentence with a quick kiss on your lips. The sweetness of her kiss almost distracted you from what she had said. Your gaze wandered onto Hotch, you felt your stomach twisting with pleasure at the mere thought of him seeing you like this. He was looking down at you with a rare smile, "Are you okay with this?"

You nodded again before responding, assuming he wanted a verbal answer. "God, yes." He smiled at you again. You had always been into the idea of being fucked by two people but having one person just watch made you feel a certain way, it felt embarrassing and thrilling all at once, making you squirm a bit.

You hoped they didn't notice your thighs pressing together subtly but of course, they did, you're all profilers after all.

"Now, he already knows the rules, no touching you or actually participating. He's only watching." Emily started speaking again, making you turn your head back to her and you pouted a bit at him not being allowed to touch you but you understood.

It made Em laugh again however and she turned to Aaron -it was kinda weird calling him that- with a smirk, "She kinda has a crush on you, it's kinda cute actually. I'm sure she'd be all over you if she wasn't mine, she's a bit needy like that."

You zoned out a bit and didn't hear the rest of their conversation, just looking at the two of them and imagining what this was gonna be like, and next thing you know Aaron is sitting on a chair facing the bed and Emily is standing next to the bed by the toy box.

He had discarded his suit jacket and tie, the top three buttons of his shirt were undone and his sleeves rolled up. He looked absolutely gorgeous like this. His legs were spread a bit and you could see a bit of an outline, he looked huge.

"Like what you see, sweetie?" Your cheeks burned with humiliation at having been caught staring but it seemed to affect Aaron in a different way. He brought his hand to his crotch and palmed himself while looking at you. You almost had to look away but you couldn't.

You looked back up to Em and she was looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, "How about you put on a show, strip for us." She encouraged you to stand in between them as she took a seat at the foot of the bed.

You felt nervous, you had done this before -many times in fact- but never with more than one set of eyes on you. You were facing Aaron, his hand still resting on his now larger bulge. Taking a deep breath you dragged your hands up your body, catching some of the flowing fabric and pulling it up with your movements before coming up and squeezing your tits. The movement continued up and over your shoulders pulling down your shoulder straps while your hands traveled down again. Letting the baby doll fall to the floor, exposing your breasts to Aaron's intense gaze.

Your hands continued their travel down your stomach now and over your hips, thumbs catching in the hems of your panties, and slowly pulled them down your legs. You bent deep to take your panties off, giving your girlfriend a good view of your ass and pussy in the progress.

You could feel your panties were practically drenched at this point as you picked them from the floor, you decided to give them to Aaron. Sure he couldn't touch you but you wanted him to feel how wet you were.

He groaned when his hand made contact with the lace, feeling it between his thumb and two fingers, your wetness clinging onto his fingers. "Fuck, sweetheart," He caught you off guard by putting his fingers into his mouth to taste you and you could feel your pussy clench at the sight. "You taste heavenly."

Before you could respond you felt Emily place kisses on your neck and shoulders, making your head fall back. You didn't know when but you could feel that she had taken her own clothes off, now only in her bra and matching panties.

Her hand roamed up your body, groping your tits and rolling your nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "Isn't she just the prettiest girl you've ever seen, boss?"

You couldn't help but moan at her actions and words, she was practically biting at your neck now, bruising it to her liking. The use of 'boss' reminding you of exactly what kind of situation you were in and you looked at Aaron, he had pulled his dick out by now and you almost choked on your own spit seeing it, Em's choice of words had clearly gotten to him too because his cock twitched and he gave a grunt.

Emily pulled you back by your hips and had you sitting between her legs against the headboard, she tried spreading your legs open but a wave of embarrassment hit you. You were about to fully expose yourself to your boss. "Come on, pretty girl." She started kissing your neck again to make you relax. "Show him your pretty little pussy." She managed to get her legs under yours and spread open your legs with her own.

Aaron audibly moaned at the sight of you. "Prettiest fucking cunt I've ever seen, baby."

You blushed and turned your head to the side, you really were about to have sex in front of your boss. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were impossibly turned on but you felt so ashamed by it which in turn made you wetter.

"No, no baby. Look at him, don't be rude to our guest now." Emily gripped your face and harshly turned it back to face Aaron who was now slowly stroking himself. His eyes fixated on the mess between your legs.

While still holding your face with her left hand the other trailed down your body, sending shivers down your spine. Her right hand descended down to your core softly grazing your clit before slipping down further. She pressed two fingers to your hole and because you were so turned on already they slipped in with zero resistance. All three of you moaned in unison.

You wanted to throw your head back but the grip on your cheeks was still holding your head up making you watch the scene in front of you. Watching your boss getting lost in lust as he stroked himself with a steady pace, his eyes came up to meet yours, almost studying your face.

Her fingers were working you at a fast pace, her thumb coming up to rub at your clit. Emily was magic with her fingers, making you come undone in a matter of minutes. She knew exactly where to touch you and what pace you liked.

"You're taking my finger so well, my pretty little slut."

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your first orgasm, your moaning got higher in pitch and she felt your cunt clench on her fingers.

"Awe, baby are you gonna come on my fingers?" Her tone was mocking but it only brought you closer to the edge. Her hand finally let go of your face and your head fell back on her shoulder as you bucked your hips wildly.

"Y-yes.. oh god." The hand that had been holding your head went down to fondle your breast and pinched your nipple hard, driving you over the edge. "A-ah, fuuck."

Emily worked you through your orgasm before moving you to sit on your own, she climbed over you quickly and kissed you deeply, her ass was in the air and her chest pressed against yours. No doubt giving Aaron quite a show.

She pulled away and gave you a few kisses around the face in between words of praise, telling you how good you were for her and how pretty you were coming on her fingers before getting off the bed and going to the toy box.

Emily pulled out a harness and put it on the bed before pulling out a pink dildo you hadn't seen before. "Aaron was kind enough to pick this one out for you, honey. Isn't that sweet of him?"

You looked over at Aaron who was also watching Emily prepare the harness before putting it on. "It's the closest I could find, I'm sure it'll do the trick." He smirked back at you with a knowing look.

His words didn't register until Emily was at the foot of the bed again, oh my god, this was his dick. Or at least as close as it got in size and length. You were about to be fucked by your boss's dick by your girlfriend while he was watching.

"How about you show him you're thankful by showing him how well you can take it? On your knees, slut." Your body went on automatics at this point, getting off the bed and on your knees.

The dildo was big, maybe seven or eight inches, and thick. You looked over at Aaron's dick and indeed they looked similar.

You raised up on your knees so you were face height with Emily's crotch, you tease the cock head with your tongue, running it up and down a small area and swirling it around before taking as much of the dildo in your mouth.

This was bigger than any dick or dildo you had had before, only being able to take half into your mouth before gagging on it and pulling back, you looked up at Em with teary eyes. "Poor baby, is it too big for you? Can't take your boss's cock?"

You could hear the squelching noise of Aaron's hand working himself and the groans he let out. You tried taking the dildo again, this time not letting up when you gag around the length. Spit dribbles down your chin and tears fill your eyes.

