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nopeferatu · 1 year

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i wish brokeback mountain fics entertained the idea that jack knocked lureen up and thats why they got married more often

cause in the short story jack mentions the fact that he'd never wanted kids or anything like that, so i think its highly plausible that bad luck jack, whos life never seems to go the way he wants it to, would fool around with some rodeo queen one night and he winds up getting her pregnant. and what else can he do but marry her? he's been taught to do the respectable thing, and her daddy would probably find and gut him if he sullied his little girl's reputation and left her to deal w it on her own anyways.

but i just think it would add an extra layer of sadness to it all...the idea that jack, whos pretty much only interested in men, probably only messed around with lureen because he was pent up and lonely and sexually frustrated, and heres this beautiful, rich rodeo cowgirl whos giving this poor ranch boy the eyes and making him feel wanted for once in his sorry godamn life. making him feel like someone sees something worthwhile about him. he doesn't prefer a woman, but he's desperate, and she chose him. she could've had her pick of the bar because shes a big deal and any man would've been lucky to have her, but she chose him.

and now this thing—that was supposed to just be a quick fuck in the backseat of her car to help quell the need for human contact until the next motel cowboy came along—is going to define his entire life.

hes going to do right by her and get married. shes going to have his kid. hes going to be a dad.

his whole life has been laid out before him and the one time he said fuck it and had sex with a woman is all it took for everything to be set in stone. its just so. fucking. sad.

#i think jack is such a sad character #a lot of fics lean into this idea of his endless optimism driving him to think that things could really go his way if he tried hard enough #despite getting the short end of the stick time and time again and its just like. ughhhh its just so heart breaking #i forget where i read this descriptiom at but it said #smth like his perserverence is what keeps getting him back on the bull every time he hits the ground because he knows what he wants and he #believes that if he just keeps trying he can wrangle life and make it bend to his will #and its just like :( like life just delt that boy such an unfair hand and he still didnt bend to it. he still felt like things could still #go his way till the very end. i feel like his hope may have wavered for awhile there after he mistook ennis' divorce for the sign that they #were finally gonna start a life together #but finally after his final meeting w ennis he just realized he was holding onto a lost cause and finally said fuck it. im gonna take life #into my own hands and im gonna try and get his new guy to come up with me and maybe it wont be the guy that i really want but maybe #i can grow to love him and finally stop living this half life. and just as hes about to try and make that happen he dies #guhhhhhhh #still brokeback posting #brokeback mountain

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greatfairymia · 11 months

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#spoilers for the fic if anyone doesnt want that!#not major ones but theres your warning #the plan for ch 19 has always been for them to get in a big fight that lasts for awhile #and try as i might to get them to be angry with each other...#it's not working #they wont stay angry #they get a little peeved but not this huge blowout fight they were supposed to have #im not upset im glad! they wont fight bc they've been thru enough together... it doesn't make narrative sense for them to #it's nice ;v;

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fishy-lava · 1 year

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ya know some people seem to think shipping something automatically means i want them to get married and live a soft domestic life together and yeah sometimes but sometimes i just wanna see some people rip each other to shreds and have feelings about it the whole time sometimes the end game for a ship is somebody’s death and sometimes i just wanna see them fuck each others brains out not everything needs a happy domestic ending man

#this is something ive been thinking about for awhile now but getting into bsd just made it stronger #people like to point out that dazai and chuuya will never get a happy ending like girl I KNOW #i dont want them to #i mean yeah i want chuuya to be happy but he's not gonna get that so i might as well have fun with his suffering instead #every time i see a fic about dazai and chuuya being married and soft and having kids i skip over it because i could never in a million years #imagine that and have it be in character #they are each others doom and i like it that way #ik this makes me a bit of a hypocrite for some things but come on man theres just some boundaries i wont pass #i have double standards alright im not gonna pretend i dont

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lvminae · 2 years

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I am profic and enjoy dead dove content but it is actually pretty rare for me to make it myself (mostly cause stuff I make is focused on my I have the most creative drive for and most dead dove content isn't what I wanna make).

But man gotta admit I've been inspired lately.

#asher.txt #i wont be posting it here but actually like. working on a full piece #and tbh a fic to go with it #ill then probably make nothing for awhile cause i gotta focus on dressuptober

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭

♡ sure, he has a girlfriend, but she just isn't you ♡ (aka how hq men would react to you asking them how their gf would feel about what you're doing rn)

♡ featuring: ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ, ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ᴛsᴜᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ cheating, nsfw mdni, afab reader she/her pronouns, individual tags for each~

♡ i will write a part two to this if people want it (send me an ask with a name and i'll do it, really, i swear), and maybe even if they don't because i'm obsessed with this concept fr. ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

♡ the song that inspired this entire thing (xxx) ♡ wrote this same vibe w atsumu but its a whole fic (xxx)

♡ akaashi ♡ 1 day // guilty fucking, just can't help himself

“f-fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he tells you, voice not nearly are strong as you’re sure he means it to be. he pushes his hips forward again, sliding his cock slowly inside of you, thumb spreading your lips apart so that he can watch himself disappear inch by inch.

he’s nearly crumbling in front of you, fucking in and out of you, one word punctuating each thrust. “we… shouldn’t…. be… doing…. this….” his voice is just as shaky as his forearms bracing you.

his forehead falls against your shoulder, moaning into your soft skin. he presses kisses wherever he can reach, trailing up your collarbones to the sensitive areas of your neck and the underside of your jaw.

akaashi is really not the type of guy to cheat on his girlfriend, he swears. but he just couldn’t help himself. when the opportunity presented itself, he really had no other option.

not when you looked like that, sitting so pretty on his couch when she wouldn’t be back for the entire weekend. not when you smiled like that when he pushed your hair out of your face. not when he could convince himself that it really meant nothing. it couldn’t have, not when he’s thinking about her so much.

and then he kisses you, warm and breathy and sweet enough to give you a toothache. not a fucked out, gasping for air, desperate to touch you just to touch something, but one that gives you butterflies and makes you feel closer than his skin on yours

lips pressed against yours, meticulously thrusting into you so he can savor every second. he can barely breathe.

when he finally pulls away, looks you in the eyes, gaze confident and unwavering, and you let it slip past your slightly parted lips. “how would your girlfriend feel about it?”

it’s quiet and low, softer than the sounds of his moans or the obscene smack of his hips against the inside of your thighs. you watch the blush spread, up his chest and neck to the highs of his cheekbones, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter for a moment, speaking confidently now, but no less indulgent.

