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foli-vora · 2 years
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Congratulations on 1k! I love your writing so much!
My favorite Pedro boy is Pero and I don’t see too much written about him. Could I request a smutty one with “whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin” for Tovar and a F! Reader? Thank you so much!
*We’re ignoring the fact that this request has taken a year. I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY*
Thank you for your lovely words, angel! I adore Pero, and I’m looking forward to diving into more of him. Thanks for your request, I hope you enjoy!
#24 whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
Pairing: Pero Tovar x f!reader
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY breast play, unprotected p in v, this is kinda short but I liked it? idk, it got a bit soft there at the end lmao
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“Have you missed me, mi amor?” He questions slyly.
He reclines comfortably against the pillows as you move on top of him, rough hands sliding along the skin of your bare waist and up towards your chest. He takes a breast in each hand, weighing them in his grasp before letting his fingers dig into the soft, supple flesh and giving them a firm squeeze. You arch with a whine, stifling the moan on your tongue when he pinches your nipples roughly.
His hips jolt as the hot walls of your slick cunt tighten around him, and he lets out a quiet hiss, diving up to taste the sweat dripping down your throat with the hunger of a man starved.
“I’ve missed you,” he continues through clenched teeth, one hand falling to your hips to urge your movements on, “missed this.”
“I a-always miss you,” you moan softly, fingers tangling in his hair as his lips wrap around your nipple. “You know I hate it when you leave—”
Your voice is stolen by the teeth suddenly pressing into your soft flesh, your words turning into a low whine as he bites harshly at the hardened bud before a hot tongue slides along your skin to soothe the sting.
His mouth moves, tongue and teeth making a trail along your chest until his lips level with your ear, his large hand tightening on your hip as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you hunched over his frame.
“Too many nights I dreamt of you,” he grinds quietly into your ear, voice heavy with a fury that has something delicious stirring in your core, a familiar feeling only he could conjure within your body.
His hips start to rise to meet your messy thrusts, his thick cock hitting deeper with each strong buck into your cunt and the filthy sounds of his assaults soon fill the room. Sweat continues to build between your bodies, aiding the slide of hot skin as his rough lips ghost the shell of your ear.
“What spell have you cast, woman? To torment me so… it must be sorcery—” his voice was losing its edge, his body weakening to the promise of release with each slick slide of your walls around him.
“No,” you pant softly in his ear as he chases his end, the brutal feel of him slamming into you stealing the breath from your lungs. “It’s just love.”
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bedknees · 4 months
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op is so real for this
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petewenstz · 1 year
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Tiffany Blews // Fall Out Boy
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so heard the new fall out boy song…
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and i am very sane and normal about it
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morallyinept · 7 months
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A list of all my favourite DAVE YORK Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
PART 1
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
Desperation - @theywhowriteandknowthings
Dollhouse, Broken Sleep & Wonderful Tonight Featuring Frankie Morales - @psychedelic-ink
Bound For Carnage Series - @psychedelic-ink
Scotch & Cherry - @ghostfanwriter Tutor!Reader
I Can Barely Breathe, True North & Anchor - @yespolkadotkitty
My Girl Featuring Frankie Morales, Your Taste I Crave, Sharpshooter, Kinktober 22 Lactation & After Hours - @foli-vora
Just A Piece - @palioom
The Cabin In The Woods Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 - @xdaddysprincessxx Dark!Dead Dove
Dave York Masterlist - @absurdthirst So many good ones on there!
Isn't She A Doll? - @proxima-writes
Three Days - @massivedreamer CartelBossF!Reader
Revenge, Stupid Little Heart & Drabble 1 - @toomanystoriessolittletime
Amarum & A Healing Touch - @juletheghoul
Red & Unholy Series - @alwaysdjarin
Summer Schooled Series Featuring Joel Miller, You Say Hate But I Think You Mean The Other Thing Series & Dave Masterlist - @boliv-jenta
My Best Friend's Dad Series & Dave York Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting
The Senator's Daughter Series - @detectivecarisi-1 Bodyguard!Dave
The Secrets We Keep - @wildemaven
The Violence Of You, Dark!Dave Ropes, Reckless, Pitch Black Series Blind!OFC, Stay With Me, Intimidation Tactics Series Featuring Marcus Pike & Special Virgin!Reader - @whataperfectwasteoftime
A Valentine's In Reverse - @littlebirdsbookshelf
1k Smut Sensation Thigh Riding - @thetriumphantpanda
Antagonists - @getitoutofmymindwrites
Thirteen Days Series - @josephquinnswhore
Two For One - @suzdin Featuring Max Phillips
Drown In Your Wrath & Fury & You Made Me A Villain - @movievillainess721
Appreciation Series F!Nanny Reader, The Storm, Religious Corruption Series Virgin!Reader, Silent, This Is Me Trying Series Surgeon!Dave, & A Little Taste - @pedropascalsx
The Good, The Bad & The Naughty, Attending Mr York Series, One Week With Dave York Series, & Cherry Kisses - @popcornforone
Precious Possessions Series - @exquisiteserotonin
Emptiness - @deadhumourist SoftDom!Dave
Desires & Complications Series - @ezrasbirdie Featuring Marcus Pike
Notes On Tutoring Series - @honestly-shite Music College AU
Assistance - @adancedivasmom
Mine - @theewokingdead F!NannyReader
Needs & Wants - @thefloorisbalaclava
Interrogation - @secretwriterpp Dark/Violence Featuring Frankie Morales
Yours, Rulebreaker, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) & Temptation - @wheresarizona
Eres Mia Series - @loslentesdepedrito Featuring Marcus Pike
Kinktober Day 4 Breath Play - @moralesispunk
Satisfy Me - @whiskeyncoke-redux
Desired Punishment Series Dark!Dave & Office Rendezvous - @coastielaceispunk
Burnt Honey - @pedrito-friskito
Risk - @katareyoudrilling
Larks & Katydids - @kiwisbell AO3 Link
Daddy Dave Masterlist - @pintsizemama
Volatile - @javier-pena
Dave Request - @radiowallet
Façade - @furious-rogue-stuff
Killer Writing Series - @wardenparker
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bearhugsandshrugs · 16 days
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Bearhugsandshrugs Update – March '24
Hey all! I wanted to give a few updates since the last one was done over a month ago :)
TL;DR: Updates on MAD, WIPs, community things, and my life!