You have to pull back for air, Emily is cooing at you from her position over you. "Awe, that's a pretty pathetic attempt baby. Gotta try harder than that, especially if you wanna get fucked by it. How are you gonna take it in your little cunt if you can't even take it in your mouth?"

The tears in your eyes were falling at her harsh words, humiliation flashing through you. Aaron had gone through all this trouble to find the perfect dildo for you and you couldn't even take it. You pout and dare look at him through the corner of your eye, he was breathing heavily and his hand had stilled but still gripped his cock.

"I'll be good I promise, I'll do better!" You looked at Aaron fully now, tears running down your cheeks, chin covered in dried spit. You looked like a mess.

"Oh, I'm sure you will sweetheart. You just gotta try harder, yeah?" The look in his eyes looked sincere. "Remember to breathe through your nose."

You nodded and turned back to the dildo with determination, taking it back into your mouth, going slow to not hurt yourself. You bobbed your head back and forth a couple of times, each time going further in until all of a sudden your nose nudged the strap. You had taken it all the way!

Both Aaron and Emily moaned and praised you. "Fuuuck, good girl."

"Such a good slut."

You pulled back again and gave a triumphant smile at the both of them and Emily stroked your hair, "Ready for the big finish?"

You practically dashed up on the bed making both of them laugh.

"Here baby, let me lay down first, I want you to ride me." Emily placed herself in the middle of the bed, half sitting, and leaned back on her forearms.

You climbed over her to place yourself over the silicone toy but Emily stopped you, "No no, face him." You felt heat creep up your cheeks as you turned around to face Aaron before lowering yourself onto the dildo. Looking into his eyes as you sank down onto his cock.

Moaning as it reached deep inside you, almost like it was in your gut. Your hands grasped onto Emily's thighs and you leaned forward a little. You started lifting your lower body, letting the cock slip out of you but not all the way before slamming down on it and letting out a loud moan.

You set a brutal pace, fucking yourself on the dildo fast and hard. Your thighs burned with exhaustion but you couldn't stop and didn't want to. Feeling the silicone rubbing against your walls and hitting that perfect spot inside of you, looking at Aaron and imagining it was him underneath you. "Fu-uck, Aaron, your cock feels so good. So big inside me"

His pace had become faster, trying to match your own. He was using your discarded panties to jerk off with, the wetness on the material helping. "Yeah? You look so beautiful stuffed with cock, baby." He took a moment to look you over, the way your tits bounced with your movement, the way your eyes were hazy with lust. "Does it feel good? Fucking yourself in front of me? Getting lost in pleasure in front of your boss?"

The shame sat low in your stomach, mixing with the pleasure and threatening to push you over. "Ugh, yes. Yes, it feels so good! I'm so close."

As the words and moans were spilling out of your mouth Emily's hand crept around your body and landed on your clit. "You gonna be a good little whore for us now and come on his cock?"

You whimpered at the contact, she pinched at you and rubbed tight circles making you go faster on the toy.

You didn't fall over the edge, you were violently thrown over it. Your whole body shook with the force of your orgasm, insides pulsing and trapping the dildo inside you as you still on in. In the distance, you could hear Aaron's groaning and a faint 'fuck' as he came into your panties.

Emily softly guided you off the toy and back on the bed to lie down, both of them were praising you, telling you how amazing you were. Aaron had disappeared into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and Em was taking off the harness, laying it to the side for now before crawling into bed with you.

She was holding you in her arms, whispering sweet words to you. "You did so well, honey. Always so good. I love you so much."

Aaron came back and cleaned up the mess between your legs, being careful not to put too much pressure on your sensitive cunt. He took an extra moment just looking at you, committing your body to his memory.

You reached an arm out for him, motioning for him to lie down on your other side.

He gave a quick glance to Emily and she nodded to him before laying down and holding you too.

You knew this was probably never gonna happen again and that you'll never speak of it with him but you couldn't be happier right now, feeling utterly satisfied surrounded by your two favorite people.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut

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ozwriterchick · 7 months

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Engaged, Married, Pregnant, Baby?

A/Note: My 2nd Joe fic, hope you enjoy. Don't forget to like and reblog and leave me a comment with any feedback (nicely please)

I do not own any of the characters in this story except the OFC characters mentioned. I do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated or in any other way taken/stolen.

Characters: Joe Burrow; OFC!Reader; OFC!Readers Best Friend; Mentions of other Bengal players & staff

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy; Engagement; Breaking up; a bit of angst; flashbacks

W/C: 2836

You sat on the sofa in the living room of the house you shared with Joe, thinking back on the last few weeks. Things between you and Joe had changed so much, and so fast, that it still made your head spin.

The hardest part is not being able to tell anyone what was happening. You and Joe had both agreed to keep the news to yourselves for now. At least until you’d both got your heads around it.

As you contemplated everything, Joe walked in from the kitchen with a cup of tea for you and a bottle of water for him. He sat on the sofa next to you.

“So” he began, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel sick to be honest with you Joe, I just hate that I can’t talk to anyone about what’s going on. Get some advice on the best thing to do, the best way to handle all of this.”

“I know what you mean. I never dreamed things would turn out like this.”

“Can I ask you a question? I just want to know one thing”

“Of course, you can ask me anything.”

“Did you do this because of what I told you?”

“No, I’m not sure how I can make you see that this has nothing to do with anything else.”

“I don’t know, I’m just not sure about anything right now. I feel like I need some time on my own, staying here and not talking to anyone else is making me crazy and not helping me get this through my head.”

“So, who do you want to tell? Who are you going to talk to? Does the fact that we agreed not to say anything yet mean nothing?”

“Joe, don’t blow this out of proportion, please. Of course it means something, I just don’t think it’s getting either of us anywhere.”

You got up from the sofa and headed towards the stairs. “I’m going to pack a bag and go stay with Vanessa for a few days, I’m not cutting you off, we can still talk, but I need to talk to someone else…”

“Babe, I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you want or need, but if that’s what you need to do, I might talk to someone else as well. Remember I love you”

“I love you too Joe, I’ll see you in a few days”

Knocking on Vanessa, my best friend’s door later that day, I was nervous. Because all of a sudden my life recently was going to be laid bare to someone other than Joe or I. I know I told him I needed this but it didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

Vanessa opened the door, looking at me with a sympathetic look on her face and pulled me into a hug. “Oh babe, what happened? What did he do?”

“I’ll tell you everything, but can I come in and stay a couple of days, I just need to get my head together”

“Of course love, come on in, I’ll put the kettle on”

I sat at Vanessa’s kitchen table, after putting my bag in her spare room. She sat opposite me, placing a cup of tea in front of each of us.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s up or would you like some small talk?”

“I need to get this off my chest,” I laughed at her “Let me talk, no interruptions, questions at the end”

Smiling, she nodded and I cast my mind back about 5 weeks.

Flashback - 5 weeks ago

I woke early, even before Joe was up for his morning run. This wasn’t unusual, but it certainly wasn’t a regular occurrence. Unsure what had woken me, I pushed back the covers and made my way into our bathroom. After using the facilities, I washed my hands, splashing some water on my face.

As I turned to exit the bathroom, a cold sweat ran through me and I hesitated, feeling like I could throw up. Sitting on the edge of the bath, I took a few deep breaths as I rested my forehead on the countertop beside my sink,.