“she wont find out.”

♡ atsumu ♡ 8 months // little bit toxic ngl, blatant disregard for their partner

the first few times that you and atsumu slept together, there was remorse on both ends. over time, though, it just started getting easier to justify and to excuse. the two of you melded perfectly and the more nights you spent together, the better it got.

neither of you have felt bad about it in awhile.

“fuck me any softer and i’ll mistake you for my boyfriend or something,” you huff.

in fact, you both horribly go as far as to teasing each other at your own partner’s unknowing expense. you wrap your arms around atsumu’s neck, pulling him down until you’re able to press your nose into his shoulder, breathing softly against it.

“hey, no talking about your boyfriend. you know i get jealous,” he says, dragging his teeth against your collarbone cautiously so as not to make a mark. he doesn’t bring any attention to how his pace picks up, fucking into you faster as the insides of your thighs start to sting.

"yea?" you say, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts, "and what about your girlfriend?"

the scoff that erupts from his chest nor the thought of his girlfriend disrupt his rhythm. "you're the one that brought her up. what about her?" he asks, placing soft kisses against your chest where he can reach.

you shake your head, arm leaving his neck to cup his face in your hand, pull his eyes to yours, "not good enough."

he knows what you're looking for, can see it in the devilishly sweet smile on your face as your eyes scan his features. he almost wishes that his reason for hesitancy wasn't what it was. the pauses, the insufficient answers, he knows they aren't in the name or regret or guilt, they're just to tease you, to keep you waiting for the answer he knows you want. "she’s not here, we don’t have to worry about her," atsumu teases, leaning forward to kiss your lips this time.

you turn your head at the last second, let his gentle kiss press against your jaw instead as you repeat yourself, "not good enough."

he sighs, faux and dramatic, reaches his fingers over to nudge your face back towards him once more. when he leans down again, his tender grasp on your chin begs you to stay put. you lean up towards him as much as you can to meet his kiss. when he pulls away, his forehead is still pressed against yours, sentence is murmured against your lips, "well, it’s no competition, really, between the two of you."

"yea?" you ask again, core fluttering, tightening as your walls grip him desperately. "only one of us has your heart, right, tsumu?"

"fuck," he says, hips stuttering as he nods, "fuck, that's right, baby."

♡ bokuto ♡ 2 weeks // super desperate, only somewhat guilty

“god, when do i get to see you again?” he asks, all teeth and tongue and desperate, throaty pleas against your chest. his hands are just as frantic as his facial expression, roaming over every part of you without rooting once.

he isn’t even inside of you yet, and he's already looking forward to next time.

it was supposed to just be a one night thing, you and him. and if it was one night out, complete mistake, he could’ve explained it with alcohol or a lapse in judgement. but that was 2 weeks ago.

because no one told him how much he’d be craving you every single fucking night after that. no one told him how much he'd remember your touch and the weight of the backs of your thighs on his hips and how pretty you sounded and how soft your skin was and how fucking tight you were.

no one told him that he'd need to see you 5 times in those two weeks, like you were his new obsession that would quickly turn into a bad habit.

you’ve kept quiet about it, the fact that you knew he had a girlfriend in the first place. you've honestly just been enjoying yourself, skating around the topic or deliberately avoiding it, fearful that if you mention it he’ll run.

you don't really know where it comes from. truthfully, it just slips out because it's on your mind, because he asks you as if it's not on his mind at all, "how does your girlfriend feel about it?"

he stops for a second, movements ceasing, facial expression thoughtful, only constant his chest rising and falling at the same pace as before. you're convinced, all at once, that your fun is over, that tonight won't go as planned, maybe you should've at least waited until you were finished.

his response is softer, more contemplative than the desperation fueled plea before, "how do you feel about it?"

you can't help but laugh, eyebrows furrowed, "i- i mean? fine, yeah, i don't," you take a deep breath, mentally flinching at how horrible it is before it even comes out of your mouth, "i don't really care. i'm having a good time."

his hands are back on your body, assured and quick, leaning down to place kisses against your chest and shoulders once again. "good, so when can i see you again?"

♡ tsukishima ♡ 4 months // tsukishima is an asshole, toxic and blamey, degrading almost, hot

“stay just like that,” he orders, arms crossed over one another, each of his hands on your opposite hips as he holds you still. no hand to guide his throbbing cock, he lets it slip between your lips a few times, missing your sloppy, drenched hole, grinding against your puffy lips. it feels like he’s almost missing on purpose, just loving the feeling of his length dragging across your messy pussy.

when he pushes inside of you, he does so slowly but forcefully, rolls his hips and thrusts his cock as deep as it’ll fucking go.

“fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, perfect for my cock,” he mutters aimlessly. you’re half convinced it’s just instinct, no purpose other than he couldn’t not let the words slip.

