do you have any pwp fics to recommend!! i just feel like you understand paul’s need to get fucked in a very key way which is why i ask:) thank you !!
oh! seeing as you sent this at 10:30pm on a Friday, I’m assuming you need spank bank material STAT so I’ll try to be quick with a few of my favs.
I present to you: fics in which paul gets fucked like the desperate slut he is….
Cliché by @scurator (paul/robert fraser) is fantastic and so hot. Paul gets fucked in Paris, only it’s the wrong man, and half a decade too late….
You Will, You Will, You Will by skua (john/paul/linda) has truly captivated me pussy and soul. I don’t normally love polyamory in fic but they did absolutely everything right.
Managing Expectations by @pauls1967moustache (paul/brian) sucks you in so hard- incredible character study and sex that just works and feels so good. Emotional foreplay at its best.
I’d Love To Turn You On by sleeprettydarling (john/paul/george) is THE classic jpg threesome. Definitely does the trick 💦
I Was The Dream Weaver by @crepesuzette2023 (john/paul) isn’t really a pwp but I have to cheat and include it because I’ve been ENCHANTED by this fic. I think about it all the time. Some super hot moments, and honestly, I still need to keep processing my favorite parts of it! I was lame when I commented (just left a ‘<3’) because I have SO many thoughts and it’s impossible to get them out.
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it cannot be underestimated, nor understated, what a tremendous loss tony bennett is, even at the age of 96, because he truly stood as the last of the great crooners, the sensational singers of the great american songbook. those standards, written by such illustrious composers as the gershwins, cole porter, irving berlin, rodgers and hart, jerome kern, johnny mercer, et al, and the voices who sang them - frank sinatra, dean martin, nat king cole, ella fitzgerald, judy garland, peggy lee, andy williams, johnny mathis (who is still with us), the list goes on - were an indelible part of the culture, and shaped popular music, and indeed music history, in a way that we simply will never see again. their like no longer exists, and as irreplaceable as the jazz standards are, the songs that everyone once knew, sophisticated and yet always accessible, complex and yet a joy to sing, are being lost to time, less preserved as scintillating and alive and more relegated as museum pieces, which breaks my heart. lady gaga working with tony so beautifully brought some of that music back to the zeitgeist, but there's a real sense of lack of preservation as to what that music means culturally. it is an essential musical heritage, part of the fabric that all pop was built upon. "legend" is tossed around a lot, but that is what they all were, legendary. tony was one of its best interpreters, and we were so blessed to have him for as long as we did, for his embrace of younger artists that did keep that music vibrant and fresh, for the legacy he leaves. i really do pray that as time goes by (you must remember this...), that music is passed down somehow, that those golden refrains are still heard.
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I enjoy that when danny ric's gf gets bored she runs a little Instagram fan page about herself and posts info no one except her would know (much less a fan acc💀)........ everyone should have hobbies !
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gratitude remains heavy in the celestial self with soft gaze on the half-elf. her skin and strength away from the threats micah had put themself against earlier — ( the horrors from the beyond, they still exist, ever reaching, consuming with teeth, teeth, your stolen eyes — ) micah is most grateful that @kolduniya has not been hurt, having to be ordered by them to leave the area while the tension was high, from the things she could not see. although from her, in cuts and blood, micah flinches:
" i only wanted to help. "
awkwardly, with head ducked down, micah shifts in their seat, unable explain her the existence of the metaeide. as much as they wish to, she is only part of the natural that can not know at least these small details of the beyond. she will not understand nevertheless. even when working against the metaeide for almost half of a year, there is so much about them that micah still can not grasp. she knows there were dark forces influencing the area where they met, though, not the sources.
micah chooses to conceal them from her in the end, sighing.
" i trust that you are a remarkable fighter and i would've most appreciate your help, " they start quietly, grabbing a supply nearby to clean their blood, " but what you were facing back there, it takes more than what you know to banish them — i only wanted to you to be safe. " not after everything micah faced after the past few months. they can not lose any more lives as they are meant to protect the world from the greatest unknown. " i - i can't... " they whisper, trembling, eyes closed.
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Sukuna’s little one is such a daddy’s girl.
She’s always with her dada. Clinging onto him everywhere he goes, practically attached to his shoulder as he has carries her around, especially since she refuses to go to anyone that’s not you or your husband.
A truly spoiled brat is what she was. Her antics knew no ends. She had taken a habit of strolling in the garden every morning with her dada, Sukuna having to slow down his steps to meet the strides of his little girl’s feet as she had barely learnt how to walk and clutched his kimono for support.
As if that wasn’t enough, she was taking after her dada in other aspects as well. Once she was seated on Sukuna’s lap, one of his arms protectively wrapped around her. The scene was a man cowering over in fear beneath Sukuna as he sat on his throne.
And the girl giggles.
He raises a brow to look at his daughter giggling at the sight of the poor man’s fear and smirks. “Why brat, you truly take after me.” He pats her head.
He shoos the man away instantly, “Scram while you can, I’m in a pleasant mood today.”
One day, when her beloved papa leaves for a few days, you notice her missing him incredibly. So you get a brilliant idea, “how about we prepare a little surprise for papa?”
The next week, Sukuna returns, and his first thoughts are to check on you and your baby girl, and she comes running straight to him. He doesn’t take a second to realize that the kimono she’s wearing is modeled after his.
“Dada!” She giggles and waddles to her father, almost tripping in the long garment. She hugs his leg with a soft pout, holding her arms up, “Up!” She demands.
He chuckles and holds her up, propping her comfortably in his arms, “you’re one cheeky brat, aren’t you?” She giggles, wrapping her small hands around his neck to hug him. He chuckles again, patting her back. “Someone missed me, huh?”
Naughty as she is (she has Sukuna’s genes, duh) she loves her pranks. Scaring the servants by sneaking up on them or hiding behind the walls. Of course, it was hard to act afraid of such a cute little girl but the servants pretend to be scared anyways. It makes Sukuna proud, even though you scold him for it.
She has also mastered the tool of emotional manipulation— puppy eyes. Sukuna groans as she gives the puppy eyes to him. You had restricted her access to sweets, but she was the boss around here.
“Fine brat.” He huffs, secretly assured that the puppy eyes are something she’d learnt from you. “You may have the mochi— just do not tell your mother about this.”
Well, let’s just say that mother got to know about this and that the dad and daughter duo were scolded thoroughly.
Regardless, Sukuna is beyond grateful to you for giving him this little bundle of blessing, even though he isn’t sure what he ever did to deserve such a thing. He has only ever felt the need to see to his pleasure, but when he sees you and his baby daughter, his heart swells with pride. He’d shred the world apart to protect you both.
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