#WE NEEEEEEDS a home

[exhaslo]

Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

[houserautha]

Okay just imagine

You’re pregnant with Feyd 3 child and you walk and see him wearing one and playing blocks with the other! I just feel like after all the abuse he’s been through he would be as gentle and loving as he knows how, you have shown him that there is power in such things!

I neeeeeed him

I think it would go something like this:

Silence is frightening. Usually, it means that one of your children has done something that will either invoke your deepest ire or make you cry. And, well, considering that you’re reaching the last days of your pregnancy, it could be both.

You go in search of whatever fresh hell your children have decided to wreak upon you, but it doesn’t take long before you hear the familiar rasp of your husband’s voice. You follow it, and stumble upon a scene that brings a smile to your face.

Feyd is pacing back and forth, your youngest strapped to his chest with military-like precision. His brow is furrowed, and he’s explaining in detail to your oldest about proper defensive measures.

“This wall needs to be higher. It would be too easily penetrable otherwise,” he instructs.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, brow furrowed in an exact mimic of his father’s, your oldest diligently adds blocks to his fortress. Amusement flickers through you.

Feyd stops his pacing to admire his son’s work. In order to assuage your youngest, he bounces slightly on his feet. “Good. And what are you missing?”

“Soldiers!” Your son exclaims, scrambling to find his wooden figurines and set them up in various positions around his fortress. When he’s done, he looks up hopefully at Feyd.

“You’re not done yet,” Feyd says. Your youngest cries out in protest of being stationary too long, so your husband resumes his pacing.

You watch as your son works through what he still needs, dark eyes darting back and forth as he assesses the situation. Leave it to Feyd to turn playtime into a lesson on battle strategies. Frankly, you weren’t sure he knew how to play.

Suddenly your youngest bolts upright. “I know!”He scurries for his toy box, stopping in his tracks when he notices you hovering in the doorway. “Oh, hi, Mommy.”

Feyd looks up. A shiver dances up your spine. He hungrily drinks you in despite the fact that your ankles have swelled impossibly and you haven’t washed your hair in a concerning amount of time. You smile coyly at him. It’s that look he gives you that’s kept you pregnant so often. Damn him.

“Hi, baby,” you say. “What are you doing?”

“We’re playing Fortify. It’s when we have to practice protecting our home in case of bad guys.” Your son explains this with grave solemnity, then sets to rifling through his toy box.

You shoot Feyd an exasperated look, to which he grins and shrugs.

“Got it!” Your son races back to his impressive block fortress. He places another figurine.

You step closer, one hand going to your belly to cradle it. “Who is that?”

“That’s you,” your son tells you. He points to the different figurines. “Daddy says we have to protect you, even though you can protect yourself. You’re just stubborn like that.”

“Hm. Is that so?” You glance at your husband.

Feyd drops a kiss on your youngest’s head. “I don’t know where he got that from.”

You listen carefully as your son describes, in detail, all of the fortification to the fortress and its reasoning. Clearly he has Feyd’s mind for battle, but there’s an underlying touch of empathy there as well. And, to your surprise, your husband has only tried to nurture it. To the best of his abilities, of course, sometimes you swear you see his eye twitch when your son pauses his training to relocate an unsuspecting beetle.

“It looks perfect. You did a good job,” you tell your son. You ruffle his hair. “But I think it’s time for your nap.”

His lower lip jets out. “I want to keep playing.”

“I know you do, and your fortress will still be here when you get back.”

“That’s an order, soldier,” Feyd adds.

Your son looks to your husband, then you, then back to your husband before sighing. “Yes, Daddy — I mean — Baron,” your son giggles. You fondly watch his retreating form.

A groan loosens from you as you attempt to stand back up. Feyd crosses the space between you in a single stride, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet. He brushes his lips across your knuckles.

“I’m just stubborn, huh?” You ask in reply.

“Oh, despicably so.” With two babies between you, one strapped to his chest and one curled in your belly, it’s a little difficult for him to draw you close and kiss you but he manages. When he pulls back, he somewhat distractedly says, “He’s a good strategist. Intelligent. Perceptive. Giedi Prime will be in good hands.”

You kiss your husband’s cheek. “Obviously. He’s learned from the best.”

A/N: this definitely got away from me a bit but it was just too cute😭😭😭 Feyd doesn’t know how to be gentle or play, but he knows what not to do and he’s just going from there

[artdcnaldson]

Neeeeeed. sweet throuple life with your boys… i need to lay down in the road. thinking about, like, we know patrick is a cocky little shit.. likes being gross etc.. but he can be so sweet sometimes too, especially to you two. feels like he finally has a #family. won’t admit it but loves the little domestic moments and the nights in when it’s just the three of you in the little apartment together

Soooo so true

Idk I feel like Patrick would use fucking to convey a lot of how he’s feeling. Good and bad. So you and Art would constantly be accusing him of cheapening the moment but he just gets this overwhelming loving feeling tugging at his chest and he can’t just let it lie. That’s not who he is.

