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cas-backwards-tie · 1 year

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Here's The Deal...

So here's the deal... I have been pursuing my real life goals and accomplishments the past two years. This summer I have about a month and a half before I have to go into essentially a work-study opportunity which is going to help propel the rest of my career. What does this mean?

Though I know I've always been sparse when it comes to getting things out and finishing projects with my writing, I think that perhaps it might be worth it to post the drafts, snippets, imagines, WIPs, and ideas I've had over the years either in store in my drafts, or in my docs. I have stuff ranging from either Supernatural, DC Comics, ADCU of course, TUA, and of course some more recent developments on the Marvel, Grishaverse, and DBH content I'd been putting out. The question is... would anyone be interested in that?

I'm such a perfectionist at times when it comes to things like this, that... I'm even doubting if I should post this halfway through writing this. HOWEVER, I will say that some things will be incredibly brief. And for that purpose, it's exactly why I'm asking if anyone would be interested in reading/seeing these things. If so, I can post them, and even tag people. I'm just curious, since, I haven't written for some of these fandoms in a while, but am wanting to get back into writing over the summer, that perhaps it might be worthwhile. What do we think?

tagging: (forever taglist) @ohdamnadam , @safarigirlsp , @jynzandtonic , (mutuals+ ppl I think would be supportive) @kylo-ren-writes , @itsaconquestofimagination , @leatherboundbirate , @purplebtsmagic , @morby , @reylokisses , @thepilotanon , @maybe-your-left , @direnightshade , @glassbxttless , @mariesackler , @caillea , @wayward-rose (people whose fandoms it'd effect + above) @mrswhozeewhatsis , @sacklerscumrag , @formerly-anonhamster , @clumsycopy , @xenteaart , @driversmutbucket , @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather , @barbers-glimmerin-darlin , @millenialcatlady , @floral-and-fine , @sithlordintraining , @moonlightsolo , @ussrootcanal , @callmehopeless

Maybe also just a reason to tag my mutuals and get back in connection with them cause I'm in a place now that I'm graduating and less busy that I can be a better friend and get connected again. <3

and if I didn't tag you, that doesn't mean you're not included. These are just some people I've thought of, or like, or were connected to present or in the past, and have also supported me. <3

#writing #thoughts?#opinions?#my writing #ideas #drabbles #imagines #solo triplets #dbh reader insert #adcu #peter parker x gwen stacy #general kirigan x reader #five hargreeves x reader #spn reader insert #dc comics reader insert #not queued

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peachyproserpina · 3 years

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Oops pt. 1

Here is another Jason fic for the amazing light of my life @glassbxttless. I am splitting it into 2 parts because my worms are dead and I wanna see how you like this first part.

Part 2 here!

Jason x Fem!Reader

TW: mentions of smut, mentions of sickness / throwing up, pregnancy, swearing.

If I miss a tag let me know and I will add it!

Your chest is heaving, Jason is peppering kisses all over your neck and you giggle, tucking his sweaty hair behind his ear. You try to wiggle out from underneath him but he drops his whole weight onto you, letting out a gasping laugh and try to push him up, you can feel his softening cock twitch while you squeeze around him with your chuckles.

“No, stay here.” It’s mumbled into your neck and you roll your eyes, and run your nails down his scalp, eyeing the way he jerks his hips as you do. You relax fully, giving up then and he rolls off you with his crooked shit eating grin.

“You’re needy Jas.” You curl up right under his arm as you can feel his cum leak out of you, a sticky problem for both of you in the morning.

“And you’re bratty when you’re tired, even after being fucked dumb.” He yelps when you pinch his nipple for the comment, not denying it. You have been a bit of a brat but between work, classes, friends, even Jason was having to pick up more hours, you haven’t seen him and you’ve been stressed the fuck out. You can only fall asleep face timing Jason so many times before you get into a mood and tie him down to the bed and call the both of you out of work just to make up for lost time. You fall asleep not too long after that, tucked up into Jason while he browses some emails from work before he passes out too.

The next 2 weeks fly by the same way, busy bodies and face timing and dirty snaps sent to each other on your lunch breaks when you weren’t home and you couldn’t torture Jason by jerking off for him to watch while at work. Summer finals are approaching and you’re not in the right headspace to notice it, you’re late for your period but you're both so busy it doesn’t even register. It’s not until you're straddling Jason one night and he grips your tits just a little too hard and you yelp. You pull back with a wince and he starts to panic.

“Did I- Are you okay?” Jason’s hands are hovering over your shoulders and you can feel his panic beat off him in waves, cradling your chest as you maneuver yourself off of his lap. You wince when you glide your fingers over your nipples, they’ve never been this sensitive ever. “Do you have breast cancer? Oh my god did I give it to you?” Jason is in a full panic as he starts running his hands through his hair and bouncing his leg. You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

“No you dork, it’s just my period, I started spotting today. That’s all” You roll your eyes as you cuddle up to Jason and he lets out a big breath, shoulders falling and relaxing he pulls you close, careful around your chest.

The next 2 weeks are much the same, it isn’t until you’re throwing up into a bin in the middle of your acting final that someone points out the obvious, the most mortifying part of it all? It’s Estelle, Jason’s mom and your fucking acting class supervisor. She pulls you aside into the prop room and the musty smell of the room is enough to make you gag.