Feeling a bit better, I stood to go back to bed when I heard Joe stirring. “Babe, where are you?” He said.

Emerging from the bathroom, I smiled at him “Did you miss me? Can’t I even use the bathroom?” I smirked, letting him know I was not really pissed at him.

“I always miss you when you’re not right next to me.”

As I got back into bed, another wave of nausea hit me. I ran into the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

Joe followed me in “Joe go, you don’t need to see me vomiting.” I told him.

“Are you ok? What is wrong? Was it something you ate at dinner last night?”

“I don’t think so, you had the same thing so it couldn’t b that. Ir’s probably just some random 24 hour thing. I’ll call out of work today and spend the day resting on the couch with plenty of fluids and I’ll be right as rain tonight.”

“Only if you’re sure” he said. “I’ll put my run off this morning and let coach know that I won’t be at the stadium today.”

“No, Joe, season starts in just a few weeks, you have to keep going with your rehab on your calf and training to keep up your strength in other areas. I’ll be fine. I promise if I’m not I’ll let you know. No need for us both to put our days on hold.”

“Ok, but seriously, I mean it, let me know if you need anything.”

Joe made some simple toast for me and a cup of tea for breakfast so I had something in my stomach in case I needed to throw up again. As I promised Joe, I spent the day on the couch, binge watching Netflix and various other streaming services.

He made it home about 3.30pm with several bags of groceries. He’d bought a plethora of my favourite snacks, as well as food that would be gentle on my stomach that might make me feel like eating.

“How are you feeling now babe?” He asked.

“Much better, I haven’t thrown up again, so I’m not sure what it was but hopefully it’s gone now. I’m a little hungry, what did you want to do for dinner? I haven’t got anything out or started yet.”

“Well, given you’re the sick one, what do you feel like?”

“Maybe we could get Chinese, I could have some soup and maybe some fried rice or noodles, just no strong sauces or anything like that.”

“Sounds good, I’ll order from our usual place.”

After dinner that night, Joe and I relaxed for a bit, watched some tv then he noticed me yawning and my eyes drooping. “Babe” he whispered. “Let’s get you to bed, you need your rest.”

“Mmhmm, can you carry me?”

“Of course I can”. He picked me up effortlessly and carried me up the stairs as if I weighed nothing. He placed me on the edge of the bed, and went to the dresser to get some comfy jimmies out.

While I waited I headed into the bathroom to pee, and brush my teeth and then went to take my birth control which I did every night before bed. All of a sudden I went cold all over. Not the nauseous cold from earlier, but a cold realisation that I think I knew what was wrong.

“Uhhh, Joe..”

“Yeah, what’s up.” He walked through the bathroom door and looked at me in the mirror.

“I think I might have an idea what was wrong with me this morning.”

“Oh really? What do you think it was?” At that I turned around and he saw I had my birth control pills in my hand.

“Uhh, babe?” He questioned.

“I'm late. My period is late.”

His eyes went wide as he realised what I was saying “but you’re on the pill.”

“Yeah, but remember I drank too much about a month ago and I threw up, that night it mustn’t have got into my system enough.”

“Uhmmm, ok. Well, if you are, then you are. Do we have any tests?”

This wasn’t even a remote possibility. I shook my head.

“Well, I’ll go grab some and we can do the test first thing tomorrow. Let’s not get too excited until we do, ok?”

“Ok, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. Can you go get some now and we can do one tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll be back.”

About 20 minutes later, Joe was back with a pharmacy bag. He’d gone all out and had purchased about 3 different types of tests.

He was reading the back of one as he walked into the bedroom. “Babe, I’m not sure if it will achieve anything taking one tonight. The back of the pack says it’s most accurate first thing in the morning.”

“I know, but I won’t sleep if we wait. Negative or positive tonight, I at least need to have an answer, even if it comes up different tomorrow. Let’s use this early answer test, it’s supposed to pick up even the smallest trace of the HCG hormone.

I’ve never had 3 minutes take so long as it did waiting for this test to develop. Joe was pacing in and out of the bathroom door while I sat on the closed toilet lid, my knee bouncing showing my anxiety. I just wanted to know, but I also just wanted to know how Joe truly felt about it.

*Ding* the timer on my phone went off. Joe stopped pacing, standing in the doorway, holding himself up against the door frame.

I looked up at him anxiously, he nodded at me, telling me to check. Turning it over I could see the control line and I swear there was a faint 2nd line. I showed Joe “Do you see 1 line or 2?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure I think there’s a 2nd line, that means pregnant, right?”

“Usually, but it’s so faint I don’t know if I’m seeing it because I want to or because I don’t want to.”

“So it doesn’t put your mind at ease?”

“Not really, but I guess I’ll just have to wait until the morning. I’m going to try and sleep.”

“Ok, I’ll be back up shortly, I just have a bit of game film to watch for Zac tonight.”

Joe went into his office and, I didn’t know until the next morning but he’d messaged Zac to let him know that he’d likely not be in tomorrow as I wasn’t well. I’m glad he didn’t say anything else, that way if the morning test was negative, we wouldn’t have to explain anything.”

The next morning I woke early again, having managed to get a few hours sleep. Joe was already awake this time, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Morning” I said huskily, still sleep in my voice. “how are you this morning?”

“I think I should be asking you that” he chuckled. “Did you wanna get this done so we have some answers?”

Nodding I got up and made my way into the bathroom. Thankfully Joe didn’t follow me until he heard the tap running and knew I was done. I grabbed another of the early answer tests, and one of the digital tests and dipped them both in the container.

Snapping the caps back on, we started another 3 minute wait that didn’t go any faster than the one the night before.

When my phone pinged to let us know the time was up, I picked both tests up and looked at them. Turning my face to Joe, tears in my eyes, he said “Well…”

“Negative” I said.

His shoulders sagged and the look on his face was utter devastation. “Oh well, maybe that’s a good thing, we always talked about getting married and travelling a bit before having a baby.”

“Yeah, we did”

“So, it’s negative. That’s ok, it doesn’t mean it won’t happen in the future.”

“Right.”

“I mean.. Really? Are you sure?”

“No, it’s positive” and I showed him the tests. 2 strong lines on one and the word Pregnant on the other.

“But you said…”

“I know, I lied. But at least we know how you really feel about it.”

“Ooo, that’s a risky little move there babe. Oh. My. God. I’m going to be a Dad. We’re going to have a baby!”

I nodded “We’re going to have a baby.”

He hugged me and twirled me around, smattering kisses all over my face. “How do you feel about it?” he asked.

I’d had most of the night awake to think about it and the more I did, the more excited I became about the idea of having Joe’s baby.

I moved into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with the 2 tests in my hand. I really wanted to shout it from the rooftops but I knew we had to talk about it and decide when we’d start telling people. I’m pretty sure I’m about 4 weeks, which is still super super early and I didn’t want to have to explain if we told people and then something happened.

Joe had gone into the walk in robe and I could hear him rustling through one of his drawers. He came back out a few minutes later and sat beside me on the bed.

“So I guess we have to decide when we tell people” I said to him. “We should probably wait until after 12 weeks, that’s when the biggest danger period is over.”