So yeah maybe Art was making dinner, crowded over the stove, brows knit as he looked from the cookbook back to the pan, making sure everything was right. And Patrick got on his knees, told him to focus, he just wanted to do something really quick, and took Art’s cock down his throat.

And you, when you come home from your shitty post-grad job, looking stressed out and happy to be home. He wants to be your stress relief, wants to wring as many orgasms as he can from your exhausted body until you can’t even complete a sentence. Wants to keep you taken care of.

sighhhhhhh but the opposite can happen too yk?? Patrick’s more hands on, fixing things after a quick wikihow search because he’s not fucking paying anyone, and he can totally do it. Sure he’s doing the least sexy thing of all time— unclogging the kitchen sink— but his biceps are flexing and he’s so concentrated and focused. For someone who does it so often to everyone else, he doesn’t get why you and Art like to stand around and watch him do shit like that.

[barcalover86]

Masterlist + Waiting list

Requests open

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Pablo Gavi

Injured - he comes home after a bad injury, and you take care of him, and he gets nervous around you. (f)

Prank 1 - you ask him to leave the bathroom so that you can shower (f)

Doctora angst

Doctora part 2

Doctora part 3 (a)

Football match -you with your boyfriend to watch a football game together and you are tired but don't want to destroy Gavi's night. (f)

Pregnant alone -you find out that you are pregnant after a night with Gavi, but you are afraid to tell him to not ruin his career. (f, a)

Drunk Confession -you tell Lewa what you feel while you are drunk and Gavi hears you (a)

Clingy Gavi - Just Gavi spending a day with you after you surprise him (f)

Just friends -you like eachother, but are afraid to confess so Pedri helps you (f, a)

Why? -Gavi breaks up with you, but he regrets it (a)

Singer lady - you dedicate a song that you made to Gavi in Ibiza at your concert (f)

Fluff Pablito -watching a game with his family at their house, but being clingy with Gavi. (f)

En el supermercado - you go early in the morning to a store to buy some food because your boyfriend's hungry (f)

Collided- you and Pablo do it for the first time (s)

My heart can't take it - Pablo being in love with reader, but knowing that you never can be his. (f,a)

Part 2 mhcti

Just a fan - you love Gavi, but he is in a relationship (a)

Just a fan 2

You and me, was any of it real? -You ran away from him (a)

Sunburn- vacation with him in Ibiza (f)

Jealous Gavi - you stay with his friends and family after Spain won, because you are afraid that you are too clingy a f

Headcanon

Moody Gavi- you are the only one that can make him relax. Not toxic, so sweet. F

Sacrifice- Gavi sick f

Gavi y Y/n habits

His friend - Pedri introduces you to his teammates at some club and Gavi has some interest in you f

Pablito- someone flirts with Gavi and you get jealous f

BOOK - 1. Yn being at the real madrid academy and she has a match with Barca (girls team), and Pablo is watching her.

Cruel, but sweet 1

Pedri Gonzalez

Mute girl part 1

Mute girl part 2

Mute girl part 3

Period -you are at a football match with Pedri and you get your period (f)

Can't kiss my girlfriend? -Pedri tries to protect you after you get hate because they saw you kissing him at some party (f)

Insecure -Pedri assures you that you are the only girl for him and that you are perfect for him. (f)

Jealous-Y/n version -you go with Pedri at his flirty girl's birthday and you get jealous (f, a)

Ayayay, Pepi- cooking with your boyfriend after a long game (f)

She deserves better- he in love with reader who is Gavi's sister

Lier- Pedri says he is single when you two are together a

Breaking News - 'Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end' F A S

Waiting list

A list with your requests, knowing that I see them and work on them:

We neeeeeed part 2 of cruel but sweet asap!!!

Can you do that the reader and Pedri are friends and the reader saw on social media that he was leaving a hotel that he stayed for three days with a girl but pedri loves the reader and he makes it up to her

Thank you all so much!!!❤️

[respectthepetty]

For me - I really hope Yuan is super super petty in the upcoming episodes because……from his point of view, surely it feels like Quan cut him out of his life SO EASILY. I would be all “ I suffered for 4 years while I was away and what did you do?!”

I know Yuan will be grown up and all understanding and what ever - but I think everything Quan is GOING to say about his friend and his sister will be affirmation enough about their “brother bond”

I also neeeeeed San Ping to eat his own words because……boy, how is what you have with Lilli different? Every excuse you’re about to give - no wonder Yuan is in the back with his popcorn!