General Context
The last time I wrote I had some nice plans for things to write but then life happened and I got sick several times and spent most of February trying to recover. So in short, I'm "behind" on basically everything. And it won't get better, because...
I am also trying to crank out a proposal for my agent to take to publishers, and the loose deadline I was given for the best moment to submit is in April, so I will spend the next four weeks focusing on that. Which means all fics and WIPs will go on the backburner in the hopes of bringing my work into a form that'll get me published one day. That being said...
WIPs
There are several WIPs I was working on. The giveaway fic is done and will go live today, and the Gorsimp series has launched this past month, but I am moving everything else to May, maybe even June.
Worthy Chapter 3: Structure is drafted. ETA in a few weeks May
Folie Chapter 7: same as above, ETA May/June
Durgetash series (concept linked): I am tempted to start this but I don't want to commit to several series beyond MAD and Gorsimp right now, so idk. If there's a lot of interest I might start it in early summer.
Raphael series (concept linked): same as above. If there's significant interest I might start this. Might be nice to get back into Raphael.
There are a few drabbles I'm dabbling with, but they're nothing I want to commit to right now.
MAD
MAD will continue and there's so much coming... you have no idea. I will, however, update less often, so moving from the 2x/week schedule I had for a while into 1x every week or 10 days or so.
I'm planning to pick it back up more frequently once I'm done with my proposal so this is only temporary! Please don't mistake me updating less frequently with me not caring about the fic. It couldn't be further from the truth.
Gorsimp
This fic I'm co-writing with @bloodlessbhaalbabe is pretty much pre-written for the next year or so because we wrote a good chunk over the past two months, so you will see this fic update more frequently. It's cute. And hot. Please give it a read if you haven't already.
Admin: Discord Server, Community, Pinned Post
First of all I want to thank the people who sent me tips on Ko-fi the past month. I was so taken aback that I didn't even know how to properly comment and thank you, so I apologize if my replies were weird D: It's mindblowing to me still.
I do want to do more community focused things like comment of the week/month, having a discord server for people to hangout, do more polls and giveaways, offer more writing tips, have discussion threads, and much more, but I am at the limit of my available time.
I have an offer of help with the discord so this might go live at some point, but very transparently, it all depends on how much energy I have left. Either way it's on my mind!
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I hope these updates aren't too disappointing for you. It's basically me prioritizing my original writing for a few weeks.
In the meantime you can support me by reblogging your favs (Masterlist here!). I really do want to re-iterate how much it helps when you share my work on here.
Oh, and next giveaway? Once I hit 1k followers. Which will probably take a while.
Thank you all so much for reading and supporting me! I'm sending everyone much love 🖤
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jimmymcgill · 3 years
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ᴛʜᴇ x-ꜰɪʟᴇꜱ | ꜰᴏʟɪᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴜx
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slaytron3000 · 5 years
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Me, age 12, reciting Pete’s emo poem at the end of 20 Dollar Nosebleed:
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gentlemanlyrics · 7 years
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america’s suitehearts // fall out boy
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anjaelle · 2 years
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Flora
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Black Reader Warnings: None; It’s pretty tame. Summary: A charming stranger becomes a regular at your mother's shop. Word Count: >1K a/n: Just a story of two cuties being cute and meeting each other. Might explore these two further, in the future.
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You'd just taken over your mother's shop as age had taken a toll on her ability to stand for hours on end. It took some convincing, as she was as stubborn as they came. But when reaching the top shelf resulted in back pain, and ladders became a risk, you pushed for her to take a break. This wasn't exactly how you planned to live your life in your late twenties; as much as you loved your regular customers, and as much as you loved your hometown, you were tired of the monotony. On slow days, between customers, you'd bury yourself between the rows of fragrant herbs and flora to read. Lately, you'd been interested in a collection of trashy romance novels you found hidden in your mother's chest from college. You'd never really been into bodice rippers, but the steamy situations the ingenue protagonists managed to stumble into let you escape the shop for a while.
It became neighborhood gossip when he strolled in with the air of someone worldly and confident.
This tiny oceanside town had its visitors, sure, but he seemed entirely different. At least, that's what you were told. You'd never actually seen him, and for a moment you wonder if he was just some sort of folie à deux. The few times that interesting people passed through, they were gone within a few days and quickly become yesterday's news. This time around, it seemed like there were new findings about the stranger every week:
"Apparently he's from England."