“Did Jason knock you up?” Are the first words out of her mouth and they make you even more nauseous. There’s no way you- you got your period… 2 weeks ago. There's no way. You’re shaking your head as you gag, scooting past her and making your way out of the theater and home before you can get sick anywhere else. You go home and pass out, so tired, way more tired than you have been because of finals. Jason finds you curled up on the bed over the covers, he got pinged when you came home early, noting how tired you looked. He tucks you in before climbing in right after you.

Finals are finally done and Jason has booked the whole weekend off to celebrate with you, despite being sick for most of them you passed and you have a few weeks before Fall semester starts. You’re sleeping in, which Jason has noticed happening more often, you always wake up before him with a kiss on the cheek or by grinding your hips against his. He’s brushing his teeth and trying to figure out what you two should do this weekend when he spots the unusually empty trashcan in the corner of the room.

He can feel his blood run cold.

There, he hasn’t. You haven't demanded he take out the trash in almost 2 months. Usually by now there’s tampon wrappers, Jason watched you for a while, he knows your cycle about as well as you do at this point and he can feel himself panic again. You’re pregnant, he fucking knows it. You haven’t had a period in almost 2 months, and you’ve been complaining about how your jeans don’t fit because of how bloated you are. He’s rushing into the bedroom before he can even rinse out the foam from his mouth.

You wake up to an earthquake, wait New York doesn’t have earthquakes. It’s gotta be construction, you bury your face in your pillow before it’s being ripped out of your hands. You sit up and Jason is there, panic in his eyes as he’s pushing the pregnancy test you keep in the back of the cabinet for shits and giggles. You’re not even fully awake yet before he’s picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom and setting you down on the toilet.

“Jason, what the-”

“You’re pregnant. You haven’t had your period in like a month and a half.” Jason is shakily opening the box and handing the stick over to you. You’re awake now, wide awake and this time Jason isn’t alone in his anxiety. You take the plastic cover off the stick and shakily pull down your panties, Jason is still in the room. You’re not even mad, you don’t even notice really. You’re trying to pee on this fucking stick but you can hear and see the tap tap tap of Jason’s feet on the tile.

“Jason, stop! I can’t pee because you’re making me nervous!” it’s come out a little more forceful than you wanted but it makes him stop. He’s running his hands through his hair while you pee on this fucking stick and place the cap back on. You put it face down and walk out of the bathroom. Jason gapes at you, picking up the stick and following you back into the bedroom, you’ve got your head buried in your pillow. “I’m not pregnant, no way Jas. There’s no way.” You’re muffled but he knows what you’re saying. He hesitates, he never. This never.

You both talked about kids, but you both agreed not until way later. When Jason owned his own tech company and you had a job you actually liked, not this part time bullshit you balance with school. A kid was never part of the plan, Jason’s only 26 and you’re younger than him! There’s no way.

Jason runs a clammy hand over your back and sits on the bed next to you, pregnancy test in his hands face down. Too nervous to look at it without you. You’re crying, he can tell by the way your shoulders are shaking and the gaspy uneven breaths you’re taking.

“It'll be fine baby girl, whatever happens we have options. It’ll be fine.” He’s trying not to freak himself out too much, you’re always so strong for him he can be strong for you this time. “Wanna look at it together?” He’s still rubbing your shoulders and you shake your head.

“No, just tell me if I ruined your life Jason.” You sob after you finish the sentence and he’s setting the test on the bedside table as he pulls you into his chest. You cling to him and start crying anew. He’s rocking you both back and forth, hoping that this is all a mistake and that the stress just fucked everything up for you both. You both sit like this for what feels like hours till you have no more tears to cry. Jason is holding your face between his hands and showering your face with kisses.

“You could never ruin my life baby girl promise.”

#jason x reader #jason (svu) x reader #adcu fanfiction #peachy writes #glassbxttless adcu #for you my love i hope u like this first part #tw swearing #tw pregnancy #tw sickness #tw throwing up #tw mention of sex

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inthebottle · 3 years

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#I promised my sketches will been better and have more detail soon #I’ve had these sitting for a while and I don’t want to finish them lol #but I’m doing this sketch series for my entire adcu #over on GlassBxttless #and then my realism stuff will be here lol #just a pretty little Clyde #Clyde Logan

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babbushka · 3 years

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I NEED PASSOVER PROMPT ONE

(we know I love Paterson and am a sucker for anything written for him but you can decide who you’d like to write it for 🥺)

A/N: Thank you so much for asking!! Pat is such a mensch, I couldn’t resist jumping on this prompt :) I hope you enjoy it!

1.4k, no warnings just fluff and humor :) Jewish!Paterson x Jewish!Reader

He listens to the rhythmic sound of the wipers, as they steadily swish away a light rain that pitter-patters on the windshield. Paterson drives through the winding upstate New Jersey roads, you in the passenger seat next to him, and his friend Doc the bartender, in the backseat. Paterson had celebrated Pesach with you for many years now, even before you were married and he could only call you his girlfriend, but the addition of his friend is a new one.

Doc had mentioned off-handedly a couple days ago that he knew the Jewish holiday was coming up, but had never experienced it for himself. Paterson brought it up on one of his nightly visits for his single beer, and Doc had been interested enough to agree to join you and him for Seder.

Now though, as they’re all on their way to Paterson’s mom’s house, Doc realizes that he has no idea what he’s getting himself into, especially as Paterson is explaining it to him, prompting him to ask,

“What do you mean there’s fifteen steps?”

You chuckle just a little at the surprise in his voice, and even Paterson’s dimples make an appearance.