It’s been so long since I’ve watched a show that I have WANTED the ness, the angst and the pain!!!

I am sorry to disappoint you but I have NOT been paying attention to colours, so you have really been helping me through this one!

Anon, I can't believe I, the pettiest person, am about to write this:

I want Yuan to be better than me.

I want him to be petty for five seconds, then I need him to be nice to Qian.

Normally, I'd be advocating for the main character to make his love interest suffer, but unlike all these other BL boys who make dumb decisions and force a separation from their loved one that doesn't make sense, Qian makes sense.

Qian was abused as a child by his mother. Physically (and sexually).

Qian put his life on the line for his siblings because he fully considers them to be his siblings.

Qian was at a work event when Yuan confessed.

Qian sees himself as a parental figure, so if Yuan has feelings for him, what did Qian do to evoke those feelings form Yuan? He was worried about Lili wearing a red shirt and going out, so what is Qian's internal conflict now that Yuan forced a kiss on him? Is he somehow his mother? Someone who was supposed to care for him yet abused him.

Even if Qian could see Yuan as something other than a brother, Yuan has endless possibilities at his feet. Qian specifically stated he didn't want Yuan running home to take care of him because Qian knows Yuan has a future . . . if he isn't always taking care of Qian.

And even if Qian could see a future with them, Yuan was drunk, at his job, during an important event. This is the thinnest argument because we know Yuan was sick and upset, but Qian is stoic and compartmentalizes, so Yuan's emotional outburst, like that, about that, THERE?! I don't carry Qian's baggage, yet I would have been so much worse to Yuan.

So how does a man with that level of trauma deal with any of this? He cares. That's obvious. But how much can he care and in what ways? Someone else already wrote about Qian having NO romantic partners or even shown to have romantic interest. Does a movie star count? No. It's safe. It's distant. He doesn't have to do anything.

He hugs the toilet more than he hugs Lili.

He made it clear to San Pang that Yuan was hugging him in bed not the other way around.

And yet Qian's immediate reaction to knowing Yuan was in front of him was to touch him.

And yet after getting the shit beat out of him, Qian comforted Yuan.

I live for petty ass shit. It's my breakfast, lunch, and dinner, plus midnight snack. But it would hurt my heart if Yuan carried on his petty shenanigans to the point that Qian doubted Yuan's love or the feelings he has begun to develop in Yuan's absence.

Qian needed time, and he got it. Now, Qian needs to know that whatever he is beginning to feel isn't wrong.

Yuan can be petty to San Pang all day every day because San Pang can handle it. He has two loving parents who have rental properties. He has a girlfriend who is a hardworking model. He has a swing in his office.

But Qian?

He only had his brother and his sister.

And, somehow, with that confession, they are both gone.

[farmerlesbian]

you deserve to hang out with other queer people. you deserve to go out and attend events and see people, real people, in person and to have experiences and have fun together. yes "even" disabled people, yes "even" neurodivergent people, yes "even" people in remote or rural areas, yes to all the exceptions. you are deserving of community and friendship. yes, we all know it is common for queer people to be isolated and lonely, but it is sad how common it is. it is a tragedy. i refuse to see it as a given, as an unchangeable fact of life. i refuse to let people think it's not worth trying. it is never hopeless. you are not doomed to a lonely, isolated life.

you deserve to have people. you deserve to seek out and create a life where you are not alone and isolated and depressed and lonely and starved for connection. you deserve a life of abundant queer joy and love and family and friendships and SEX (if you want it!)!!! i can only encourage you to seek out experiences. take the risk, put the effort in, be nervous or awkward or scared or shy or weird. put yourself out there anyway. demand accommodations for others so that they can join too. attend events, help promote events, patronize spaces. don't just stay home, get out there. wrangle someone into going with you if you must!

just.. it’s not helpful to constantly remind trans people that they don’t ~neeeeeed~ to do anything trans about their gender. it’s not helpful to constantly remind gay people that they don’t ~neeeeeeeeed~ to do anything gay and can just be lonely and sad and depressed and isolated alone forever. who is that helping? what's cruel is telling people they should just accept their isolation as a fact.

like yes, you do in fact need to go make out with someone yes in fact i do recommend having gay sex, or whatever it is you desire. i do recommend if you have gender stuff going on to do something trans about it. it's not that you aren't ~really queer~ whatever that means, it's that it will FEEL GOOD. it will be better for you! it's just nice. it really is that simple!

[joequinnisgod]

The pattern of his skin (Requested)

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x f!reader

Request: okay but a one shot / blurb / imagine of reader giving joe a hickey... how does he feel, does he have an event to go to, does he cover it... I neeeeeed this

Warnings: rpf, a little smut, do love bites need a warning..?