"Did you know he speaks four languages?"
"He's not married, he has no kids, and he lives alone, how...interesting."
"He's always carrying around this old satchel. I bet there's something weird in there."
You were positive some of the gossip was just hearsay. Just something funny to pass off this perfectly ordinary person as an international man of mystery. And you weren't the type to be above gossiping--you're only human--but it was hard to get involved when your social life was shot to hell. Your days usually involved opening the shop, working the shop, closing the shop, doing some errands around town, and going to bed after dinner.
It was a particularly sunny spring day--the kind of day that hinted at the warm summer days ahead--and you were stuck organizing the stockroom. You really just wanted to go out and sit in the park, but responsibilities were responsibilities. You thanked the high heavens that your mother typically closed the shop an hour earlier in the spring and summer months, which gave you an extra hour to do whatever you wanted. But still...a day off wouldn't hurt.
Your ears perked up when the entry bell rang announcing a visitor in need of assistance. You hesitated, noting the sheen of sweat on your forehead and the steadily rising cloud of thick hair that seemed to free itself from tight bun you'd attempted that morning.
"Be right there!" You called from the stockroom, shoving the inventory log and pen into your apron pocket.
As you shuffled your way up the steps and into the shop, you nearly stumbled when you realized it was someone you'd never actually seen before. Book in hand, and satchel thrown over his shoulder, the stranger leaned forward to examine neatly tied sprigs of rosemary. He was tall and quite large in stature, clad in a loose white shirt and khaki pants. As he leaned forward, a few curls fell into his eyes. You parted your lips to speak, and swallowed hard to collect yourself.
Of all days to look like a mess.
When he lifted the rosemary to his nose with his really large hands, you took a deep breath and willed your heart to slow down.
"I'm guessing you're well versed in herbs?" You asked.
He started, dropping the rosemary back onto the pile, and sheepishly shoving his hand in his pocket.
"Not really," he said. You noticed the accent. So this was him. He continued, "I'm a bit lost. I've been trying to get a bit better at gardening, and everyone said you were an expert."
You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of you, "I wouldn't say that. My mother is more knowledgeable on the subject than I am. But I get around."
"So...you won't mind if I bother you with questions?" He smiled warmly at you, and you had to stop yourself from giggling again like an absolute child.
"Not at all."
He strolled around the shop, looking over every sprig, leaf, and jar. It gave you a chance to get a better look at him. The first things you noticed when you spoke to him were his eyes and mouth. His deep blue eyes bore into you as you spoke, and you understood that he was actually listening to what you were saying. When his mouth curled into a charming grin, you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from grinning back.
He asked you about what certain herbs were for, what conditions small plants could be kept in, how strong certain brands of fertilizer were, and the cost of every potted plant. And as you answered, he scribbled everything into his aged leather-bound notebook. He finally decided on the rosemary, basil, and thyme, and some seeds to plant in his newly established spice garden.
As you rolled his purchase up in their respective papers, you decided to take the leap into the realm of casual conversation.
"So," you looked up at him and then regretted it instantly when you found him already watching you intensely, "you've been quite popular around here. Everyone can't stop talking about you."
At this, he blushed and you fought the urge to tease him about it.
"Oh, I-I don't..." he sputtered, "I don't know about that."
You hummed in disagreement, "I've lived here my entire life and I don't think I've ever seen the town this interested in a new guy."
He said nothing but watched you as you handled the plants delicately with expert fingers. You felt a bit self conscious about it, but managed to do what you needed to without making a mistake. You passed the canvas bag of herbs over the counter, and his fingers brushed yours as he retrieved it.
"I think people will get bored with me, eventually," he said placing the bag in his satchel, "I'm not very interesting."
"I don't know, you seem pretty interesting to me," you admitted.
That was a loaded statement. But he chuckled at the compliment anyway.
"You can say that because you haven't gotten to know me yet, but I promise I'm rather dull."
You challenged, "Maybe I just have to get the chance to know you, then."
It didn't take long for him to become a regular at the shop. Every Wednesday afternoon, he would show up with his satchel and notebook, asking questions about cooking and taking notes. You were beginning to suspect that he didn't actually need this much help, but you were perfectly happy speaking to him anyway. Soon, Wednesday became your favorite day of the week.
He'd gotten into the habit of arriving shortly before closing, and he kept you company as you cleaned. Every so often he would jump in to help, and would hum an indistinct tune as he did. When he wasn't humming his strange tunes, he told stories about his travels. He was hesitant at first to share, but you eventually coaxed it out of him until he fell into the role of the natural storyteller.
Sometimes it felt like you were there with him, strolling along the Champs Elysees, or drinking delicious wine along the coast of Greece. It made you long for adventure you'd never actually been free enough to pursue.
You swept the wooden floorboards of the shop as he wiped the dust from your favorite rubber tree. His fingers worked delicately, as if he was afraid to hurt the leaves, and you felt warmth bubble in your chest from the sight of it.
"So, you say that you're a writer?" You asked, breaking the silence, "Have I ever read anything of yours?"
He chuckled and took a break from cleaning the leaves to lean against the nearest countertop, "I sure hope not. I wouldn't want you to think I'm pretentious. Or, worse yet, dry."
"How do you know I don't already think that?"
He considered this for a moment.
"Well then, I'm glad you still enjoy my company in spite of my alleged dryness."