Joe agreed and then turned to me. “Babe, I know we talked about this and doing it Engaged, Married, Pregnant, Baby, but maybe we can do it another way.”

“What do you mean Joe?”

“Maybe we do it Pregnant, Engaged, Baby, Married?” And with that he held out a small black box. He moved off the bed onto his knee and simply said “Marry Me?”

Present

“Oh. My. God. Sweetie, you’re pregnant.. and Engaged?”

“Well, Pregnant yes, engaged, eh, I’m not sure..”

“Why? You love Joe, and he clearly loves you.”

“I know but I’m worried he only proposed because of the baby. I want to marry him but I want him to want to marry me too, I don’t want him to do it just because of the baby.”

“I honestly don’t think that’s the case but you need to talk to him. You need to tell him that. Dear god woman, he’s been living in limbo. You’ve kept him hanging for 5 weeks? The poor guy is probably devastated thinking you don’t want to marry him.”

‘You’re so right, I need to talk to him and sort this out. It’s not fair to him. I was going to stay for a few days but I think I need to go home and tell him how I feel.”

“Please keep me updated and you know you always have a spare room here. No matter what.”

“Thanks V, I love you”

Back at our place I walked through the front door to see Joe asleep on the sofa. I quietly put my stuff back in our room and went downstairs, sitting beside him and shaking him gently.

“Joe babe, wake up. I’m home”

A very sleepy, disoriented Joe looked up at me “I thought you were going to be gone for a few days. I didn’t expect you back yet.”

“I know, but Vanessa and I talked and she made me see that the way I’ve treated you the last few weeks hasn’t been fair to you. So, let’s talk”

About an hour later, we had talked everything out. Lastly Joe said “I’d like to know why you thought I only proposed to you because of the baby?”

“I don’t know we had talked about it but not yet and not super seriously and it was just a shock and all.”

“Babe, we both found out you were pregnant at the same time right? Early that morning.”

“Right it was about 6.30am”

“And what did I do, I went straight to my closet and got the ring that I bought months back, and proposed.”

“Yeah?”

“Well if it was only about the baby, I would have had to go buy a ring, right?”

“Oh God, Joe, I’m so sorry, my hormones and probably already a bit of baby brain, I didn’t even think of that.”

“I love you, but you’re crazy - in a good way”

“I feel even worse now. But I guess I owe you an answer to that question from 5 weeks ago.”

“I guess you do…”

“Yes Joe, of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve wanted for a while.”

“Me too Babe, and now all I want is you and this baby.”

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/Note: Special kudos if you pick up the subtle reference I included to my favourite tv show..

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #ozwriterchick #angst

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life of Captains

Bit of angry writing and wanting to throw down ideas that will never really eventuate into full story.

Task 141 boy will be in their 40s. Risen to the ranks of captains.

Mature themes. Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Masterlist

Captain Soap MacTavish

“Morning.”

“... What’s with that?” Ghost pointed.

“ You like it? Took me a long time to grow and trim.”

“....”

“Morning Ghost. Morning Price…. You are not Price.”

“ Hey Gaz. Long time no see. Congratulations on joining the captain rank.”

“ … What is with the mutton chop? Are you trying to be Price?”

“Nah, my wife commented on how much she likes my beard once after I was too lazy to shave so I thought I gave it a go.”

“Too much information. I don’t need to know.”

Next day someone left a fishing hat and cigar on Soap’s desk.

“What happened to your hair?”

“Oh this? Ghost did it. It was getting a bit too long so I asked him to trim it back for me.”

“.. well tell him to stick to his day time occupation. No one ruins my joysticks to pleasure.”

Captain Simon Ghost Riley

“Here’s the file Captain.”

“ Thank you…..” Simon paused.

“.... You want to say something?”

“... Is your Ma still angry with me?”

“.... Yes.” Aileen sighed. “Da. You knew she would have found out one way or another, you should have let her know.”

Simon knew it was his own fault. He never saw you so angry since you fell out with him when you announced the surprise pregnancy with the twins.

He didn’t want you to be worried. But Soap accidentally let it slip.

Wrath of Mrs Riley was not to be trifled with.

“... Ma said she wants tulips, no roses.”

Simon smiled under his mask. Taking the hint that your anger is starting to subside, and now it’s the chance for him to make amends.

Later that day, a few soldiers saw their famous Captain at the florist, ordering a huge bouquet of flowers, with twin Sargents nagging him.

Captain John Price

“CAPTAIN JONATHAN PRICE.”

Air in the room instantly froze. Everyone knows when you, the head of the medical team, uses that tone, someone is going to be dying under your wrathful spit.

“ Yes lo…. Yes Ma’am. What can I do for you.”

“ In my office. NOW.”

Price can sense everyone’s pity through their eyes as he walks out of the room. Good luck, stay alive.

Price follows you silently through the corridor. Towards the direction of his office.

Price smirked.

Price emerges from his office early the next day, hair and shirt dishevelled but sporting a smug smile, plus a few hickies on his neck.

Captain Kyle Gaz Garrick

“You promise?”

“ Yes babe. I promise.I will be home more and less on field missions from now on.”

Fifteen years of marriage with Kyle, through the up and down. Worrying that a phone call from unknown number is going to be the phone call, telling you your husband isn’t going to come home to you anymore.

“They have been bugging me for years to share my expertise with the metro police special units, I thought it was time to take up that offer.”

“ So you're going to be teaching in front of all those recruits? Should I start calling you Professor Garrick, and get you a bi-focal glasses that I been nagging you about?”

Gaz rolled his eyes. He refuses to admit he is starting to struggle to read fine prints, even with Price nudging him.

“ There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Part of him is glad he will get to spend more time with his family. He missed out on so many milestone events. You understand that comes with the jobs, but seeing disappointment in the children’s eyes when you tell them again and again that their daddy isn’t going to be home for their first recital or performances really hurts you both.

He worked hard enough, it is time for him to step back, to enjoy time with his family, and with his taskforce 141 families as well.

Sorry @brewed-pangolin for stealing the mohawk joystick quote.

#task force 141 #captain john price #captain price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #gaz garrick #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

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If you still write for kit, can I request something where the reader is kits gf and comes out to him as bisexual, and is really nervous about it even tho he’s super accepting (like are you sure you’re okay with it) bc they get scared but he’s super reassuring 🥺

hi love ! yes, i still write for kit ! of course :) thanks for requesting !! sorry for taking so long to answer !

pairing : kit connor x female!reader summary : you come out as bi to kit word count : 1.2k warnings : none, i think

You'd first felt it when you were younger. You loved the Totally Spies and spent your afternoons watching the show when you'd come home from school. And you especially loved Britney. She was like the perfect mix of Sam, Clover and Alex. Who wouldn't love her ? But you didn’t think anything of it back then.

Then you had the same sort of feeling when you'd first watched Pirates of the Caribbean as a young teenager. Will Turner was gloriously handsome, of course, but you felt the same way about Elizabeth Swan. She was graceful, not to mention beautiful, and could handle her own in battle, she could shoot, kick ass... What couldn't she do ? You didn’t think twice about it then, either.

