#fics that nearly killed me

[damnyoucully]

Sundays are for rotting and thinking about I won’t be in the history books that’s for you but I loved you first as long as they get that right I don’t care what they say

[damnyoucully]

Everything reminds me of 4 Minute Window

“Steve wha- *thump* -mmmm”

[chyarui]

the idea of winged obi-wan has been living in my head rent free for MONTHS and i finally got around to it, enjoy guys! (and let me know if you wanna see more 👀)

The jedi having feathers growing in their hair was too funny a concept to not include- they just have perpetual bed head at a young age when their feathers are still growing (the REAL REASON why Mace shaved his head)

[starlight-eclipsed]

A place to rest.

[benevolenterrancy]

@hereticcryptid I appear to be slowly but surely developing an entire series about how Hensheng and Baxia apparently get fed up with their owners' inability to express their feelings and take matters into their own hands...

[damnyoucully]

“But that Brooklyn kid who came home reeking like cigarettes and the docks, who laughed with his head thrown back, who spiffed himself up in the mirror every Friday night, smelling good and sweet, not a hair out of place — there’s not a soul alive who knows him, no one but Steve anymore with a soft spot left for that hell-raising boy.”

Not Easily Conquered by @drop-deaddream and @whatarefears

[crimeronan]

@meltedmercury jokingly saying princess AU luz is a covid puppy made me DESPERATELY need to go make a Separation Anxiety Compilation, so:

princess luz the covid puppy, with some bonus polyamory....

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and this one COULD be cut off after "this cannot be news to you," but i'm a Big Fan of whatever the fuck lumiter are doing here:

.....one of these days you three are gonna HAVE to DTR.

[damnyoucully]

It is absolutely batshit bonkers crazy town that most of Not Easily Conquered was published THE SAME YEAR CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER WAS RELEASED. A Long Winter was published in June. THE MOVIE CAME OUT IN MARCH. IN MARCH!!!!!!!!!!1!!!

[smashing-teacups]

Thankless: Of Ruined Holidays and Changing Hearts

Canon-compliant, showverse, missing scene(s). Oneshot.

Thanksgiving 1960 and 1772 - Frank's POV, then Jamie's.

Two very different husbands, two very different family dynamics, the same unexpected wrench in the holiday plans.

1960 - Boston, Massachusetts

The phone rang just as Brianna was setting the table.

I shot Claire a warning look that went completely unheeded as she shouldered past me in a swish of silk and clacking heels. The instinct to call after her still rose to my lips after all these years; the knowledge that the breath would be wasted kept it there.

“Hello, this is Doctor Randall…”

Our daughter froze instantly, the last salad fork hovering inches over the placemat. 

“How many? Nancy, slow down. How many wounded?”

Just like that, I watched the light drain from my twelve year old’s face. She masked it well, brave girl; unlike her mother, she had a talented poker face. Quietly and without fanfare, Brianna took the cutlery, plate and wine glass from the third place setting and returned them to the china cabinet.

I crossed the room slowly and laid a hand on her shoulder, heavy with unspoken understanding. It wasn’t the first holiday her mother had ruined with her selfishness, her pigheaded insistence upon putting career over family. Bree flashed me a wan smile and reached up to squeeze my fingers appreciatively.

“More mashed potatoes for us, huh?” She tried for levity, and would have pulled it off had she been trying to fool anyone but me.

“We won’t leave a single bite,” I promised sotto vocce.

Drawing in a breath through her nose and releasing it in a sharp sigh, Bree clasped her hands together as she turned back to the table. “Shall we? Or do we wait for her to come back in and—”

“Darling, I’m so sorry…” Right on cue, Claire appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, already slinging her purse over one shoulder, the car keys jangling in her opposite hand. “There’s been a terrible accident on the Longfellow Bridge—”

“Yeah, I’m sure there was. It’s always something, right?” Even I was surprised by the venom in Bree’s voice; day by day, the little girl eager to defend her mother’s choices was yielding to the dark cynicism of an adolescent. Normally, I would have chided her for taking a tone — it was unbecoming of a young lady — but I couldn’t deny that a part of me had been anticipating the day when Brianna finally learned to stand up for herself. It had been far too long that she’d dutifully shouldered the burden of her mother’s negligence. 