He'd certainly caught you there.
"What do you write about?" You asked, dumping the loose leaves into the compost bin.
He switched the dusting rag for the spray bottle, "I mostly write for a finance journal. Nothing too interesting, I promise. It's mostly about international economics."
"Do you love it?"
He laughed wryly as he sprayed a light mist over the plant, "I love that it pays my bills."
Fair.
You hummed something akin to agreement and hopped onto the counter to watch him. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, as evidenced by the way his brows furrowed and his jaw worked.
"So what brings you here, then? I imagine a tiny beach town in the middle of nowhere can't have much interesting about it."
At this, he offered her a warm grin and she couldn't help but grin back.
"What?" You asked, laughing.
"You should really give your 'tiny beach town' more credit," he said, rolling up his sleeves.
Your eyes briefly wandered over how strong his forearms looked and the way his biceps flexed with the movement. Then you felt a moment of shame for objectifying him. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and leaned against the brick wall behind him, just as you chose to fidget with the loose string of your apron.
"Your town has a rich history of housing some of the world's greatest storytellers and artists," he continued, "And I can understand why. I've been inspired by the beauty of it, myself. And...I can't bring myself to leave. I think it owns a bit of my heart now."
You looked up to find him already watching you, and you swallowed hard. The intensity of his gaze confirmed everything you'd already suspected, but were too nervous to address.
"Me? I-Oh..." You responded, breathlessly. Dumbly.
"Oh?" He pushed himself off the wall and took a few slow steps toward you, rubbing the back of his neck "Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'?"
"It's a surprised, 'oh'."
He stood in front of you with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and a measured gaze. He wasn't touching you, but he might as well have been with the level of heat radiating off of him. You glanced from his lips to his eyes, and back down to his lips.
"Maybe I read the signs wrong," he offered, "Maybe I was presumptuous for assuming that you might feel...Do you? Feel something?"
You bit your bottom lip and nodded.
He stepped closer and pressed his palms against the counter on either side of you.
"I need to hear you say it," he was so close. You felt your heart thudding in your ears, "What do you want?"
In a sudden moment of brazenness you reached up and pressed a hand to his chest. His pulse raced just as quickly as your own, and you heard his breath hitch from the contact.
"I want you to kiss me."
Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the space between you and pulled you into a deep kiss. He nestled his large body between your legs, and your hands tangled into the thick curls at the nape of his neck. You instinctively gave it a sharp tug and he groaned, grinning devilishly.
"You're playing a dangerous game, angel" he nipped at your lower lip.
You dragged your nails down the back of his neck and he shuddered, "Is that a threat?"
He hummed, pulling you in for another kiss and pulling at the strings of your apron.
"It's a promise," he warned, "that I'll take you right here in your mother's greenhouse."
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pascalslittlebrat · 3 years
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As part of my 1k celebration, I leave this fic rec here of some of many fic’s I’ve read, these are stories that made me feel things: whether it was yearning, softness, giddiness, horniness, or sadness. Go give these incredible stories love.
* denotes smut
Dave York
Wild by @ohpedromypedro *- Dave York x F!Reader
A Million Little Times by @danniburgh *-Dave York x F!Reader
Rare by @ezrasbirdie *-Dave York x F!Reader
Desires & Complications by @ezrasbirdie *- Dave York x F!Reader x Marcus Pike
Extra Credit by @mothandpidgeon *-Professor!Dave York x F!Reader
Is It Living If You’ve Left Your Life Behind? by @purplepascal042 - Dave York x GN!Reader
In for It by @foli-vora *-Dave York x F!Reader
Din Djarin
SANCTIFIED/\DESECRATED by @221bshrlocked *-Din Djarin x F!Reader
Possession by @ezrasbirdie *- Haunted!Din x F!Reader
Reputation by @mothandpidgeon *-Regency!Din x F!Reader
The Rest by @charnelhouse *-Din Djarin x F!Reader
Closer to You by @charnelhouse *-Din Djarin x F!Reader
Hand Squeezes by @pascalscenarios - Din Djarin x Reader
The Variable by @charnelhouse *-Haunted!Din x F!Reader
Dio
Drone by @anaaaispunk -Dio x Reader
I Can Teach You by @f0rever15elf *-Dio x F!Reader
Ezra
Helter Skelter by @mothandpidgeon *-Cult Leader!Ezra x F!Reader
Shadows & Starlight by @ezrasbirdie -Fae King!Ezra x F!Reader
Frankie Morales
Fix You Up by @starlightmornings *-Mechanic!Frankie Morales x F!Reader
As It Should Be by @purplepascal042 *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales
and then we grew up  by @ezrasbirdie *-Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Home by @charnelhouse *-Frankie Morales x F!Reader
I’ll Always Take Care of You by @wyn-n-tonic -Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Frizzy Verse by @wyn-n-tonic *- Frankie Morales x OFC (Elizabeth Miller)
Always, Forever by @mesmorales -Frankie Morales x F!Reader
A Wound Deeper than Shrapnel by @purplepascal042 -Frankie Morales x  OFC
Afterglow by @forever-rogue
 Jack “Whiskey” Daniels
As It Should Be by @purplepascal042 *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales
Breakfast by @yespolkadotkitty -Agent Whiskey x GN!Reader
vehemence & provocations by @ezrasbirdie *-Agent Whiskey x F!Reader
Broken Promise by @purplepascal042 -Agent Whiskey x Reader
Javier Peña
As the trees miss the Autumn by @danniburgh *-Javier Peña x F!Reader x OFC