“how would your girlfriend feel about that?”

he is so ready with a comeback, it almost feels like he’s been waiting for this for your entire affair. you’ve never brought up his girlfriend before. too timid to say it aloud or afraid it would result in him leaving, it didn’t really matter.

over the last couple months, you’ve grown to know tsukishima pretty well, have learned to roll with the punches and throw a few right back at him and he’s so focused now, not too much attention on you, or at least not in that way, and as much as you want to chalk it up to an accident or slip of the tongue, you both know how deliberate it is

“aren't you just as much to blame as i am?” he retorts, not slowing or missing a beat, digging his fingers into your hips harsher, pulling you onto his cock harsher.

you open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off.

“i think it’s pretty much your fault, actually, looking like that and expecting me not to want you on the spot,” tsukishima mutters, can barely get it out with his smile turning into a smirk.

he wraps his fingers around your shoulder, other hand around your forearm and guides you up towards him, back pressed against his chest, head craned to the side so you can see the devilish look in his eyes. uses gravity and your weight and the small thrusts upwards to fuck you like this and your protest is mashed between whimpers and affirming moans.

“not-” huff “not my fault,” you gasp, pushing off of the bed in time with his movements until only the tip is inside of you and then falling completely seated onto his thick cock. “she’s not my girlfriend,” you reason.

there’s still no hesitation, fingers clenched onto your jaw to force eye contact as he speaks, “but you know about her, right? doesn’t that make you just as bad as me?” he grunts as he buries himself inside of you, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “maybe worse.”

it hits you softly and then all at once, this guilt. and then he starts fucking you harder, changes positions, moves both of your bodies until his weight is on your back, your chest pressed into the mattress as he fucks into you, hand around your throat and waist holding you tightly in place. it’s harder. and it’s faster. and it’s better than you’ve ever been fucked before, even than the other times you’ve been fucked by tsukishima. you’re clenching around him, stomach tense, and breath bare.

and then it’s gone again. you don’t even remember her name.

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mywifealhaitham · 2 months

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boothill with a sick!reader!

i think I'm a bit hyperfixed on him.... and fiending for content so expect some more small fics of him lol. bc immokkosan on twt

gn!reader, written prerelease with like 3 leaks available lol, possibly ooc we wont know for awhile I fear, he calls u dollface (swoons), very very minor leaks

none fiends off crumbs like I do. ok anyway

- if you happen to get sick gets probably a little lost because I'm assuming he doesn't get sick anymore because he's mostly robot i think. (im assuming) obviously there was a time we're he was human and sick so he knows some simple things like needing rest and probably needing foods easier on the stomach but everything else he's clueless in. don't worry because if you tell him to get you medicine or get you something specific for your illness then he's literally SPRINTING for it. boothill to the recuse he says running out the door so fast to the nearest store or clinic. if you truly don't need anything else then you know damn well he's by your side idly talking to you or maybe just holding your hand or playing with strands of your hair.

you don't know how long it's been since you've gotten up or really moved from your bed and honestly you're not complaining on bit. so far your day has just been a mix of sleeping and entertaining your boyfriend who also hasn't moved from the chair he's been sitting on, his upper half leaning against your bed idly picking at your blanket.

"didya hear? apparently that penacony planet is hosting some big festival. might go since I've had my eye on some fellow attending" Boothill says, his eyes locked on your face. it's flushed a bit from sickness yet paler than normal and your eyes are drooping, clearly you're tired and he needs to stop yapping. with a small sigh he stands up and walks closer to you leaning towards your face. he brushes back any hair you have on your forehead, the cold metal of his hand soothing your burning face as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

"get some rest dollface, im goin' out to get us something to eat. wouldn't want you to starve now, yeah?" he says with a cheeky smile and a chuckle before softly leaving the room allowing you to get the well needed rest you desperately needed.

#kiana☆posts #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #boothill hsr #hsr x you #hsr fluff #boothill x reader

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hoe4doe · 3 months

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IN SECRET — N.D

pairing: fem!reader x nathan doe

summary: you are the little sister of the sturniolo triplets, you get invited to a party and your 3 older brothers best friend Nate (who you have a crush on) happens to be there..🫣

authors note: this is my first fic so please please please be nice if theres any grammer errors since i also wont be proof reading(im to lazy for that😓)

NSFW below!!

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It was 4 in the afternoon and my friend Halle had invited me to a party a senior was throwing. I never was a fan of parties but she begged me to come and I have a hard time saying no…

I really need to change that.

Halle said the party started at 7 which really meant 8. For the time I was waiting I decided to pick out an outfit. I didn't have a lot of party-appropriate dresses. I decided to text Halle if I could borrow something of hers.

y/n y/l/n:

Hey can I borrow a dress?

Halle:

ofcc!! come over ill help you🙏🏻🙏🏻

y/n y/l/n:

alright i’ll ask matt to drop me off.

I click my phone off and put it in my pocket, I grab a jacket and head downstairs. Seeing Matt sitting down in the kitchen. I walk over to him. “Hello, my amazing, handsome brother,” I say to him. “What do you want?” he asked, I put my hand to my chest, and my mouth ajar “I can't compliment my brother?” I say, “Exactly.” He responds, “Okay fine. I need a ride to Halles.” I admit, he rolled his eyes at me. “No.” He says, “pleasee, I will do your laundry for a week! Please!” I begged even putting my hands together. “Why can't she just pick you up?” Matt argues, “Her sister took the car!” I lied, Matt sighed and got up from his chair, “Fine.” He said. I gave him a hug hug “thank you, thank you, thank you!” I repeated. He just smiled at me.

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We soon arrived at Halle's house, “you're welcome.” Matt said parking. I opened the car door and stepped out, “Appreciate it, big bro.” I said before shutting the car door.

