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hl-obsessed · 25 days

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I'll knock at your door, it will save me from calling ✨

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kuzunoha-xiv · 1 month

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much to think about........

#while looking through old fandom posts i saw people joke that smokey looks like their lovechild and i cant unsee it now #i think they would be absent fathers but in the ''being around my kid would put them in danger because of who i am'' kind of way #and when you consider smokey ended up at the iacon hall of records...far away from the real danger...#like i Know in canon they didnt know him when he showed up on earth but. imagine.#if i knew how to write i'd write a fic about this lol #optiratch #smokescreen #transformers #samael.txt #shitpost #<- kinda #''sam are you implying you found out about Those TF fics'' yep!#i did not expect TF of all things to have so many of them. not judging btw i was just surprised

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aubeystawby · 10 months

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I'D WATCH AND COULD NOT SAVE HER carlos de vil x gn!vk!reader ➤ summary: It's easy to feel hopeless on the Isle. Luckily you're not truly alone, not when Carlos is always there for you. ➤ notes: hurt/comfort. its been ages since i read the first isle of the lost book so some things that arent from the movies may be inaccurate, also carlos might be a bit ooc? this is my first time writing for him so it may take me a bit to get him right, but i'm trying my best!! ➤ warnings: brief mentions of death, just all around a bit sad at the start but it gets more fluffy/comforty

"We're going to die here."

The tiles beneath you are cold; the two of you wrapped in the same thin blanket in an attempt to ward off the unrelenting freezing temperature. You always quip that the overwhelming coldness of Cruella De Vil's mansion's both atmosphere and literal structure, are reflective of the cold dark pit that is it's owner's heart. It's said as a joke, but deep down you believe it.

Carlos doesn't reply, you can't see his reaction from where your head rests on your shoulder and his head rests atop yours, but the silence of the 'living room' being penetrated only by the sounds of your breath and his at least tells you he's still alive.

"We were born on the Isle," You continue, "We're going to grow up here, live here for the rest of our lives, and then die here. And no-one's going to care."

"We don't... know that," Carlos says quietly, he knows this isn't an argument, he knows you just feel so tired, but he doesn't want to let you keep talking so miserably, not when — to him at least — there is still hope.

You shuffle closer to him, desperately trying to avoid the cold still.

"But we do, we can try to pretend things might change, but they won't. We're stuck here, Carlos. Alone."

Your voice is emptier than before, hollow like you've truly given up hope — which you have. Carlos can't stomach just how defeated you sound, how defeated you are, the pained sound of your voice just beside him making him wish he could get you out of here — somewhere safe, somewhere clean, somewhere warm — with the snap of a finger.

Instead, the two of you remain freezing in the scraps of what once upon a time could have been a grand spectacle of a building, but now stands on it's last legs as one just tries to not get pummelled by loose debris falling from the ceiling.

Carlos can't save you, he can't even save himself — from the Isle and everything bad about your lives — but he'll be damned if he doesn't at least try.

"You're not..." He attempts softly, pausing and trying not to mess up.

You untangle yourself from him at this, sides still glued together desperately clinging for warmth, but your head now free to peer up at Carlos with a questioning look.

He avoids eye contact at this, but forces himself to continue.

"Alone, I mean," At his words, it's like the Isle is nothing of importance anymore, like it's just him and you in a small bubble in-between time, it's warm.

"You're not alone, because I'm here. A- And I care, about you, I care a lot. We- we might die here, but I'm going to keep trying, I really think we could get out of here.."

Your hand meets his silently, a reluctant smile slowly sneaking it's way onto your face.

Carlos can't help but return your smile ever-so-slightly without even realising.

A moment passes and his head meets your shoulder this time, quietly moving closer to you again as you're reminded of just how cold it still is. Your head rests atop his, where you're sat suddenly feeling warmer than before, safer than before. Because of Carlos.

Your heart can't help but beat a little faster at the thought of his near-promise, leaving the Isle is one thing, but escaping with him sounds too good to be true. And for once? You actually let yourself think that it's possible, it feels possible, the chance feels real, you trust it. You trust Carlos.

"I believe you," You say softly, the simple three words carrying a weight you don't think you'll ever be able to fully express in any other way, but he understands.

"And I care about you too, Carlos. I care about you a lot."