Rushingly Bittersweet by @danniburgh *-Javier Peña x F!Reader
Insecurities by @ezrasbirdie -Javier Peña x OFC (Charlie Ellis)
Discoveries and Experimentation by @danniburgh *-Javier Pena x F!Reader
Traitor by @pascalscenarios - Javier Peña x Reader
Same Time, Same Place  by @wyn-n-tonic -Javier Peña x F!Reader
Dangerous Line by @221bshrlocked *-Javier Peña x F!Reader
Marcus Moreno
Easy by @wyn-n-tonic *-Marcus Moreno x F!Reader 
Room Required by @starlightmornings *-Marcus Moreno x F!Reader
Marcus Pike
Desires & Complications by @ezrasbirdie *- Dave York x F!Reader x Marcus Pike
Stressed by @generallybrontidefeelings *-Marcus Pike x F!Reader
The Farmer’s Market by @ezrasbirdie -Marcus Pike x OFC (Annie Christiansen)
Do You Ever Wonder by @generalfoolish -Marcus Pike x F!Reader
I Want This by @wyn-n-tonic *-Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Tolerate It By @thewayofthemandalorian -Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Take my Hand, Take a Breath by @metalarmsandmanbuns -Marcus Pike x Reader
Show Me Your True Colors by @221bshrlocked *- Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Paradisum by @juletheghoul​ *-Father!Marcus Pike x F!Reader
Max Phillips
The Retreat by @starlightmornings *-Max Phillips x F!Reader
Walking Cold Compress by @day-off-inkyoto -Max Phillips x F!Reader
Domum by @juletheghoul -Max Phillps x F!Reader
Pedro Pascal
*RPF, if this is not your thing ignore this section*
Professor Pascal by @starlightmornings *-Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Before the Sun Shines Onto Us by @danniburgh Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Takes Two to Tango by @mothandpidgeon *-Mobster!Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Shiny & New by @221bshrlocked *-Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Turn the Page by @yespolkadotkitty -Librarian!Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Pero Tovar
Sharp Around the Edges by @danniburgh *-Pero x F!Reader
In His Eyes by @moralesispunk *-Blacksmith!Pero x F!Reader
As Sweet As Honey, As Tempting As Death by @221bshrlocked *-Pero x F!Reader
Gatita by @yespolkadotkitty *-Pero Tovar x F!Reader
Zach Wellison
You Found Me by @yespolkadotkitty *-Zach Wellison x OFC (Martha Song)
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foli-vora · 2 years
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HAH! 2 requests down, 6 more to go. fuck your bullshit brain.
find an ezra here ✨
find a din here 🪐
and once again, we’re ignoring it being a year late because i’m fragile and weak and can’t deal with knowing i’m that pathetic bahah enjoy!
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juletheghoul · 3 years
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Sub Terra (Part 2)
So... I just wanna edge this little shit. This is completely self-indulgent and I'm literally posting this at midnight, tossing it onto this site like a grenade then going to sleep lmao.
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This is a continuation of Sub Terra.
Dio x F!Reader
Pairing: Dio x F!Reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Language, Smut 18+ dirty talk, Oral-male receiving (you edging him) - let me know if I missed anything.
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The ride back to your place was quick, but not quick enough. You were eager to get him right where you wanted him.
I have plans for you baby boy.
He was all over you, mouth insistent on your neck and hands roaming everywhere he could reach. You had to peel him off you in order to make your way inside.
You guided him to the bedroom and let him take charge for a moment, letting him get more and more worked up against your body.You let him grind his hips into yours, let him palm your breasts roughly and then when he was about to throw you on the bed you pulled away.
“Take off your clothes and sit on the bed.” You were smiling but your voice booked no argument. He smiled back, a million different scenarios running through his head at once, each one more tantalising than the last. None of them are as good as what you actually did. You stripped and threw a cushion down at his feet and he scrambled to get naked.
When he was sitting there you kneeled in front of him, naked and on display for him. He reached out to touch your breast but you slapped his hand away.
“You wait until I say.” You smiled as you said it, voice as sweet as sin and he nodded in understanding.
He was so hard, his cock was thicker than you expected, an angry red, sticky with precum dribbling from the tip.
You’re in for it now.
He opened his legs to let you rest your arms on his thighs, bringing your mouth closer to where he wanted you. He was relaxed despite the state of him, leaning back onto his forearms as he studied you.
He hissed slightly when you grasped him, if you went for it he’d cum within a couple of minutes but where was the fun in that?
You held onto the base of him firmly and softly licked the tip, bringing just the head into your mouth. You saw his hands clenched tightly at his sides and he bit his lip.
“That feels so good baby, more, take more of me I know you can.” His hips were lifting off the bed slightly, trying to get deeper into your mouth but you weren’t going to.
“Be a good boy, and don’t cum until I say so. Understand?” You spoke as you placed open-mouthed kisses on the underside of his cock. You watched as more precum leaked out at your words.
“Yes, yes I understand.” He moaned out the words as you stroked him, slow and thorough. You took him a little further but stopped when he threw his head back.
“Eyes on me baby boy, I want you to watch me suck your cock.” He groaned, he wouldn’t last long at this rate. He focused on you, on your mouth, on your tits - everything and you felt him tense up.