I watch him leave and walk up to Halle's front door. Before I could knock, Halle opened the door. “Heyyy!” she said with a huge welcoming smile on her face. I walked inside and headed upstairs to her room. Halle and I had been best friends since 6th grade. We're now sophomores in high school so I guess that means we've known each other for 4 years.

I laid down on her bed sighing, “So, you needed help with clothing?” Halle asked, “yes…” I sighed. “You've come to the right place!” She smiled. I sat up and observed her searching through her closet, “So, do you think we're getting a little sum tonight, or not?” She asked, still looking through her closet. “I mean…you never know” I said, “well just incase, you should wear this.” she said turning to me, she was holding a lace set of lingerie. “That's so extra though.” I told her, “it would be so cute! And if you do get laid, you don't wanna be wearing basic clothing???” She questioned. I knew she was right, so I caved. “Fine.” I sighed, “yay! And it would go great with this black latex dress!” She showed me. “The dress is cute…” I said, “I sense that comes with a but?” She replied, “But, isn't it a little short?” I asked, “That's okay!” She told me. I got up from the bed and grabbed both of the things she picked out from her hands and went to the bathroom to change.

After changing, I saw that you could see the underwear, if I bent down. Which made me a bit cautious but, I wanted too get laid today! It had been awhile since the last time I've had sex…

Also why was it so hard to put that damn dress on!?

I got out of the bathroom and saw Halle waiting for me on the other side. already dressed. “You look adorbs!!” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Thanks…” I said, “What's wrong?” she asked. “Like I said, it's short…” I told her, and she rolled her eyes, “who cares! You look hot AF” she said. I just smiled at her.

I checked my phone to see it was already almost 8, “now let's go!” Halle said grabbing my hand and heading downstairs.

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We arrived at the party, music blasting through the house, Halle saw some of her other friends, “hey guys!” She waved before walking over to them but then stopping and turning to me, “be safe okay?” She told me. I just nodded my head at her, she then walked over to her friends. I stood there awkwardly for a bit before getting the courage to walk inside.

I walked inside seeing plastic cups everywhere, and people making out left and right, I found my way to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of vodka. “Y/n?” A male voice said behind me causing me to turn around. To my surprise, it was Nate. He was the best friend of my triplet brothers and also someone I had the hugest crush on. “Nate! What are you doing here?” I asked, “I’m friends with James!” He replied, “James?” I repeated. “He's the one who threw the party!” He said, “Ohhhh” I said, “so, why are you here?” He asked, “Oh, uhm, Halle asked me to come.” I said, “Where is Halle?” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders since I had no idea where she was and before I knew it I was out of vodka. I turned back around to pour myself some more. “I didn't know you drank.” Nate said, “If you tell my brothers I’ll kill you.” I told him, “My lips are sealed.” He said as he gestured to him zipping his lips. I looked up to see him smiling at back. I tried to fight my blush but I think he saw it. I continued to take sips of my drink while we just hung out. It was nice knowing somebody here. And I'm glad it was Nate. Another song had started playing. “I love this song!” Nate expressed, “Wanna dance?” He asked, lending out his hand. “Uhh, I don't know.” I said.

What's the hell am I saying!!! Of course I wanna dance with him! Am I insane!?

Nate started at me with puppy dog eyes, “Please?” He said, “I’m not sure it's appropriate.” I told him. “How is it not appropriate?” He asked, “your friends with my brothers,” I replied, “There's nothing wrong with a little dancing!” He said, “Fine.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him to where people were dancing. I soon felt a rush flow through my body. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or me dancing with Nate. “Not so bad!” Nate laughed, “can't say the same about you.” I said jokingly. He rolled his eyes at me, I just couldn't help but smile at him. “What are you smiling at?!” He yelled over the music, “I just said never noticed how pretty you actually are…” I yelled over the music as well. “I don't think your brothers would like you flirting with me!” He said into my ear. “They're not here!” I yelled. I was completely drunk. I only had 2 drinks though… “I can do whatever I want! Whoever I want!” I yelled over the music. “Oh really?” He questioned, “Yes, really!” I said, I was then getting lost into the music, still dancing. “Then show me.” He said into my ear. My face went red, his words making me completely sober.

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The next thing I knew I was making out with Nate in a random bathroom. I knew it was wrong but I had been dying to do this ever since I saw my brothers introduced him to me. Nate left my lips, placing his down on my neck, not caring about leaving marks, I tangled one of my hands in his hair as soft quiet moans left my mouth. “Jump,” Nate demanded. I simply followed his instructions, and jumped onto him. Nate had his hands around my ass putting me down on the sink. He smashed his lips onto mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. Of course he won. “You have no idea, how bad I've wanted to do this..” he said in such a starved tone. He slid his hands under my dress, meeting my damp panties. I gasped at the touch. He slides his hand into my panties pushing two fingers into me without any warning, “Oh my god!” I moaned loudly. Nate connected our lips together again as he put his two fingers in and out of me slowly. Then fast. And faster. Making it harder for me to keep quiet. “Don't try to fight it…I want everyone to know how good I make you feel.” He said in between kisses. I started to feel a familiar feeling in my stomach. “Nate, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. Letting go of our kiss, “Cum for me, baby…” He said, moving his fingers faster, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably. “Let it out, let it all out baby.” He said before leaving marks all over my neck. I let out a gasp as I feel the knot in my stomach subside. “Good girl.” He said as he removed his fingers from me and into his mouth, “you taste so good, baby..” He whispered into my ear before grabbing a wipe and cleaning my area up. I jumped from the sink and pulled my dress down and we both left the bathroom.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed this!! let me know if you wants a part two😖😖🙏🏻

#nate doe smut #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #fandom #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nathan doe #nathan doe smut

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useless19 · 5 months

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Do you think Bowser has hinted at marriage once in awhile randomly or do you think he's chilled out about rushing things finally. Sure he was pretty dead set on marrying the Princess not only from his own interests and political benefits but prehaps abandonment issues caused him to see marriage as mostly a way to insure himself they wont leave him since it a final say writen on papers? (divorce exist but if you got unspoken issues the smaller details are usually ignored)

Honestly I've always been fascinated by peoples take on Bowsers possible attachment or abandonment issues

He absolutely has.