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Thanks for the request and patience, hope you’ll like it :)

"Fuck, baby..you're killing me." His low and raspy voice sounded next to your ear, his tone dripping in desperation. He didn't even try to conceal how much he needed this. How much he needed you.

He just came home after being away for a month. As soon as you heard the front door open, you rushed into his arms, lips finding each other immediately before even getting a word out. At first he didn't catch onto your intentions but when he felt your tongue poking at his lips, he knew what was about to go down. His hand let go of the suitcase's handle, letting it fall on the floor with a sharp sound of the aluminium hitting the floor. You felt his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, encouraging you to jump. He kicked his shoes off and went to the living room, suddenly too impatient to go all the way to the bedroom. You broke the kiss due to the lack of oxygen but pressed quick kisses on his lips repeatedly between taking small breaths as he sat down with you in his lap. Your lips travelled down from his jaw to the base of his neck before they settled on his sweet spot, switching between pressing gentle open mouthed kisses there and sucking on it softly.

Your hands stroked his stomach up and down slowly, each time getting a bit closer to his hardening length. Your lips were still attached to his skin, occasionally stopping for a moment. The sound of his sweet moans and sighs, along with your lips working on his skin filled the living room. It absolutely drove him wild, finally having you so close but he still felt like you were miles apart. He knew that feeling won't go away until he's balls deep inside you and he feels you fall apart in his arms. You lifted your head from the crook of his neck, eyeing with the reddening mark in the place of where your lips just had been.

"You done?" He examined the face he hadn't seen in a month in person. You nodded eagerly, ready to feel his warm skin on yours again. His hands found the hem your T-shirt and pulled it over your hand quickly, tossing it on the floor, revealing your naked chest. He laid you down on the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to you. He started pressing kisses all over your collarbones and chest when you grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him up.

"Please, Joe, I need you..just...oh.." You gasped when he rocked the forming bulge in his pants against your core. His trembling hands pulled your sweatpants down, getting them out of the way. He straightened his posture, standing on his knees and pulled his hoodie over his head before unbuckling his belt and standing up to slide his jeans off. He nestled back between your legs, lips finding yours while his hands caressed your sides, slowly moving down to your panties. His long fingers found the waistline of it and pulled it before letting it go, the fabric snapping against your skin loudly. You gasped at the unexpected feeling before you both started giggling, mouth to mouth still.

He quickly got the last piece of clothing off you before freeing himself from his boxers as well. He was ready to give his all to you after a month spent apart, but the realisation hit him hard. His face dropped as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

"Shit..condom's upstairs." A long and loud sigh left his mouth. "We gotta start keeping them all around the house."

"That's a bit dramatic." You chuckled.

"Says the one who threw herself at me as soon as she saw me." He rose from the couch with you in his lap, walking to the bedroom.

Your lips traced the hot skin at his neck, abusing that – now reddening – spot again. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs at the feeling of your lips against his skin.

"The GQ event's tomorrow night." He mumbled more to remind himself as he was under the influence of your lips, knowing his skin is well-visibly red.

"Hmm?" You lifted your head from his neck, your lips detaching from his skin with a loud pop. He couldn't even remember what he said for a second; his mind began to grow cloudy with lust as he admired your red, puffy lips that he had been missing for a month so dearly.

"The GQ Men of the Year..tomorrow."

"I know. So?" You stated with a confused expression on your face, not understanding what it had to do with the situation.

This time he didn't bother to reply, too busy thinking about being buried deep inside you. He gently threw you on the bed, the mattress bouncing softly at his action. Joseph didn't waste time, he was above you in no second, attaching your lips again. The contrast between his slightly harsh and dry fingertips and your soft side and thigh only made the experience more intimate as you realised, he's really there with you finally. You reached for his hand that rested on your thigh and intertwined your fingers together, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Fuck..I missed you...so much." He managed to get it out between kisses.

"I missed you, too, baby."

You did mean it. Not just because of the lonely nights when a phone call with him just simply wasn't enough, but also because of those days when you felt a tad droopy and you craved his closeness and presence. Finally you had him to yourself again.

He unlaced your fingers and reached for the nightstand. You supported yourself with your elbows, taking in the sight of him tearing the little packaging with his teeth and giving his length a few strokes to get himself ready before rolling down the latex.

"You ready, baby?" He smirked, reaching for your ankles to place them on his shoulders but you pulled your legs away to stop him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"As much as I love having my legs on your shoulders, I don't want any of that now. Just come here, baby. Make love to me."

He did as you asked without a word, a soft smile spreading across his face. He settled between your legs and cupped your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb. He dipped his head down to kiss you and teased your clit with the head of his shaft. You moved your hips impatiently and he barely slipped into you for a quick second, making you both gasp and moan. A few moments later he started to push himself into you slowly and stopped when he was deep between your walls. A moan erupted from your throat at the sensation.

