#just pls gimme something to read

[tysbooks]

I keep stumbling into stories that start good and then completely drop the ball at the third act conflict! I need these authors to actually finish a thought, don’t just throw a problem at the wall and go “they said ‘i love you’ and now it’s okay”. Give the story and the conflict the time it demands. And don’t just do a time skip and tell me that the characters have grown and learnt I don’t believe you. Take me with them. Show me that they have learnt something, anything, I beg

#tyreads #ty also rants #this is mostly about ao3 #not necessarily a fault of the site tho more just that u haven’t read anything published in a while #phone screen so small and easy when book so big and requires more movement #if u have recs that treat its angst appropriately pls gimme #might fuck around and start writing again just so that I can feel something

[pedrito-friskito]

hello my dear!! 🫶🏼

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eddie with smut prompts 10 & 1 pls 🥵

hello my love!!!!

I apologize in advance for this (well, kinda but not really…)

patience (or a lack thereof) - eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: the horny really jumped out on this one. drug use, cockwarming, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!eddie vibes (I think)

The problem here, is that weed makes you horny.

Like…really horny.

Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Friday nights at Eddie’s place have a pretty repetitive flavour, and it’s one you now crave. You’ve been seeing each other nearly six months now, and your friends have all given you shit for it, but you don’t care. Fridays are for Eddie.

More specifically, Fridays are for getting stoned in Eddie’s bedroom and cumming so many times you lose count. 

By now, you’d usually be between his sheets already, two or three rounds down, a quick breather in between. But tonight, something’s thrown a wrench in your usual plans. Really, it’s your own fault — you’d shown up unannounced at Eddie’s place Wednesday night, the night he usually reserved for D&D planning. Wayne had taken an extra overnight shift, leaving the place to the two of you, and well, you made the most of it.

But with Wednesday night planning out the window, Eddie has a Saturday session and nothing prepared, which you know is not a good thing.

But weed makes you horny.

You’re sprawled out on his bed, your pants long discarded, wearing only one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts, flipping through one of his music magazines. You’ve tried reading the book you keep in your bag, tried distracting yourself by changing the records on the player, you even tried taking a quick cat nap. Nothing has worked. The ache between your legs is ridiculous.

He’s been at it a couple hours now, and you know he takes his time when it comes to D&D. He’s meticulous with his planning, thinking out every possible outcome and coming up with a contingency for each, even having a few throwaway plans just in case his players come up with something completely outrageous. You don’t mind it at all; it’s quite the opposite actually. His passion is…sexy, in a nerdy kind of way. It just adds to his charm.

And right now, it’s not helping matters. He’s perched in his desk chair, flipping through the Dungeon Master’s Guide, a pencil between his teeth. He’s wearing an old Hawkins High Phys Ed t-shirt, sweat shorts, and his hair's a mess. Unable to stop yourself, you roll off the mattress and onto your feet, crossing the room and standing behind his chair. He makes a little noise as you gather his hair in your hand, sweeping it over his shoulder so you can fit your face in the curve of his neck.

“Eds.”

“I know, baby,” he replies, the words muffled by the pencil between his teeth. “I’m almost done, I swear. Gimme like five minutes, and then I’m all yours, yeah?”

You whine, closing your lips around his pulse. You left a nice hickey there the other night, and your cloudy mind yells at you to make it bloom against his pale skin even brighter this time. Your arms hang over his shoulders, pressing your palms against his stomach, humming into his neck.

“Eddie, please?”

Your hands move lower, one glancing across the crotch of his shorts. The pencil falls out of his mouth. “Sweetheart,” he sing-songs, a halfhearted warning. But you do it again, fixated on the way his cock twitches to attention, even with just the lightest of touches. You let your teeth graze his throat, nipping at the same spot until the bruise starts to reform. Eddie tilts his head back, a low rumble moving through his chest, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they open again, his pupils are blown, and he lifts his hand, burying his fingers in your hair. “Someone’s needy tonight.”

“You know that weed makes me ho—”

“Weed makes your horny, I know, baby,” he finishes, dragging his nail lightly against your scalp. “I’m almost finished, I promise. Come here.”

He turns in the chair, swinging around until you’re standing between his legs. Eddie drags his hands up your thighs, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. He’s fully hard now, shorts tented, and he hooks one thumb in the waist of your underwear, pulling it down slightly. It makes you throb.

“You can sit on my lap till I’m finished,” he says, squeezing your hips. “That make you feel better?”

Your eyes widen slightly, feeling yourself melt into his touch. “You mean…?”

“Come here,” he says again, his tone more assertive this time. He pulls your underwear down further, lifting the hem of your shirt at the same time, and swoops in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your hip. Your underwear drops to the floor and you kick the fabric away. Everything in you goes tight as he hooks his fingers in the waist of his shorts, pulling them off and settling back in his chair. The sight of his cock curving towards his belly makes your mouth fill with saliva. “You need something else first?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “Need me to open you up a bit, pretty girl?”

He pulls you closer, one hand back on your hip, and the other slides between your knees, moving up to the inside of your thighs. He moans when he feels out wet you are, dragging his fingers through it, pushing them past his lips a second later as he pulls your body even closer. You move quickly, lifting your legs and planting your knees on the seat either side of his hips.

Eddie grins as you lower yourself slowly, reaching around to take himself in hand, guiding his cock into your nearly dripping pussy. The feeling is overwhelming, to say the least, and you bury your face in his neck again as you sink down, your breathing coming faster as he fills you up. 

Fully seated, your first instinct is to move, rolling your hips into his, but Eddie grips your waist tightly, clucks his tongue at you. “Ah, ah, ah, not yet, sweetheart. Let me finish first, and then I’ll take care of you, alright?”

When you don’t answer right away, he lifts his hips slightly, the tip of his cock nudging at that delicious nerve inside you. “Shit.”

“Gimme five minutes, baby,” he says again. He takes your hands, draping your arms around his neck. A soft kiss is pressed to your mouth, and you have to stop yourself from chasing it, taking what he gives. “Just five minutes.”

It’s fucking torture. Five minutes feels like five hours. Every tiny movement makes the pleasure spark, but it’s just shy of not enough, leaving you wanting more and more and more. If it’s driving Eddie just as crazy, he doesn’t let it show, giving you a broad grin when you settle deeper into his lap, resting your forehead against the dip of his shoulder. 

Finally — fucking finally — he flips his notebook closed, tosses his pen aside, and puts his hands on you. He grabs your hips again, guiding you along him, and the sudden movement sets your whole body alight. You toss your head back, your mouth dropping open as he lifts you up, pulls you back down. He fills you so perfectly, leaning in to suck a mark at your collar.

“There she is,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of his nose along the underside of your jaw. “C’mon, my needy girl, tell me how bad you want it.”

Eddie slides his hands under the hem of your shirt, fingers tapping along your rib cage. Your fingers chase his, reaching for the edge of the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. You toss it away, and Eddie groans, instantly lowering his head, scraping his teeth along your tits, your nipples pebbling at his attention. Your hips roll, dragging yourself along his cock, the pleasure making your eyes roll back.

“Look at you,” he moans, sucking a bruise beside your nipple, his other hand coming up to toy with the other. “You just need to be fucked so bad, don’t you?”

“Eds, please,” you manage to mumble out, a whine trapped high in your throat. You can feel how wet you are, the slick glide of your thighs against his. He grins, pulling his face from your chest, tilting his head back so his nose pokes yours.

“Almost there,” he says, his voice goading. “Use your words. Tell me.”

“Eddie—”

“Tell me specifically,” he mutters, pinching your chin in one hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “how bad you want it.”

You start babbling. His request opens the floodgates. Your words are in time to the movement of your hips, and Eddie is grinning like the devil he is. Please, Eddie, I want it so bad, I want you so bad, fuck me please, I want it hard, want it fast, wanna feel you tomorrow. Please, please, please, please, please.

He gives you what you want.

You squeal when he scoops his hands under your thighs, lifting you as he moves out of the chair, keeping himself buried inside you. He aims for the bed, you think, but gets thrown off course, and instead you end up sprawled on the floor of his room. He hikes your legs over his hips, grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him with every thrust.