Same happened when you met a girl at camp. She was nice and beautiful and really funny. You were so happy to be her friend. You didn’t realize what the butterflies in your stomach whenever she touched you meant.

You'd never thought too much about these feelings, figuring everyone felt the same. It's totally normal to wonder what it would be like to kiss your female friends, right ? Everybody did that, didn't they ?

A lot of your friends came out over the years, so you grew more familiar with the LGBTQ+ community, sexualities and gender identities. But you never questioned your own. And why would you ? You were now dating Kit, had been for a few months, actually, so why would you even think about questioning your sexuality ?

And then Kit got cast for Heartstopper. And with him, you dived even deeper into the world of queerness. And more than once, when helping him rehearse his lines, you'd read the script and thought : hey, I feel this way sometimes, too. But still, you didn't think too much about it.

And then, Heartstopper finally came out. All of the cast gathered to binge watch it in one day. You had been invited too, along with the other significant others. Everyone had to bring something, so you and Kit had made a heart-shaped chocolate cake that morning.

You were all snuggled up on the couch and Joe finally pushed play on the first episode. You were leaning in Kit’s side with your legs laying over his lap. He wrapped an arm your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head when the intro started.

You squealed along with everyone when Joe first appeared on the screen. Everyone screamed and laughed whenever a new character would appear on the screen. You watched episode after episode, glee filling your being and shining with pride as you watched Kit’s amazing performance.

You got quiet when Nick started questioning his sexuality. Your heart sped up when he did the “Are you gay” quiz on the internet. You quickly excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

You tried to take deep breaths as you locked yourself in the bathroom. You’d felt the same things for women that Nick felt for men. Was it possible that you weren’t- straight ?

You locked the door behind you and leaned on the sink. Did you- like girls ? You looked at yourself in the mirror and winced at the look on your face. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like not knowing. A knock at the door startled you.

“Y/N ? You alright, love ?” Kit. You splashed some water onto your face and flushed the toilet, drying your face. “Yeah, just really had to go all of a sudden,” you lied as you unlocked and opened the door. Kit looked down at you and chuckled. “Oh, sorry, my love.” “It’s fine,” you laughed, “no worries, babe.”

You couldn’t get it out of your head for weeks. Did you like girls ? Were you pretending to ? Were you a lesbian ? No, you liked Kit. What were you ? You talked it over with your friends a lot. They all told you the same thing : “With time, you’ll know.” Maybe you would think you were bi for a while and then discover that you didn’t like men at all, or the contrary. It frustrated you to not know. No one else but you could know what your sexuality was. And the answer wouldn’t magically appear on a silver platter, as much as you wished it would.

Kit noticed your change in behaviour. Your temper was shorter than usual and you acted distant from him. After worrying for a few weeks, he finally confronted you. You were in the kitchen, making some instant ramen when he finally talked to you about it.

“Y/N ?” he asked tentatively. “Yeah ?” you hummed absent-mindedly. “Is something going on these days ?” You tensed at his words. He noticed immediately and touched your arm. “I don’t mean to upset you, love, but I just want to let you know that if something’s the matter with you, with us or with me, I’m here and you can talk to me about it you want to.”

You wanted to cry at his kindness and thoughtfulness. “I-“ Your voice caught in your throat. A ball formed in your stomach as you thought of voicing your thoughts and worrying. How would he react? Of course he'd understand, but- What ifs flooded your brain as you spluttered like a fish out of water. He took your hand in his, bringing you back to reality as he kissed your knuckled. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready to, you know." "No, I- I want to." You took a deep breath. Kit looked at you, giving you his undivided attention. "I've been feeling like this for a while now, and it only got stronger when we watched your show together because it really put it in front of me. Like I couldn't ignore it any longer, you know?" Kit tilted his head to the side, somewhat confused as to what you were speaking about. "I- I think I'm bisexual." The word felt alien in your mouth. "I think I like both boys, especially you, of course, and girls. I- I'm attracted to both."

Kit smiled at you, squeezing your hand. "Thank you for telling me. I know it's not easy." "No," you chuckled, wiping a stray tear from your eye, you didn't even know why you were crying, "it's not. But you make it easier." "And how do you feel about it?" "I- okay, I guess. It's good to know there are others like me, like us. H-how do you feel about it?”

“I think it just gives me one more thing to love about you,”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” you asked nervously, worrying your bottom lip. Kit nodded, still smiling. "Not in the slightest. I'm so proud of you. Can I kiss you?" You nodded. "Of course, this doesn't change how I feel about you in the slightest." He hummed and leaned forward, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling and comfort he brought you. He pulled away. "I don't think I'm ready to tell everyone yet, though." "No, of course, you don't have to tell anyone you don't want to. You don't owe anyone anything."

#kit connor x you #kit connor x reader #kit connor

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Chapter 1 - The Ghosts of Babylon

Series Chapter Index | Read on AO3 | Complete

Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut and violence Series tags: Joel Miller x You, Joel Miller x Reader, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, LGBTQ+ characters, y/n is bi/pan, y/n is ~45, violence, pregnancy, abortion, medical trauma, emotional trauma, panic attacks, sex work, suicide, smut, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, romance, no use of y/n, reader has longish hair, Joel can lift you, smallish age gap (~11 years), I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

Portland, Maine September 26, 2003

“Fuck.”

The air in the bathroom is thick with moisture, making it hard to breathe. You wipe at the condensation on the mirror and stare at the face reflected back at you, pale and drawn in the yellow light.

“Fuck, fuuuuck,” you mutter, holding the pregnancy test up and squinting, tilting it this way and that, hoping the extra line is just a trick of the light, but it doesn’t go away. You groan, internally vacillating between panic and rage.

Fuck.

There’s a knock at the door. Your girlfriend, Joanna, probably wondering what’s taking so long.

“Hey, you done? We just got called into the hospital again.”

“What?” You drop the stick onto the counter, but you can’t stop staring at it, the two clear blue lines taunting you. Outside your shared one-bedroom apartment a siren begins to wail. “I just got home.”

“That’s the job, babe,” Jo says. The doorknob creaks, breaking your reverie.

“Shit, just a sec,” you mutter, shoving your foot against the door and fumbling for some toilet paper to wrap the test in before tucking it at the bottom of the garbage can. You swallow the urge to vomit as Jo pokes her head in.

“You’ve been in here forever–”

“Jeez, privacy,” you snap, clutching the towel to your body more tightly, suddenly keenly aware of how flimsy it is, how exposed you are.

Jo’s eyes widen with hurt and you immediately soften, guilt stabbing at the gentlest swell in your abdomen. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…it’s just been a long-ass day.”

You soothe her with a quick kiss, hoping she can’t taste the hint of bile under the mint of your toothpaste and mouthwash.

“I’ll be right there,” you say, ducking around her, headed to your room in search of fresh scrubs.

“You want something to eat? I made sandwiches to go.”

Your stomach turns. “No, I ate at the caf after my last shift,” you lie. “Is this an all-hands thing?” you call over your shoulder as you dig in the hamper. Nothing is clean, there’s never enough time to do laundry.

Plenty of time to fuck an old buddy and get knocked up, though , you think, setting your lips in a grim line and smoothing the wrinkles out of some navy blue slacks.