#first carlos fic and first descendants fic in geneal!? yep!!#im rather proud of this even though i feel a bit unsure about carlos's characterisation #hopefully its okay though! and if anyone has tips for characterising him accurately i'd be grateful for the advice!#carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil imagine #descendants x reader #descendants imagine #disney x reader #disney imagine #╰─www.my-writing.com─╯#re-posting this because i think my tags are working again!!

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giddlygoat · 5 months

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i experimented with paper cutting to create a portrait of my beautiful wife <3 it was a fun experience that helped me focus and get away!

#ttcc #high roller #high roller ttcc #giddly’s art #no id #two art posts in a row after a month of silence??/${${ inconceivable!!!]$]*{&#ok but seriously it’s not all. i also made a zine. abt my favorite ttcc fic ever #yep you guessed it. it’s All Chips In #i am embarrassingly in love with that fic and everything about it guys it’s so sad /silly #ttcc fanart #high roller fanart

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sincerely-sofie · 3 days

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People seemed to really like the last Hollow Knight art dump. Here's some more!

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quilfish-swan · 2 years

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“light up, light up” by @taizi ........................ please read it...........................

[image ID: three digital drawings of sabo from one piece based on "light up, light up" by taizi on ao3. the color scheme has dark browns, oranges, and yellows. in the first he is hugging luffy tightly, who is crying and has his arms wrapped around sabo several times. in the second, sabo's body from the neck down as well as part of his cheek are made of wicker, and he is burning. in the third, sabo is looking slightly up at someone out of frame with a serious expression. the speech bubble above him says, "I will fucking kill you." /end ID.]

#i was so profoundly affected by this fic i had to get these out of me..............#sabo #luffy #fic art #quilfish art. no. yep.#one piece #monkey d. luffy #revolutionary sabo #one piece au #sorry i sent u that awkward anon before i posted these #i love your writing so much #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #asl brothers

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unclewaynemunson · 9 months

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Until you face the rope

When Eddie opens his eyes, his body is hurting everywhere. He bites back a groan and immediately closes his eyes again, hoping to make the pain go away as if all of it was merely a nightmare. But he can't keep the memories out just by closing his eyes: that trick didn't work when he was a little boy afraid of his own parents, and it doesn't work now.

The images of everything that happened wash over him in rapid succession: Chrissy's bones snapping against the ceiling of his living room, Patrick's lifeless body splashing into Lovers Lake, a stormy sky filled with bats. Dustin's tears dripping onto his face while he breathed what he thought was his dying breath.

He doesn't know what happened after. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't even know how the fuck it's possible that he's still alive.

With another stifled groan, he manages to open his eyes again and he lifts his head enough to look around.

It looks like he's in a hospital room, but at the same time it doesn't: white walls, sterile scent; a window with bars in front of it and a big steel door. The room is small and empty except for a desk, a chair and the bed Eddie is lying on.

He turns his head downwards to inspect his own body, and that is when he realizes where he must be: he's wearing an orange jumpsuit.

Continue reading on ao3 (1st part is 1.8k words; 2 more parts to go!)

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #yep ya girl caved and started writing angst #lemme tell you i've been intrigued by this very real post-s4 possibility forever #and i've always been surprised it's not explored more often in fics #but honestly i get it now bc damn this ain't easy to write #i know jackshit about lawsuits and trials and day to day prison life lmao #just gonna bluff my way through this i guess #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #fanfic #ao3 #fruity ficlet

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viraaja · 4 months

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Your fanfics are so good! I hope that you keep writing (if you want to that is!)

You're so sweet anon!! I've been quiet the last couple months while working on original writing but will be getting back to my fanfics very soon :) xo

#my writing #all our missing parts #its coming yall #halstarion #gingerpilot #snack hp #yep #you read that right #i will post this snape fic #my brainrot is all over the place right now

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taegularities · 7 months

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regarding: colour me in — folks, i wish you all the luck in the world while reading the cmi10 smut <3

#praying #like what the fck have i done LMAO help #also 2.5 scenes left 👍🏻#there's such a disgusting amount of fluff in this chapter.. so many heart palpitations :') and wetness :')#tears of every kind yk yk #im excited stay tuned stay tuned 😁#fic: colour me in #yep made a separate post but if no one's around to see it then it was never there LOLOL #hope you guys are at least a lil hyped too!!

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arklayraven · 2 months

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Am tempted to make a side blog for Ren/Redacted now...