Back arching against the floor, you’re climbing higher and higher, and the weed buzzing in your veins only makes it that much more thrilling. You’re probably going to have carpet burn on your ass, but you don’t fucking care.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, and when your thigh starts to shake, he drops a hand between your legs, tracing his fingers over where he’s disappearing inside you before drawing a perfect circle around your clit. “Give it to me.”

You nearly shout his name as you cum, and Eddie rides you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. He pulls out at the last second, cums hot against your stomach, and flops down on the floor beside you. His hand lingers, tracing the curve of your tits, making them peak harder just for him. You curl your hand around the back of his neck, keeping him close while you catch your breath.

“You alright, baby?” he asks, dropping his jaw to kiss your shoulder, still petting his hand across your chest. “You want a pillow or something?”

You shake your head no. “Just…don’t move yet.”

Eddie chuckles, teeth nipping at your skin. “Okay, baby.”

Your body is caught between begging for more and tapping out for the night, but you think you know where the scales are about to tip. Especially if he keeps touching you like that. Your mind whirls, eyes fluttering open so you can look at him.

“Can I ask you something?” you murmur.

Eddie hums the affirmative, sitting up slightly to pull his shirt over his head. He uses it to clean his cum from your stomach and leans over you slightly, mouthing at your tits again. “Anything, baby.”

“Why didn’t you ever make a move on me before,” you ask, “when we were in high school?”

He tilts his head, lifting one brow with his lips still latched to your skin. “Why do you ask?”

“Just realizing how much mind-blowing sex I missed out on,” you reply.

Eddie chuckles. “I wanted to make a move. I really wanted to, trust me. But you had a thing for jocks back then, if I remember correctly.” He bites at you again, softly, dropping his chin to your chest. You can feel his hand roaming lower, glancing over your knees and thighs. Your legs part slightly, letting him in again, your blood spiking when his fingers trace the inside of your thigh. “It sucked, honestly. You have no idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you, when I wanted it to be me.”

The tips of his fingers prod at you, curling just slightly. “But now you can,” you tell him, your voice turning breathy again, back arching as he pushes his fingers deeper, scrapes his teeth against your nipple.

“Now I can,” he agrees, “and I’m never gonna stop.”

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[sykostyles]

let you love me 1.2.1 (a deleted scene)

wc: 1.8 k

summary: in which Harry gives Y/N everything she deserves after bringing her home from their second date at the record store. can be read as stand alone! part one, two, three

a/n: okay.. I know I said it'd be a while before I did something like this, but I just took the plunge and did it.. I sat down and did it. I'm honestly terrified and plan on panic posting and hiding until tomorrow. A huge thank you to the lovely @cherryjuiceblues for being my beta/proof reader. All of your comments (and reactions) had me kicking my feet like a school girl. You're the sweetest, Sophie! I hope all of you enjoy another first of mine!

cw: smut. so much smut. all other context is in the previous parts above. p in v sex, creampie, oral (f receiving) semi-rough sex, prone bone sex, dirty talk, choking, teeny bit of cum play, (if I missed anything pls let me know!)

“I seem to remember a promise you made about taking me upstairs and giving me everything I deserve. I’m waiting for that promise to be kept, Mr. Styles.”

“Well then, allow me to demonstrate,” he says, flipping you both over so you were under him, eliciting a shriek of laughter from you.

Harry’s hands begin their trek down the expanse of your body; memorizing every curve and dip under his fingers. “How do you want me, baby?” He asks, placing kisses along the curve of your throat.

“Want whatever you’re willing to give me,” you rush out before pulling his lips back to yours.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, sweetheart,” he grumbles into your ear, sliding one of his hands up to grasp your chin.

“Mm, promise I can take it,” you whimper, a wicked grin spreading across your spit-swollen lips.

“Yeah? Wanna be my good girl, huh?” He asks, repositioning his hand to grip the front of your throat. He notices the spark in your eyes alongside your grin when he squeezes lightly. “oh, god.” He thinks “I’m in trouble.”

“Uhuh uhuh. Please, Harry. Need it," you whine.

“You asked for this, baby.” With that he flips you over onto your front and places a firm smack on your ass making you mewl beneath him. He’s pulling up on your hips to give you a good arch, “Should we check how our girl is feeling back here, baby? Hm?” He teases you from his spot behind you. You whimper in response, but he firmly brings his hand down on your ass again. “Words, baby,” he says, rubbing his hand over your ass cheek.

“Y-yes,” you breathe out, turning your head so your cheek is resting on the pillow. He hooks his pointer fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peels them down your legs. Your breath hitches at the feeling of the cool air against your bare cunt. 

“Ooh, look how pretty she is, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He says, gliding his fingers up and down your slit making you shudder.

“You’re the one w–ho wanted to w–ait,” you remind him, making him smirk.

“Mm, suppose my girl is right,” he says, dipping a finger inside; making you gasp. “Should I give you a reward for being right?”

“Mhm! Please!” Harry smiles at your eagerness.

He adds a second finger before his thumb finds your clit, spelling his name over and over with his ministrations against the bundle. “Ooh, she likes that, love,” he says, placing a kiss on your asscheek. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers already,” He chuckles lowly behind you.

“M-more,” you plead, reaching behind you to grip his wrist.

“Already begging for more?” He teases. “I’ll give you more, don’t worry.” He’s adding a third finger now, speeding up his motions. Your grip on his wrist tightens making him hiss. “Gimme your hands, baby,” he says, stopping his motions, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He grabs both of your hands in a firm grip before pressing them to your lower back. Grabbing your discarded panties, he ties them around your wrists forcing your arms to stay folded against your back; leaving you completely at his mercy. “There we go. Now, where were we?” He smooths his hands over the expanse of your ass, “Oh, that’s right. We were just about here,” He says, placing his fingers back in their respective spots, earning a moan from deep in your throat.

“Harry, please, d-don’t stop,” you say, pushing your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he says, “gonna let me have a taste? Can feel you getting close.”

“Mhm mhm, whatever you want. S’close, Harry.” He then dips his head down and swipes his tongue over your bundle of nerves, making you shudder.

“So sweet, baby. Could do this for hours,” the tips of his fingers keep grazing that spongy spot, making your brain go to complete mush. He can feel just how close you are, so he speeds his fingers up even more, “Cum for me, sweet girl. Give it all to me,” he mumbles against your core.

“Oh f–uck, Harry! M’cumming!” You cry out, your entire body tensing. A white hot flash spreads across your vision as you’re taken over with pleasure. Harry continues his movements, working you through every ounce of your orgasm.

“There we go, baby. So good.” Harry praises you as you’re coming down, his tongue cleaning every bit up. “Tastes so good. Such a sweet girl.” He coos as he pulls your legs so you’re laying flat. “You doing alright?” he asks, rubbing his hands up your legs, before stopping at your ass cheeks to rub slow circles..

“Mhm,” you whine, feeling Harry’s fingers spread your cheeks apart.

“You ready for more?” He inquires, not wanting to push you too far.

“Yes please,” you mumble into the pillow.

“So polite, baby. Where’d my little spit fire go? She go hide because I got you all flustered? Hm?”

“Harry, please,” you plead, making him smirk. He stands to pull his boxers off before joining you on the bed again.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry,” He says before crawling up the expanse of your body. He slides one arm under your shoulders, grasping your throat in his hand before pressing his body weight onto you. “Gonna make you feel so good, my girl,” he promises before craning your neck to place a kiss on your parted lips. He reaches down with his other hand, guiding his cock to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal on his tip before slowly pressing inside; making both of you moan in unison at the sensation. “Oh–hah, f-fuck. So tight, baby,” he growls in your ear, inching his way inside. He’s turning your brain to mush once again without even trying.

“J-jesus, Harry. S-so big.” You whine. “C-can’t take it.”

“Oh, I know you can, pretty girl,” He coos in your ear. “And you will,” he says, pushing in to the hilt. The sound he pulls from your throat makes him feel a sense of pride. “See? There we go,” he says, pressing a firm squeeze against your throat. “Knew you could do it.”

You whimper in response. “H-harry.” 

“Yes, sweet girl?” He internally groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him..

“M-move, please.” 