“Yeah, Dan says they’re calling everyone in,” she confirms. “Something about a virus, flu season’s starting early, they’re expecting a full house. It’s bad.”

“Mmm,” you say, pulling on the freshest top you can find and tying back your hair in a ponytail. You meet Jo at the door where she hands you a brown paper sack, presumably your sandwich.

“You okay?” she asks as you walk the four blocks to the hospital, grateful for the crisp fall air. You hope it hides the flush in your cheeks, hopes she didn’t hear you retching before you stepped into the shower. She reaches for your hand and takes it, but your fingers are numb. “You’re quiet.”

“I’m fine,” you say automatically. “Just…tired.”

“Okay…hey, I had an idea for our anniversary next week.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s this new place on Congress Street, they do a great brunch with free mimosas? Since it’s on a Sunday I thought we could probably sneak in a date after your shift–”

“That’s fine,” you say automatically, squeezing her hand in weak reassurance; just the word brunch makes your stomach turn. “I mean, great, sounds great.”

She stops you outside the hospital’s employee entrance and holds fast to your hand to pull you back before you can go in.

“Babe. Are you sure you’re alright?”

You blink back tears, swallow hard, and it almost comes out. You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of a siren interrupts as an ambulance screams out of the nearby garage, lights flashing, and the moment is gone.

You pull her into a tight hug. She smells soft and warm and familiar, like oranges and vanilla. You press a tight kiss to the nape of her neck in an unusually public display of affection.

“Whoa,” she says softly, taking an unintentional step back as if to catch you.

“I’m okay,” you murmur into her neck. “We’ll be okay.”

~*~

The smell of antiseptic barely registers as you enter the building, so familiar to you now it’s like a second home. Joanna gives you a quick wave before being intercepted by her attending, who drags her off to the ICU to check on a patient.

By the time you drop your bag off at your locker, shoving the paper satchel with your sandwich at the back, you’ve almost put the pregnancy out of your mind. It comes naturally, this tight compartmentalization of your feelings, this easy decoupling from your emotional state.

The on-call attending physician looks no worse for the wear, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if someone higher up is overreacting to the news out of Indonesia. Your limited knowledge of virology knows the flu can’t jump that quickly. You’re over a hundred miles from the nearest major airport. It will be several days before what’s happening there crawls its way to this tiny state. It’s true, the waiting room is busy, but that’s not unusual for a Friday night.

You fight off a wave of nausea and take a clipboard from the wall.

~*~

Several hours later, at about the time a man named Joel Miller is holding his dead daughter in his arms somewhere in Texas, you are beginning to understand that this is not influenza.

Reports out of Boston and New York City are fragmented and, quite frankly, unbelievable. There’s a federal emergency warning on the screen of every television in the lobby and a growing sense of unease as nurses, doctors, and assistants dash between rooms, weaving between gurneys, calling out orders for beds, antibiotics, IVs. The thrum of the waiting room only grows louder and more insistent. The sirens are a constant, frenetic wail in the distance.

But all of that is a dim clamor in the background because your latest patient has a bite. A distinctly human-mouth-shaped arc of angry red impressions in the crook of their neck. The patient also has a sudden fever and a rash that is rapidly spreading up the side of their head.

Rashes don’t move like that, rashes don’t fucking undulate …

If you didn’t know better you’d think it was blood poisoning, but you’ve never seen sepsis like this. You watched the bite happen, watched a troubled man in the waiting room lurch from his chair and fly toward his victim, sinking his teeth into the flesh of her neck before being restrained by an orderly and the receptionist. That was maybe five minutes ago, and you’ve never seen an infection spread so fucking fast . By the time you’d helped the patient into a cot, they were already shivering, skin clammy and burning at the same time.

The patient is your partner, Joanna.

“What…the fuck,” she murmurs, chest heaving. Her neck twitches and jumps under your careful, probing touch. Her skin is already dewy with sweat, hot under your fingertips.

“Hold still,” you hiss, unsure if you’re talking to her or your trembling hands. You douse the bite in antiseptic, wiping away the blood with a clean square of gauze, leaning in to examine the rash again. It’s crept up from her collarbone to her ear, and it has to be your imagination, but you can almost see it…move. Joanna is shivering, whether from the fever or shock you don’t know, but you don’t have time to process before a shriek rings out from the hall.

“Need some help out here!”

Joanna grimaces, hissing softly through her teeth. “Go.”

“Jo–”

“Go. I’ll be fine,” she says, even as her eyes roll back in pain.

You give her one last desperate look, squeezing her hand, whispering, “I’ll be right back,” before ducking out of the room.

A woman is seizing on the floor, spasms jerking her limbs from side to side. A nurse looks up at you with wide eyes as he attempts to stabilize the patient’s head and neck. The seizing woman’s head turns sharply and her teeth make contact with his wrist, ripping a gash in the tender flesh.

“Shit!” he cries, jerking his hand away, blood running in rivulets down his arm.

“Go, I’ve got this,” you bark. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask if you’re sure, just backs away and runs down the hall.

A hot hand on your shoulder spins you around before you can figure out what to do with the writhing woman on the floor. It’s Joanna, her eyes cloudy. The heat radiates off her body in waves, the rash–

Not a rash.

–has spread up her neck, already red and raised welt-like lines are slithering–

Rashes don’t slither.

–around the sunken sockets of her eyes.

“Help…” she croaks. Her fingers pulse and twitch against your collarbone, gripping too tight, too close.

“Jo, it’s–” you start to soothe, intending to send her back to bed, but she’s staggering toward you in sharp jerks, her mouth glistening, and some deep, primal urge makes you recoil from your lover’s embrace. You stumble backward, heels catching on the woman on the floor, and you land on your tailbone behind her.

Joanna follows like a moth to your flame, pitching forward, crawling, oblivious to the woman on the floor who is also moving underneath her, rolling over in a jerky, twisting, impossible way. Both women lock onto you and you can almost feel their need, their–

Hunger.

From down the hall comes a rising chorus of shouts, a crash. Someone bursts through the doors from the waiting room, one shoulder soaked with blood. From between the swinging doors, you see glimpses of chaos, hear more screams.

No. No. Not Jo. Not–

Something inside you breaks; you scramble backward, barely stifling a moan. You feel a hand tighten around your ankle and you kick it away, the tile floor slippery against your sweaty palms. Another hand grasps, scrabbles, another kick; a bloody palm print gleams on the crisp white leather toe of your sneaker.

No! No! Get out!

By some miracle you find your feet, feel yourself turning, running down the hall, deeper into the hospital. A dim part of your brain reaches for a reprimand, but you can’t make yourself stop, driven by panic, passing lines of gurneys and bodies slumped on the floor. You’re acutely aware of the thick smell of blood, drowning out the familiar antiseptic wash. You push your way through crowded halls over a chorus of groans and screams.

Out get out get out out out–

You burst through an emergency exit at the back of the hospital gasping for air, pressing your back to the weathered brick. Your heart lurches in your chest, wishing for this to end, for you to wake up in your bed after a bad dream.

