#grabbin both of y'all

[oleandew]

          Don’t know a— HE’LL YOINK HER TOO.

#he's SICK #grabbin both of y'all #dash comm.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 23

Howdy y'all!

If you're new here this is every new (to me) fic I read this week and some of my silly lil thoughts about them.

I did some catching up on series this week and also did some writing so I've only got 12 fics for you this week! I read a lot of dark shit this week, but that's October for ya. There's still some sweetness in here somewhere if you aren't into dark stuff and I've made sure to mark everything appropriately (I think).

As always you can find all my previous fic recs here.

Recs below the Pedros!

Apple - a Frankie/Santi/Will one shot by @romana-after-dark

You are married to Santi and you have a CNC kink he very happily obliges. You set up a thing where Santi, Will, and Frankie pretend to be home invaders and they gangbang you. Stuff goes a lil sideways and it ends up being NC/DC. This was wonderfully unsettling. I love how there's this strand of believability that they don't intentionally overstep her boundaries. It's dark and scary and feels very real.

sam and diane, eat your heart out a Marcus Pike one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You've been working with Marcus for a while and finally wrapped up the case you were on. You've almost given up ever getting what you want with him when finally!! You both admit your feelings for each other. Cue steamy office make out sesh with thigh riding. I loved the will they won't they shit in the beginning. The frustration makes the pay off so good.

i am touchin', i am grabbin', everything I can't be havin' - a Dieter one shot by @chronically-ghosted

You show up at the doorstep of your long time but estranged family friend Dieter Bravo, soaking wet and with nowhere else to go. You've known him so long you call him Uncle Dee, no I'm not kidding. I almost didn't click on this bc like UNCLE?? But he's not really your uncle and I cannot express enough how fucking hot this was. Like Dieter is just so fucking good this OH MY GOD. If you love Dieter, read this. You'll love it.

Recovery Road - a Dieter series by @chronically-ghosted

Dieter finally gets his shit together, he's clean and married and working on a new project. His costar (you) is a cunt fr. You're on drugs, you're a brat, and you're a mess. And Dieter can't stay away from you. When his wife gets fed up with him and humiliates him in public, you're there to catch him... and ruin his sobriety, his marriage, and maybe everything else. I have a couple chapters left of this but OH MY GOD. I was so MAD at Dieter, but also so sad for him. Don't take that as me saying I didn't love this because I did. I do. It's so beautifully written. The pain and angst and desperation and everything is so powerful, this hurts to read. And the smut? Mind altering actually.

a revolting development - a Joel series by @chloeangelic

Your new step dad is really hot... and that's gonna be a problem. I've been reading so many step dad fics lately (not just Joel!) and I'm so into it and what is wrong with me?

The Rogue Who Coaxed You - a Joel series by @atticrissfinch

You're Joel's secretary and you suck him off while he fields a phone call from his wife! We love an infidelity fic round these parts, we really do. Reader is filthy, Joel is mean, there's a lot of degradation, the works. I'm so obsessed with this dynamic I can't wait to read more.

When the Gallow-Grass Gives - a Silva one shot by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Silva rescues you (m!reader) from the gallows, walks you home by the rope you were supposed to hang by, and then tells you that you remind him of someone he used to know. I love a good gay cowboy fic and this is a GREAT one. The historically accurate lube made me cackle. This was so well written and so HOT and managed to maintain that wistful sadness Silva seems to have hanging like a cloud around him.

Desires and Complications - a Marcus Pike/Dave York series by @ezrasbirdie

Sweet little Marcus Pike wants to please you better in bed so he calls up your ex, Dave York, to show him how to be a dom. It goes a little differently than any of you imagined when Marcus turns submissive for Dave. This fic is so hot. I read up through "plead" and it looks like maybe there's some throuple dynamics forming!!! I'm so excited to finish this AHHHGHGHG

Ripping Sunrise - a frankie one shot by @idolatrybarbie

You accidentally take an edible and Frankie takes care of your high ass. And then once the high wears off he really takes care of you... This is so sweet and hot, I love it so much.