"God..how much I missed this." He exhaled as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. His hips started rocking. It wasn't fast or greedy; instead, it was slow and sensual. His deep, passionate thrusts knocked the air out of your lungs, making it feel like the world's oxygen wouldn't be enough. "You're coming with me the next time I gotta leave for a while." He whispered as he chocked on his desperate moans.

"Definitely."

The following evening Joseph was standing in front of the mirror with a towel hanging low around his waist, water droplets rolling down his skin.

"You okay?" You stood in the doorway as you noticed him eyeing his reflection with a shy, proud smile on his face.

"Come here." He beckoned to you. You walked over to him and he turned fully around, now facing you. Your eyes widened at the sight of the crimson red little spot in the crook of his neck. "See what you did, baby?"

"Shit..I'm sorry." A laugh escaped your lips as you lifted your gaze to meet his.

"No, you're not." He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug while pressing quick pecks on your neck, making you squirm as his beard was tickling you.

"I'll put makeup on it, come on." You laughed.

"Don't..I don't need it." His voice was muffled as he still had his lips pressed up against your neck.

"You gonna look like those horny teenagers."

"I feel like one for sure..but you're coming with me so they'll know who to blame."

Thank you for reading it, hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open (I’m slow as shit tho). Take care, have a beautiful day / night <3

[dangermousie]

I love that she feels safe enough to go to his place and he's happy too but also, he's desperate to spend more time with her (and to escape his house), isn't he? It's adorable how blatant he is about it and how oblivious he is, due to her awful fam destroying her self esteem.

I SCREAMED!!! But you see her brain stutter too. And then of course he does his patented "I meant this is how we should pretend to act" but we all (except for FL) know what he meant - he keeps testing the waters, isn't he? Throwing trial balloons over and over to see if he gets a positive reaction.

When she finally tells him she loves it (and will mean it), he is going to utterly lose it, won't he?

Wow. She's stunned. But I so want to know when he fell in love with her and why. I neeeeeed to knooooooooooow!

And he tries to turn it into a joke again, of course. But we all know the truth.

She is so flustered she tries to kick him out and his smug face when he's all "I can't drive I had beer" omg. And yet he never is threatening. He wants to spend time with her (and not go home) but he doesn't make a move, he just crashes on the couch and I don't know, I find his wooing utterly adorable. It's like a campaign for the man, I swear.

[whorekneecentral]

You neeeeeed to write something about the bathtub seb inspo

you know I never turn down a seb post -- inspo pic

The smell of lavender filled your nose when you walked into the house.  “Seb? Babe, you home?” You shout for your husband when you walk through the house. 

“Bathroom!” Sebastian shouts back and you find your way to the bathroom when you see your husband in the tub. “Hi baby,” you smile when you see him, leaning on the counter. 

Sebastian smiles at you from the tub, “hi.” 

“Smells good in here,” you give him a glance, picking up the bottle on the counter to read it. 

“Hm, used your favourite.” He sticks his arm out, wiggling his fingers at you. “Come join me.” He calls and you nod, undressing before getting in with him. Sebastian’s arms wrapped around you when you sit on his lap, sliding down to rest on your hips. 

You lean against your husband, his hand sliding down to rest between your thighs. “Seb,” you warn him and he hums, “what ?” He asks innocently. 

Seb lets you relax against him, rubbing along your thigh before settling between them. “Why are you all horny? Can’t we relax?” You glance over your shoulder at him. 

He sighs, “fine.” Sebastian agrees, moving his hand from between your legs. Sebastian’s hands rest on your tits, giving them a squeeze. 

You can't help but laugh, “Sebastian!” 

“What?” He chuckles, kissing your shoulder. 

[the-words-we-sung]

First impressions after watching season 3

So after being super patient all day yesterday, I finally managed to get back home and binge watch season 3 last night \o/ I'm just gonna put a few of my first thoughts here for now, I'm gonna need to rewatch everything to have more detailed and coherent thoughts 😁 But first of all, I wanna thanks Amber 💜 (@amailboxlemur) for being the best spectator and companion to my live reactions 😂 It was super duper nice to be able to share these with you while I was watching and going through all the emotions 😱 So I liked the season!! It was a lot a lot but I really enjoyed it!! It made me cry, it made me laugh, it made me blush... All the rainbow emotions 💜

Here is my reaction at the end of episode 5, and I think it sums up pretty well my feeling at that moment :p

So a few randoms comments (I will write more about each episode after rewatching them, which I intend to start doing tonight because I neeeeeed to watch it all again):

[It's not spoiler-free so don't read if you haven't watched the season yet!!]