#;little raven speaks #14dwy #just post random stuff about Ren and my MC there. maybe smol fics too...and silly incorrect pos--Another writing blog. Yep.#should i though???

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jessicas-pi · 9 months

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I conducted a vote on which fic snippet to share, and you chose the shipfic I'm writing out of spite!

(Sooo, just for a little context: this is from a short fic set in the same setting as my main Medieval AU, but not in the same universe/continuity as my main Medieval AU. Kinda like what SW Legends is to canon, yknow?)

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“I’m the PRINCESSSSS!”

Ahsoka’s flailing arm nearly hit Rex in the face, but he dodged, and caught her around the middle, stopping her tipsy swaying. “Yes, Your Highness, we know.”

She threw an arm around his neck and squished her cheek against his pauldron. “I’m prettyyyyy.”

“If you insist, Princess.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

She swerved wildly, and he redirected her. “It would be unseemly for me to answer that, Princess.”

“Seemly. Seeeeeemly. Stupid Seemley Ress,” she said, slurring his name, then trying to correct herself. “Stupid Seemly Ress. Resss. Ressss! My tongue’sss not workin’, Ress!”

“So I hear.”

“I’m pretty. And I’m strong.”

“As everyone knows.”

“And I’m tall!”

“Acknowledged.”

“And I’m orange!”

“Correct.”

“AND I’m… I’mma walk on my own now!”

She shoved him away and took two wobbly steps forward before he had to catch her again.

“I can do it!” she whined. “I’m a lady. I’m twen’ny yearssss ol’. I can walk!”

She very clearly could not, so with a sigh, Rex bent over and lifted her completely, carrying her down the hallway. “All due respect, ladies do not get sloshed at formal dinners.”

“Isss no’ my fault,” she muttered. “Issstupid Korkie’s fault.”

“Right,” Rex said, ignoring her and the looks he was getting. Mostly sympathetic ones; everyone knew the Princess was trouble and was used to her getting into worse predicaments than this.

“Korkie says you liiiiike me,” she continued, singsongy. “He says you’re—you’re not sssaying an’thin ‘bout it cause of, uh. Uhhhhh. Clones! People don’t like you. Stupid people don’t. Good people do. Korkie says I like you.”

“That would be surprising, considering the amount of complaining you do whenever I’m around,” Rex deadpanned.

#korkie didn't even do anything poor guy #ahsoka's just throwing him under the bus like 'yep it is definitely korkie's fault that i got drunk.'#and rex doesn't buy it lol #soooo anyway. this is my very first foray into writing rexsoka and they're both firmly in the denial stage rn!#(I don't normally ship it due to the age gap but since they're only 3-4 years apart in this au and they met when she was 17 and not 14 #I figured if i was gonna spitewrite a rexsoka fic then the medieval setting would be the one to do it in!)#fun fact! i had contemplated actually having them be a couple in the ACTUAL medieval au and even came up with a few fun scenes!#but i scrapped it in favor of a funnier idea #but that meant i had to scrap the scenes too #BUT by writing a fic in the same setting but not the same universe i can still write those scenes!#fic snippet #fic sneak peek #spite writing #ahsoka tano #captain rex #rexsoka #annnyyyywaaaaaay posting now before i overthink and doubt myself uwu #cause writing semi-controversial ships that i know some of my tumblr buddies might not like makes me nervous lol #but hey i'm just turning it into a game. i'm calling it 'will i lose followers for posting about this ship and how many will i lose'#star wars medieval au

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jamiesfootball · 8 months

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I’m curious (if you’re willing to share) — is your post season 3 fic shippy or platonic? Looking forward to it!

Both of the main ones I'm working on now are platonic! But also you've opened the door for me to talk about it so I'm gonna talk about it!

The post-season 3 fic is platonic and--I cannot overstate this enough--has so much of a plot going on across multiple characters that I finally broke down and made a fucking spreadsheet.

That said a lot of Roy's struggle in this fic centers around his emotional attachments with other people and the roles he plays in their lives (with family, with friends, as a coach). He's stuck in this perfect storm where it seems like all his most important relationships are in flux.