I Might Kill My Ex - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel leaves you for Tess and that... well that's just unacceptable. We got dark!reader, asshole!Joel, murder, dub con for Joel, the works. This fic is so good. It's dark and gives you a fascinating look into reader's crumbling psyche. I love the ending so much also

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I wrote Ouroboros and Eat You Whole. Dave York x f!reader fics set in the same universe, canon divergent but some canon stuff still happens in the background. Love as consumption/Love as violence type thing. Basically you and Dave are two touch starved, miserable people with nothing left in this world and you have crazy sex about it. There’s some softness in there too.

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Here's some series I've been reading (not a comprehensive list): Hot and Heavy (Joel), Muddy Waters (Joel/Ez), Stepdad!Joel, Exile (Javi P), New York or Nowhere (Joel), Feral Woman (Joel), Yearling (Joel), a lover's pinch (joel), the world tipped on it's side (Frankie), and Pretend Alleyways (Marcus/Dieter)

(In order: @tieronecrush @bonezone44 @toxicanonymity @jksprincess10 @beskarandblasters @gasolinerainbowpuddles @justagalwhowrites @hier--soir @idolatrybarbie @radiowallet)

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ppcu

[underground-boss-clay]

How tf did you get banned from Galar?

......

......

......

What, ain't one a' y'all gonna jump in front of me an' explain-?

Nope.

That's all on you, honey.

Agh, fine.

Bout twenty years ago, I an' a coupla other CEOs went to Galar fer one a' them big business conventions; this was back when them Wishin' Stars an' Dynamaxin' was still brand new, just introduced to industries, let alone the public. An' while I'd seen him in passing before, that was the first time I'd properly spoken to the man outside regular business conversation.

I already wasn't fond of what little I saw before, but meetin' him in person and havin' him be grossly friendly towards me, someone he literally jus' met, didn't rub me right. And I thought tellin' him up front not to touch me would set boundaries clear enough, but-

You TOLD him or you threatened to crack his kneecaps open?

THE POINT IS that I made it clear I didn't want any of his weird friendly Mukshit. I don't have problems with people I know grabbin' my shoulders, but if I don't know ya then I don't fuckin' know ya.

And I'd thought I made that VERY CLEAR, but then he went and grabbed me by the shoulders from behind and--well. I might've elbowed him a little too hard.

"A little."

I wasn't tryin' ta hurt him, just get him the fuck off! I didn't even realize how hard I hit him till he was down on one knee, coughin'...

And then apparently his metal Donphan from hell popped out of its ball and... well, I don't remember much aside from metallic green swingin' towards me and then wakin' up in the hospital. We... both ended up in the hospital, actually.

I remember Mom bein' pissed at some lady that came in, but that was it. Tall lady, kinda looked psycho with how pissed she was--?

Yeah, that woulda been Oleana. Yer mother all but lit a fire bout how clear warnin' signs were ignored, how clear I tried to be bout boundaries, but that woman wanted us out the second I was recovered enough to get on a plane again.

... y'know what, thank FUCK you hired me AFTER all of that.

Yeah, yeah you had a lot ta work with when ya first joined.

#Ask #Anonymous #Here's the Dirt #Sig Erden #Mildred from PR #pokemon irl #Chairman Rose

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix ::: Squeeze

Uhm… Look… If you tell me you do not go absolutely feral over Otto's titties, I'm not going to believe you. Have you seen them?! So yeah, have this little 30 that I wrote in an effort to get back into writing. This is purely self-indulgent and I will not apologize for any bit of it.

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Summary: You want to squeeze Otto's titties.

Rated: M

Words: 722 words

Warnings: There be titties and titty grabbin' ahead y'all...

Other: GN!Reader, Otto's magnificent titties are shown the love they deserve

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina’s characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist’s sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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There is something about Otto's chest, that no matter how hard you try, you can't help but be drawn to it. It's not his near constant state of shirtlessness either, although a shirt would probably hinder your gaze (if not your imagination), for at least a little while. No, it's not his lack of a shirt that fuels your curiosity, but something else. 