“Anything for you, love,” he’s sliding his hips back far enough to leave his tip inside, to then slam back into you repeatedly, turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. “Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He asks. He’s doing everything in his power to not finish too early; the feeling of your thighs alongside the feeling of your plush, warm walls has his head spinning far earlier than anticipated. But he can tell you’re not far behind. Seems his girl likes it a little rougher. He’d be sure to remember to have a more in depth conversation with you regarding harder limits later.

“M’close, Harry. S’close!” You rush out. You’re in complete heaven. The constant rush of the tip of his cock grazing your g spot, and the ridges of every vein against your walls have your head rushing and your arousal pooling in your gut.

“M’too, pretty. So close,” Harry says as he reaches down with his other hand and lifts your hip enough to connect his fingers to your clit one more time, rubbing in tight circles. His other hand still having a firm grip on your throat. “Cum.” He commands, feeling the band snap within you.

“OH, F–UCK,” you start to unravel. Harry squeezes the sides of your throat just a little tighter to really tip you over the edge. His speed doesn’t falter, however. He’s determined to milk every ounce of your orgasm out of you.

“Yeah, baby, there we go. Such a good girl,” He praises, releasing his grip on your neck to push himself up. He takes hold of your bound hands, pulling them towards him and giving your back that perfect arch. “G’na cum, baby,” he warns, “Where d’ya want me?”

“I-inside, please, Harry. Cum for me, please!” You beg, making him groan.

“Oh, f–fuck,” his hips stutter at your plea. Of course he obliges. White hot ropes are filling you to the brim. “Just like that, baby– shit,” he groans, continuing to roll his hips into you. “Gonna milk me dry.”

“'So good, Harry,” you mumble into the pillow. 

His hips slowly come to a halt against your ass, and he reaches up to undo the knot keeping your wrists together. Your arms fall to your sides as he lays his weight on top of you again, pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder. “Did so well for me, baby,” He whispers against your skin. You turn your head to capture a glimpse of his face and he’s smiling.

“You’re so pretty.” You say, reaching your hand up to cradle the side of his face.

“Am I?” He asks, placing a kiss to your nose.

“Mhm. Promise.” You smile at him. “Kiss?” 

“Like you have to ask.” He says leaning down to you, capturing your lips with his. He takes hold of your wrist, noticing the red marks from your underwear. “Sorry, love.’ He coos, before pressing his lips softly to the marks.

“S’okay. Felt good.” You affirm. “You’re still hard.” You say wiggling your hips against him, making yourself whimper at the feeling of his cock grinding inside you at your movements.

“Mm, noticed that, did you?” He teases.

“Kind of hard to miss.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Hey now, where’d my good girl go, hm?” He inquires, swatting his hand against your ass making you squeal. “Who’s this brat?” He quickly pulls himself out of you, making you hiss at the sudden empty feeling. Taking hold of your hips, he flips you over once more beneath him. “Hi, baby,” he says once you’re face to face.

“Hi, stranger,” you whisper, smiling up at him and sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Where’d that attitude go?” He teases, rubbing his cock up and down your slit, catching all of your mixed arousal on his tip, and making your breath hitch when his tip would catch in your entrance.

“D-don’t worry, she’s s-still here,” you whimper against his lips, making him smile.

“Good,” he starts, placing a heated kiss to your lips. “Guess I gotta keep going then,” he says, pushing his cock back inside, fucking his cum from before right back into you and making you gasp. “Good thing though–” He continues, gripping behind your knees to bring your legs against your chest, making his cock push into that spot over and over “--Because I want to watch your pretty face the next time you fall apart on my cock.”

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[buckybabieboy]

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

#buckybabieboy #buckybabieboyanswers #sub!bucky barnes #sub bucky barnes #little!bucky #soft bucky #sebastian stan #dom!reader #lactating kink #imagines #marvel #bucky barnes #chubby dumpling #falcon and the winter soldier #female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes blurb #bucky blurb #little bucky

[chaotic-mystery]

Gimme More | Joel Miller

This works best if you listen to the playlist without shuffle on & crossfade set to 3sec which you can find under settings > playback.

Pairing: AU!Bouncer Joel x f!reader

Summary: The cute bouncer has his eye on you the whole night, so what happens when you push him too far?

CW: borderline smut so pls 18+, drinking, clubbing, bouncer!Joel being rough & cold (hehehe), using someone to make him jealous, sexual tension, Joel’s got a case of the grab hands, choking, Britney Spears making you dance nasty.

If I forgot anything, feel free to let me know!

Playlist for listening while you read

The cobblestone clicked under your heels as you made your way to the front entrance of the club when the bouncer stopped you dead in your tracks and asked for ID. His dark eyes looked you up and down, spending a little too long on your breasts that were on a wonderful display from your sparkly skimpy dress as you went in your clutch purse and pulled out your ID. “Cute name, sweetheart. You’re good. Go on in” was all he said when you noticed a slight accent in his tone, clearly he isn’t from around here. “Thank you, Mr. Bouncer” you seductively replied, walking up the two steps in front of the doorway to the club. The red neon sign glowed in the reflection of your eyes as you turned around to look at him, scanning over his body. His broad shoulders made his shirt tight as hell when his arms were crossed over his chest, something you couldn’t stop staring at when he was taking his sweet time checking over your ID. He caught you staring at him and a smirk played on his lips for a quick second before he looked away into the crowd of people waiting to get in. He turned back around just in time to watch your ass as you went up the stairs to the main floor of the club, soon you disappeared from his view.

Your girlfriend was waving you down in a section they got and they met you halfway in the middle of the floor. “So happy you came out oh my god you look amazing bitch!” she exclaimed over the music and handed you a shot instantly. It was pure fire and sin in a little shot glass but fuck it, right? Tossing your head back with the glass pressed to your lips, you swallowed the liquid quickly and shook the taste off. As it traveled down your esophagus, it turned warm and wasn’t so bad after a few seconds. “Do you want a drink, love?” her eyes ready to watch your lips to decipher an answer. “Yes! Absolutely, please!” you quickly responded and soon she disappeared into the sea of bodies to the bar. You took a look around the room to see if you could spot anyone cute and worth giving your time to when you noticed the bouncer from outside was now inside and over by the exit door. He was so far away but you could tell he’d been watching you the whole time. His hair was fluffed out from the door constantly flying open and shut, but it suited him well. You gave a small wave and when he didn’t return the gesture, you were riddled with embarrassment. To play it off like he didn’t just make you look like a loser, you ran your hands up the back of your neck and fluffed your hair out across your shoulders.

Suddenly there was a drink in your hand, not a clue in the world what kind it was, all you knew was that it was fucking amazing and strong. The lights were flashing all sorts of colors across the room and the drink was making you feel free and like you could get anyone in the club. The bouncer still had his eyes on you as you grabbed your girlfriend's hand, tugging her close to hear you, “You see that guy over there, the bouncer? He’s been eye-fucking me all night and I can’t tell if it’s a good fuck or a hate fuck sort of situation.” She turned to look at you, mouth open wide in shock. “If you don’t go ask him and see what his deal is, I will. Are you joking? He’s fucking beautiful.” Her words rang true in your ears and before you knew it you were making your way over to where he planted his feet. “Why are you staring at me? Is there something I did wrong at the front door Mr. Bouncer dude? Is my ass out or something?” Your questions became more and more slurred as you rattled them off the top of your head, mainly trying to get a reaction out of him. Nothing. Not even a look down at you. So now he didn’t want to look at you when you were in his space?

“Okay” you mutter and walk back to your friend in the middle of the dance floor when you look to your left and see a really cute guy on his way to the bar with some girl. You grab his wrist and tug him behind you, leading him to the dance floor. So many eyes fell onto you while you really started to let the music take control over you. Your ass was pressed against his crotch, grinding as your arms went up in the air, your wrists winding to the rhythm of the music. He put his hands on your hips as he guided you side to side, following your body closely. Dropping an arm and letting your hand rub the back of his head, you looked for the bouncer who refused to give you attention. He was leaning against a beam, arms still crossed but his eyes still on you. You looked him up and down slowly as you grind your ass slower on the guy you didn’t even know or wanted to know. It was purely to make him jealous and wow was it working. You could tell he was dripping in envy just by the way you watched his chest rise and fall quickly with each breath he took. It was the cat and mouse game that drove you up the wall and flooded your panties.