Wounded, wide, golden eyes blinked twice before Claire took a half-step forward. “I understand,” she said with a physician’s practiced calm, “that it’s disappointing when I’m called away on the holidays. Trust me, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my Thanksgiving either.”

“So why are you?!” our daughter demanded, throwing her hands up and letting them flop back at her sides. “Why does it always have to be you? Why can’t the other surgeons take the call this time?”

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[shortkingvince]

Solomon's Lovely Apprentice

Part 2

Minors DNI

@lets-da-da-da-dance SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I lost motivation and so it was a big struggle, but hopefully it's still enjoyable

Pt. 1

Note: This was originally meant to be longer and with penetrative sex, but my motivation died and so I couldn't figure out how to write it. Sorry if it isn't as good as my other works and feels rushed, I just didn't want to leave people hanging for any longer, especially with the announcement of Obey Me's storyline ending

NSFW under the cut!!

Excitement bubbled up in Solomon’s throat as he reread your message…how many times now? Fuck, it was driving him insane. A part of him wished you'd just teleport over to him, but he knew that even if you had fully mastered teleportation by now you'd still make him wait. He fucking loved it, even if it frustrated both him and his leaking cock that was begging for your attention. He kept glancing at the door, wondering when you were going to show up. He was beginning to grow impatient, letting his head fall back on the pillow with a slightly dramatic sigh as if he'd die if you didn't arrive in the next 5 seconds.

Once Solomon heard your voice behind the door with a knock he quickly got up, almost a little too quickly seeing how he nearly stumbled. He wasted no time in opening the door and dragging you in, quickly closing it behind him. Despite his messy appearance and desperation gnawing at him from the inside, he still overall kept his composure as he looked at you, a teasing smile on his face. “So all it took was a little bit of begging over text for you to finally decide to come and fuck me? And here I thought it would take my lovely apprentice so much more to bre–” he was cut off as you pinned him against the wall, taking him by surprise for only a few moments. He rubbed his thighs together as he smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes at your actions.

“You say this as if you weren't all desperate for me this whole time. I've seen moments of frustration in your eyes whenever the brothers interrupt any alone time we can get, not to mention how you've been purposefully bending over any chance you get around me as if you expect me to take you right then and there. I bet you'd like that though, wouldn't you?” Solomon had to suppress a shiver from your words, excitement clear in his eyes.

“Mm…I'm not so sure what you mean. I've done no such thing,” he responded as if he didn't literally just text you about how he knows you've noticed his signs. Not to mention the way he was trying to subtly grind against you, having not a care in the world for how he's making an increasing mess on your pants.

He let out a groan as you grabbed his hair and pulled, clear desperation in his eyes shining far more obviously as you felt him twitch against you. “You really are such a whore, hm? I bet you want nothing more than to have my cum deep inside you, isn't that right?” Solomon nodded feverishly, still keeping a smug look on his face. He bit his lip to hold back a groan as you pressed your leg against his grinding hips, the sudden pressure and relief taking him by surprise.

“Use your words and I might give you what you want,” you told him, looking him in the eyes as he continued to hump your leg without shame. The response was almost immediate, the sorcerer eagerly lapping up your attention. “Mmf..yes, fill me deep inside until all I can think about is your cock, ah..I need more of you.” His desperation was clear, the sorcerer seeing no need to hide it from you. After all, he knew you'd help him, and he knows that you aren't genuinely making fun of him whenever you tease him. His heart felt safe with you, and that in itself was terrifying, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Good boy, hold still.” The sorcerer almost didn't catch what you called him for a moment, but his body reacted immediately from the praise, his cock giving a reactive twitch from your words as a soft groan left his mouth. He struggled to still his hips, panting slightly as he watched you with a look of anticipation. His eyes followed your hands as they started to take your shirt off, causing Solomon to be unable to tear his eyes away. As soon as you discarded your shirt you pressed against him, pinning him to the wall once more, but this time much closer.