“I think last year it was three hours before we even got to eat.” He says, his eyes flicking up to Doc’s in the rearview to give him a friendly smile, “But that was because my cousin kept interrupting.”

“Three hours?” Doc groans, “Pat tell me you’re joking. I haven’t eaten all day!”

To prove his point, a loud stomach growl sounds from the backseat, and Paterson’s smile turns into a full on chuckle of his own, as you’re doing your best to not encourage him too much over in your seat. In your lap is a big Tupperware of matzah toffee, a coveted recipe that you’re tempted to let Doc try now to hold the poor man over.

“No one told you to fast.” Paterson says, his voice soft and only a little teasing, “Only the first-born in every family fasts the night before Passover.”

“Wish I had known that now, I’m starving.” Doc grumbles, his normal steady mood shifting into something a little exasperated when he wonders aloud, “What even are these fifteen steps?”

“Do you really want to know or are you just asking to ask?” You ask, finally breaking your silence. You love telling people all about Seder, love talking about the holiday. It’s one of Paterson’s favorites too, and his eyes practically light up at the thought of getting to teach his friend.

“No I want to know.” Doc scratches the back of his neck, “I did some reading but…”

“Well, it starts with the Kadesh.” You let Paterson take the lead, loving the way the deep rumble of his voice soothes your ears. He explains, “It’s a blessing over the first cup of wine, and to commemorate and sanctify the holiday. Then there’s the Urchatz, a ritual hand-washing to cleanse ourselves before we begin.”

Paterson drives steadily, carefully through the trees, remembering how he had always dreaded the next step. You pinch at his nose playfully when it crinkles up, his expression endearing.

“Next comes the Karpas, the first food that we get to eat although it isn’t really…food food. It’s a piece of green vegetable, I think we’re using parsley this year?” Paterson asks, looking at you. Sometimes you used celery, but Paterson’s mom liked to switch it up every other year. You nod, and he continues, “We dip it in salt water to represent the tears our people shed while enslaved in Egypt.”

“Damn, you guys don’t mess around huh?” Doc lets out a laugh at that, and you’re inclined to agree.

“Trust me, it gets way more dramatic.” You say, while Paterson tries to figure out how to find the detour for some road work ahead of him, “Then there’s the Yachatz, where the first piece of matzah is broken in half. The larger piece of matzah is called the afikomen, and is hidden somewhere in the house for the kids to find at the end.”

“Aw that’s pretty cute actually.” Doc smiles, and Paterson beams. He can’t wait until he has children of his own to go running through the house, wreaking havoc.

“Some families do it where the kids have to steal it off the Seder leader’s lap without them noticing, which is also really funny.” You nod, because you also agree, “But it usually distracts the kids during the Maggid, so we personally don’t do it.”

“The Maggid?”

“It’s the longest part of the Seder, this is when we read the long and drawn out story of our Exodus.” Paterson explains, “All the plagues, the slaughter of the first born – ”

“They get slaughtered and they have to fast?” Doc interrupts with raised eyebrows, “That sucks for firstborns.”

“Then we wash our hands again with the Rachtzah,” Paterson only continues with a smirk, glad that his older brother Paul has to wear the brunt of that responsibility. Nevermind that they’re twins, he’s older by two minutes, “And we’re not allowed to talk, it’s a silent hand-washing.”

“Oh do we get to eat now?” Doc’s eyes light up, as his stomach growls again.

Successfully navigating away from the road-block, you and Paterson exchange an apologetic glance.

“No,” He shakes his head, “Then we break the second matzah while saying the Motzi.”

“And then we eat the Maror, the bitter herb.” You add on, “This signifies the bitterness of slavery. Again. But after that we get to eat the Hillel sandwich.”

“Oh thank god – ”

“It’s bitter herb sandwiched between two pieces of matzah.” Paterson squashed Doc’s hopes before he even has a chance to get them too high.

“Dammit!” Doc laughs, feeling like this is the dinner that never ends. He isn’t entirely wrong, but there is relief on his face when Paterson pulls up to the drive-way, and you unbuckle your seat belt, turning over your shoulder to smile at him.

“After that you get to eat though.” You wink.

“For real this time?” Doc asks cautiously, making Paterson nod with a grin.

“For real.” He clips a yarmulke to his hair like the good boy he is, “And I promise it’s worth it.”

The three of you get out of the car, and you make sure that you have everything that you need before going in. Doc looks a little hesitant, eyeing the house that already has music and happy chatter sounding from the slightly open window.

“What do we do after we eat?” Doc asks, his hands in his pocket.

“The kids hunt for that piece of matzah, we do a final blessing after we eat called the Barech, invite a ghost in to come hang out with us and protect us, and then we sing songs.” You offer him a hand for him to hold, knowing that he must feel a little intimidated by it all.

Seder was intimidating for a lot of people, even those who had celebrated it for years. But then again, rituals are meant to be shared with family and friends, and you’re just glad Doc wanted to see for himself what it was all about.

“Did you say ghost?” Doc immediately blinks, making you laugh – it really was a silly part of the tradition, but an important one nonetheless.

“His name is Elijah, he’s really nice.” Paterson locks the car door and “When Elijah leaves though, we drink another glass of wine and dance. But by that point usually everyone is trashed enough that we all black out on the couch. It all depends.”

Approaching the front step, Doc takes in a deep breath. You slip him a piece of matzah toffee that he happily accepts, eagerly eating the dessert. His face lights up when he tastes how delicious it is, and he can’t help but smile.