Perhaps it's the plump, soft flesh of his body. You do always enjoy squeezing his chest, watching the little dips your fingers make. Then again, it may be the flapping of his coats as he moves around, teasing you with brief, frustrating glances at his exposed chest. All you get is a peek of chest, his nipples dark against his pale skin before the coat flaps fall back into place. 

It's not like Otto denies you either. He's quite generous when it comes to you exploring his body in any way you see fit. But no matter how many times you caress, massage, pinch, bite, or lick his chest, you just can't get enough. 

Which is how you find yourself in your current predicament. 

Otto is resting. 

He's not asleep, not yet, but if you don't bother him, eventually he'll succumb to his exhaustion. You want him to rest, really you do... He's been working so hard and so late recently. His eyes are dark from lack of rest, and he seems to carry a weight everywhere, worse even than that of the actuators attached to him. 

You're sitting next to him, snuggled into his side with his heavy arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close. Otto had only agreed to stop working when you told him all you wanted was to cuddle him for a little while. You promised you would let him get back to his work as soon as you got your fill. You both knew that was a lie, you would never tire of cuddling against the large man, but he'd rolled his eyes with a humored huff and has been cuddling you ever since. 

You really do want him to rest, but when he shifts a little bit, his coat falls open, exposing the smallest peek at the curve of his chest. 

You stare at the plump softness, eyes wide as you curl your fingers into a fist again and again. You shouldn't... he's almost asleep. But then again, the peek isn't enough. 

Looking up, you find Otto with his eyes closed. Surely, he won't mind if you move around just a little. 

He lets you move, loosening his arm and letting you get comfortable before gripping your waist tightly once more. You peek at him again, his eyes are still closed. Your arm is now free. 

Just a better peek... 

Otto doesn't move when you push his coat back a little more. Now you can see his chest unobstructed and it's not enough. 

You need more. 

Really, who gave the man the right to be this attractive? You can't help but reach out and gently dig your fingers into his chest. His skin is soft and warm. You try to keep the touch light, but the taste you allow yourself unlocks your hunger to grope at him, to fill your palm with his flesh. 

Fixated on squeezing him in your hand, pressing your palm into him, you don't notice him looking down at you until he very obviously clears his throat. 

Your hand freezes mid-squeeze as you look up. 

"What are you doing?" 

You bounce your eyes between his gaze and his chest. "Nothing. Just... couldn't help myself." You begin to take your hand back when his own comes up and catches your wrist. 

"Did I say you had to stop?" 

His words spur you on and you quickly reposition yourself for better access. Otto leans back as best he can, looking at you from beneath dark, hooded eyes. 

You squeeze and pinch at his chest, soon enough pulling back the other side of his coats to expose the rest of him and give him the same attention everywhere. 

But really, it's never enough. 

You need more. 

Squeezing him again, you look up at him. He's smiling in amusement, so you do the only thing you can think of. 

Bending your head, you lick your lips and bite his soft chest.

#ficlet #series #30minfix #doc ock x reader #doc ock #reader #spiderman #rated: m #molina fix writes

[writtenjewels]

Lesson part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Salim came early to the next lesson, intending to help Jason set up. The younger man had the coffee brewing already and was setting up the chairs when Salim came in. Jason saw him and lit up in a smile. Salim couldn't help smiling back, pleased and a little overwhelmed that he could illicit such a response. They had a great time at the arcade and the movies, but this was all still new for him.

“Hey.” Jason walked over to him and kissed his lips. The gesture was somehow both casual and intimate. “You mind grabbin' those music stands and settin' them up?”

“We're reading music today?” Salim was intrigued. So far Jason had been teaching them the notes verbally.

“It ain't hard. It's mostly just math.”

“I admit I've never heard music being compared with math before.”

“Sure.” Jason shrugged, setting up the last chair and moving on to gather the sheet music. “I'll explain it more when the other students show up, but it's simple division. There's more shit to it, but that's for the intermediate class. You take that one next after this one.”