Solomon let out a moan, a cocky grin on his face as he felt your hard cock press against his. He was clearly trying to rile you up, but how could he not? You were being so mean for not just bending him over the nearest surface and ravaging him already, it's only fair for him to be smug. That very look faltered for a moment in surprise as your hand had traveled lower to his inner thigh. He bit his lip, a curious look on his face as you were so close to where he wanted you to touch him. On the inside he was already desperate, his cock aching for your hands, that feeling that he just knows will absolutely ruin him. Yet, his pride stayed. He wasn’t quite there enough to start seriously begging.

You started to grind against the sorcerer, causing him to let out a shaky gasp, nearly losing his composure as he felt your clothed cock drag against his exposed one, thankful that your pants were a more soft material instead of rough, but at the same time it wasn’t helping his situation. God, he could feel the warmth of your cock through your pants as it grinded against him, making him feel lightheaded as he threw his head back and groaned from the feeling. It was good, but it wasn’t enough, he needed to feel you. At that, his hands started to wander over your exposed skin. His smug look returned at the small sighs of pleasure as he looked back at you, about to tease you for the reaction when he got interrupted by you pushing away from him for a moment.

“You must’ve been real desperate huh? The composed and witty sorcerer getting so worked up over his apprentice that he spills his own cum onto his shirt? I didn’t take you for someone so desperate,” you said, emphasizing the last part with a tug of his hair. He let out a gasp from the sudden tug, biting his lip to keep some ounce of composure as he tried to grind against you again, chasing the pleasure. The moment you gave a small tug on his shirt he threw it off, discarding it to who knows where in the room. It didn’t slip his attention that he was the only one naked in the room, but before he could say anything he was met with your lips against his again. Your hands roamed his chest, making him shudder and lean into it. Fuck, you were going to drive him insane.

You finally let your hand drift downwards, barely grazing Solomon’s aching cock. Just that slight touch had him buck his hips into your hand, trying so hard to get the friction he needed again. You cooed at him, causing him to shoot you a playful glare. “Mng…you’re definitely taking your sweet time for someone who said they’d drain every last drop into me...you’re just being cruel at this point, dear apprentice . I’m starting to think you won’t be able to handle m–mNGH!” The sound that left his mouth when you suddenly wrapped your hand around his cock was…unexpected, to say the least. He was shocked you had even managed to catch him off guard like that, he could’ve sworn he was paying attention, but he could feel his thoughts threatening to melt away as you stroked him. He arched his back, panting as breathy moans slipped out, your hands feeling even nicer than he had imagined. “Ah, so all it takes is a few strokes to get the greatest sorcerer to shut up, how cute,” you teased him, your touch now circling around the tip of his cock. He had a hard time trying to think of what to respond with, all he could think about was the fact his cock was getting attention again. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to buck into or away from your touch as you were circling his tip, the sensitivity of it all driving him crazy.

He was close to breaking, you could tell. He was practically squirming, his breathing becoming more labored as he started to be unable to hold back his moans. Once you stopped teasing his tip and went back to stroking him properly, you let your other hand wander down. He let out a gasp as you circled his hole, teasing it. You let out a chuckle when you took notice of the fact he had already fingered himself, your thoughts running wild at the thought of him desperately slamming his fingers inside of himself while imagining them as your cock instead. When you looked back at his face, he had a look of desperation. “Ffuck….I’m close, I’m close, stop–I–mngh..okay, okay, you’ve w-won, I need you, I need you to fuck me, need to cum from your cock!” You decided to take mercy on the poor guy, taking your hands away despite his cock protesting. You gave Solomon a moment to catch his breath, giving a few light kisses to his jawline and neck.

He couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth in his heart while you gently touched him as he caught his breath. It was small actions, but it was just yet another reminder that you actually did love him, and he was still getting used to that. He gave a nod soon after catching his breath, signaling that he was ready to continue. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.” You wanted clarification, just in case. You cared about the sorcerer, even if he was a smug bastard at times. Looking you straight in the eyes, he pulled you closer to him. "MC, I've never been more sure in my life. Are you gonna fuck me, or were you just talking big earlier?"

Not much else had to be said as you practically all but practically threw him onto the bed. Solomon knew this was going to be good, as well as something he'd think about often. If you aren't too careful, he may just ask you for this sort of favor far more often...Though, you wouldn't really complain, would you? You're his lovely apprentice after all. The lovely apprentice that was about to make him forget his own name as the only name he could think of was yours.