“This sounds like one helluva dinner Pat, I gotta say.” Doc sounds almost impressed, that something so elaborate continues to be observed year after year after year.

“Are you ready to find out for yourself?” Paterson asks, gently nudging Doc with his elbow in a friendly gesture.

“If there’s more of this,” Doc points to the matzah toffee, “Then I’m more than ready.”

The three of you grin and Paterson steps through the threshold with your hand securely held in his, as the family welcomes you all and gives a most warm welcome to Doc, who finds that by the end of Seder after four full glasses of wine on an empty stomach, it is one helluva dinner indeed.

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Taggin’ some Paterson lovin’ friends! @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @sunflowersinthesnow @steeevienicks @the-unmanaged-mischief @chapterhappygirl

#paterson #paterson x reader #paterson/reader #paterson x you #paterson imagine #paterson fanfic #adam driver fanfic #adcu #passover #jewish!reader #glassbxttless

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adcuficexchange · 2 years

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ADCU Fall 2021 Fic Exchange Masterlist

It’s here: the full collection of Charlie Barber x Reader fics for the Fall 2021 exchange!

Let Yourself by - @hedgy-hog (M, 12.3K)

When Henry befriends a boy at the park, Charlie finds himself gaining a new friend as well in a single parent. But as the days pass, and the text messages grow in abundance, so does Charlie's apprehension. He can't afford to lose a good thing. But when you smile at him like that, the risk may be worth it.

Public Relations by @roanniom (E, 3.9k)

Post-divorce, Charlie is on the press tour for his first directing gig on a feature film. You're his studio-hired publicist sent to keep him from alienating reporters with his negative attitude. You clash when it comes to presentation - but who will win in this battle of wills?

Charlie Says by @jynzandtonic - (E, 1.1k)

When Charlie catches you riding his pillow, he needs to remind you how to follow his rules.

Seasons of Love by - @saynotoshityouhate (M, 2.2k)

You’re a barista at a local coffee shop, frequented by the handsome theater director a few blocks down. You become friends as he goes through a nasty divorce. This one shot is a set of short scenes, like a play, showing the highlights of your relationship throughout a year.

Worth the Wait by @kittensmctavish - (M, 11.8k)

Not many students are so close to Charlie's age. ...really, none have been, until you.

Making Up for It by @miraclesabound - (M, 1.9k)

Charlie acted stupidly about eighteen months ago and genuinely put the Reader in danger from her abusive ex. The least he can do now is help Reader out on her newest set design project.

All of the Stars by @glassbxttless - (Not Rated, 2.1k)

You and Charlie have a quiet life in California, finally away from the big Apple. Charlie wishes your heart was beating, so badly he mentions a cure— and things just don’t sit well with you.

Barista with Benefits by @weareallstoriesintheend - (G, 2.7k)

You take Charlie and Henry on a little afternoon trip to the coffee shop where you work, your first real outing with Charlie as a couple. Not only do you have to battle your nerves when it comes to the prying eyes of your nosey work friends but an unexpected guest throws a spanner in the works of your sweet, quiet afternoon.

#ADCU Fall 2021 Fic Exchange #adcu fic exchange #adcu community #charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber x you #charlie barber fanfiction #charlie barber/reader #charlie barber/you #adcu fanfiction #adam driver character

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themuseic · 3 years

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WIP Title Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by: @clydesducktape and @jynzandtonic thank youuuu loves <3

Titles:

Only Fools Chapter 15 - Clyde Logan x Reader

ADCU Fic Exchange - Clyde Logan x Reader

Confection - Modern Ben Solo x Reader

Clap, Roll - Clyde Logan x Reader

Untitled Clyde Logan Angst boiiiiiii

Namestealer - Kylo Ren

Hot Air Balloon Toby x Reader

Apocalypse!Clyde Logan x Reader

Untitled Paterson x Reader

I also have a document that only says “crop top Kylo” so idk about that one???

Holy heck i haven’t ever put this all together??? (someone come kick my ass to get OF finished so I can actually work on these other ones more)

Tagging: (Sorry if you’ve been tagged and done this already?) @direnightshade @mind-p0llution @the-sacredtexts @mylifeisactuallyamess @daydreamsofren @clumsycopy @glassbxttless @spacehole @cowboy-kylo @hopeamarsu @desiraypark and anyone who wants to join!! <3

#tag game #jesus i really didnt realize how many i had in the works yoikes #at least this is motivation to get my ass in gear to write them

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glassbxttless · 2 years

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Clyde Logan x f!Reader

NSFW Alphabet: B (body part: their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Word Count: 577

Warnings: heavily focused on breasts, a slight lactation kink

Clyde is thankful for the layout of the trailer. How he can see through the bathroom door and the side of the shower from where he lays in bed after his own shower. He can hear your quiet hum, floating around him, as the pitter pattering of the water falling around your body. He blinks just a few times and sighs happily when he hears the water shut off. This is his favorite part of your mornings together. He listens to the shower curtain pull back and he catches a glimpse of you stepping out. Water droplets rolling down the curves of your body. And he focuses right at your chest.