⁂ Simon was incredibly sad this season and it broke my heart. Seeing him cry just made me cry. He was so lost and broken, I really can't wait for the last episode to see him get better (yes I'm an eternally optimist person so I believe he will be happier!!)

⁂ I wasn't expecting the Micke/Sara storyline but I think I liked it! It gave us a new perspective into the Eriksson family dynamic and I felt so so bad for Sara at the end

⁂ I loved to see Simon being truly angry at his sister!! Baby boy is so used to being nice and forgiving, so it was really refreshing to see him actually be mad and stand his ground about it!!

⁂ Wilhelm Wilhelm Wilhelm. My poor boy is a mess! He was so hopeful at the beginning, thinking he could finally have it all, but yeah it was obviously not gonna be smooth sailing. He's such a messy, broken, angry teenager this season and my heart cries for him. He ends up hurting Simon quite a lot but I cannot be truly mad at him. He's a broken boy trying his best :(

⁂ Which leads me to his family: arghhhhhh. So I was hoping that we would get some more info to understand Kristina at least a little bit, but she's just truly awful this season. And the Duke is not better. I hate them for how they behave with Wilhelm. And on a more personal note: I always saw my own mother in Kristina, but this season it's even more flagrant, and gosh does it make me mad for Wilhelm. His lashing out at them at the end of episode 5 was as painful as it was good to see. I've been in his situation. I've yelled like him too many times to count. So I hurt for him. He deserves so much better. Nobody should have these kind of people as parents :(

⁂ The Erik stuff made me so sad!!

⁂ The whole school situation was a bit frustrating at time but it was interesting to see the characters reacting to it all. Felice is a queen and deserves so much better than her "friends". And Vincent can rot in hell 😠

⁂ They're all incredible actors!! And the show is beautiful as usual. I am slightly disappointed with the music (no song captured me as well as the ones in season 1 and 2, but maybe I just need to watch the episodes a few times for that to happen ^^)

⁂ All the cute scenes between Wilhelm and Simon were just the best. Seeing them be silly boyfriends was the best. And yeah, the chemistry is still chemistrying hard between Edvin and Omar :p

I'm gonna stop my list of first reactions there, but I'll continue in more details episode by episode! Overall I think I like this season, though the ending killed me and the week to come is gonna be the longest week ever ^^' I am not really worried about the last episode. I trust the show. I do believe Wilmon will be endgame. And I think not everything will be wrapped up neatly but I do think the ending will be satisfying. So can't wait \o/

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Ok but like I neeeeeed to show this to you guys.

So I was driving home and my older sister was in the passengers seat and we were stopped at a light and then I noticed this mf motorcycle boy behind us-😫

I pulled put my phone and recorded and then when we drove again my sister goes "he 100% saw you" and I was freaking out bc damn it he was hot and I am so awkward and he was def aware of how hot he is and not in a douche way 🥴

he had TATTOOOOOOOS and let me add: he literally stayed respectfully behind us the whole time until we were turning right and left the lane and when he passed us he DID THIS FLIRTY LIL HEAD TILT TO LOOK IN THE CAR AT US AND I IMPLODED- I'M SORRY I STOPPED THE VIDEO SO SOON I PANICKED. BUT THE WAY HE LEANS FORWARD I GONNA THROW UP

I had to share this with my fellow simpers. You are so very welcome.

YES THIS IS MY VIDEO 👊

motorcycle boy if the universe is against me and u r on Tumblr for some odd reason and see this pls pretend like u don't see it at all.

-chip

[peachdues]

OMGGGGGGGG WHEN’S THE NEXT PHANTASMAGORIA UPDATE I NEEEEEED ITTTTTTTTT

ok but your writing is so so so so so so incredibly good all you need is your own book now frfr i'm not even kidding

anyways... i was curious as to whether you had a schedule for posting updates? i'm mostly interested in all sanemi ff but your writing is so addicting that i find that i'll read anything

thanks for writing :DD

Aww thank you!

I have no post schedule for updates, I just post as I feel like it/as things are ready. I try to give myself rough deadlines to ensure I get it done — hence, why I posted that part one would be ready this week (as a kick in my own ass).

I’m about 4k words into part 2 already (but we have quite a ways to go), and three smut scenes are done. I estimate part 2 will be about the same length as part 1, but that could change. A lot happens in part 2 in terms of the plot, and there’s quite a bit of flashback in Kyojuro’s POV.

If I was being generous, part 2 might be ready sometime next week.

Truthfully, the only reason I can even say that is because I was home from work all week with COVID. We’ll see how quickly part 3 gets done once I’m back in the office LMAOO. Though to be fair, I do have a substantial chunk of part 3 written, though the parts I still have to write are by no means small scenes (cough not one but two confrontations between Sanemi and Reader cough)

I said in an earlier post that my brain is solely focused on Sanemi rn, so you’re likely not gonna get anything out of me that isn’t related to Phantasmagoria until it’s done — sorry y’all, the brainrot is real.