The idea of this hot bouncer keeping an eye on you the whole night but won't make a move just turned you on so much, you needed more and you were going to do anything to get it. The grip on your hips got tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. You could feel his head dipping down so he was close, “Wanna get out of here? I don’t live far. You’re so hot, I wanna fuck you.” By this time you rolled your eyes at the forwardness and nudged him away with your elbow, trying to dance away from him. His hands never left your body and he was being super annoying now. He couldn’t get the hint you were interested and you had to give him a firmer shove this time. There was commotion in your ear and you spun around seeing the bouncers yell at him and carry him out, tossing him out the doors. The one you’ve been playing with the whole night was standing there like he was waiting for something, his brows slightly furrowed. “You make it hard for me to do my fuckin job when I might have to throw out over half this fuckin room because they’re wanting to fuck you right here on the floor.” he said, trying to shout over the bass that was rattling your bones. He didn’t scare you in the slightest like he was desperately trying to. If anything it made you want him even more, the way he watched you all night. You bit your lower lip and walked closer, holding your hand out slightly. “Cmon, one dance? To say thanks, and then you can go back to watching me over there in the corner, promise.” you muttered in his ear, pulling back to see his face which had softened, but no definite answer was given.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck as you started grinding against him. The bass was taking over and drowned out anything you could hear and soon enough you were swaying your hips side to side over his groin. You closed your eyes and let the music take over you, the pretty colors of the strobe lights flashing quickly with the beat as you danced against him. His rough hands found their way to your waist and neck, his body beginning to move with yours. “Call me Joel.” he said in your ear and you knew you were in. Feeling so euphoric in the moment, there was no stopping what was happening. Joel's hand slid down the front of your dress, dangerously close to the one place that felt like it was thumping just as hard as the bass was. His calloused hand cupped your pussy and ran back up to your hip and you moaned, thankful no one heard you. The sea of people swallowed you and Joel, no one really seeing you were about two seconds away from blowing this man. Turning to look at him, you spun and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thanks for the dance, Joel. If I come back tomorrow, will I see you here doing this with some other girl?” You playfully joked and he cocked his head, thinking of how to respond. “Depends, do you always dance with every bouncer you meet?” He gives your waist a small tug to pull you in closer, and you laugh. “Only the ones willing to toss out half the club for me.”

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #bouncer!joel miller #what have I done #oh god #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #joel the last of us

[kirarifutari]

enhypen as fast food workers (enhypen ot7.)

GENRE .. !? enhypen ot7 headcanons i guess... pureee crack, comedy

WARNINGS .. !? not proof read, swearing, for shits and giggles don't take anything to heart lol

WC ..?! approx 852

NOTES.. ?! okay pls blame @dazed-hee for putting this thought into my head and helping me w this... i cannot believe i sat my ass down and wrote this,, yes i just got off work ... anyway i hope u enjoy this goofy little piece pls like + reblog to support!!

heeseung

actually does his job properly LOLLL

he's so good at it asw he is never ever stressed 😭😭 he never complains either he just gets shit done ?? like you'll be on shift w him and magically you don't have to do anything ever bc somehow he has it under control…?

all the customers love him asw LMAO he's the type to remember regulars 🙏

god sent everyone needs a heeseung to work with, he's even nice to the rude customers but is not afraid to be a little passive aggressive bitch 🤧

he never talks badly about anyone so no one ever shit talks him?? but if you ask him ab drama he'd be like “not naming any names but…” 😭

jay

he is exactly like heeseung except when is jay ever NOT stressed

he is internally crying every five seconds over something and every time a customer complains about something you can see the light in his eyes die little by little 💀💀

he doesn't even care what anyone else is doing he's just so caught up in doing his job he doesn't realise that he's doing everything himself…  more utc!

if you catch him on a good day tho you can hear him make fun of customer orders 😭 “who the fuck orders 3 hamburgers past the age of three years old…”

let's you do whatever you want bc hes too busy dealing w the emerging grey hairs 🙏

jake

the best person to work your shift w for a good time hands downnn

he's so funny he will make you cackle every five seconds,, you'll be taking a drive thru order and you'd be trying so fucking hard not to laugh into the mic 😭 he will fr start SINGING in ur ear goodbye

super friendly w customers and will literally start a conversation ab the most random things ?? “bro did you just order this family box?? you eating that yourself? that's crazy, mad respect” 💀

dawg does everything all at once, making burgers, taking orders, handing out food, changing the bins ??? yet somehow he's the one goofing off the most ? 

sunghoon

doesn't know how he landed the job tbh… everyone expected him to be unemployed the rest of his life 🔥

HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO COUNT CHANGE W CASH 😭 bro tries his hardest but is always fumbling around fr,, our maths legend

the type to be like “hm? i can't hear you” “what did you say? “yeah just gimme a minute” he is TOO CHILL he's so unserious ab this job he clocks on and does nothing half the time 🙏 he'll say he'll do what you ask him too but... you both know he won't xoxox

somehow he's still one of the managers favourites and gets good shifts every week… 

if a customer yells at him he'd be like “yeah give me a second” and then just gets someone else to deal with it LMFAO 💀

sunoo

THE BIGGEST SHIT TALKER having a shift w him is so good, he somehow knows everything that's going on w everyone ??? fills you in w all the gossip fr.

he's rly bubbly w all the nice customers and is one of the nicer employees to work with but if ur on his bad side … 💀💀💀

like if you annoy him as a customer he will hand you order wordlessly and look you up and down HE DOESNT CAREEE BROOO 😭

if anyone ever blames him for doing something wrong on shift he literally will just be like “that wasn't me tho 😄😄” biggest liar and everyone knows it but no one cares cus we all love him 🫶

sunoo will definitely be the type to buy you food on his break or give you free stuff when you clock off 😭

jungwon

would be the biggest gas lighter LMFAO

“oh you ordered a double big mac and not a regular? yeah on our register it's gone through as regular so i don't know what you want me to do, you can pay for another one tho!” 💀💀💀💀

bro gives so much sass to rude customers he does NOT gaf, he does it all w a smile on his face too like “sorry about that but we can't do anything to fix it 😊” 

he’d be so chill w his co workers asw, he would really care if everyone's messing around but somehow w him on shift everything goes oddly smoothly… 

working w him is so fucking funny cus he will never take no for an answer w a customer he will keep pushing until they LEAVE 😭

niki

LMFAOOO okay this kid fucking hates his job LOL

will spit in a customers drink because he can 🙏 he will not take shit from anyone and he knows no one will fire him bc they're understaffed 😚

plays the best music and always has kitchen speaker aux !!!

if you ask him to remake a burger or help you with something he'll either give you a blank stare or a “no, i won't.” and then do it for you anyway 👊👊 he is such a little menace but he doesn't care 

w annoying ass customers he will literally start arguing w them STOP

would go viral on tiktok cus some customer was filming him being rude but everyone would be siding w him bc niki is always in the right godbless.

#ser writes ! #enhypen x reader #enhypen ot7 #enhypen #niki x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #heeseung x reader #sunoo x reader #jay x reader #jungwon x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #im past the point of caring this is too funny to me #yes i work at a fast food joint and yes i hate my job

[izufeels]

⌕ [ moon and stars ] — k.bakugou !

y/n: can u come to my dorm pls?

y/n: we need to talk abt something

kats: sure gimme a sec

y/n’s heart pounds in her ears as she reads over the text.

mina rubs her back soothingly. “it’s going to be ok. you’ve got this. lot’s of pro-heroes have kids, remember that.” she says encouragingly.

“those pro-heroes waited until they were out of high school to have kids, though. those pro-heroes weren’t future number ones,” y/n takes a deep breath and looks at mina. “those pro-heroes weren’t bakugou katsuki.”

mina nods. “very true, very true.” she blows air out of her mouth, cheeks puffing out as she does so. “do you want me to stay here when you tell him or -”

“no,” y/n shook her head. “no. i, i need to do this alone.”

the pink girl nods again, opting to stay quiet this time. mostly because she had no idea what to say in this situation. she silently thanked god for making her a lesbian.

mina keeps rubbing y/n’s back until a knock at the door rips them from the comfort of complete silence.

mina stands up and walks over to the door, she hesitates and looks back at y/n. “are you ready for this? for the way he might react to this?”

y/n nods, mina nods back and opens the door.

katsuki pauses for a moment, making a confused face as he walks by mina into the room. he stands in front of the door for a second, waiting for them to explain.

mina looks at y/n and dips her head. “i will be right outside this door. if something happens - good or bad - i’ll be right here, ok?”

y/n nods again and watches mina close the door. she takes a deep breath and looks up at katsuki with a smile.