The swell of your breasts has always been one of his favorite parts of your body, physically. There was obviously so much more to you that just something pretty to touch, feel, fuck. But he does let himself admire how your breasts become fuller with each pregnancy, how they feel so heavy when he holds them in his hands, how you can easily squeeze your nipple and have a thin stream of milk come pouring out. He can’t help the thoughts that flood into his brain as he watches you dry off. How he would love to lay you down on your back, get his cock snug in the valley of your tits, watching the tip disappear and reappear with each of his thrusts. He sighs heavily, jeans not doing much to hide his semi-hard bulge, as he watches you start to get ready for the day before he’s rolling out of bed, lugging his tired body into the bathroom with you.

You’re leaning over the counter just a bit, applying a layer of mascara as he presses up behind you. His left arm wrapping around your middle as he uses his right hand to tilt your face towards him for his morning kiss. His hand is dropping from your jaw, grazing over your tits. They’re only covered with the thin lace of your bra, he can still see the slight puff of your nipples. And he can feel the way they start to pebble up and harden under his touch. He cups one of your breasts, his fingers resting just under the swell. and he gives it a squeeze. You smile at him, loving the quiet moments you spend with one another before your children are getting up and causing more than a gentle roar. And when you hear the baby start to cry, you give his hip a gentle tap and you leave him looking in the mirror.

Clyde really loves his shoulders, they bear the weight of his kids when he rides them around, they keep you laughing when he tosses you over one to carry you into your bedroom. They’re broad, his t-shirts cling to them in a way that drives you absolutely wild— and he thinks of that as a perk. His shoulders are one of the only joints on his body that move with just as much ease as they did in his teens. And for that he’s forever thankful.

He loves when your hands start at his shoulders on long nights, gently working out the knots that have taken up residency there. He’d moan, roll his head side to side, he’d feel your lips against his skin. And you’ll inevitably leave the darkest mark there for his t-shirt to cover up.

Clyde Logan loves his shoulders and your tits.

@sacklerscumrag @miraclesabound @d-dark-thoughts-girl @xjsteph @fizzywoohoo @candycanes19 @thepriceofstars @2000andwhat @mariesackler @clydesducktape @loganluckylover @themuseic @clydesfavoritegirl @caillea @maybe-your-left @driversmutbucket @tashastrange89 @daughterofaries @cornmousequeen @alpha-lobito @mrs-kylo-ren @peachyproserpina @mrs-gucci @millenialcatlady @leatherboundbirate @jynzandtonic @paterson-blue @awkward-katiesaur @daydreamsofren @qvinteroexc @eagerforhoney @purplebtsmagic @hedgy-hog @jahnairis @simpin_mama @thepalaceofmelanie @emi11ie @theoncrayjoy @einmal-im-traum @starsandroots

#glassbxttless #glassbxttless adcu #clyde logan x female reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan x reader #tw: breasts #tw: lactation kink

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glassbxttless · 1 year

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So I heard rumors about a Shark Enthusit Matt Solo??

The Tide

Matthew “Matty” Organa-Solo x f!Reader

summary: You finally get to meet Matt’s mom, as his girlfriend and not just a girl in his circle.

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: mentions naked bodies but nothing explicit, au alludes to an eventual emotional incest situation (a toxic mother/son relationship)

notes: this is an installment of a larger au that will be written here on my blog. a similar au is being posted to peachy and i’s shared blog.

There’s a sharp sound ringing in his ears. Matt reaches over to hit the snooze button on his alarm clock next to the bed. 7am. The morning still lays thick outside. It’s barely a sunrise, but it’s quiet and still as he sits up in his bed. He rubs his eyes and slides his glasses on. Matt rubs a palm against his chest as he stands, sauntering quietly across the hall to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he sees the fading bruises of his last encounter with Sunny— the ones she left right over his heart and left him with their first I love you.

He brushes his hair and pulls on his hoodie, his jeans feel just a little too tight these days. He takes a glance over himself in the mirror and then he pulls his phone out to check the time. He sees the little puffer fish emoji she had sent him this morning, their unsung agreement instead of a typical good morning. It always warmed his heart to see. He’s not sure exactly when it started, but over the last month, he didn’t know a single emoticon could extract such an emotion from him.

Pensacola is a long drive from Miami, where he wishes he was right now. As much as he dislikes sleeping on Randy’s couch— his whole world is in Miami. His school, his internship, his friends, his brother, his girlfriend. But here he sits, getting himself together for a breakfast date with his mama. Normally, he wouldn’t oppose. He loves spending time with his mom. She’s his best friend. Everything he’s turned himself into has been by her hand. He’s stumbling out of the bathroom and quietly walking down the hall. Mako, the old gray tabby cat Matt brought home from a walk when he was ten, rubs against his legs as he starts the coffee pot. When he dumps a cup of food into Mako’s bowl, he takes a second to message Sunny back. The quickest I love you, he’s ever typed out. The first time he’s seen those words written. But it puts a smile on his lips when he hits send, watching Mako’s tail flit to the side as he eats.

Leia comes out of her room, wearing a dress Matt’s never seen. “Your brother and grandpa are going to meet us.” She says as she passes Matt, pouring them both a cup of coffee. Which makes Matt just nod.

He’s the youngest of Leia’s four boys. Kylo, his oldest brother— owns some big shot tattoo studio down in Orlando. Ben, he’s a prosecutor right there in Pensacola. Randy? The brother he’s closest to— his best friend. He’s smarter than Matt could even imagine, a programmer. Works at some software company in Miami. He lets Matt sleep on his couch during the week, while he attends his classes. The classes that point Matt to the best future he can imagine.