[skywalking-through-life]

I know imma lil late for the WIP title game but I’m here!! lol anywayyyy i was looking thru and there are just so many to choose from i was like imma ask about this one oh no wait what bout this one?? lolol but seriously for my ask i have 2 and you can choose which one you wanna do but it’s the Poseidon and Ms. Lafayette parent teacher conference or the fed kidnapping one which 👀👀 I’m actually really intrigued by but whichever you choose lol 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hello there, dear friend! You are not at all late, but I am so excited that you decided to send me an ask even though you thought you were! 💙

You are too sweet - there ARE a lot of potential ones to ask about, lmao, because I have no chill and make notes about every idea I have. And I'm happy to say that I've actually already answered the Poseidon-Ms. Lafayette parent-teacher conference one here...

...so you're going to get an answer to both! I am honestly SO thrilled that you asked about the Fed kidnapping fic, because I have been DYING to talk about it! The amount of space it takes up in my waking and sleeping thoughts is CONSIDERABLE. Just the outline is right now is as long as [conduct not unbecoming]! 😭 I'm still holding a lot of cards close to my chest regarding this fic, but I'll give you some basics, and a tiny snippet of my outline! But before I do, just a heads up: this fic is actively going to explore darker topics and themes than I've explored in any of my published writing thus far. Characters are going to get seriously physically and psychologically hurt, face some pretty sadistic enemies, and have to reckon with some really intense moments. Because it is me I can promise 1) no major character death, and 2) a happy ending, but there will definitely be suffering before that happens. See more below the page break. 💙

Essentially, it is going to be one long sequel to my entire 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' series (you'll see why once it's out), and it will be set just after his sophomore year at New Rome University. He and Annabeth are back in NYC for the summer, Annabeth has an internship, but he's still trying to figure out how to spend his summer. He's got some tentative hopes and plans, but because he's Percy Jackson...well, does anything ever go right for him? Here's a chunk of what will become the first chapter. You'll probably be able to tell what I mean by 'Fed kidnapping' after this. ����

"Percy absently unlocks the front door, arms full of bags, not looking up but calling to his mom that he's home. 

It's as if the apartment is holding its breath. No one greets him, he looks up, concerned. "Mom?"

A toddler's squeal is heard from the living room, and is abruptly cut off.

He doesn't even stop to put down the bags, palms Riptide but doesn't upcap yet, comes charging in…and is brought up short by the presence of men in dark suits surrounding his terrified parents and baby sister. More suits emerge from the kitchen, weapons drawn.

Percy thinks for a moment about fighting, but freezes when the suits in the living room also draw their weapons and point them at him. He stiffens and holds his bag-laden hands away from his body. Too many guns to risk an open fight, not in this setting.

A suit who looks like he might be the leader has been sitting in Percy's favorite chair, cool as a cucumber, the whole time. With everyone frozen, he stands and casually starts talking. He is bland and boring looking, very gray, and he looks oddly familiar to Percy - though he can't figure out why.

"Hello, Perseus."

"Who the hell are you?" (Angry but controlled, eyes darting)

"An excellent question. But we need not concern ourselves with those particularities right now." (Smiles placatingly) 

Percy gives him a withering look.

"Now now, none of that. Your country is in need of men like you, son." (Charming, but only barely, flashes an official-looking badge)

"If this is the beginning of some kind of weird military recruitment spiel, don't bother. I heard enough of those in high school. I'm, uh…a pacifist." (Wary, thinking frantically)

"A pacifist, eh? Been in a lot of fights for someone who doesn't believe in violence," Rattles off a brief list of Percy's history of school incidents. (Still barely charming)

Percy is shaken by how much this guy knows, but doesn't want to show it. How does this guy know who he is? Who is he?

"...so don't try to lie to me, boy. It won't end well for you." (A hint of real menace)

Percy wants to snark back, but his danger sense warns him to shut up…for now. Probably not for long.

"Now, if you're done with the smart remarks, this is how this is going to work. You are going to put those bags on the floor. You are going to turn around, and you are going to put your hands on the wall behind you. You will be searched and secured. You will not resist. And you will come with us, quietly."

Percy is still, mind racing. This is no military recruitment spiel. So why does the government want him? Do they still think he's a potential domestic terrorist, or have they discovered he's more than meets the eye? So he falls back on the old standby: making fun of his enemies. "Very original, 007. What movie are you stealing all the cheesy lines from?"

Lead Suit does not like Percy's attitude, but mostly stays cool - only small cracks appear in the armor. But he now gives a command, and suddenly red laser dots appear on the heads of his mom, Paul, and Estelle. 

