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homkamiro · 6 months
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rogerrrroger · 4 months
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RUAAAAHHHHHHHH SENDING YOU FEM FORTRESS ASKS PLEASE DRAW THE INSANE WOMEN BEING CRAY SEE
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FINALLY I HAVE
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reigendaily · 5 months
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14) The Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century stands in his office.
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aliendater-moved · 1 year
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fictional character: commits unspeakable atrocities
me batting my eyelashes giggling and playfully swatting them: oh, you!
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mitchellpete · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 6 - Cockwarming
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pairing: pete “maverick” mitchell x f!reader
cw: instructor!mav, student x teacher relationship, power imbalance, angst if you squint?, age gap, office sex, oral sex (m receiving), penetration, cockwarming
word count: 1875
kinktober masterlist here.
18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
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It takes Maverick about a minute to notice you standing in the doorway to his office. He’s swamped with paperwork, his pen nearly running out of ink at the scrabbling he’s been doing the past couple of hours. It seems you’d both ended up with irritable days, hence the reason you found yourself here in the first place.
It was late, thank God, and no one was really around anymore and you really didn’t feel like leaving base and spending the rest of the evening sulking alone at home. You knew that Captain Mitchell was staying in late, knew that if you didn’t wander in to see him, you might not see him at all over the next couple of days.
It was a bad habit he had. He gave you too much space. 
“Lieutenant,” he greets you now, a small smile curving the end of his mouth at the sight of you.
You ignore his propriety, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. You try to match his smile. “Hi, Mav.”
He immediately drops the act. Eyes darting from you to the closed door, he asks in a hushed voice, “What are you doing?” 
You approach his desk, your failed smile replaced by a frown. You want to hug him. You want him to hug you, you mean. To make it all better. You’re not sure how to ask for that, though.
“Just wanted to see you,” you say instead, curious hands reaching for the objects on his desk. 
He doesn’t break eye contact as he takes each object from your hands, placing them back in their spot as you move them. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, sweetheart.”
Your heart sinks a little at the rejection, and he seems to notice the disappointment cross your face. 
“Come here,” he says then, beckoning you over with a single nod.
You step behind the desk and into his space, leaning down to meet him for a kiss. It’s risky; you didn’t lock the door and the blinds aren’t fully shut, but the kiss lasts maybe two seconds. It’s fine.
Mav smiles and looks up at you with a soft glint in his eyes, the one that reads I’ll see you soon, okay? It’s the look he gives you every time he sneaks out of your house, or drops you off. You’ve started to dread it. There’s so much uncertainty that comes with it. Every single time you see him after that affectionate look, he’s just your instructor again. The affection is gone and you’re never sure when it’ll return. It doesn’t matter how much you ache for him. 
Boy, how badly you ache for him now. A kiss is never enough.
You’re almost going to swallow your pride and leave his office, seemingly satisfied with the one little kiss, until your eyes land on his lap. Then at his paperwork, then at the door.
He cocks an eyebrow, curious.
Fuck. You slowly stride over to the door, battling with your choices, but decide you have no intention of leaving. 
“Wh–” Maverick sits up straight at the sound of the door locking, and then watches as you move towards the windows to start shutting the blinds all the way. “What are you doing?”
“I wanna try something,” you say confidently, like he already gave you permission.
“Try something?”
“Mhm.” You shut the last set, take a step back to make sure they’re all closed and then turn your attention to him again. “Blinds shut, door locked. I think you’ve left for the day.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He drops his pen instead, tilting his head as he tries to figure out what it is you’re planning.
He sort of gets an idea when he notices your eyes scanning his side of the desk.
“Baby, I do have a lot of work to do.”
You smile. “And if I promise you won’t get your hands dirty? At all?”
Mav chuckles, shakes his head like it’s the most absurd idea he’s ever heard. It might be, you think, but it’s something you can pull off. The door is locked, after all.
“I think we’d be really stupid if we tried,” he admits, though his smile doesn’t falter.