Leia marks something off the calendar and it only catches Matt’s eye for a moment. Something about calling Han. Who Matt knows fathered him and his brothers. He knows Leia gets a check from him for the smallest portion of his tuition every month. He’s never met Han, but his brothers have and his brothers have always said he’s not worth the trouble. Matt’s phone is lighting up, Sunny’s face plastering the screen. He’s eager to step away from his mother, cheeks tinged a little red when he ducks out into the hallway— “Hey Sunshine.” His voice is quiet, soft, still a bit sleepy.

And you sit quietly, leaning your elbows against your desk as you watch the wind blow the flag your window faces rapidly. “Matty.” Your voice matches his tone. Sweet and gentle and everything Matt needs. “I didn’t get to say goodnight, didn’t call me when you got in.”

“It was a long drive, bub. Just went to bed.” He says softly and bites his lip gently. He spills the thought brewing in his head for weeks. “How about you come with me next weekend? See where I actually live and formally meet my mom and everything.” He bites down on the tip of his thumb while the offer hangs in the air, but you’re quick to accept.

“yeah, okay.” Your smile is ear to ear. Happy to finally get asked back to see his family. You’ve met Leia, at one of Randy’s barbecues. But not as Matt’s girlfriend. Your hair twirls around your finger as you listen to him talk about his plans for the day. How he’s got breakfast with his mom and his brother. How he’ll video chat you tonight before he goes to bed, he swears this time. “Hey, Matty?” Your voice pitches, stopping the anger filled tangent about shark fin soup before he can start it. “I love you.” Your voice is soft as you say it, making Matt’s heart start to melt. Reminds him of last friday night in your dorm, your roommate gone for the weekend. Tucked under your duvet, your head against his chest in the dim light. Your hands intertwined as your bare skin burns hot each place they touch. It reminds him of the way you whispered I love you so quietly he wasn’t sure if you really said it at first.

His heart wants to burst in his chest but he bites his tongue as Leia turns the corner. “Matthew, we don’t have all day.” It’s a quick jab, but she smiles as she says it— walking over to slide on her shoes.

Matt sighs heavily, “Sunny, I have to go. But I'll call tonight. I promise.” He makes the declaration again before he hangs up. A smile on both of your faces. And Matt makes quick work of finishing his morning routine, washing his face and getting dressed as he drinks the coffee Leia had poured for him. He even brushes out his hair and debates on pulling it up before sending a quick snap to you, counting down the seconds to the following weekend.

Rushing out the door, settling himself into the passenger seat of Mama Solo’s car— he smiles. It’s a thirty minute drive to the restaurant closest to Ben’s firm. The one they always meet at for breakfast. “Ma?” Matt’s voice sounds hesitant, making Leia take the quickest glance at him.

“Yes?”

“I was just… I was doing some thinking.” He starts to fiddle with that little beaded bracelet he’s been wearing since your first date. “I think I’d like it if you met the girl I’ve been seeing… you know? Things are getting pretty serious and I…” he shrugs. “If you’d be okay with that.”

“Of course I’d be okay with that.” Leia says softly, smiling over at him. “If you’re happy that’s all that matters, Matthew… but…” Her smile falters for just a moment. “Those college girls, I wouldn’t… Are you sure this is serious?” She asks, not really meaning anything harmful by it. But the way Matt recoils, suggests he takes it that way.

“I’m very sure.” Matt is quick to offer up the statement, omitting the part about giving you his virginity, his first real kiss, his first relationship. You were his first everything and he’s so serious about you. Doesn’t want things to change and he’s desperate to make sure his mom knows that.

“Just worried about you and those girls in Miami is all.” Leia waves it off and Matt sighs heavily. Randy had warned him of this happening. “I’d love to meet her, Matthew, if she’s someone you’re serious about.”

“She is.” Matt just nods, eyes drifting towards the window. “Next weekend. I’m bringing her when I come home next weekend… Gonna stay in my room.” Matt explains and Leia can’t help but take her turn to nod, just as nervous as he was. Even more so when Matt admits his girl was Randy’s girlfriend’s best friend. “Randy’s how we met, Ma.”

You pack a bag for the weekend as Matt paces your dorm. He’s got his keys in his hand, nervous but excited. Happy to finally have you coming home with him. You pull your bag over your shoulder and smile at him reassuringly. “Listen, my mom is… she’s feeling weird about this.” Matt says softly, “I know I’ve said it before and I know you’ve met. But you met as Randy’s friend. You know? Not my girlfriend and she’s going to be so much worse.” Matt starts to ramble and you place a hand on his cheek.

“It’s going to be fine.” You whisper softly. “We’ve got almost a ten hour drive ahead of us, bub. You don’t need to stress yourself out before we’re even there.” You mention and he nods, agreeing with you. You hold his hand almost the entire ride. Switching seats every few hours, you listen to Matt tell you about his research lab on Black Tip Reef Sharks— how this week he’s gonna be able to get in the cage with them. You watch as the closer you get to Pensacola— how the nerves that have been keeping him up at night begin to creep back.

Matt and Leia had agreed to have this first meeting over dinner. Just the three of them. And Matt takes a deep breath when he parks the car, right next to the SUV that has Pensacola Catholic High School stickers plastered across the back. Matthew Solo: class of 2019– complete with scuba diver above, Randall Solo: class of 2016, paired with a trumpet, Benjamin: class of 2013, you now know he was a high school soccer player from the sticker, and Kylo Solo: class of 2009, with another soccer ball. You smile softly, Matt has always said she was proud of her kids and she is. But you’re watching Matt as he looks his mom’s car over, catching her eye in the driver’s seat. He waves quietly, watching as she gets out of her car. “Here we go,” He whispers as he exits, walking around the car to open your door all while Leia watches.