"Or I could just lock you in the dungeon when it's time for you to go back," Bowser said. He laughed when Luigi started to protest. "I know, I know. No kidnapping. It was a joke." -Bowser, in the middle of planning Luigi's kidnapping.

I imagine a lot of the earlier proposals got passed off with a similar 'I'm joking' sort of thing. But because Luigi's still got fairly low self-esteem, he takes Bowser's word when he brushes off Luigi's bemusement with a 'I'm not being serious' or the like whenever Luigi comments on a pretty place and Bowser hints that it might be a good place to have a wedding.

Ultimately, Days!Bowser had a (at his best) distant dad, a mum who died when he was barely old enough to remember her but not young enough to have not remembered her at all, and some relatives who couldn't be around very often for their own safety. And then he only reinforced that by kidnapping people. So yes, he sort of thinks that marriage will make someone stick around (and it did during the main plot!).

(I considered going for a Bowser who lost both his parents at a terribly young age (playing into the fact that some of the Yoshi games refer to him as King Bowser, even though he's a pretty young kid), but a Bowser who has literally never been accountable to anyone is going to be different to the Bowser I was putting together for Day 7/9.)

Anyway, this means it comes as a shock the first time Bowser goes all out on a proposal. Luigi is not a fan of surprises or being the center of attention, and Bowser's not going to half-arse something as important as a proposal. It'll be loud, there'll be a crowd, and Luigi's going to have the frightful time of figuring out how to say 'no' without Bowser assuming that's the end of the relationship. (He doesn't do great).

Luigi escapes the resulting fiery chaos and retreats to his room. He feels awful and has some miserable thoughts on whether or not this relationship is viable if they keep having stuff like this happen. (It's not been that much that often, Luigi's just spiralling here). He gets ready for bed automatically, but doesn't get any sleep.

And trying to figure this out turned into just writing fic... It's first draft, but here you go.

Luigi yelped when his bedroom door slammed open. Bowser stomped in, only to stop short when he noticed Luigi.

"Knock, please," Luigi said.

"You haven't escaped yet?" Bowser said.

Luigi clutched the heavy book he'd been trying to use to send him off to sleep. "Do I have to escape?" he asked carefully.

"Not yet," Bowser said. He began to pace around Luigi's room.

Luigi put the book aside and laced his fingers together. It was hard to even know where to start. How were you supposed to tell your partner that you weren't ready for marriage when they so obviously were?

"I'm sorry I messed things up," Luigi said.

"You should be," Bowser snapped.

Luigi flinched. Bowser stopped pacing and took a deep breath.

"I'm furious," Bowser said on the out breath.

"I'm sorry, I -"

"You said you wouldn't leave without telling me why," Bowser said, looming over Luigi.

"Do you want me to leave?" Luigi asked.

"What? No!"

Luigi patted the bed next to him. Bowser huffed. Instead of sitting next to Luigi on the mattress as Luigi had intended, Bowser slumped to the floor and leant his head on his folded arms on the bed.

"I don't want to leave," Luigi said.

"Then why didn't you say yes?" Bowser asked, a note of hurt in his voice.

"Because I don't want to get married yet," Luigi said. "It's a lot to say yes to. It's a huge decision."

"Figures I managed to bag the one mushroom person afraid of commitment," Bowser grumbled. "What do you think a relationship is except a precursor to marriage?"

Luigi hadn't considered it like that. "I don't know. There's still a lot we haven't talked about with... us and everything it entails."

"The proposal can be a surprise but the engagement shouldn't be," Bowser said.

Luigi blinked in surprise. "Exactly. Where did you hear that?"

"Can't remember." Bowser shrugged, knocking Luigi off balance.

Luigi lifted his hand to put it on Bowser's arm then hesitated. Would his touch even be welcome right now? When he dropped his arm, he caught sight of Bowser's red eye watching him.

"Hate me so much you can't stand the thought of touching me?"

"No." Luigi braced himself. "Do you hate me?"

Bowser closed his eyes. "I asked you to marry me a few hours ago, what do you think?"

"I think a lot of people would hate someone for saying no."

Bowser huffed and reached out to pat Luigi's leg. If he wanted to hurt Luigi, it would have been so easy, but he didn't. Luigi reached forward and threaded his fingers through Bowser's coarse hair. Something he hadn't realised was tense relaxed as Bowser gave a rumble of contentment.

"Was it just a no?" Bowser asked. "Or was it a not now? Because it felt like the former, but you waffled a lot before you got there."

"That's it exactly," Luigi said, relieved beyond measure at finally getting the right words. "I don't want to get married now, but I might change my mind in the future."

The lateness of the hour hit Luigi and he was unable to stifle his yawn. It must have been gone midnight by now. Tomorrow was looking better than it had been, but too little sleep wouldn't help anyone.

"We should probably try to get some sleep," Luigi said, untangling his fingers from Bowser's hair with a pang of disappointment. "Would you stay with me, tonight?" he blurted out before he could wimp out of asking for what he wanted again.

"In here?" Bowser waved at Luigi's quite-big-for-Luigi-but-small-for-Bowser bed.

"If that's okay?"