“Can I cum baby? I’m so close.” His stomach clenching with the effort and you pulled away, keeping a firm grip on the base of him while he caught his breath.
“No, not yet. Take a deep breath and tell me when I can keep going, you’re doing so well.” You kissed his thigh while he got himself under control, your other hand running through the fine dusting of hair on his stomach. You saw the flush creeping up his chest, blooming in his cheeks and lighting up his ears.
“Okay, I’m okay, can I touch you?” He was asking with the sweetest tone, docile and eager to please. Nothing compared to the cocky little shit back at the bar. Your arousal was burning low in your belly at the control you had over him.
“Yes you can since you asked so nicely.” You continued your slow teasing of him. Hollowing your cheeks prettily around the tip of him and he reached out to pinch and pluck at your nipples. He groaned as you cupped his balls lightly, tasting the salt of his precum in your mouth.
He was close again, groaning as you pumped him a little faster, tongue teasing the slit at the very tip of him.
“Stop, stop please or I’ll cum.” He groaned out the words and you quickly pulled away. He was breathing hard, trying with everything he had not to cum. Eyes clamped shut as the thick pillar of his sex rested heavily on his stomach.
“Such a good boy for me, tell me when.” You watched him and it was mesmerising, he was trying so hard to be good for you. It took him a little longer this time.
“Okay, I’m okay, but I won’t last much longer, please can I cum?” He hissed as you held onto him again.
“Asking me so nicely, soon baby I promise.” You licked the precum off his stomach as you stroked him slowly, ramping him up a little faster this time. One hand stroking while the other cupped his balls. Your tongue swirling around the thick tip of him and you could see the pained look on his face. The attitude, the swagger - the sheer arrogance of him was gone now. Here- he was desperate and subservient, just how you wanted him.
There was a light sheen of sweat on his body, his eyes were watering and he was begging now. His voice going high as he got closer and closer.
“Please baby, please please oh god- I’m gonna cum…” you pulled away quickly and his hips were moving on their own, his cock pulsing against his stomach.
You were so wet, watching him genuinely try to please you, you wanted him to break though so took the head of his cock into your mouth and sucked as he tried to calm down and he whimpered.
“Baby, baby I’m gonna cum.” He almost cried the words out and you kept going until he moaned loudly. He painted the inside of your mouth with spurt after spurt, the noises sounding almost pained. The pearly drops of his orgasm dripping onto your chin and around the fingers still stroking. He had tried, really tried to stop himself and it made the arousal drip out of you and onto your thighs.
“You came without permission baby.” You continued stroking him lightly despite his hisses and over-sensitivity and he let you.
“I’m sorry baby, forgive me.” It was lovely to see him wrecked like this, knocked down a peg after being under your mercy.
“I forgive you. Let’s try again and see if you can last a little longer this time.” You smiled.
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sharkbait77 · 3 years
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I’m Your One and Only (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)
Rating: M
Warnings: Breakup, heartache, allusions to PTSD, angst, mention of le seggs, lmk if I missed any pls
W/C: 1k
A/N: I guess I felt like being in pain today! This is probably shit, but I got inspired by the song "I Told You So" by Randy Travis. That damn heartbreaking country song & I don't even like country all that much. Title taken from song.
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He should call.
No. He shouldn't.
Did you want him to?
No. Don't call.
He's the one that broke it off with you. He thought he was doing you a favor. You were spending too many days and nights trying to fix him. When he had his nightmares, you knew not to touch him and to let it pass on its own. When he would gain consciousness, he would hear the gentle, tired lilt of your voice pulling him back to reality. To you.
He saw the bags and dark circles form under your eyes through the weeks, saw the eye cream that you've never needed before hidden in the drawer. You knew you weren't getting enough sleep. Knew how tiring it was being with him. Why didn't you just break up with him instead?
He wants to talk to you. Tell you he was stupid. That the only reason his nightmares started fading was because of you. Because you loved him enough to stay with him, even through the hellish nights. Do you still love him?
He wants to go home. To your little one bedroom apartment that you shared, where the lights would go out whenever the winds were too strong. You loved when it happened; loved building forts and using flashlights to cast indiscernible shadow puppets on the sheet hanging above your heads. You loved making love in the middle of the floor, tender and slow and sweet, pouring every last drop of affection you had right into his mouth. Laughing and talking in the afterglow.
He should call. What would you tell him? Probably exactly what he's already been telling himself. That he shouldn't have let you go and he was stupid for breaking up with you when all you were trying to do was help him. Save him. Love him.
Were you seeing someone new already? Of course you were; how can anyone pass up the opportunity to be with you? Someone else is probably greedily soaking in the beauty of you. They probably treat you great, he hopes, but can they love you as deeply as him? Hold you as tight as he did when it was your turn to break down?
He broke your heart that day. He saw it shatter in your glassy, red eyes as you begged him for a good enough reason. All he could give you was that you 'just weren't compatible together'. Which was so far from the truth; if possible, he thought you were his soulmate. Still thinks so, but he felt unworthy of you. The pureness of you. He was a chain around your ankles and you needed to be free to grow.
He can hear you say it. 'I told you so'. He wonders if you could ever be cruel to him. If you had the ability to direct that to him. Do you hate him now? He wouldn't blame you if you did, and a part of him wishes you do so he could be at ease knowing you weren't in pain, that he could carry the brunt of it. As long as you weren't hurting. He wonders if you've been waiting for him to call.