You feel your cheeks begin to heat up as Matt reaches for your hand to help you stand. He kisses your head and walks over to Leia, hugging her as tightly as he could. He introduces the two of you quietly, his own cheeks turning the brightest shade of pink as Leia pulls you into the tightest hug you could imagine. “It’s nice to finally meet you properly.” She makes a point to squeeze your arm which finally helps Matt to relax and allow himself to think this is going easier than he had hoped.

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Charlie Barber x f!Reader

NSFW Alphabet: E (Experience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Word Count: 224

Warnings: non descriptive smut

Charlie has always known what he’s doing. He’s known since the moment he took you to bed. He’ll never admit how many partners he’s wined and dined and seduced into submission, but you know the number has surpassed double digits by the way he smiles when you ask. His fingers are graceful when he sheds both of your bodies from their cloth confines. He’s quick at his work, makes this dance look so beautiful, no matter how many times you both get wrapped up in one another. You love feeling his heart beating underneath your fingertips and he loves letting you find pleasure in all of the little tricks he’s picked up along the way. He’s meticulous about the way he moves, he’s proud of the way he makes you feel.

Charlie’s as experienced as they come, in your opinion. You can’t help the way your legs shake, the way your body rides with each wave of bliss. Charlie pulls you closer and closer to the edge, every second. Every touch. He knows how to get your toes curling. And the morning after each night you spend together includes breakfast with Charlie’s sly smile over the rim of his coffee mug. You know that he knows just how much you are enamored with him. How much you adore every new thing he shows you.

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Paterson x f!Reader

NSFW Alphabet: A (aftercare: what they’re like after sex)

Word Count: 412

Warnings: literally just some sweet aftercare

Paterson always holds you in his arms, close to his chest, tight to his body after sex. He presses the gentlest of kisses to your forehead as his fingertips dance across the bare expanse of your back. He can feel the mess made between your bodies, on the sheets— but making sure you feel loved and safe is much more important than the cleanup.

He holds you like this for a while, whispering the sweetest words of encouragement into your ear. He’s reminding you of how much he loves you, of how much you mean to him. How he couldn’t ever look at someone else like this. And when you’re relaxing against him, the muscles in your body easing into a deep rest— Paterson rolls out of bed and wanders over to the en-suite. He starts to fill the bath with warm water for you. And he’s bringing a soft damp cloth in to wipe up your thighs.

He even washes you up when you ask. Hunched over in the water, chest against your knees, he uses the shower head to rinse off your back. the water washes over your body as he takes a clean cloth and gently washes away the cares and stresses of the day. He’s always like this. He always makes sure you’re taken care of. And he’s always thrown a towel and your pajamas for the night into the dryer for when you get out of the tub. He usually bypasses the underwear, knowing you’ve told him once or twice how important it is to go without them every now and again.

Once you’re dressed, he changes the sheets as you brush your teeth. Maybe there’s always a glass of water on your nightstand as well. He’s not ready to sleep when you crawl into bed sometimes, but he always lays there with you. Your head against the arm that’s extended out for you. You know he’ll gently crawl out of bed later, mosy over to his desk for some quiet writing. Some time to himself. But he’s here now, he’s here, letting you fall asleep in his arms— your safe space. And even when he does get up, he’ll tuck the blankets around you, just how you like and place a kiss against your forehead. and sometimes you pretend you’re asleep just to feel it. just to see Paterson’s purest form of love, the things he does when he doesn’t think you’re awake to see them.

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#glassbxttless #glassbxttless adcu #paterson x reader #paterson x f!reader #paterson x you #tw: female reader #tw: aftercare

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I love those birth fics you wrote for philip. I was wondering if u would write one for Paterson? I feel like he would be so supportive and involved. he’s a softie and an incredible father 🥺🥺🥺

Paterson x f!Reader

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, home birth, pat catches a baby

Notes: hey sweetheart! If you’re interested in more Pat birth/kid fics— Peachy and I’s personal au has one that will be posted soon! just be on the lookout!

Paterson is a great father, but he doesn’t have children yet. You see the way he is with his sister’s kids, how close he holds them to his chest and how their small squeals of Uncle Pat makes him smile so wide. You see how he always crouches down to them, takes interest in each of the flowers the girls have to show him. He has all of the qualities of a fantastic parent and you decide you want to give him a baby.

Bringing it up to him is met with the tightest hug, a kiss on your head, and for the next few months— when Paterson comes home, he’s unbuttoning his shirt as soon as he’s through the door. You try and try and try for what seems like a year, almost exactly 11 months before you’re sitting on the edge of the bathtub and Paterson’s leaning against the sink, a positive pregnancy test in his hand and smiles on both of your faces. You finally did it. You’ve got the baby you two have been dreaming about growing deep in your belly. You’ve never felt more accomplished, your womb feeling full.

Paterson is happy to be by your side through all of it. He’s happy to rub your back while you’re hunched over the toilet throwing up the latest meal that didn’t settle well on your body or with your baby. He’s happy to run down to the corner store at 3am because you’d like vanilla ice cream and cheddar baked chips. He’s happy to work his schedule around so he doesn’t miss an appointment with your midwife. He’s so fucking happy to see the little bundle the two of you created on the ultrasound screen. The way his hand squeezes yours, to tell you “look at that! we made that!” without him even saying a word. Maybe his eyes light up a little more when he finds out that he’ll have a daughter.