See below the cut for spoilers:

His Family

This is a big one for him and where a surprising amount of therapy work gets done. When the story kicks off, Phoebe is suddenly Around Much Less and a part of that is his sister tentatively feeling out a reconciliation with their parents. This causes a surprising (to Roy) amount of emotional upheaval in his life. As someone who's always been in his sister's corner, he's always seen (even if he's never fully verbalized it to himself) his keeping contact with their parents as a way of releasing his sister from any responsibility or lingering guilt about cutting them off. But now that she's tentatively in contact with them, and introducing them to Phoebe, Roy is realizing that he has a lot of unresolved issues with his parents. Adding to that stress is the fact that while he's played a huge role in his niece's life, he's never actually had to ask to spend time with her before, and he is awful at admitting he might need something, especially when the people around him keep telling him he can 'have a break.'

Keeley

He and Keeley have decided to remain friends. Keeley wants to be single for a while and work on herself, her company, and all the special projects she has falling out of her sleeves (*cough*womensteam*cough*). However, Keeley is the most serious relationship he's ever had, and they started out on a flirty, romantic footing, so he's never just been friends with her. In fact he's never stayed friends with any of his exes. He's navigating unfamiliar territory and he's not sure what's allowed of him. Even basic shit--is he allowed to tell her she looks nice? invite her for coffee? for dinner?--he ends up second guessing.

The Diamond Dogs / The Workplace

He literally JUST became a Diamond Dog and showed them emotional vulnerability by asking what the secret was to becoming a less shitty person and now he's in charge of them. (And he's in therapy, seeing the staff therapist, so everybody knows about that too.) With Ted gone, the inter-team dynamics between the coaches is a whirlpool of Beard and Nate trying to out-smart each other, and suddenly Roy is the one keeping everybody in line and fielding Higgins' questions about player recruitment. This isn't the big drama but it is mundane and tedious and just another fucking thing to deal with.

The Team (Sam, Isaac, Colin)

The step between captain and assistant coach was a fairly easy one for Roy because he was essentially doing the same thing in both jobs (yell at them about their form, psych them up before a match, etc). He's the gaffer now. Most gaffers don't just casually hang out with their players. If he was another team's gaffer, he wouldn't. But these are people who know him, people he used to play side-by-side with, and god help him but he does care about them. So while he's pretty sure he needs to start drawing a boundary between the professional and personal, how the fuck is he supposed to tell them that when Colin is literally getting chewed up by the media as the only openly gay player in the league and he clearly needs the support? How's he supposed to back away when Sam, who's never angry about anything, is fucking seething over Edwin Akufo and asking Roy for help? Is he supposed to step back and drop it all on Isaac, who's trying his best but also seems to be carrying his own weight about something? They're not not his friends, but also he feels responsible for them. So what kind of coach is he going to be, now that he's the guy in charge?

Jamie (ofc)

Where does any of the above leave Jamie? Truly, if the boundaries between him and the other players are in flux, the ones between him and Jamie are fucking spaghetti. Because all of the same issues still apply, but with additional layers (their rivalry, Keeley, Amsterdam, Wembley, personal coaching, the fact that he's met Jamie's parents and would punch his dad in the face if he ever got a chance, the fact that his niece thinks they're best friends). His partiality is skewed every-which-fucking-way, and frankly he's a little annoyed that no one else holds it against him.

And all of that becomes additionally fucked up because:

Roy going to therapy is intrinsically tied to his behavior towards Jamie (Roy has a lot of guilt to work through on how often he's taken his anger out on Jamie)

Jamie and him have unwisely turned therapy into a goddamn competition (they have a chart), which means that any time he makes progress in therapy, he immediately ends up sharing it with Jamie

They don't even have the coach-player thing to fall back on because Jamie starts off the summer injured

This is also the Jamie Going Through It fic (with Tartt Sr in rehab being a huge part of that), and at this point its a given (to Roy at least) that if Jamie needs help, Roy is going to help him.

Jamie might be his friend. Maybe. Possibly. Roy might even admit that one day

So is this a shippy fic? No! No relationship statuses are added, lost, or changed in the winding plot of this fic (unless I figure out how to break up Beard and Jane). Everything picks up right where the finale left it.

But do relationships--the weight of identifying what you might need from other people, and how to navigate changes, and how to define things that aren't easy that are maybe complicated and messy and necessary for your own personal happiness--appear in this fic?

Absolutely yes.