Bowser crawled onto the bed. There really wasn't much room for Luigi, but he'd spent enough time in too-narrow or too-short beds on adventures that he could probably doze off. Bowser curled his hand around Luigi's body. Luigi put his hand over Bowser's finger.

Heavy, absurdly long breaths were becoming a welcome sound to drift off to. Luigi snuggle down, enjoying the extra warmth a fire-breathing Koopa added.

"How long will it take before you're ready?" Bowser asked in a tone that he'd probably meant to be casual but missed by miles.

How long did it usually take before people were comfortable taking the next step in a relationship like this? Luigi had known people with whirlwind engagements who would have had a kid already on the way at this point, and others who had been together more than five years before they even hinted at marriage.

And it didn't matter how other people did it, Luigi had to figure out what worked for Luigi.

"I don't know," Luigi said. He clutched Bowser's fingers. "If I try to pick a date, then I don't know if I'll be ready by then and the extra anxiety over whether or not I'll be ready by then will probably just make it take longer. And I don't think you'll do very well with a specific date to get your hopes up for."

Bowser grumbled unhappily, but didn't disagree. Luigi rubbed Bowser's claw with his thumb and was relieved when Bowser gave him a gentle squeeze in return.

"I can promise that when I'm ready, you'll be the second person to know," Luigi said.

"After Mario?" Bowser said, disgruntled.

"After me," said Luigi.

Bowser laughed sleepily.

#bowuigi #days #fanfic #ask #this got long #would've loved to work in Luigi making a comparison between his certainty that no one likes him with Bowser's certainty that everyone leave #but i couldn't figure out where to fit it in #(first draft problems)#(who knows that it would even make sense here)

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mcytblrconfessions · 7 months

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One of my special interests is like. Family and stuff.

So I would make fankids for all my favorite ships and happily imagine them in the sweetest domestic scenarios and pregnancy scenarios.

And this was all fine and dandy. Easy enough to make a Toriel and Sans fankid, a Jesse and Lukas fankid. Or hell even a Filbo Fiddlepie and Beffica Wigglesnoot fankid. And I'd roleplay cute little plots and write fun little fics.

Then I joined MCYTblr/twt.

How the fuck am I supposed to make a fankid for these guys.

Like. For awhile it was okay, because I could just use Michael and Shroud and Yoghurt. But now I feel intense embarrassment for even liking DSMP and I get really weirded out at the idea of anyone knowing.

Like? And if I wanted to give them siblings huh???? What then???

How am I supposed to make a. Idfk?? A fankid for Tommy and Tubbo??? Or even Wilbur Soot and Slimecicle??? What. This is a horrible fandom for me to be in BUT THE HYPERFIXATION WONT GO AWAY???? Everyday I inch closer to leaving but NOOOOO autism says I have to stay. I feel like God is torturing me for liking Soothouse is 2017. That's what this feels like. Or actually more accurately liking Sapnap back in 2020 and wanting to go back.

Anyway fuck man. I just wanna make fankids but no. I'm stuck in this fandom where someone will beat me with a bat if I dare even mention wanting Philza Minecraft nested with Missa and Forevers eggs, and I'm not talking about the QSMP eggs. No I'm talking about fankid eggs. I want Tallulah to have siblings/aunts/uncles and Cheyenne and Wilbur to have siblings. I want Philza Minecraft to awkwardly explain that Forever and Missa raw-dogged him and now he has more eggs. I'm going insane. This is a cry for help.

It's also impossible to find an RP partner that will do this with me on an account that isn't connected to my main in anyway shape or form.

ok well anyways look at my schlonnor fankid my friend wiiwarechronicles drew her for me

#confession #mod response #long post

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sumsworldz · 6 months

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Let me be your sin

Ellie williams x fem reader

Summary: You lived in an extremely homophobic town in the 80s, you never really thought anything of it. Being homophobic was right, or so you thought

Note: first fic please be kind!! 😞😞 Contains a lil bit of sexual content ( most likely will be smut in future chapters ) swearing, homophobia!! ( all to do with the plot ) ermm that's all I can think of but it they're is anything I missed please let me know it's highly appreciated!!

Wc: 1.6k

you went outside to look for some flowers for your art project, you roamed the familiar streets until you found the forest you and your friends normally hung out in.

The leaves crunched as you walked upon them, not minding your surroundings, you were to focused on finding the perfect flower.

As you walked, calm silence filled the air, the only sound was the crunch of the leaves and the occasional bird chirping. When all of a sudden you felt an arm snake around your waist and before you could respond to the situation, the person pinned up against a tree.

"Ellie?" you looked at the auburn haired girl in front of you "I gotcha good!" Ellie exclaimed,, "very funny, very funny but I need to get some materials for my art project" you say as you look at her, something felt different.

"wait no-" Ellie cuts you off "stay here"

,, "what?"you said quietly. Ellie leaned in closer as one of her arms were still snaked around your waist, the other had you pushed up against the tree. This wasn't normal, not for a girl.

She leaned in closer and mumbled "Let me be your sin" she said it quietly but loud enough for you to hear. "Ellie- what-" before you could fully answer Ellie cut you off by her lips connecting with yours. You blushed like crazy, this isn't normal but god it feels right.

She pulled away looking at you, you looked back at her "so?" She mumbled "Ellie.." you sighed "this isn't right" "but it can be"

Her words caught you off guard "Ellie I mean, if we get caught-" "we wont" she said sternly "I promise"

You sighed as you looked around "my mom said I need to be home in an hour" Ellie looked into your eyes, she was quite surprised you were alright with this "I can make it quick"

with that she started to bite down on your neck, you started to breathe heavier with anticipation. You never thought you would do this, let alone with a girl but it felt so right.