A pregnancy dream , you think, barking a manic laugh into the night, recalling that your biggest fear this morning had been a little nausea and a missing red dot on the calendar. You taste hot bile and feel yourself swaying, ready to empty the meager contents of your stomach next to the dumpster, but a blinding light freezes you in its glare.

“Stop right there!”

You blink, stunned. Then you see the gun.

A figure in Army fatigues is pointing a rifle at you. The trembling of the muzzle makes you understand he’s just as scared as you are. If you get sick now, you’re a dead woman.

You raise your shaking hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot, I’m a…I’m a doctor.”

He doesn’t lower the weapon. “Are you bit?”

“I’m not–I don’t know what–”

His voice rises, panic creeping in as he gestures with the rifle, jabbing it at you. “Are you bit?!? Are you sick?”

“No!” you say, trying not to let your voice shake. “No, I’m not sick.”

He swallows hard, appearing to take this in. You close your eyes in the endless seconds between breaths, waiting for the crack of the rifle.

You open your eyes at the sound of the gun being lowered to his side.

“Ma’am,” he says shakily. “I think you should come with me.”

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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riacte · 5 months

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Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

🚀 renthepilot

HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

❤️ falsewell

Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

🚀 renthepilot

Thank u FalsE!!!!!! :DDDDDD >.< RD

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

❤️ falsewell

I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

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WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

🍀 et1vision Follow

Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

🪓 handoftheking

That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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🔥 yaoihell Follow

save me queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts save me

🏐 apollos-dodgeball 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 Follow

Congratulations on the prophecy!

[Beep boop, this is a gimmick blog!]

🔥 yaoihell Follow

what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

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dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

oh.

🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

🪓 handoftheking

Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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🎵 daily-music Follow

Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

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who has little wood

🎵 daily-music Follow

why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

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sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

#im so done with yalls bullshit #who are these people #why do they show up in my tags

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#space opera au #i feel delirious. i think i hauve a stomachache #dashboard simulator #treebark #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #long post #unreality

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im-in-a-love-cult · 6 months

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Marauders era headcanons!!

The Royal court

Requested by @thestarslittleking

Sorry if you disagree with some of them!!

Regulus

Pouty

Like a pout is almost always on his face

His eyes are really telling of his emotions sometimes

Likes physical contact with people hes EXTREMELY close with

Likes being called Reg by people hes close with

If a random person calls him it theyre going to the hospital 💀💀

Bi, trans and asexual

'Its the 70s he wouldnt be-' kindly stfu 💞💞🥰🥰

This is a common one but hes practically a poet

Strong French accent

Japanese/british English/ French

As i said in the previous hcs his accent is stronger then Sirius's

Loves the water

He's actually really smiley around his friends

Classical music but when he gets into his later years in hogwarts he starts to like goth music

I can see him being good at gothic dances

Black cat animagus IDC

Barty

unhinged

Thats it. Thats the hc.

A whore tbh

Liked Reggie for a while

Until he was like 'dayum look at Evan 😼'

LMFAO

Ok I'll try not to include too many ships in these

This isnt my original idea but affectionately bites people

'Barty... what're you doing?" "Nom"

When drunk hes...something

Take that how u will

Tw for drugs in the next hc!!

Honestly more of a weed kinda guy

Ok tw over continue reading

Professional complainer

If complaining was a job he'd be the richest man alive (well not alive but..)

ROCK MUSIC

queen fan idc

Him and Sirius are actually very similar in a lot of areas

Thats why Reggie was drawn to Barty

Plays the drums

He wears tank tops a lot

Always hurts somewhere

Its mostly his fault

I can see him being bi with a preference for boys or just full on gay

Dorcas

Sirius has competition to whos the most beautiful person in the Marauders era fr

Almost always has locs or braids

Scarily good at makeup

Tall

Potential to be a 2000s Victoria secret model fr

Has the most beautiful soothing voice

Lesbian non-binary (they/she)

So many people have a crush on them

Fav alcohol is wine

Classy 😻😻

Extremely smart

Really long eyelashes

I love her

Doesn't care for animals

Really likes dragons tho

HER AND REGGIE ARE A POWER DUO IDC

Steady hands

Wears lots of rings

Ignores people a lot 💀💀

Sassy as HELLL

Barely ever means it tho

Evan

One of those scary blue eyed blondes

Kind of a less energetic version of Barty

BISEXUAL IDC

A gentleman to all girls he dates

All the boys got usual, casual dating

Barty gets to be treated like a one of those dogs that look like rats 🥰

I KNOW WHAT THE NAME IS BUT I CANT SPELL IT

Chiwawa

Ciwawa

Chiwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I can see him having really light freckles

Will punch someone in the face for funsies

"Evan why would you do that!?!" "I was bored bro"

BARELY passes his tests

He passes but only by a few marks

Loves making fun of peoples voices

Its his favourite pastime

Pandora

So unnecessarily nice to 1st years

And everyone tbh

Smiley

Pansexual

Loves animals of any kind

If shes angry shes lowkey scary 😨😨

Actually really funny

Her hairs messy 84% of the time

When shes too active or gets too hot her cheeks go really red

ME TOO BABES ME TOO 😭🤞

Spaces out so easily

Blonde blue eyed but less scary than evan 😭

A bit of a potty mouth

Also really smart

"Wow this friend groups so smart!" And then theres Evan and Barty 💀💀

Really posh accent

Has scars from thorns and animals and shit 💀

Loves learning new things

No matter what that thing it

'Knowledge has no boundaries' i feel like she says that

Or at least goes by it

Shes so real wtf

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Domestic Bliss

CW: Todoroki’s terrible cooking (I don’t care if he can cook in canon, this is MY WORLD and I’ll do whatever I want with him-), theres a lot of slang and meme talk, nose injury ig?? Todoroki wearing an apron and being domestic and cute :D, mentions of vomit, trying really heard not to gag or throw up, tears, being in mental/physical anguish bc of bad cooking.

WORD COUNT: approx. 1800 words, second person

Summary: You’re already having a shitty morning, what else could go wrong? ...Todoroki’s cooking, that’s what.

Good morning.

Well, considering that you fell face first out of bed, good morning is probably inaccurate.

Your stomach rumbles as you stumble out of your dorm room, your eyes bleary, mind still fuzzy with sleep. and nose aching painfully from its sudden meeting with the floor.

You curse to yourself as you make your way to the dorm's kitchen, hoping that a warm breakfast (hopefully made by Bakugou) will make your morning somewhat better.

Your hand comes up to rub your throbbing nose as you shuffle into the dining space, seeing your beloved classmates. They all greet you with various degrees of enthusiasm and sleepiness.

You feel your mood brighten slightly as you see Mina peak her head around the corner of the kitchen and look at you.

You feel your mood suddenly drop when you see how awkward and sort of filled with dread? she looks.

You stop in your tracks as your pink haired friend pulls her head back behind the wall of the kitchen and whisper something incoherent. Oh God, what is she doing? You're not in the mood for silly goofy shenanigans right now.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion when she comes back out and walks toward you, slinging her arm around your shoulders and stretches out her words with a sleezy tone.

"Heeyy, my awesome, epic slay bestie. How are youu? Have a good morning so far?" Mina averts her eyes suspiciously as you stare her down for her strange behaviour. You sigh as you pout and rub your nose.