“You don’t have to do anything,” you reiterate. “I just want to sit there. You can continue working.”
It’s like he opens his mouth to protest again, but then his lips press together instead, and he beckons you toward him with a nod like before.
Excitement fills you as he scoots his chair back to grant you access.
It’s hard to get on your knees in the cramped space underneath the desk, so you have to urge Mav to move his chair back with a gentle push to his legs. He complies, does his best to make as much room for you as he can. You find that you’re sort of shaky when your fingers pry at the button on his jeans, so he helps you with that, too. The position is slightly ridiculous, the chair a little higher than it should be, so you end up on your haunches when you pull his cock out of his briefs, and then sort of yank his garments down with your other hand for easier access. 
His eyes are still nervously peering at the closed blinds, making sure there aren’t any shapes or sounds coming from behind them, but you ease his worries when you take his shaft into your mouth. There’s no time to prolong this, so you get right to it; you take him in as much as you can, using a hand to stroke him at the same time. His knuckles are white from gripping the arms of his chair as he hardens in your mouth. Stifled groans leave his lips, filthy wet ones coming from yours. 
He throws his head back in silent satisfaction when you swirl your tongue around the tip, and accidentally groans out loud when you dip your head and trace your tongue down, and then back up his frenulum.
The noise he makes reminds you that you’re not supposed to make him cum here, that this is something different, and you pull back after a minute or so. Maverick is biting down hard on his lip, watches as you stand up off your haunches and immediately work your pants off. He shifts in his seat, positions himself as best he can for you.
With your pants completely off and kicked aside, you grab onto his shoulders and mount yourself atop his lap. Hovering above him, you reach down to grab him and line yourself up with him the best you can; usually he would do that for you but you did promise he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty. 
“No moving,” you prompt, exhaling softly at the feel of his tip against your slit.
You whimper at the stretch—it stings just a little from lack of foreplay—but gradually sink onto him little by little. You let your body accommodate him, feel yourself growing wetter around him before you sink any lower. He tenses up, tries to minimize his reaction by gritting his teeth. The long groan that leaves his mouth is inevitable when you fully slip onto his lap, his cock buried inside you to the hilt. Christ, this is gonna be harder than you thought.
He seems to think so too, as his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “Sweetheart, I don’t—I don’t think this is such a good idea,” he groans.
“Just get back to work,” you whisper, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
His hands leave your waist to resume his task, but his breathing remains heavy near your ear. You relax into him, face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. You’ve got your hug. This is all you wanted today.
Maverick scoots his chair forward as best he can, picks up his pen and shuffles through his papers. 
You try not to clench around him, a very difficult problem when he scoots forward slightly a second time, his balls rubbing up into your clit. You try to focus on something else, on his scent, past him at the frames on the wall, on the bits of light coming in through the blinds.
A minute passes.
Two minutes pass.
Three, and Mav still hasn’t touched pen to paper yet, clearly dazed by the situation. His eyes skim over the words he’s already written instead, trying to give his brain an idea on where to get started again. 
He wants to move very badly. It’s a terrible itch he needs to scratch.
He starts to think that this is maybe a form of torture. You try not to think much of it, try to pretend this is the hug you were here for, and it sort of works. Sort of. His cock prods at a very delicious spot inside you the more he begins to shift his hips, and it becomes harder and harder to stay still.
It’s when you hear his pen drop and roll across the desk that you realize Maverick is not so fond of your idea. Get back to work how, he must be thinking, and God, you hope he’s not frustrated that this whole ordeal probably just set him back. 
If he is, he doesn’t show it, instead wrapping his arms around you and inadvertently rolling his hips underneath you. You gasp, taken by sudden surprise, clasping a hand over your mouth when his hips jerk a second time.
“Mav,” you whisper. “I said—fuck, I said no moving.”
He scoffs, bows his head to lazily kiss at your collarbone. “You’re killing me. I’ll never go back to work like this.”