“what’s up? that was weird, right? like, that’s not just me being a douche? that was weird?” katsuki asks, brows furrowed as he points to the door with his thumb.

y/n snickers and pats the bed. “sit. i have something to show you.”

the blonde plops down beside her and immediately leans in to kiss her, she leans back and puts out her hand. “just - can that wait? it’s really important,” her eyes are already starting to get glossy.

katsuki shifts so that he’s facing her, visibly worried.

“we’re careful,” y/n starts. “we are super careful. but, sometimes, being careful doesn’t.. always.. work..? and when that happens.. uh, well,”

she turns around to grab something behind her. “well, when that happens,”

y/n hands the positive pregnancy test to katsuki

“this happens.”

crimson eyes rake over the word ‘pregnant’ hundreds of times. y/n is pregnant. pregnant with his baby. y/n is pregnant with his baby. in high school.

“i - i’m not sure what your opinion is on this,” y/n says quietly, picking at her fingers. “but, i’m keeping it. i’m - i’m keeping the baby. i’ve always wanted to be a mom and - and now i have the chance..”

katsuki is silent as y/n’s mind goes a million miles an hour.

“katsuki? can - can you please say something?” y/n asks, voice cracking slightly.

“you’re pregnant.”

y/n laughs hollowly as tears finally fall down her cheeks.

“you -” katsuki stops. “you’re pregnant,” he whispers. “with my kid,” he sounds breathless. “i’m a dad.”

he finally looks up, immediately bringing a hand up to wipe at y/n’s tears. “don’t cry, baby. we’re going to be parents.”

and he’s slightly scared. he’s 17; much too young to have a kid. he’s still a kid himself. but they’ll work it out. they’ll work it out and they will be ok.

“y/n,” katsuki whispers, looking at the girl with nothing but adoration in his eyes. “marry me.”

y/n’s eyes go wide and she laughs wholeheartedly, falling forward and leaning on katsuki’s chest. “we’re seventeen, kats, we can’t get married.”

“we turn eighteen in a couple months,“ he argues. “i love you, and you love me, and - fuck, we’re gonna have a kid, y/n. the least you can do is marry me!” he’s smiling now - ear-to-ear like a kid who just won the biggest prize ever at a carnival game.

y/n giggles and looks up at him. “ok, katsuki,” she sighs and pecks his lips. “i’ll marry you,” another peck. “and we can spend the rest of our lives together,” one more peck. “i love you, kats.”

“i love you more than the moon loves the stars.”

“that was so cheesy.”

katsuki pushes y/n away and laughs. “shut up!”

#bnha #my hero academia #mha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x reader #kaachan #kaachan x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki fluff #bnha fluff #bnha pregnant #pregnancy #bnha fanfiction #— emma writes ❕

[articdelilah]

ꕥWomen’s Dayꕥ

Happy International Women’s day!! I hope everyone had a lovely day today :] I thought this would also be the perfect excuse to write some demon slayer characters and what they would do for women’s days!! Also The internet NEEDS more Enmu content so I am here to deliver.

Warning!: Mention of spicy time (not in detail or anything), Muzan being a lil asshole (not surprising) and some very handsome demons. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Akaza

🌒

Akaza clears all his plans for women’s day!! He makes sure to have the day OFF. He finishes his missions on time and gets everything done before this day.

Literally always remembers and wakes you up with kisses on your face, gently murmuring “Good morning” as he sets a vase of flowers on the bedside table.

This day is so special to him, It’s the day he has an excuse to just shower you in love! Akaza makes this day like a second anniversary, He lives for it!

Silent late night walks in a forest near a river or stream, maybe a little picnic too^^ He admires the moonlight on your skin and the way you smile as you tug his arm to walk faster.

Chocolates, Flowers, Jewellery you name it! This guy is on top of his game and won’t let you down, Not like it’s even possible to be let down by Akaza BUT YK-

He’s your little puppy for the day! So cute

Akaza is so sweet 10/10 HUSBAND MATERIAL!

Douma

🌑

Okey so here’s the thing, Douma wouldn’t plan it. He probably forgot until one of his followers mentioned it or (if you have a calendar because lets face it Douma wouldn’t have one) He’d check a calendar and be like “Oh yeah!” *snaps fingers*

He’ll shower you with attention and love! His gifts include Jewellery and New clothes! If you like reading, Douma might find a way to get his sharp lil hands on a book you’ve wanted for a long time^^

I don’t think he’s such of a chocolates type guy though, That’s okey though! He makes up for it I promise!!

While he can’t eat normal human food, He’d make his followers make you some so he can munch on a human while you eat your normal food.

Unless you are a demon, then yippe! You share a human together 💖 So romantic

Douma is a clingy little dog (ignore that he is clingy no matter what day-)

9/10💖

Muzan

🌕

Muzan would definitely forget or perhaps he doesn’t really care?? Who knows.

Doesn’t see why it’s important. I mean, It’s not like he gets a ‘International Men’s day’ so he doesn’t see what’s so special in Women’s day (🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩)

Nevertheless, if he sees you upset about him not celebrating it then he’ll sigh and walk to your side, wish you a (Rather forced) happy women’s day and hug you. Muzan hugs are very rare, THATS HIS GIFT TO YOU

Don’t expect gifts. Don’t expect special treatment. Don’t expect worship. Don’t expect lovey dovey romantic dates.

It’s not like he doesn’t love you, Muzan loves you!! You are his Queen and he’d die without a second thought for you, its just that he thinks it’s stupid and its a waste of time to be upset about it.

-1/10. GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER MUZAN!

Enmu

🌔

I think everyone knows that Enmu treats you like a Goddess on the daily anyways but MY GOD

Maybe won’t give you flowers but his hands and eyes are all over you, He just can’t let you go for the whole day

He’s so sweet, He’ll do anything u say!! He’s so sweet it’ll make your teeth rot

You two probably share a meal of some sorts

Probably wrote you a poem for the occasion

If you are a demon, a picnic on top of the train is a must!! I wouldn’t recommend if you are a human though, Stream blowing directly on your face might cause respiratory issues-

Might turn a little spicy at the end of the night 🤭

9/10 GET YOURSELF A MAN LIKE ENMU (and pls gimme more Enmu fanfics I’m desperate 😭)

Kokushibo

🌗

Like with Muzan, He probably doesn’t remember. Infact, I don’t think he’d even know something like this existed. He won’t even notice until you confront him that it’s women’s day.

A bit confused tbh. Why is there a women’s day? What do you do on women’s day? Does this even exist or are you just trying to get him to pay attention to you? Is he supposed to give you something?

He’ll remember from that day on, Wishing you a Happy women’s day every year.

Maybe he’ll take you stargazing if you’re lucky

Give him loads of kisses! He’ll make it up to you by little gestures such as holding your hand or kissing your hand

6/10. Good effort Koku

Thank you so much for reading Sugar Cookie! Until next time!! Remember, Requests are open^^

#douma x reader #douma fluff #douma x you #douma x y/n #douma headcanons #kny douma #akaza x reader #kny akaza #kny fluff #kny fanfic #demon slayer enmu #demon slayer akaza #demon slayer #muzan jackson #muzan headcanons #muzan x you #muzan x reader #headcanon #kokushibo #upper moons #x reader #husband material

[bbglewis]

ive been seeing your fic recs everywhere so pls gimme martian recs

YES I WILL!!

Everything Changes by Georgia_K 

Mature, 5,970,704 Words (and updating) (yep you read that right)

Sometimes it turns out you don't really know someone at all Life can take twists you never saw coming

All the Miles We Have to Shed by antimonyandthyme 

Explicit, 5,039 Words

Mick goes, Mark Webber is in Switzerland! You guys should meet! Sebastian doesn’t know how to convince Mick he hasn’t turned into a selective hermit, shut off from certain things (or people) that might tether him still to racing. He picks at his fingers. Reasons to himself, Mick is someone he does not lie to. Decides to text back, I know. He’s here with me.