Should he call?
No.
You call him.
You ask him how he's doing, how the nights have been. Not in an insensitive way, though. He can hear the love and care in your voice, but he doesn't catch the slight tremble lying underneath, hiding the sob you want to release.
You ask to see him, under the guise that he needs to pick up some things he left behind, but in reality, you need to physically see him and make sure he's doing fine, like he claims he is. You can hear in his voice that he isn't. You've always been able to read him.
When he comes over, his shoulders are drooping, his back hunched over slightly, the bill of his ball cap hiding his eyes from your gaze, but he has a small smile on his face, no meaning behind it. He's trying to make it look like he's okay.
You ask him to come inside and he takes one step forward, letting the door close before standing right in front of it, not wanting to invade your space. It still feels like home, like you, but he doesn't belong here anymore. He can't look at you; he knows if he does, he'll just fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. Beg for you to take him back. But you would probably just laugh in his face.
You ask him to sit, bring him some water and ask if he's hungry. You know he always is. You still love him, still want to take care of him, even if he doesn't want you anymore. He declines any refreshments, his voice low and raspy. He's twitching in his seat like he's ready to jump up and run out at any moment.
"Frankie?"
The frailty in your voice is what finally makes him look at you. Your eyes are even darker now than when you were together. You looked as broken as he felt. The tears that were welling in your eyes were enough for his to form their own, teetering dangerously close to his lower lash lines.
"Why?"
If possible, his heart shatters even more as he watches you, crying as you ask him that one worded question, desperation thick in your plea. His tears fall now onto his denim jeans, making the fabric darken where they pool in his lap. It's the final plunge of the knife in his beaten chest. Why?
"I… I don't know. I don't know."
It's all he manages to say before the sobs plow through his body and you're reaching for him, knocking the ball cap off his stupid head. You knew why he did it, you knew he was only trying to protect you. You understood, but he didn't need to do this alone.
Not alone. Never alone.
He falls into your arms, his face buried into your warm chest as you whisper those words into his curly, brown hair, both of you a messy pile of sobs and sniffles. He feels like home to you. It feels like it'll be alright again. The shuddering cries of relief you release tell him that you missed him too. You were waiting for him. You wanted him home. You want him.
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thistlecatfics · 2 years
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I’m splitting my @hprarepairfest rec list into three: Bratty Femmes, Angsty Boys* and Giggles with Gilderoy*  (*and others). 
Do mind the tags on these! Some fics include incest and underage, among other common squicks. If the theme of my bratty femmes rec list was Narcissa and Pansy having great sex and making bad decisions, the theme of this one is Sirius, Regulus, dub con and angst. 
Absolute favorites marked with **
Sirius/Regulus
**With A Whisky Chaser by @vdoshu (3.5k, M)
They say that a person’s Animagus form can impart behaviours. Impulses. Maybe that’s why Sirius has always chased. He’d chased after Peter. He’s chasing the bottom of the bottle. And soon, he’ll chase the ghost of his brother’s memory.
This is so haunting and gorgeous and simple and complex at the same time. Ooof what an ending. I love how Sirius's relationship with Regulus is woven throughout without ever being named explicitly - because how would Sirius even be able to name it explicitly? These two fucked up brothers!! I love them. I don't think I'll ever get tired of reading about Sirius with a drinking problem haunted by his family in OotP, and this was such a perfect addition to the genre.
Dog Teeth by dalula (2k, E)
 “But we’re not brothers anymore, haven’t you said so?"
The balance of degradation and love and shame and desire is so perfectly done. Stunning.
La Petite Folie by ticigi (5k, E) 
During the holidays, Sirius was kept from his friends. His mother didn’t want him associating with those below their family. The only person he has access to is his brother. Luckily, he’s slim and pretty.
Hot classic dirtywrong. The author’s dark, cruel Sirius is everything. The dub con of it all! And then the care at the end. I also loved how embedded within the Black family they felt - Orion and Walburga were key figures in the fic despite having almost no screen time.
Other Slash
**The Cost of Survival by @vdoshu (Peter Pettigrew/Barty Crouch Jr, 11k, M)
Peter likes the way that people look at him because he’s a Marauder. He likes the way that he’s invited along to get-togethers during the summers, the way that people pass him drinks and snacks at Quidditch after-parties, the way that people don’t laugh about him when he’s within earshot. He likes the way that everyone knows who he is, and pretends to like him. But he likes the way that Barty treats him even more.
Dark and fascinating and takes Peter SERIOUSLY in the best way. See my rec post.
He Looked Just Like James by storyofeden (Sirius/Harry, 1k, E)
“Harry was the spitting image of James like this, all wild hair and chin messy with drool. James, though…James had never sucked his cock like this. So enthusiastically. So lovingly. Merlin, it felt like worship."
I will never get tired of OotP Sirius/Harry fics. This was such a delightfully dark and dangerous and hot little fic!
Till Tomorrow and Till Death by me <3 (Remus/Regulus, 11k, M)
Regulus, the traitor to the Dark Lord, was given to the werewolves as punishment. Regulus wished he knew if Remus was trying to help him or hurt him.
Is it uncouth to put your own fic on a rec list? Don’t care. I love this fic.