You bite back a moan. “I promised you wouldn’t get your hands dirty. I just wanted to sit he–”
He shuts you up with a sharp, fully intended snap of his hips. His arms drop to cup the bottom of your thighs, and neither of you care anymore after the first stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room and it’s hard not to make any additional noise, suppressing your moans into little whines instead. Maverick starts fucking into you as if it were the first time, as if he’d never felt something so good before. 
Neither of you last very long.
Maverick’s thrusts get sloppy when you’re both seconds away, his tiring pace beginning to stumble. He’s smart enough to take you in for a deep kiss when you both cum at the same time, your quiet, high-pitched noises trapped in between your mouths. He continues kissing you through your unplanned orgasm, tongue licking against yours.
When he pulls back, you’re both panting heavily, savoring the glow. 
He helps you off of him eventually. Your legs are a little sore and shaky, and you clumsily stumble back against his desk. Maverick’s good reflexes prevent your fall, an arm around your waist, and you avoid landing on his messy stack of paperwork. You can’t help but snicker at how absurd this really was.
Maverick, on the other hand, has a smirk on his face at the sight of you propped over his desk.
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um, hi?🥴
well, it has been a hot minute since i've been around. first thing first, i am super sorry about disappearing off the face of the planet with no warning of any kind.
second, i wanted to thank everyone who sent me a message checking in on me. i logged in today to an overwhelming amount of love and that really meant so much to me. y'all are literally the sweetest people ever. it would take me a full 24hrs to reply to them all so i'll spare y'all the flood of me being sappy, but the summary is I LOVE YOU (yes, i am talking to you, you beautiful soul and precious person). just know that if you sent me a message i read it more than once and it made me happy cry.
third, let's go over my excuses. i won't bore y'all with the details but life got tough. many of you know i was job searching, and the sort of good news is i got a job! and it's technically a great job. medicine has just burned me out to a degree where i looked forward to nothing. so then i felt disgustingly disrespectful and ungrateful for the opportunities i have. my brain was a vicious cycle for a bit there.
fourth, and the final portion of this rambling i promise, the topic of writing. this entire time i've been able to work on my original work which has been super rewarding. i think i'll be able to get some copies out to beta readers soon and hopefully get some ARCs ready for the summer. but in terms of what's going on here, i haven't had time to work on a lot but before i went MIA i was like 90% done with the next chapter of 'Take Care of You' so i'm hopeful to get that out at the very least. the good news is not only is that chapter decent in length but it also gives y'all all the answers you've been waiting oh so patiently for (: anyways, from here on out i'll try to be better about answering asks and i'll work on some stuff for y'all promise💜
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thesunrises12 · 1 year
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When your flirting game is weak and your crush is oblivious
Part 1/?
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imposterogers · 1 year
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I need someone to psychoanalyze harry osborn bc that man is a privileged & conventionally attractive trust fund baby who could have any girl... and he chooses the one he knows his best friend has been obsessed with for over a decade? and treats her like a trophy wife to show off to his dad and shower with gifts, all while saving the domestic and intimate parts of his life/personality for peter (who he shares an apartment with)? that begs the question -- does he court mj bc he likes her, or because peter likes her? and if its the later, for what cause? then in spiderman 2 he's been broken up with her for a while with no hard feelings, and asks peter on what is essentially a date to meet his idol otto octavius and to witness the fusion reactor being turned on. he also suggests to peter 'omg go hit on mj' despite knowing mj is in a very committed relationship. perhaps bc he wanted peter to get over his high school crush & move onto the person who was actually on the market (him). later, he slaps peter twice while crying in front of a room full of ppl bc 'you piss me off. your loyalty to spiderman and not your best friend.... you defend him bc he's your bread and butter' like a scorned lover who found out his partner was cheating. harry babe I diagnose u w 'idiot in love'
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assiraphales · 3 months
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yay good omens 3. just as expected. considering the story is following a three act plot structure (set up confrontation resolution) and all. seems like maybe a few of u threw temper tantrums for nothing huh
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ponydoodles · 1 year