We Are All Made Of Stars by gemjam

Teen and Up Audiences, 6,051 Words

Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five - Sebastian Vettel is twenty one years old when he first comes unstuck in time.

There Is Thunder in Our Hearts, Baby by KaossBells

Explicit, 89,994 Words (and updating)

“Don’t be a stranger, mate,” Mark says and has to work hard not to make it sound too wistful. “Promise.” Seb’s small smile slowly fades, though, as he purses his lips in thought and looks down at his luggage. For a second, Mark thinks he’s going to say something else, but then he looks back up, gives him a quick little wave, and turns around to hurry into the crowd just like the other two before him had done. Mark is unable to move as he stares after him, a sinking feeling settling in his guts. He has no idea when he’s going to see Seb again.

Treading Softly in My Head by antimonyandthyme

Mature, 9,011 Words

“So it’s accidental?” “Of course it’s accidental,” Mark snarls. He hasn’t stopped running his fingers through his hair. Sebastian can’t help but take comfort in the fact that they’re both freaking out about this. “Why on earth would I want to, with him, of all people—” “Get off your high horse,” Sebastian says, angry now. “A soul bond runs both ways.” “An accidental soul bond,” Mark says.

Kinesis by gemjam

Teen and Up Audiences, 9,907 Words

In the year after Mark's retirement from Formula 1, Mark and Sebastian grow closer and the people around them can't help but notice.

(link to the divider I used!)

#martian #sebmark #sebastian vettel #mark webber #anons #blake.answersasks #fic talk.tag #fic recs

[ad0rebrial]

Sal x Male reader... But the SF gang all live in the same household..

Ok.. so BASICALLY- Everyone's hanging out and doing their own thing yk? But y/n starts passing note to Sal randomly, and he's like rlly discreet abt it too. And eventually Sal starts passing them back and so Sal and him are jst passing note back and forth..

At first, the notes r cute, then they're flirty, and then they're just downright horny-

You can either keep it at the or go a bit further ^^

(Gimme some MLM smut pretty pls 🙏🙏🙏)

Much love 🫶🫶

~☆

TW:Praise kink, riding, Semi-public (I think idk)

You smirked to yourself when Sal stared down at the note you had just placed to him on the counter. He stared down at it for longer than all the other ones you had slid over to him but it didn’t seem like he was reading it—it was like he was instead rereading it over and over again as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing the first time.

Randomly, you had started to slip small notes over to him in pure silence nor even sparing him a glance and leaving him confused.

“You’re really pretty, Sally. You know that right?”

The note read. He felt his face grow hot from behind his mask as he too the pen that you left beside the note and scribbled something down on it before slipping it towards you. From the corner of his eye he could see you grab ahold of the index card. From then on out, the two of you have been exchanging these notes amongst one another without a particular reason. Just in silence you shared these cards and what they brought. That still didn’t make Sal’s wonder increase as to why you were writing these cards to him out of the blue but he wasn’t complaining—

“I wanna see how beautiful you look underneath your clothes.”

…

“Sally, are you okay?” He heard your voice ask out to him. Sal slowly looked up from the card and over at you, speechless. He could finally see that smirk on display for him to see. Sal’s pants felt tighter around him as he bit down on what’s left of his lips slightly.

“Y/n—“ Sal was caught off with you catching what was left of his lips on yours, kissing them lovingly before pulling away. Sal felt his heart jump from the sudden act of swift affection coming from you. You were always so sly with your actions as if you were a fox. Nobody k ew what you were thinking since you always knew how to keep yourself in mystery. Nobody knows what your next move shall be and it leaves them wanting more—or was that just Sal himself that craved more of this teasing? “Y/n, but what about Todd, Larry, and Ash? Won’t they get worried?” Sal asked you with a tad bit of nervousness. He felt so embarrassed about getting caught doing something so risky while you had company over but the craving of wanting someone to walk in on the two of you was something that made his mouth water, that made him more sensitive than he already was. That made him feel so aroused.

“They are practically doing their own thing in the living room. Plus, Larry’s got the tv all loud so they won’t be able to hear a thing coming out of you.” You said in a seductive tone as your arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Sal felt humiliatingly aroused at the thought of him being able to be as loud as he wanted and not having to worry about getting caught. “What do you say, Sally?” God, your voice was so sexy and it only made his cravings worsen by the second.

“Fuck it.”

~

Sal let out a whimper as his hold around your hands tightened. He could feel your member prodding at his desperate hole as he hovered over your cock. He wasn’t expecting this position at all. Taking your cock upright like this and him having to move himself on it? He definitely wasn’t complaining or anything but he was indeed full aware of this new adjustment.

Not only that, you could and would see his facial expressions while he was riding you. While he came. While he hesitated over your cock. That made him feel even more vulnerable but he can tell that it made you even more aroused (gladly). It was no secret that Sal was also enjoying you being able to tease and praise for how he looks while he was pleasing himself on top of you. “H-ah..!” Sal yelped out when he finally lowered himself on your cock. He could feel himself getting so full of your cock as he panted. He hasn’t even gotten started with the real movement and here he was, panting like a dog in heat over this. Once he had gotten all of your cock inside of him he stayed there for a moment to prep himself. Sal reassured himself that you wouldn’t mind if he waited for himself to adjust—but what if you got impatient? Would that turn you off? Would that make you scold at him to get to loving already? Sal nearly jumped when he felt slight movements coming from you, also warning a groan of pleasure at the feel of your dick moving around inside of him all due to that sudden movement you did. “S-Sorry—“ Sal stammered. “I need to adjust…”

“That’s fine, Precious. Take your time.” You replied to him. Sal felt relief wash over him at your comforting words knowing that he was able to adjust himself without feeling under pressure. Sal waited for a few more minutes (as well as being accompanied by the sweet words that left your mouth.) he slowly and steadily started to move his hips. Sal let out quiet whines and whimpers from behind his lips. He wasn’t so sure why this all felt so good for him—was it because of the new position that made it feel so pleasurably pleasing? Or was it your cock? Maybe both? He doesn’t know but what he does know is that it sure does feel like heaven being this close to you. He hopes that you also are feeling good as well. Was it enjoyable for you as it is for him? “Fuck Sally, you feel so good.” He heard say breathily. That encourages him to change his pace just so that he could hear you praise him more. He needs it. He wants it. He wants to hear, to feel, to see you praise him—even if it’s the smallest basic thing.

“A-Am I doing…good?” Sal moaned out hopefully.

“You’re doing amazing.” You answered as you sat up all the way in the bed. Your arms snaked around his waist as Sal blushed furiously at the close contact. Sal felt your lips on his again and he melted completely, turning into pure putty in your arms as he kissed you back passionately. Your teeth slightly clattered against one another as the two of you expresses your love in a different method. Sal was practically bouncing on your cock more frequently. He released more moans of ecstasy into the shared kiss as he held onto you for some leverage and self control. Sal buried his face into your neck as your hands held his waist and thrusting yourself into him all due to the fact that his legs were just jelly at that point. Your thrusts were much more sharp and quick than his own as you pounded into him repeatedly. The two of you couldn’t even hear the tv in the living room anymore as Sal’s moans got louder.

You could tell that Sal was close to cumming, just from the way his hold on you got tighter and how squeamish he was just told you everything that you needed to know. You gently pulled him away from the crook of you neck as you stared into that uncanny blue orbs of his with a look of lust and desire. Sal didn’t even needed to ask you for permission to relief himself of his orgasm considering the look that you gave him. Sal felt you twitch inside of him and he whined at the thought of getting filled to the brim by you. With one final and loud moan of pleasure released by Sal himself his orgasm and yours came crashing down and making him sensitive all over. You just say that the way he looked as he finally reached his orgasm was making you aroused all over again but you held that back for Sal’s sake.