#ask box is always open #[redacted title] post season three fic #i think this week's the week y'all #trying not to jinx it like i did last time #spent a long time today seeking emotional validation from the friend that does the reading and she is excited! so i've decided i am excited #definitely not scared! nope!#writing update #and if this sounds like a fuckton of stuff to cover - that is why i have the spreadsheet #and a pattern to keep all the pieces moving at a reasonable rate #or as the bestie described my writing style:#'you're conducting a 100 piece orchestra when the flutists have it out for the violinists and the drummer thinks they're at a rock concert'#which- yep!

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 1 year

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When the funniest and most intriguing crack pairing bursts into life in your brain but it’s so niche you’re probably the only one who can appreciate it. 🥺

Firstly, it’d help a good deal if you’re a Crowbarrow fan to begin with.💗

Secondly, you’d need to have seen both Kin and Ackley Bridge to fully appreciate why the thought of Michael Kinsella (Charlie Cox) and Martin Evershed (Robert James-Collier) meeting is just sending me right now. 🤣❤️

Martin and Michael seem like such perfect opposites on the surface (one is a frequently surly yet comedic high school teacher and the other is an unexpectedly soft-spoken and sad Irish mobster) that I have a sudden perverse urge to see them forced to interact regularly. 😅

(But if you haven’t seen both shows, a gif’s worth a 1000 words...)

And how are we getting these two in the same place?

Anna, Michael’s daughter - whom he loves more than anyone - decides she wants to live with her dad even though he doesn’t have legal custody of her, and never will, thanks to his past. Though he tries to dissuade her, Anna is stubbornly resolved and eventually Michael gives in though it means having to leave his criminal family and Ireland behind to start a life somewhere else.

They end up in the small Yorkshire mill town of Ackley Bridge, hoping to avoid too much notice since Anna was reported as having been abducted to the Irish authorities. Anna enrolls in the local high school, and, naturally, who should one of her new teachers be but Mr. Martin Evershed?

Anna begins settling in but Michael is still hyper-vigilant about either of them being recognized, not only because Michael would be arrested for “abducting” Anna but because he knows the Kinsella family have enemies who’d like nothing more than to take Michael out now that he’s alone. He insists on escorting Anna to and from school every day, even though she keeps telling him he needs to chill out because he’s just making himself more conspicuous.

Her words prove prophetic as one day Martin notices Michael following Anna at a distance and confronts him, thinking he’s a creep. Michael thankfully refrains from pulling a gun on him or just beating the shit out of him, though he’d been solely tempted at first, and explains that he’s Anna’s father - which she confirms and introduces Martin as her teacher. Michael is impressed by his willingness to protect his students and tells him so. The subject of an upcoming school dance is raised and Martin asks if he’s interested in attending, because they’re still short of chaperones. Michael agrees, much to Anna’s consternation.

As they’re leaving Anna suggests Michael let her give him a bit of a makeover, because he still looks like an Irish mobster and they’re not in Dublin anymore. Michael reluctantly agrees, asking her not to go overboard with it.

The makeover the night of the school dance:

I did mention this was a crack fic, right? 😂😂😂

#my weird Crowbarrow shipper brain: party of one #yep so I just needed to hopefully get that out of my system 😅🤭😂#kindly ignore the insanity that is this post lol #my random ramblings #crack fics I'm too lazy to write #charlie cox #robert james collier #michael kinsella #martin evershed #anna areoye #duke of crowborough #philip villiers #thomas barrow #crowbarrow #kin amc #ackley bridge #long post

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vayalda · 10 months

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#I need to go to the hospital and undergo surgery tomorrow #i'm scared #please send some positive energy or luck or prayers or whatever my way that everything goes well and that I can go home really soon #I'm gonna post my next fic as soon as I'm home again #so there - now you have double reason to hope everything goes well #the fic is gonna be light and fun and exactly what I'll need #and yep - I totally planned it that way

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dakogutin · 1 year

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DAY18 of @dzaddyjamespotter‘s advent calendar prompts:

SNOW

(read my other christmas prompts here!)

cw: explicit smut

All they wanted was to spice up their Christmas this year.

James rented a cabin at a ski lodge and invited them over. But it was now three days before the big day, exactly when Sirius and Remus said they would arrive. They were the only ones missing up there. A warm bed and an even warmer company awaits them, it was supposed to be perfect, making their journey all the more worth it.

Except there was a snow storm.