“I'll have to sign up,” Salim remarked. “I heard the teacher is very handsome.” Jason shot him a look, his face turning a little red. He quickly turned back to setting up for the class, grinning as he did. The way he responded to Salim's flirting made the older man wonder if this was all new for Jason, too.

Jason settled into a more professional air once the other students trickled in. The sheet music he provided looked like a lot of dots and lines to Salim but the more Jason explained it, the more it started to make sense. And Jason was right: it was mostly math, as the type of dot was determined by how it was shaped and the number of beats in the measure. Most of the lesson was given over to understanding what each dot meant. At the end, Jason asked if anyone wanted to try playing the song on the sheet music.

Salim felt bold enough to raise his hand. Jason gave him an encouraging nod and Salim started to play. He knew he was going slower than the sheet music was recommending, but he got all the right notes. The other students applauded him when he was done and a few got the boldness to try it themselves.

“All right, y'all, next week is the last lesson. Take that music home with you and keep practicin'. You're gonna play it from memory when we meet up again.” The responses from the students ranged from excitement to dismay, but Jason assured them they were all capable. He's a very good teacher, Salim thought with admiration.

As always, he stayed behind to help clean up. “You know, you are Zain's favorite person,” Salim informed Jason playfully. “He liked the music and the snacks.”

“Better send more along, then,” Jason mused. “I want him to keep likin' me now that I'm dating his dad.” The matter-of-fact way he said it made Salim's insides flutter giddily. “Speakin' of dates,” Jason added, “how about I drop by your bookstore on Monday and take you out for dinner?”

“I'd like that.”

“See ya then.” Jason kissed him and for a few wonderful minutes Salim basked in the feel of the ex-marine's body against him, their lips exploring each other. He was in such a daze from the kissing that the trip home was on autopilot.

#jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #jason kolchek #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

[the-airship-andalusia]

The Ballad of Stonemaaker and Farraday This here's the Ballad of Stonemaaker And Farraday, the tale of two lawmen who became downright heroes to the people of the Carthagian Badlands. Now, I ain't no scribe and I never learnt my letters 'best I could, so y'all are gonna hafta pardon my attempt at makin' respectable rhymin'. Bein' just a man of the people myself, I reckon this little ditty won't do them justice. But, at least it's somethin'. Awright, enough of my jawin'. Here goes... (Clears throat and strums guitar) The Ballad of Stonemaaker And Farraday Part 1 Legends ain't born, they're made Jus' like some finely-crafted pistol Or a family's frontier homestead It takes the Maker's reckonin' And a heap 'a work an' struggle To make it right. The folks of the Carthagian Badlands Know'd the struggle well enough They'd been at it fer years 'gainst the Sovereign Them wicked-evil land-grabbin' varmints Eye'n the Badlands from their shiny towers An' coveting' all they saw. The Sovereign done took what they wanted An' the people were in a world a' hurt Long were them bad years An' the suffering' was fierce Freedom was a lonesome tumbleweed Ragged an' a blown' in the wind. Then, along came the SpiritWalker All gussied-up in black'n feathers Wearin' a hood and beaked mask Speakin' in riddles an' rhymes Plantin' the seeds of hope an' courage Amongst the people. The tribes came together Vowin' to break the Sovereign yoke Them wily elders conspired An' made a lasting' peace Between their peoples So that a heap 'a voices turn'd to one. The people declared themselves free An' them Sovereign took a' notice Not likin' what they were a'hearin' Cries of sorrow turnin' to shouts of hope An' the sound of breakin' rocks Drown'd by th' clankin' of chains broke asunder. An' so began The Uprisin' The people fought long n'hard 'Gainst them mighty Sovereign Conflict n'strife like never 'afore Afflicted both sides somethin' fierce With a heap a'years a'passin'. The Battle of Black Metal Ridge Done cinched-up The Uprisin' An' the people won the day But with so many souls a'lost Only the Maker could reckon The true winners of th' war. An uneasy peace settl'd on the land Them Sovereign stay'd in their city Never venturin' into the Badlands Exceptin' a few towns Along the airships' sky river routes Jus' fer capital an' amalgamation. In this here time an' place Two men done come up To see their folks through The bit'n hard edge of freedom found Constable Eustes Stonemaaker An' Captain Perceval Farraday. #steampunk #theairshipandalusia