Sal panted heavily as he laid his head meekly on your chest, his hair sprawled out and was all messy. “You okay?” He heard you ask him. He whined at the feeling of your fingers glazing along his scalp in such a relaxing manner. He really wanted to open his mouth and say his answer physically but he just couldn’t due to all the exhaustion from that intensity of sex he just experienced first hand. Instead, he nodded his head and that was good enough for you. “Here, let me go get a rag—“

“No, please stay…” Sal begged softly not meeting your eyes. You gave him a small smile before letting out a sigh.

“Fine, fine. But only for a little bit.” You said. Despite you saying that you two would only be in this position for a little bit before you cleaned him up, that “little bit” turned into a full blown uncalled sleepover in your room as the two of you laid comfortable underneath the blankets. Surely the others won’t mind, right?

#sally face #sally face imagine #sally face oneshots #sally face drabbles #sally face fluff #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sally face smut #sally fisher

[rainbowcrowley]

15 questions, 15 10 some friends

i got tagged by: @queerbuck and @gentlebeard, thanks lovelies 🥰😘

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

don't think so, no. my dad picked up my name somewhere on tv or radio..? and he really liked it. i must admit, it's a cool name bc it's unique, but i like my chosen nickname waaaay more. it's also gender neutral so 🤷🏻‍♀️

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

i rarely cry bc of Reasons but the last time was.. about 3 weeks ago, during a mental breakdown yay

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

nope. also don't want kids. i'm not fit to be a parent.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

not many. i hate exercise lol. did some archery lessons a few years ago - i even got pretty good at it but had to stop, bc it's an expensive hobby. oh and back when i was 15/16 years old i had some horse riding lessons, but that's it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

yeah, i think? not as much as i used to, tho.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

eyes, hair and smile, i think

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

blue-grey

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

fuck scary movies man. i hate horror. it's not my genre. it's not that i get scared easily... i just think they're boring. gimme all the happy endings pls.

ANY TALENTS?

overthinking (:

(my therapist would scold me for not putting something positive here, too, so... guess i'm a really good cook? it comes easily to me and i really enjoy it. does this count as a talent..?)

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

(northern) germany. komme aus dem echten norden.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

watching movies/shows/youtube, reading, playing video games, travelling, tech and computers, tumblr/fandom.... guess??

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

noo, not at the moment, sadly.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

1.78m 🧍🏻‍♀️

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

school was hell :) but i guess today it would be english, german, physics and history...?

DREAM JOB?

the one i'm doing/learning to do right now. i'm an IT specialist apprentice. :) (the guys you call when the printer doesn't work and who will ask you if you have turned it off and on again ehehe)

no pressure tags: @beccibarnes @underwhelmingalchemist @crowleyraejepsens @crowleyholmes @sherlockig @skinnyscottishbloke @wibbly-wobbly-blog @stedesbonnets and everyone else who wants to do it ✨️

#this was fun i liked this ome #one* #addi.txt #tag games #tag game

[agentnatesewell]

Gimme the N Sewell three hour lecture!!!! 🌷🌷🌷🌷 Pretty pls

Hello, my friend! I’m going to try to make this quick. But I’ve been thinking a lot about N in the context of being a sibling and how they must have had to have been when they were human and their relationship with Milton

From the little bit we do know, we can assume one thing and that being a sibling, having Milton in their life was just everything to them. That they admired him so much, for who he was and who he could be. That even though they may have had limitations and constraints in various ways, including social, they did everything they could for them. Making them smile was important, a comfort

Milton joining the Navy makes sense, the second, not the heir to the family title, etc. TBH, I’m barely familiar with the ton and aristocracy of the 19th century, and even less so with 17th century but I imagine marriages and families were priorities and financial and societal arrangements were the norm - having status, money, etc I can only assume made him a more handsome prospect

So … losing Milton was devastating, we still see that now. Devastating enough to essentially go against everything N was likely taught to do, go against expectations, and leave. Because do something was off about his death, right? This wasn’t the first time with Admiral Hough, how could have already lost so many of his crew and officers?

Fast forward to now, and I keep thinking about how N is essentially afforded everything they didn’t have then. Almost free to do what they want, with the limitations of being a supernatural in a human world, and with being part of the Agency. And, despite their material possessions, they really do sort of live a humble life. They read in their downtime, they learn languages, they sleep, the socialize.

They don’t like being called perfect. That still sticks with me. Probably because of those expectations (there is a line about how N’s parents would have expected them to entertain/host a large party at the end of b3 if they’re you’re bff). I think they felt they never lived up to the expectations in their human life. Idk.

But - siblings. You can see them by the way they are around the others. Especially F. The sibling bond that seemed almost immediate. That hug in b3. With M. Assuring them they won’t go anywhere in b2. And, of course, A, where they have fulfilled the void left in each other’s hearts

So. There isn’t really a conclusion. I just sort of rambled here. But the loss was devastating, they did what they could and lost even more, they have a found family now. And, above all else, with everything they’ve endured, they choose kindness time and again

#thank you for the ask darling friend #okay there is nothing actually coherent in here #just a jumbling of thoughts #but there was a patreon q&a with n and milton #and i have been thinking about it! #ask #twc #n sewell #nate sewell #nat sewell #the wayhaven chronicles

[mostmagical]

"You are always deserving of love"?! I HAVE to ask about that one ❤ gimme those juicy details pls!

okay SO full disclosure, you are always deserving of love is something I started back early last year when I was recovering from a loss and I was basically just throwing my grief onto the page and seeing what stuck. it was going to be a fic where gabriel falls into a coma and adrien is dealing with a lot of grief and sadness. there was also going to be a lot more focus on his friendships with nino and plagg rather than romance. I'd probably have to rework a few things if I returned to it but I did generally like what I had! I'll put a little snippet under a read more since this answer is getting a bit rambly haha

The tightening in his throat warned him that another sob was coming, and he turned his face up into the water. Rivulets ran down his face and along his neck. How much was from the shower head and how much was from his eyes, he wasn’t sure. His sinuses ached. A pounding from his forehead to the tip of his nose, reminding him of how much his body had already expelled that day. “Hey.” Plagg’s voice. “You need to use some soap or get out. Now.” Adrien sighed, his head dropping down to stare at the drain and the rivers flowing into it. Methodically, he reached for the shampoo. He barely felt as the liquid dripped into his hands, and even as the suds ran down into his eyes, he welcomed the painful sting. Better than nothingness.

ask me about my wips! <3

#thanks for asking about that one 😭♥️ #i haven't read through it in a while. it was very cathartic for me #if anyone else asks about this maybe i'll share some snippets of the ~friendship~ bits #ask game #wip #my writing #hueynomure

[purplefixations]

The Best Thing We Never Planned

In honor of the most recent David audio, here is my mind started thinking after I finished listening to it. This is what I think would happen the next morning.

(in the mates gc)

Angel: *picture of David cuddled up to them, sleeping peacefully*

Angel: my fiance is the cutest😍😍😍

Baabe: aww, im saving this for future black mail

Baabe: WAIT!!!

Sweetheart: We're not gonna breeze past that like you didn't say what you just said!

Baabe: i swear to god if you're messing with us!

Baabe: angel answer your phone

Sweetheart: If this is a joke I'm gonna kill you, very slowly

Angel: what do yall want?

Angel: oh...

Baabe: "ya'll" lmao

Baabe: you're around sam too much

Sweetheart: What you mean oh?

Angel: u guys didnt know?

Baabe: NOO?!

Baabe: ash didn't either

Sweetheart: Same with milo

Angel: hold up, how do I know they that didnt know and just kept it a secret?

Baabe: look at my bf and tell me he can keep a secret :/

Baabe: also, I screeched when I saw the word "FIANCE" and he wanted to know why...

Angel: u screeched?

Baabe: I WAS SUPPRISED OKAY!!!

Sweetheart: And I thought milo was jumpy 😂

Baabe: don't pick on me sweetheart, you still havent answered the question.

Sweetheart: Oh, I asked Milo if he knew as soon as I saw the text

Angel: why...

Sweetheart: I assumed he knew and just forgot to tell me

Angel: and he didnt?!

Sweetheart: nope

Sweetheart: It seems David decided not to tell anyone, not surprising tho

Sam: Why is my phone blowing up all at once?

Baabe: scroll up

Sam: Congratulations Angel

Angel: DID U KNOW?!?