She continued to leave trails all down your neck as she moved to your breast, you blushed as she spoke "can I, I don't wanna make u uncomfortable or" "ellie please" you mumbled as you put your hands in her hair "yes mam" she said sarcastically which made you giggle.

Before she could even start, you realised that kids hung around in these parts often. "Your so pretty" Ellie mumbled as her hand was holding onto the waistband of your bra, you knew you had to stop although you knew deep down you wanted this so bad. "Ellie.." you said quietly "mm?" ,, "I need to go"

And with that all the anticipation and neediness left the air, only confusion.

"Whats up?" Ellie asked quietly as she slowly let go of you completely. "I just remembered that my mom actually wants me home now" you lied "oh.. alright, well I'll see you around?" Ellie sighed, clearly dissapointed in the whole situation "yeah, bye ellie" you then walked off as she stood there.

You didn't want to leave her there, you wanted to finish what you both started, but you couldn't. You knew this was wrong and that if anyone caught you guys or found out, you would be in serious trouble.

You made it back home and unlocked your front door, you took your shoes off and walked into the living room to see your mom reading the bible, as per usual.

"Hey sweetie" she said quietly as she looked up from her book "you took awhile, did you find a flower" you completely forgot. "couldn't find one, I guess I'll just have to create one in my mind" ,, "I guess so, well get ready for church alright? Change your oufit too, maybe something more dressy?" she asked.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled "fine" as you walked out of the room, your mom was very Christian and if you weren't following any of the rules your mom would be furious. As for you, you only believed to make your mom happy.

When you made it to your room and started to take of your t-shirt and shorts by replacing it with a long dress. You hated the way your mom made you dress.

Once finished you then started to listen to music on your walkman, your mom wasn't the biggest fan of the music you listened to but you didn't care. You had posters all over your wall, depeche mode, nirvana, or just movies you watched. What you never realised is the amount of girls you had all over your wall. You didn't know who half of them were but you found them pretty and stuck them on your wall, normal behaviour for a girl hm?

You started to think about what you and Ellie had done, it felt so right and normal, she was extremely pretty too, but you wouldn't let yourself take this further it was against the laws but god you wanted too.

As you thought about the situation further your heard your doorbell ring it caught you by suprise."ill get it!" You exclaimed as you took your headphones off and ran down stairs.

You opened the front door to a familiar face "Ellie?" You questioned "can I come in?" you stayed silent unsure of what to say "please" she sighed, you could tell by her tone she was quite desperate and if you stayed at the door to long your mom would question it "fine but make it quick" you say short toned.

Ellie made it to your bedroom and sat down your bed making herself at home, she came around to your house often and it wasn't normally akward but this time was different.

You walked over and sat next her unsure of what to say until she spoke "listen, I'm sorry about what I done I really didn't mean-" Ellie spoke but you cut her off "no Ellie it's fine, honestly?" You said tone quite annoyed "no but seriously I'm sorry okay? I got ahead of myself" you couldn't help but blush at ellies words, you let out a short chuckle "you got ahead of yourself? So you've been thinking about this" you tease, you were still annoyed at the situation itself but couldn't help but tease Ellie about it, she's your bestfriend after all.

"What- no I didnt mean it like that, fuck" Ellie mumbled which made you laugh "so your into women huh?" You said bluntly which caught Ellie of guard "uhm- I mean, I'm not aloud too" Ellie sighed. You wanted to comfort her tell her it was aloud and that she would find love but you knew deep down society didn't accept people who loved like that.

"I'm sorry" you sighed. Your window was open and the chill breeze made ellies hair move slightly, she looked pretty even when she was upset, but you didn't like her, you weren't aloud too.

"No it's okay alright? I made a stupid mistake and i don't want this to impact our friendship" Ellie spoke as she fidgeted with the rings on her fingers, you sighed and told her "it won't" you wanted to say more but you just couldn't find the right words.

As silence filled the air you spoke up "I have to go to church soon, you can come if you want too I'm sure my mom won't mind" you looked at Ellie and she looked at you and that's when you realised that this feeling wasn't friendship, it was different, but you knew that they wouldn't go away unless you put up with them.

Ellie nodded and then spoke "yeah sure but uhm by the way.. you have a hickey on your neck" she giggled as she maintained eye contact with you. You immediately blushed as you looked up at her "what?!" you exclaimed "Ellie if my mom sees this she's gonna kill me!!" "Relax, relax, come here" you moved closer to Ellie as she looked around "got any concealer?" you nodded and pointed towards your desk.

Ellie got up and walked over to your desk picking up the nearly empty concealer bottle "you know, you dont need makeup" she said casually "well I do, to cover up mistakes like this" that caught Ellie of guard, I mean yeah the hickey was a mistake but did you really have to say it?

Ellie sat back down as she sat close to you and then applied the concealer on the hickey "you know, there's quite a phew" she giggled which made u blush even more "Ellie!! Seriously? Why are you only telling me now!!" You said playfully in which she replied "might aswell show them off" she was playing with fire here, ellie was making it extremely clear she didn't regret the situation at all.

"Your such a dork williams" you teased as she closed the bottle of concealer "and you love it" she finished and got up "well, let's forget about the situation mm?" She asked in which you nodded, the cool breeze filled your bedroom and your curtains swayed, you got up and looked at Ellie "well cmon, we gotta go to church"

You both walked out of your room and in that moment you both knew you had sinned, you felt like you should be ashamed but you weren't. it was for the right reasons, sometimes you can't hold back atleast not when a pretty girl is practically begging for your attention.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou2 #viral

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aceymazy · 7 months

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Could you write some HC for IDV Aesop x zombie reader? Maybe they are very pale and they aren't as talkative as the other survivors?