"I don't think you really appreciate the gravity of your situation, Mr. Jackson. Should you not decide to cooperate with us…well, actions have consequences."'

...dun dun dun! So yeah, I think you can parse out where this might potentially be going. 💀 I'm actually incredibly excited to write it, to get it out of this abbreviated form and onto ao3! But I have to finish 'Percy's senior year (mis)Adventures' first, or a bunch of things won't make sense. 😉

[autumnalsteahouse]

autumnal my love !!! i am copying you right now because i NEEEEEED to know your answer to the same question — what are your favorite hcs about your self-ships? 🥺🤲

pls share as many as you want, i want to know them ALL !!!!

Medusa I love you so very much.thank you for sending this,,,, I wasn’t sure I was gonna answer this right now because I’m not doing too well mentally but I think that’s exactly why I should ! I need all the comfort I can get

ok hm

first I’ll start with suguru & cheering me up because,, :)

he can read a room so well,, and he can read me like I’m a bright red stop sign. a majority of the time, he already knows when something is wrong— but he also knows that I’ll come to him when I’m ready to talk about it. He’s VERY patient with me (because sometimes I don’t know how to approach overwhelming emotions) but our communication skills are top notch.

in addition, he knows just how to comfort me. If I’m crying, he immediately goes in to hold me or cuddle. He won’t say anything— after I get all my tears out, he’ll gently kiss my cheeks and slowly get up to get me a cup of water (if I allow him). He starts talking after I’ve calmed down, asking if I wanna go for a drive knowing I’ll say yes. He keeps some sort of physical contact with me at all times wether it’s his hand on my thigh or holding my hand,,, he’s very attentive.

NOW I wanna talk about which Halloween/autumn events that each of my faves would do with me.

Suguru would definitely be pumpkin carving. Are u joking. it was a surprise plan for me!! he picked me up from school & we headed to the pumpkin patch! Then we’d get home and to my surprise, there’s a blanket set up with unlit candles, a speaker, and two carving sets!! we would have a whole competition!!! Until we give up and help each other with the most difficult parts (the detail work). He let me play my Halloween playlist too😌😌

Kuroo would find the best Halloween parties to fulfill my “fucking at a large house party” scenario. It would actually be a whole scene. We’d show up to the party separate and slowly make our way back to each other— kinda like Andy and April (parks and rec ref)

VASH DOES MOVIE NIGHTS!!!!! He goes all out by decorating the room in the coziest but Halloweenish decor— LOTS of candles, blankets, and throw pillows. Spiderwebs, bats, cauldron mugs for our drinks, orange fairy lights and furniture forts. Oh and it’s not on a Tv… it’s via PROJECTOR. His lineup is no in particular order but Halloweentown, Coraline, hocus pocus, nightmare before Christmas, and Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban are DEFINITELY on there.

Draken is… halloween horror nights. (This idea is thanks to angel because we were talking … and her boyfriend does this for her and THIS is the only way I would ever go. Ever.) now he knows I am a full WUSS. I hate being scared but I know that he wants me to go (he goes with the boys but he also wants to have a night with me too) so we came up with an agreement. He guides me through everything— he stands in back of me, both hands on my shoulders as he walks me through the park so that way I feel secure and he gets to watch me scream my ass off while also being together and having the satisfaction of “protecting” me. Besides, I know he would literally kill anyone for me so I’m lowkey turned on the whole time

[transarsonist]

OKAY I DID IT!!! I got up and dressed and to the store, got myself a nice lil microwave meal cause home cooking something at this level of executive dysfunction is just NOT going to happen, and got my little sister some treats! AND there were girl scouts selling cookies so I got some!!!

How was your day with your parents? Home feeling good this evening?

-🐱

YAY!!!!! im glad :D and honestly most of my meals are microwave meals cause, washing dishes is just so suck lmao,

treats!!!!! girlscout cookies!!!!! im jelly lmao

it was nice! we made a plan for the housework, then had chilli for dinner and played games and had brownies and icecream for desert! they also fed me some delicious peanut butter beer that i NEEEEEED

[mozki]

neeeeeed to get back into just copying my fav art on here for practice .its how i learnd as a teen its how i need to relearn as a growndup . i want to do some little steps this week so like. making sure i do a little exercise. a little reading. a little drawing. when u get used to plodding thru days not functioning its so easy to get instantly overwhlemed by having like. 2 regular person thinhs to do. i know we all understand this here it just never ceases to amaze me how convoluted it all gets . like if i think about it for too long the reality of getting some exercise in while feeding myself 3 home cooked meals and doing that every single day or risking my health makes me hyperventilate lol …pathetic?oui :3 oh my god this started as me just talking about art ffs this is what every thought turns into . this is why i delete 90% of the personal things i post now its just the same fucking LOOOOOP