Sam: No, no one told me exactly. But Tank mentioned something a few days ago about David and serious commitments, so I'm not exactly supried

Baabe: TANKER KNEW?!????

Sam: Maybe, I can ask.

Sweetheart: I mean, David has been trying to actually include Tank in pack/friend stuff, so maybe this was one of the things.

Baabe: makes sense, tho ash and milo might feel a bit betrayed lol

Sam: They said that David asked them for help with what to say to not sound too cheesey. They also said that it was still extremely sappy in the end.

Angel: it was but it was a nice kind of sappy

Baabe: awwwww

Baabe: what'd he say?

Angel: i dont really remember the words

Angel: it was very long and i think i started crying near the beginning of it all...

Sweetheart: Haha, crybaby

Baabe: HEY! the only one aloud to call them baby is David, back off

Angel: YEAH

Sweetheart: Is this you saying that David calls you a crybaby, and you like it?

Angel: WAiT

Baabe: hahaha

Baabe: masochist

Angel: do you want me to put you on blast? cuz i have receipts

Sam: Okay, I'm going to stop this before it gets out of hand. Again, congrats Angel.

Angel: thanks sam

Sweetheart: Congratulations from me and milo

Baabe: and milo?

Sweetheart: He's been asking for live updates on this situation

Sweetheart: He has also demanded that he gets to help David pick out a suit

Angel: he has to take that up with davey, but honestly that might be a good idea

Baabe: why?

Angel: i love him very much, but he lives in clothes just nice enough to look presentable.

Angel: and dirty work clothes

Baabe: haha

Baabe: ash says congrats too

Baabe: he's been reading this over my shoulder for the last few minutes

Angel: that tracks

Angel: thx tho

Sweetheart: On a serious note, if either of you need any help with filing marriage paper work for an empowered and non-empowered through dump, let me know

Baabe: is it hard?

Sweetheart: I wouldn't say hard, but it's a bit complicated and a lot

Angel: ill keep it in mind Sweets thx

Baabe: getting off that serious note

Baabe: ash made a meme and wants me to send it to you all

Angel: GIMME!!!

Baabe:

Angel: HahAhHAha

Sweetheart: Is that Aggro?

Baabe: he says yes

Angel: is he actually upset?

Baabe: nah, he's just dramatic

Sweetheart: pls tell me he sent that to David

Baabe: he did

Angel: hes still asleep so don't expect a response yet

Baabe: he's still asleep? I thought he was an early riser and shit?

Angel: normally, but i think the solstice tired him out

Sweetheart: It's probably an emotional vulnerability hangover

Angel: lmao

Baabe: haha

Sam: So it's not just Tanker who gets those.

Angel: LMFAO!!!

Angel: theyre too fucking similar

Baabe: hehehe

Baabe: oh shit, if i die pls have a picture of me at your wedding

Angel: ofc, but why r u dying?

Baabe: I didn't notice that ash left, and I smell smoke

Sweetheart: I'll make sure it's a cute picture

Baabe: bless you

Angel: oof, go make sure your mans didnt commit arson

Baabe: 👍

------------------

Bonus:

"Angel, why did Asher and Milo send me vaguely threatening memes?"

"Ooohh. Yeah, that's on you."

"Why?"

"You're the one that didn't tell your best friends that you were proposing."

"I didn't tell them because they cant keep a secret. If I told them, they'd tell their mates, which would be fine but then everyone would start dropping hints and you'd get suspicious."

"Tanker tells Sam everything and you told them."

"How do you know I told Tanker?"

"As I said, they tell Sam everything."

"What- Did you add him to your weird group chat?"

"It's not weird Davey, and besides, he enjoys it."

"I don't know why I bother at this point."

"Because you love me!"

"Yeah. I do, you snot."

Idk how it got this long, I was not planning for that. I wrote this over the span of two ten minute breaks and my lunch at work, so that's why it's kinda chaotic. Anyways, love y'all <3

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fluff #redacted shaw pack #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted sam #david x angel

[twinkodium]

okay i just have so many thoughts about this and i need to share…..

1. the thumb… the hand… looking extra good today…. looks a lot like he wants me to suck on it but that might just be me 😶

2. grrrr the neck is making me go insane, i want it i need it !!!! kind sir will you please let me bite?

3. i read what you said about wrapping his arms around you and i just 😩 like i have thought a lot about liam hugging me and his arms being so hard and muscular that it’s not like a soft hug, but there’s something like possessive about it? strong arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me into his chest as he rests his head on top of mine (not that he’s tall enough to do that- anYWAY) 🥺 and now i got the exact same thought about oscar bcs he’s BUFF buff!! strong big biceps wrapping around me and just 😭 so cozy

4. i cut it out bcs i wanted just the body LOL but the smile 🥺 sweetheart 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and the hair… the little lock and just- pls 😭😭

5. i know you’ve spoken about nipples so ofc i had to think about it when i saw this… i see at least one….. 🤭🤭🤭

i think i’m done for now 😁😁 hope you have a good day lola!! 💘

Pls do babe, I’m here for all of your thoughts 👀

1. Not just today 😭😭😭 must be the white shirt actually, yk how we both went crazy over the cricket pics 😳😳 but omg yes, I’d even suck on it if he didn’t ask 😌 just gimme a change to prove that 🫣

2. Vampire instinct comes out to play whenever I see his neck. Just want to sink my teeth in his pale perfect skin to leave marks 😩 the imprint of my teeth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin 🤯🤯🤯 licking all the hickeys right after 😭😭

3. We’ve talked about hugs from Liam, how his muscular arms would feel like an armour around you, protecting you from everything awful going around in the world, while whispering into your ear and yes, resting his head on yours 🫠🫠🫠 (he’s not tall but he’s still taller than me so 🤷🏻‍♀️). FUCK I KNOW!!! Since Qatar I can’t stop thinking about how big he got!!! Like so much bigger chest and arms, even his neck seems thicker 😭😭😭 and I just can’t… deal! Pls he’s be the softest little kitten ever when it comes to cuddles just his strong body against your smaller frame 😩😩😩 HEAVEN

4. THAT SMILE IS ABLE TO CURE ALL OF MY PROBLEMS 😩😩😩 exactly what my therapist (I don’t have one) wrote on my prescription 🤯🤯 THE BEST THING IS… no overdose, impossible 😌😌😌 THE HAIR SO LONG, IM GOING TO FIGHT ANYONE WHO GOES NEAR HIM WITH A SCISSOR 🔪🔪

5. I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE, helloooo??? HOLY SHIT THANKS JACKIE 🥹🥹🥹🥹 not I’m certain this is my new fave pic 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Hope you had a nice day 🥰 mine was decent, day off tomorrow so I can enjoy the content without being stressed about work 🫶🏼🫶🏼

#asks #Jackie 🧡 #wow we’re writing novel every time when it comes to Oscar 🤭🤭🤭 #nothing else to say here I’ve ranted enough already 🤭🤭🤭 #daily discussion with Jackie about Oscar 🥰 #Oscar

[sorryimananti-romantic]

yumi i need urgent help

for one of our classes, we have to write the name of our fav author/poet and fav poem/summary of fav book

the thing is

ion have a fav 😭

gimme something that would be teacher-who-thinks-reading-everything-that-isnt-educational-is-brain-rotting approved 😭

LOL responding before all asks bc you said urgent

omgg i have a few suggestions okay for books-- (just search the summary on google i read these a while ago)

no longer human by osamu dazai

the book thief by markus zusak

all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr

to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

or you could go with some classic like a tale of two cities/ wuthering heights/ or anything the teachers would like lmao i prob have more suggestions but i really cannot recall ahh

for poems (not a fan of poems) but maybe sth from

maybe sth from t. s. eliot like the hollow men (thanks to kaya i remember this one lmao)

maybe sth from sylvia plath or ted hughes (i worked on their poems one time so i know a few like ariel by plath which was a memorable one)

for some reason i remember ozymandias from percy bysshe shelley so here's another

if anyone else got suggestions, pls let us know lmao

#look i haven't touched literature in about 3 years #so im sorry if this wasn't helpful lmao #i deleted everything from my brain once clg was done #yumi.asks