You can ignore this if you're busy or just don't want to. Thank you!

Hihi!!! ik i havent written in awhile, sorry about that, but ill try to make a comeback, my requests are open!! (4 hcs/fics r in my drafts, so ill try to write them!)

-Aesop Carl x Zombie-like!Reader-

At first, before you two met and got to know eachother, he really thought you were just a revived corpse. But in reality, you are very much alive! You just... dont really play the part in looking like you are.

So, he would be very fascinated, but wont know how to approach you and his curiosity.

So, he does what every normal person would at the manor. He would ask you to randomly become his practice zombie-human thing.

And by this (^) i mean that he just flat out asked if he could put makeup on you.

'So, he does what every normal person would at the manor.' And to explain this better, i meant asking you to do something that consist what their good at. Their professions.

So... he would put makeup on you, if you allow it, of course.

Only because you look like a corpse. He's an embalmer. You know from the sound of that, that it'll be an interesting friend relationship.

Once you two get to know eachother better (Read: You let him put makeup on you and he full on interviewed you during your sessions of makeup), He would feel more comforrable around you, meaning he will start to converse with you by his own will.

If you and him are on a match together, he would want to embalm you first, but knows that he cannot do that without it being sure that you need to be the one to get revived. Meaning that he and his teammates might get into a verbal fight if he does, which he doesnt want.

If you come up with a need to talk to him, when you actually speak in that hoarse and unused voice to him, his attention quickly goes to you from whatever he was doing or whoever he was 'talking' to.

If you ask him to put makeup on you so you could look more 'Human' because you feel like a sore thumb out of all of you in the manor, he would quickly dismiss the request and explain to you how everyone in the manor is their own person, no one cares what the other cares about them. (+that everyone looks good their own way)

This isnt exactly zombie!reader, but i just have a few ideas of what petnames he'll call you, if you even manage to get to that stage with him. (He wont use these in public though. Only maybe a shortened version of your name/nickname you allowed him)

Nicknames(^): Dearest, Love, Darling (not as common as the others, he only uses darling when he tries to comfort you), and Beloved.

I already ran out of scenarios i cant💔

#hcs #scenarios #idv x reader #idv #idv dating hcs #idv headcanons #idv scenarios #idv aesop carl headcanons #idv aesop carl x reader #idv aesop carl #idv aesop

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pixiecactus · 3 months

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🍂book!(mostly)gendrya fanfic rec (part two)🍂

well here are the twenty one to forty one next fics, as always most of the summaries were written by me, so if you ask yourself why the summary is really shitty and not appealing, that's why. a high number of these fics are restricted so you'll need a ao3 account to be able to see them. any kind of triggering content i put with the corresponding warnings, same with any minor pairings featured and finally if the fic contains smut (so if that is not a thing you're interested in reading you can skip it)

➤tangled by dayinthelife - gendry giving arya a haircut with awakening feelings and first kisses as a bonus - canon divergence

➤hope with golden eyes - nymeria saves gendry while arya is across the narrow sea, that's it the fic - future au

➤nymeria plays matchmaker by lady_illiya - smut - what the title said - future au

➤on a cold night by jadedwulf - smut - arya takes on kissing gendry to keep warm at night - future au

➤like wenda the white fawn by blacksmithgendry - smut - if arya had stayed with the brotherhood - bwb au

➤to build a home by elenei - arya and gendry start their own family - future au

➤permafrost by acornsandravens - hurt/comfort with gendrya cuddling in the snow - bwb au

➤second chances by elenei - after reuniting, gendry wants to make things right by arya - future au

➤ouroboros by acornsandravens - one of my absolute faves fics - gendrya reuniting at the inn at the crossroads but arya does not show herself, references to acorn hall - future au

➤ocean's wave by a_girl_must_have_a_name - gendry thinking about the ocean and how it reminds him of love and arya

➤hours in grey by acornsandravens - gendrya secret relationship meanwhile arya is bethored to edric dayne - future au

➤my, how you have grown - gendry sees arya in a dress again, misunderstandings and jealousy issues with our usual culprit lord edric dayne - bwb au

➤love blooms with flower crowns by a_girl_must_have_a_name - arya and gendry with flower crowns with a sprinkle of gendrya marriage - future au

➤in the blue of this life by thevelvetroad - smut -arya realizing her feelings for gendry, some miscommunication, drunken love confessions and some adorable and awkward first time - bwb au

➤two trees - same prompt as the other "gendry cuts arya's hair" in this list, equally as good as the other fic - canon divergence

➤unbless you by ohnoshefell - another bwb au, i'm sorry they are my favourite kind, a really good will they, wont they that pays off

➤i thought i'd stay awhile and watch you breathe by ispeakbecauseican - after reuniting gendry likes to watch how calm arya looks when she's asleep - future au

➤pyrolysis by elephant_eyelash - arya, gendry and hot pie friendship, the trio lost in the riverlands and natural medicine - canon divergence

➤blame it on the rain by madaboutasoiaf - mildy smutty - you know that thrope of taking off your clothes in an effort to keep warm, yup that one - bwb au

➤treasure pieces by elephant_eyelashes - gendrya dealing with the aftermath of having grown up as child soldiers in a war torn country (depression and post traumatic stress disorder) married gendrya - future au

➤whisper by gendryxaryatrash - one of my absolute faves fics - across westeros they are rumours about a certain stark princess and one of old king robert's bastards - gendrya marriage and gendrya future children - future au

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #house stark #arya stark #gendry #gendrya #arya x gendry #gendry x arya #gendrya fic rec #arya x gendry fic rec #gendry x arya fic rec #2 of honestly idk done

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