"Shit. It was shit, Mina. I fell off the bed and smacked my nose into the ground. God, I'm surprised it’s not bleeding” Mina cringes for a moment, looking very sorry for you as she leans in closer to whisper to you.

"Well, your morning is about to get a whole lot worse" She grimaces before explaining further.

"A special someone who is near and dear to your heart is cooking you breakfast," Your eyes widen for a moment and your heart flutters, quickly looking around to see if anyone is listening in before whispering out the name.

"Todoroki? is cooking me breakfast?" You look at Mina in disbelief as your thoughts run wild and your heart beats heavily in your chest. Todoroki? The love of your life and your future husband? (He doesn’t know it yet, but he is). He’s making you breakfast?

“That- That’s great! OMG, he’s solidifying his role as my house husband. Why would that make my morning worse?” You smile brightly, with a mood lifted so high, your nose doesn’t even hurt anymore. Mina looks at you for a moment, an unreadable look on her face. She opens and closes her mouth a few times before whispering.

“…the food that he’s making, it-… it looks alive. Its like, burnt but also raw at the same time?” Mina looks at you with an unpleasant look on her face. You let out a nervous chuckle and ask cautiously, your eyes narrowing and smile fading slightly.

“Oh. come on. Surely It can’t be that bad, right?” You let out a small chuckle again as you keep looking at her. The smile fades off your face as her face does not change from its dread-filled cringe. Mina’s eyes flicker to the kitchen behind you both. She slowly turns her gaze back to you. She bites her lip and shakes her head gently. Your face drops into a deadpan stare and you point your finger at her weakly.

“Say sike right now. Say sike, right. Now” Mina shakes her head more firmly as you vehemently deny the truth.

“He can’t cook for shit- “

“You’re lying- “

“I’m sorry, babe. No bi-coloured house husband for you- “

“SAY SIKE- “

“[Name], you’re awake.” Both your and Mina’s heads whip around to face the new voice. Todoroki stands there in a navy-blue apron with a dirty, batter-covered whisk in hand. The apron is covered in flour and what you assume is eggs? (at least, you hope) and his hair is slicked back with one of Mina’s ‘self-care’ headbands. You feel the air briefly leave your lungs as you take in how domestic he looks, with his cute little apron and messy, pulled back hair, his heterochromatic eyes looking at you so eagerly-

You also feel the air actually leave your lungs when Mina jabs her elbow into your ribs. You keel over and clutch the abused spot on your torso as Mina greets Todoroki.

“Heyy, ‘roki. I got [Name], just like you wanted. Though, class starts soon. We might not have time for breakfast.” Mina chuckles nervously as you give a weak nod in agreement. If Mina is trying to save you from this fate, then its most likely for good reason.

“oh” Todoroki looks down for a moment before speaking softly, “...I was really looking forward to seeing you try it…”.

…

Fuck good reason and fuck Mina.

“I’ll try it!” You chirp out, much to the delight of Todoroki and the absolute, unfathomable horror of Mina. Todoroki looks at you with eager eyes.

“Really? You’ll try it?” Todoroki takes a half step forward, looking at you with gentle enthusiasm. (as enthusiastic as Todoroki can get). You nod fearlessly, pointedly avoiding Mina’s petrified stare into the side of your head.

“Yeah, I bumped my nose, so I’ll have to go see recovery girl- I’ll be late anyway so I’ll try it, yeah” Todoroki nods in response and takes a few steps back and begins to turn away, back to presumably get the food you will be consuming.

“Take a seat at the table, I’ll bring it out to you”. You let out a ‘mhm’ in agreement and unashamedly avoid Mina’s gaze as you plop down into an empty seat at the dining table. Mina stares a hole into your head as you stare into the table, sweating at the intensity of her glare.

Todoroki comes back quickly and places a plate down in front of you and for a second, you feel nothing. Your expression is blank as you observe what is there.

…oh.

…Mina was right

It…

It looks… alive??

There are no words to describe the amalgamation on the plate before you. You gape, slack jawed and eyes wide at this… thing?? as Todoroki presents it and places it on the table in front of you.

You observe it, terrified, for a moment (why is it purple?), trying to figure out the best way to approach such a beast (WHY IS IT MOVING??).

From your peripherals, you see Mina staring at it too with her face turning more and more horrified as the seconds tick past.

You slowly turn your head to look at Todoroki, eyes wide as you take in his expression.

He looks so… excited.

Well, as excited as his usually stoic and blank expression can look.

He looks so, so eager for you to try this.

For you to like it.

…

…for you to like him.

…

Damn it…

You take a deep breath in, then suddenly, faster than anyone in the room can follow with their eyes, you scoop some of the ooze onto your fork and shove it into your mouth.

…

…oh

…

Oh.

Oh No.

Oh God.

You have never been more grateful to be in the hero course because it takes every ounce of strength in your entire body to not immediately throw up.

How is it wet AND dry at the same time??

Its vile.

You don’t even have a chance to even try and chew before it completely dissolves into liquid in your mouth. There are dry lumps of something? In it.

Its rancid.

Your eyes start watering as you take in the taste.

There are no words to describe it other than,

disgusting.

Pure, foul, putrid-

You turn your watery gaze to Todoroki, and he looks back. His eyes are wide with anticipation, and you hear his breath hitch quietly.

You take a deep inhale in (bad choice, you smell it now),

…

You force your face to go completely blank as you weakly lift a hand up.

A weak thumbs up.

…

His smile is almost enough for you to forget the taste of death.

The smallest, proud little grin splits across Todoroki’s face as he lets out a relieved sigh. He looks beautiful. His expression goes blank again as he coughs into his hand and speaks, a small, barely noticeable blush on his cheeks. Oh, that blush-

“I’m glad that you like it” He looks at you, with the same small smile and you almost feel like it was worth it. You nod stiffly, feeling as if the second you open your mouth, you will begin to projectile vomit. Your mouth twists into a painful grimace smile as you nod.

Todoroki keeps looking at you for a moment before one of Todoroki’s friends- Midoriya or Iida, you assume, you can’t hear well over the ringing in your ears from the sheer force of trying not to gag-

Todoroki turns his gaze back to you as you attempt to swallow (unsuccessfully). He looks at you with those gentle, beautiful eyes and asks softly.

“I’ll see you for afternoon classes, right? Maybe we can sit next to each other?” You nod stiffly again, unable to do anything but sit there, lest you begin to violently throw up.

He turns away and leaves with his group of friends.

Your throat burns and your eyes follow Todoroki as he begins the walk to the school campus, friends in tow. Your eyes water as you just sit there, Mina standing over you with a horrified expression.

You think back to the smile Todoroki gave you. A delicate, kind thing for you and you alone.

Even though your nose still hurts like a bitch, and your taste buds are dying as we speak, your mood lightens ever so slightly and you don’t regret a thing.

Despite how the morning started (with a face full of wooden floor) and how its just now ended (a mouthful of burnt, yet still undercooked 'breakfast' and tears forming in your eyes), your lips still twitch into a smile against your agonised, pained will.

Mina comfortingly pats you on the shoulder as a single, pain-filled tear runs down your cheek.

God damn, the things you do for love.

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