Remus gave up on driving at this point. Visibility was down to zero, despite the restless effort of the windshield wipers. It’s not just that, anyway, the road was thick with snow. The car wouldn’t move even if they tried.

Remus sighed, sitting back. “We have to wait this out.”

“Makes sense.” Sirius shifted on his seat, trying to stretch his legs in the little space. He stopped when he took note of Remus. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just thought we’d already be there by now. Not cramped in this machine with a sad heater for an unforeseeable amount of time.”

“It’s fine, Moons. At least we’re not out freezing in that storm. Here,” he said, opening his arms in an invitation. When Remus gave him a wry smile, Sirius shrugged. “It’s freezing. You’re warm. Now, hug.”

“Yeah, there’s nothing to do anyways.” Remus lowered their seats and scooted closer so they could cuddle. Sirius settled between his legs as Remus’ head rested on top of Sirius’.

“I could think of something,” Sirius eventually spoke.

Remus’ had figured they were about to sleep in their cozy position, so it took a considerable amount of time for him to comprehend Sirius’ delayed response.

Eyes still shut, Remus hummed, playing coy. “What?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly as he squeezed Sirius tight in his arms.

“It’s a lot more strenuous than sleeping, that’s for sure.” Sirius turned over, arms bracketing Remus’ figure to pin him down. He ghosted over Remus’ lips. “Not to mention it will help keep us warm.”

Remus blinked his eyes open to the gorgeous sight of Sirius inches away from his face. The scarce light tracing his silhouette and the sharp angles of his face. Remus’ back ached from the awkward support of the car door behind him, but it was nothing to what awaits him. “I wonder what that could be,” he whispered before leaning forward to kiss Sirius.

Sirius was instantly on him– each kiss deep and each touch purposeful.

He shoved his hand inside Remus’ trousers and wasted no time squeezing. All while never drawing back from their heated kiss. Remus could only moan against him, grip tight on Sirius’ shirt and hair. It was sharp and raw and so very Sirius. Remus loved it.

When he managed to pull off for air, he choked out, “What’s the rush? It’s not like we have anything else to do while waiting.”

“Need it.” Sirius said between kisses, his fingers tugging on Remus’ buttons. “Been thinking about this all day.”

“Fuck,” Remus hissed. “You could’ve just said.”

“And risk your driving?” Sirius countered. “It’s better this way because now, you need it, too. You’ve been so stressed about being on time.” He trailed his kisses to Remus’ neck, biting and sucking as he finally pulled Remus’ cock out of his pants.

Remus squirmed, moaning helplessly. Even with Sirius’ large and warm hand stroking him, it was cold, and the kisses on his neck were only making his nerves more alight. His head spun. It was a lot all at once, but also, Sirius was right. He needed this.

And all too suddenly, Sirius’ mouth left him, but only to transfer to Remus’ cock. His pace was relentless. He sucked deep, keeping Remus in this throat while his hands would fondle his bollocks.

“Fuck… Sirius, I’m gonna come really fast if you keep this up.”

Sirius did pull off, but his hands continued jerking Remus. “That’s the whole point.” He threw a wink before sinking back in.

The breath was knocked out of Remus’ lungs. He could only lie there and take what Sirius gave. He tried warning Sirius despite knowing Sirius was very much aware when Remus was close, but Sirius only doubled his efforts, leaving Remus panting and spent.

“I think that may have been the quickest…” Remus giggled breathlessly when he returned to reality, and met Sirius’ lips. He never got to finish his sentence, but it didn't matter.

“Don’t you think I deserve a reward for that?” Sirius murmured, catching Remus’ bottom lip.

Perhaps Remus’ brain hasn’t completely recovered yet, or maybe he wanted it just as bad. Either way he was already lifting his hips to fully remove his pants.

He could gladly not make it to the cabin any time soon.

#im aware that my posting sched is very chaotic but yep yall are getting smut on christmas!#wolfstar #wolfstar smut #sirius black #remus lupin #my fic #aimi writes filth

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demonicscreeching · 4 months

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An exerpt from an upcoming fic for a fandom event:

"Do you even realize how much of a nightmare it is to tell a doctor your mom is a fish with a straight face?"

#do you ever write a post and go yep my irls are going to talk to me about this one tommorow #anyways the fic will probably end up around 2-3k words :3 #mcyt #also for my mutuals in that fandom: everyone is trans and when i say everyone i mean EVERYONR

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