And when you bring up the thought of giving birth at home when you’re almost eight months along, Paterson revels. He makes a list of every number he could possibly need, if the occasion of needing them arises. He purchases your birthing pool a week later. And at 38 weeks, on Pat’s day off, you both witness your water breaking at the baby shower his mother insisted on throwing, in one big gush that soaks the maternity jeans you’re wearing. You’re quick to remind him, your contractions aren’t that close— let’s finish the party. and he’s in a rush to get you home, call the midwife, get you comfortable.

And Paterson wins that battle. You’re home within the hour, with contractions coming sporadically. Little trickles of water running down your leg every now and again as you labor. You walk the hallways of your little New Jersey home, passing the nursery Pat was more than eager to put together. It’s your little piece of the desert, with Pat’s splotchy paintings of cacti and sand across the back wall. Nice muted shades of orange, brown, and cream make it up. And you remember the smile on his face as he built the crib, the dresser, your rocking chair. you remember the grin he had as he unboxed and unwrapped the name sign of your dreams. In delicately cut letters, the name you two had spent almost nine months perfecting— Arizona Dawn— you sometimes worried if her name was too much, too different. and then you think of Paterson’s excitement when he suggested it and you smile. He explained that it’s Arizona, for the place you got engaged, and Dawn, for the beginning of a bright new day.

Paterson is filling your pool, having placed it right on the hardwood floor of the living room— he’s got your own personal oasis ready to go. complete with calming music and snacks to replenish yourself with.

Your midwife sits at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee, in full view of where you’ll be birthing and where you’re currently laboring. You wanted to do as much as you could on your own— she respected that. Paterson walks along behind you, careful to let you have your space but not to get too far. Just in case you needed him. He’s quiet, doesn’t want to bother you, too much at least. But he does make quick suggestions, do you wanna bounce? maybe squat a little, sweetheart? can i rub your back? And everything else he thinks might help. He keeps ice water ready for you, cup after cup as you bounce on that dark purple yoga ball and watch mindless television, trying to get your little girl to drop down a station.

and when you think it’s finally time, Paterson is holding your hand as you climb into the pool. the cool water is soothing to the burning bare skin between your legs. The pressure you’re experiencing almost feels like too much, but you’ve got your midwife checking and telling you to push when your body feels it needs to. Paterson’s at your side, eyes wide and hands rubbing between your shoulder blades. He’s whispering such loving encouragement into your ear. Words you cling to to get through the pain. “Look at you, sweet girl. you’re doing perfect.” Raising up, you can feel his press against your head. And maybe you hear the two of them talk, too focused on the task at hand to really care what they’re saying.

Your focus falters for just a moment when you realize Pat is in the pool in front of you, jeans and all, with your midwife around his backside. He’s nervous as he watches you push, one of his hands forever helping guide your newborn daughter out. and maybe that’s when the dots connect in your head. Pat’s catching your baby. Pat’s doing one of the most important things he could do. And your heart is swelling too big. too too big. There’s tears in both of your eyes as Paterson is placing your daughter against your chest. Your head tipping back to meet his in a kiss. “fuck, look what you did— mama.” he mumbles against your skin, holding you both close to his body, “you did so good.”

He doesn’t care about the chill in his bones, the water clinging to the fabric on his body. he cares about you and that beautiful little baby, held tightly in your arms.

#glassbxttless #glassbxttless adcu #paterson x reader #paterson fanfic #paterson x you #tw: home birth #tw: birth #tw: pregnancy

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Stalker!Jude x f!Reader

NSFW Alphabet: D (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Word Count: 284

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, mentions of r*pe, mentioning non-con

Notes: i only tagged those who wanted tagged in the stalker!jude au— this short blurb isn’t descriptive, but it does mention explicit themes and triggering content. proceed with caution and mind the warning

Jude has a secret. He adores keeping you terrified of the world outside of your home. He loves making you think that most men are dangerous, when he’s the real danger. he’s the one following you home at night, he’s the one sending you perfectly crafted messages and letters— the ones that get your heart rate up and your anxiety running wild. He’s the man breaking into your apartment and fucking you while you cry no, no, no.

Jude can’t fucking stop. he doesn’t want to stop. He wants to keep you on edge. wants to drive you so fucking crazy, you won’t know whether you want to keep on living by yourself— or if you wanna curl up in his bed so he can keep you safe from him. safe from himself, unbeknownst to you.

You can cry to him, lock yourself in his apartment while the two of you wait for anything from the police. any word would mean the world to you. and jude is sure to be reassuring when they don’t say anything for weeks and weeks on end, “I’m sure they’ll find something.” he’ll mumble and kiss your head, giving you your morning coffee as you go crawl back in bed to work from the safety of Jude’s apartment.

He knows they won’t find anything, hell he’s never left anything for them to find. He’d never felt so highly of himself in his life. He’d never felt so proud and accomplished. He’s got you right where he wants you. And he’ll never tell. It’s his secret to keep, his secret to think about when he’s all alone, cock heavy in his hand, and your pretty face on his mind.

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#glassbxttless #glassbxttless adcu #stalker!jude #jude x reader #jude hungry hearts #tw: non con #tw: rape

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