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how about from both of us <3
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galacticaldisaster · 6 months
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Was springdad conscious those 30years in the wall? Was there anything else in there, or was it a plain room for him to just loose his mind faster? Did he wake up or was playing dead during the transfer from a freddy's to fazfrights? I have so many questions :V
HIII MONSTR-! LONG ANSWER, SORRY, BARE WITH ME! STICK WITH ME HERE-- So! Time in our AU does work a little differently; the way it works out is it actually was a much shorter time period than that, the murders themselves happening within the span of a decade or so- as it stands, only about half of that is spent #Imprisoned. However, that does not mean that the deterioration was any less- a HUGE part of this AU is Remnant. In this world, THAT is what causes the inital slippery slope from Father and Respected Business Man to Maddened Murderer, along with a sickening combination of grief, jealousy, and detest. But that's a whole other discussion! So, in short, yes; this room was, more or less, "plain". It was more of a storage room to begin with! Broken and faulty cabinets, old gears and gizmos- the kinda room where you put things to forget about 'em. William spent those years in this room still grieving, still full of resentment, and still full to the brim with spite. Having only his pain and his suffering as company. Not that it wasn't deserved VNDFJBV
After this "Horrible Horrible Springlock Tragedy", Fazbear Entertainment OFFICIALLY has control and total ownership over the trademark, and begins their first steps in making it a bonafide brand! And what better way to kick things off than a haunted house attraction! Woo-hoo!
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These incidents will begin undergoing the process of being made into rumors and fables. Scary spooky stories. The most cost-effective way of achieving this without drawing too much attention to the facts? You seal those facts into the kinda room where you put things to forget about 'em. And build a whole attraction AROUND THAT ROOM, BABY! NO TRANSFER NECESSARY!
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As mentioned, it's ONLY about 5 or so years of solitude in this AU-! However, more or less already maddened by Remnant and experiencing a WORLD of pain pretty much daily, it's fair to assume that he indeed lost his gourd than the average springlocked murderer. Fast forward to his release, this actually involves a WHOLE team! The Fazbear Fright Recovery Team! [@charbles has actually posted one member of this team already, Richie! The Phone Dude!] The building, I imagine, was made to look decrepit intentionally- weathered walls, old smell, really selling the "aged and haunted" gimmick.
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The FFRC team were tasked with finding old relics from these "murder locations" to sell the story on to the public- drawings, old spare suits, all that fun stuff!
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What they DIDN'T count on finding, though. . .
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Was someone who was very much still conscious and merely biding his time.
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luffypeach · 3 days
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imagine if during the final war luffy will lose his gear 5 state momentarily when akainu appears bc he won’t be able to tap into his inner joy and freedom in front of the man who killed his brother
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Much of the early controversy surrounding Trinitarianism was due to the format of its original proclamation as the video “3 divinities 1 god.”
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on the flip side of Jake teaching you about edging… Josh teaching you about overstimulation.
“Just relax, mama… just relax,” Josh soothes, sinking his fingers into you to replace his mouth for a minute. as your first orgasm starts twisting into the unfamiliar feeling of overstimulation. “Breathe. Just let go and feel into it. You’ve been doing perfect.”
He pulls his fingers out of you, soaked from your release and brings them up to play with your clit. You jolt, reaching for his wrist frantically.
“I- I don’t think- Josh, it’s-“
“Don’t do that… don’t tense up.” Josh says, looking directly into your eyes. “Look, I’ll be softer, yeah? Just like this…” His fingers swirl over your clit, lighter and softer than before, making you melt into the mattress. “See? That’s it… You feel that?”
“Mhm,” you hum, breath catching in your throat as the warmth slowly but steadily starts to return.
“There it is…” he smiles, watching your hips lift from the bed in search of a little more pressure. “Can you give me one more? Hmm?”
All you can manage for him is a barely noticeable nod, your hand falling away from his wrist and tangling in the sheets beneath you instead.
“There we go, beautiful.” Josh hums proudly. “Cum nice and gorgeous for me…”
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cr0wc0rpse · 1 year
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Sorry
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