#steampunk #steampunkart #graphicnovel #graphicnovelart #airship #theairshipandalusia #originalcharacters #constable #captain #renegades #lawmen

[beeandhearttattoos]

Would like to thank @mizpahes for sending me this.

Da one where Y/N loves Harry’s hand round her neck.

Yo ass hadn’t expected yo’ night ta end like dis yo, but wit tha way Harry looked, dat shiznit was inevitable. Well shiiiit, it wasn’t even anythang dat dramatic! Dat shiznit was just a sick piece of suit dat made his ass look all too desirable n’ irresistible, n’ you took tha bait. Well shiiiit, it all started up in tha party, occasionizzle glances between tha two of y'all was exchanged, maybe all dem touches hidden up in tha dark, or maybe tha way his thugged-out lil’ punk-ass bit his fuckin lip as he eyed you from head ta toe.

So maybe it wasn’t so surprisin when tha two of y'all gots home dat da perved-out muthafucka suddenly pinned you against tha wall, grabbin onto yo’ fat-ass thighs ta wrap dem round his hips as he aimlessly hike yo’ skirt up fo’ realz. Afta bumpin tha fuck into all dem thangs here n’ there on tha way ta tha bedroom, you two was on tha bed unscathed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

And now, wit his hand wrapped round yo’ neck, he looked down on you as tha pimpin’ muthafucka thrusted his hips harder than he’s already bustin, makin you moan louder n’ shiznit yo. Dude smirked, goin as hard as his schmoooove ass can n’ lettin tha sweat fall down from his neck towardz his chest.

“Fuck, yeh feel so good,” he peeped his dirty ass disappear up in you, glistenin from yo’ wetnizz yo. Harry suddenly pulled his dirty ass up n’ flipped you over, helpin you ta git on yo’ handz n’ knees as he pushed his dirty ass back up in you, biatch.

“Harry!” you held one of his handz dat was pressin tightly on yo’ hips.

Dude leaned forward n’ bit on yo’ shoulder, growlin as he feels both of yo’ bodies jerk forward tha fasta n’ rougher he gets, n’ you can put dat on yo’ toast. One of his handz sneaked down ta you, settlin his wild lil’ fingers on yo’ clit n’ started rubbin harshly on dat shit. Yo ass screamed, arms bobbin as you felt yo’ stomach tighten up, yo’ whole body pulsing.

“G’nna cum fo’ me, love?” he raised his brow, a smirk creepin on his wild lil’ grill yo. Harry suddenly wrapped a arm round yo’ waist, pullin you up ta his muthafuckin ass. With yo’ back pressed on his chest, you held one of yo’ handz onto tha headboard fo’ support, n’ tha other on his hand that’s still where tha two of y'all connected, “Fuck, I can feel yeh squeezin’,” he returned his other hand towardz yo’ neck, tiltin yo’ head towardz his cold-ass ta press a lick on yo’ lips n’ ta bite at yo’ ear as his cold-ass thrusts gots sloppier.

“Harry, please,” you moaned, feelin his hand reach down ta yo’ breast, pinchin on yo’ bud as he kept goin yo. He’ll start ta chuckle as you arch yo’ back.

“There we go,” da perved-out muthafucka holla’d as you moan up loud, pulsin uncontrollably round his ding-a-ling yo. Harry groaned as you continued squeezin him, his wild lil’ finger still rollin round yo’ clit ta help you go all up in yo’ high.

Yo ass feel his ass slow down, wit his hand wrapped round yo’ neck n’ tha other on yo’ neck, you hear his ass say, “Think yeh can give me one mo’, love?”

#ilu #this is just all too good #harry styles