[noodleblade]

Preview snippet for the @tf-bigbang! Worked on this with @elmonstro who did stunning art for our chaotic simpatico expedition project! <333 can't wait for you guys to see our works in full next week!!!!!

Surely, everything goes according to plan:3

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Koda Aya & Bram Stoker (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Koda Aya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bram Stoker (Bungou Stray Dogs), Koda Aya's Father (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Bungou Stray Dogs Chapter 114.5: resurrectio Part 2, Bungou Stray Dogs Chapter 115: Flecks of Dark Foam

Summary:

Aya's knight is gone, taken so soon after pledging his loyalty and his life to her. But the city is in peril in his wake, and a princess can't just sit and cry after the loss of her protector, letting their kingdom fall to ruin.

This was his world, too, once. His killer will bow before her, for daring to destroy it in his name.

[damnyoucully]

“The night is quiet and chilled, but between them their hands still touch, and where their hands touch, they are warm.”

- from Not Easily Conquered

Bucktober Day 20 - Warm

[thedocs-in]

Brit is really Cecil's closest friend

These two are my BroTP. Like from what's shown in the comics, these two are fairly close. Given that Brit has been shown numerous times, along with his sister, calling Cecil old man. And teasing him. I really hope they include Brit and his sister. Like please, give me.

Now without further ado, the headcannons:

When Cecil joined the GDA, he was a cocky little shit. As a new recruit he was probably thinking high and mighty of himself until a drill Sergent, or better yet Brit, kicked his ass proving him wrong.

And when he first met Brit, Brit immediately thought, "This little shit is gonna get himself killed or his ass kicked."

Though, tbh I'm leaning more towards it being Brit who kicked his ass, which was a reality check for Cecil. Considering Brit can't be hurt.

Brit has saved Cecil’s ass on numerous occasions. Like, they've done some missions together, but they didn't really become friends until one mission where Brit saved his ass. Obviously pre-scar.

After that, Cecil began to tolerate Brit a lot more and their friendship grew.

Brit has both encouraged Cecil's urge to beat people who deserve it and had to hold him back when he gets out of hand.

Like when they'd go drinking, Brit is very much the designated adult. And has had to stop Cecil from starting something with some idiot who deserved to have their ass kicked.

There has probably been at least one incident where Brit had to keep Cecil from getting arrested.

But outside of that, Brit teased Cecil a lot. And obviously still does. With Brit messing with him often, like taunting him with the photos he took of Cecil reading a Playboy.

Brit still has those photos and continues to remind him about them to this day.

And there are plenty of embarrassing photos of Cecil that Brit still has. And Cecil has told Brit that if he shows anyone else, he will try and find a way to kick his ass. Or get back at him with the embarrassing photos he has of Brit.

But Brit is truly one of Cecil's closest friends. A confidant. Like, he considers several people friends, like Donald or Nolan. But they aren't as close to him as Brit is.

They are quite literally ride or die.

[devirnis]

Packing Light

Rating: T Relationships: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley & Maddie Buckley, Evan Buckley & Bobby Nash Chapter: 2/4 (14.9k words)

“If it’s any consolation, she’s going to have a shitty fourth quarter.” Ravi blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what he just heard, but the man who spoke – tall, blonde, built like a linebacker –  is striding off before he can make his tongue work. As the bellhop with the man’s bag walks past, Ravi grabs his arm. “Who is that?” he demands. “Evan Buckley, from Pennsylvania,” the bellhop answers. Ravi frowns, the name not ringing any bells of Taylor’s business associates. “Very rich. Apparently he and Senator Clark were supposed to have a very important meeting together. He even arrived by helicopter. The last time someone arrived by helicopter it was Barack Obama. President Barack Obama!”

(read on ao3)

[neotomiccccc]

Read @ch-am's incredible fanfiction 'the negligible self' this week and have been absolutely obsessed absolutely captivated with it for days I can't recommend this fanfiction enough aaahaggfhhj,,.,. Some fanart was in order :) Fic is linked below!!

^ edited to throw in a closeup ahahshahdgajhxh