Bonus: Angsty Lesbians
Shades of Dawn by @corvuscrowned (Ginny/Lavender, 2.6k, E)
It happens once a month — the full moon fades in the black night sky, replaced with the pink light of dawn. Ginny’s Floo sparks — vibrant green, devoured by gold and amber light. And out spills Lavender Brown.
Such gorgeous writing. A real ache in the chest and lump in your stomach of a fic. Something that'll stick with me for a while.
**Healer on Duty by @yletylyf (Alecto Carrow/Poppy Pomfrey, 6k, E)
Poppy Pomfrey has seen a lot of suffering through her years as a Healer. The regime change at Hogwarts brought it to a new level, with the Carrows putting children on her infirmary cots almost daily. Speaking out against the Death Eaters only made it worse. Perhaps she needed to work with the new power structure instead.
I love the questions of complex morality and loyalty woven throughout and just how deeply real both Alecto and Poppy feel. Plus, their constant fights and sex are wonderful. An amazing fic. 
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elympios · 2 years
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Kresnik Brothers Gen Fic Recs
I shared most of these on Discord because I was having emotions one night, but here we go! Bolded are very highly recommended.
Happiness by Cherry chain (K+, 1k)
OH BOY. Julius enters a Fractured Dimension where the train hijacking never occurred and Ludger's heritage was never discovered.
Next of kin by Cherry chain (K+, 1.1k)
AGONISING. FUCK. I'm not even gonna describe it because it's that painful. Take my word for it and go for it. I'm horrified.
The Cogs of Fate by Ikana's Sheikah (T, 3.5k)
Fic adaptation of Chapter 15. Ngl I didn't read all of it because I'm trying to avoid dialogue spoilers OTL but it seems promising!
you said this with a smile by Rethira (G, 3.9k)
A pre-game fic adapting five-to-seven year old Ludger living with Julius and the pivotal moment when he first cooks for Julius. Beautiful and heartwrenching and oh boy.
Nicks and Burns by OniZenmaru (G, 0.5k)
Another "kid Ludger cooks for Julius" ficlet! Short and agonising ;-;
Tomato Sauce Pasta by yukirei: (G, 0.7k)
Another "first cooking attempt" fic! Every single one of these fics kill me but oh boy. My heart. Note: This appears to have been mistagged as ship, but it's very much just wholesome gen.
Down Feathers by yuriu (G, 0.5k)
Wingfic makes me very giddy and this one made me SAD
Knight of the Night by Angelle_wings (G, 2.2k)
This technically doesn't include Ludger at all, but instead is just Elle and Julius talking with references to pre-game Ludger. Very fluffy and sad. I'm counting it.
A Fading Miracle by bookofthenightsky (G, 0.7k)
ANGST. ANGST ANGST ANGST. everything is ANGST and nothing is okay. Technically more about Julius and Rideaux but Ludger is...
And So He Stops by orphan_account (T, 0.8k)
Julius ending angst from Ludger's perspective T^T
folie à deux by valediction (G, 1k)
Hurt with no comfort, a take on the Marksburg scene if you'd chosen the negative dialogue options with Julius beforehand. Honestly agonising but also makes me wish it was a canon thing!
Almacantara by valediction (G, 1.4k)
Age reversal AU *eyes emoji*
ghost.image() by valediction (G, 0.6k)
I'm not going to lie, I haven't played the game this is inspired by, and thus the impact really doesn't hit me as hard, but ooooh boy the atmosphere is fun
Fix Me by faikitty (T, 3.1k)
"Julius murders Fractured Ludger" fic my BELOVED. This one is VERY good and love fractured!Ludger being talkative and affectionate and it ringing as wrong to prime!Julius. And then angsty cuddles <3 my heart omg
tears and joy by Anonymous (T, 7.1k)
STRONG RECOMMEND. Though you should probably heed the author notes. There is one line where Ludger addresses the assumption that he and Julius are more than brotherly, but it's not at all a ship fic. Just really intense heartbreaking gen.
there is a future i wish for by Rethira (T, 2k)
AGONISING Victor & Prime!Julius fic. I'm literally so emotional. This author is amazing.
F4233 by bookofthenightsky (T, 2.5k)
HOLY CRAP READ THIS. Pre-game Julius finds a Fractured Dimension where Claudia (Ludger's mother) is alive and agony ensues.
The following fics were tagged as ship on purpose, but imo are still vague enough to be interpreted as platonic. If it squicks you, please skip them.
Skinless by Koeji: (G, 1.8k)
According to the OP's tags, "it can be not incest" so I'm including it. It's a very nice emotional thing focused on Ludger cooking following the Julius ending.
A Sliver of Beauty in a Dying World by Midnight Wolf (Larkawolfgirl) (T, 0.5k)
Julius ending fic from Ludger's perspective, angsty schmoop, everything is beautiful and everything hurts
these small hours by orphan_account (T, 1.6k)
Very fluffy angsty cuddling, if you have a high tolerance for physical affection between siblings it’s easy to read this as gen. Fluffy in the moment but angsty because it's pre-game and you know what's gonna happen.
battles (unrated, 1.2k) and flight by kratosaurioned (unrated, 0.8k)
By the virtue of tumblr tagging lacking recognised gen tags and having a terrible search system, these are the only tumblr fics I've found. Tagged as ship but ultimately capable of being read as gen (helps that Ludger is still a kid for most of it). A duology about Ludger being discovered as Claudia's son earlier than canon, with some ripple effects and the closest thing we can get to a happy ending with these two...
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