#liz's recs

[liiizzard]

for research purposes i need you all to share your favorite lovebug fics.

for research.

[mrsarnold]

rosie's cameraroll ft. chris. ۫ ꣑ৎ .

1. him and rosie got another cat after months of rosie asking and convincing he gave in.

2. he kinda made rosie take the picture after he found the hat. thats just of the million pictures of him and that hat.

3. rosie saw this trend on tiktok so you knew you had to get him to do it. he also bought that shirt as a surprise.

1. something rosie made for chris when he came to order at the diner.

2. matt took this picture of rosie and chris when they reunited after a while

3. rosie and chris carving pumpkins for halloween !!

tags : @lockettesstage @tyummyz @mattsbows

[nighhtwing]

sorry guys maybe he does fuck that old man

[sublimecatgalaxies]

Go read part 1 too! It's amazing :)

he looks like he works with his hands (part 2/2) | part 1

pre-outbreak!joel miller x reader | 2k words

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v sex, size kink, joel has a big d!ck, breeding kink (it’s me like come on), from the back, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, dumbification, reader is down BAD, it’s just p0rn no plot i fear

your back bounced against your soft mattress, the lamp in your room illuminating joel’s face as he stared down at you, unbuckling his pants. you were adorned only in a crop top as joel pulled down his jeans and it felt like hours passed by before joel was leaning over you in his boxers. your hands found the hem of his shirt tugging at it and joel removed it in one swift movement. you gasped, your cheeks impossibly flushed already as your eyes roamed his bare chest. the hair on his chest made you dizzy, your hands pressed against the firm muscles and softness in places. it felt like heaven touching his bare skin, and joel couldn’t even begin to understand the adoration in your eyes.

“did you think about me over the years?” joel growled out, when your small fingers brushed his nipples. the incessant thought that you had wanted him for years was burrowing a deep hole in his brain and even if he didn’t admit it, his heart. joel pulled you out of your head, his thumb brushing the skin of your hip, lighting your skin on fire. the man had just eaten you out like a starved man but the gentle touch alone made you squirm.

“more often than not.” you whined out, arching into him as his hands cupped your ass, his rough hands held on tightly, as if you were going somewhere. joel slapped your ass lightly, asking for more, wanting you to spill the dirty secrets of your little crush. “i thought about you at night, mostly,“ your words fell dead on your tongue as joel groaned at your words, his eyes narrowed as he shoved his boxers down and his cock slapped against his stomach. it was too big, there was so much of it, your mind raced with thoughts that made you flush further.

“did you think about me when you touched yourself sweetheart?” you nodded, your mouth watered at the sight of joel’s huge cock lining itself up with your entrance. joel could imagine it, your smell pretty fingers fucking into yourself as you whined his name out, he felt his ego boost at the image. his dick twitched as he swallowed down the need to make you his, as if you hadn’t been for the past couple of years. your eyes widened at the sight.

“joel s’too big.” joel’s grip tightened at that.

“you can take it darlin’, i’ll go slow.” he reached for your bedside table, seemingly looking for a condom and you shook your head, tugging on his strands.

“no, wanna feel you.” joel thought he might just cum from the words spilling out of your mouth, or the whine to your voice, or the dazed look in your eyes. he was losing his patience. he swiped his tip along your entrance, collecting the arousal that was forming again and you whined at the feeling of his thick head grazing your clit. joel was seeing stars. he pushed the tip in and your cried out his name, reeling for the stretch of his thickness. joel let you get used to it, pressed kisses to your cheeks and whispered encouragements, “good girl, you can take it, doing so well for me.” you felt your heart swell at his encouragements, it helped you relaxed as you nodded for him to keep going.

joel moved slowly, pushing inch by inch, praising and guiding you through it until his tip kissed your cervix and you groaned at the feeling. you were so full of him, you could feel his veins, could feel him pulsing and desperate to move within you. as he dragged against your walls, it felt he was molding you to his shape and it made you dizzy. you pressed a chaste kiss to joel’s lips, “fuck me joel.” and joel didn’t hesistate before pulling out and fucking back into you, robbing the air from your lungs as your hands flew from his hair to his shoulders. he fucked into you like he’d die if he didn’t turn you into jelly underneath him, every time his head brushed against your cervix or touched that spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

joel was losing himself to the way you were sucking him in every time we fucked into you, like he was in danger of ever wanting to stop. you were so fucking tight, surrounding him and he could feel you practically dripping onto him, coating him with your need for him. he was brutal as he set a pace that made his balls slap against you, the room filled with obscene sounds. you clung onto his back, your hands slipping as he began to sweat. you were crying out his name every time he made your back arch, you felt close again. finally when joel pressed a kiss to the side of your head you came around him, clenching and suffocating joel, making him groan at the feeling. the feeling made joel lose control and he stuffed himself into you, filling you to the brim as he came. he was coating your walls, making you his, when he moved to pull out, your nails dug into his back, holding him there and joel fell a little bit in love with you.

even as you slowed your breathing you wanted him inside, you loved the feeling of being filled by him, never wanting it to end. you hated the fact that his cum was spilling out, coating your thighs but it was better than being empty. joel’s arms were getting tired from holding himself over you and as you came back to your senses you moved to shove his shoulder, joel didn’t know what you wanted until you shoved him onto his back. joel had no doubts, he was in love.

you frowned as more cum spilled out of you in the movement, but you let yourself slowly sink down on his cock, not being able to take it all even now. joel could feel his own cum spilling over his cock and he threw his head back, not able to understand how he had never experienced anything hotter than this in his entire life. joel propped a pillow under his head and brought his knees up, against your ass and you put your hands on his stomach for support.

“go on sweet girl.” joel murmured watching your pussy stretch around him as you sank down more. your back arched at the feeling, you had lost count of how many times you had come. you wanted more, you wanted joel to fill you up so you could leak his cum for days. you were probably losing your mind but in your haze, it was the only thought you could make out. joel watched as you ground yourself on him, cum spilling out every now and then, joel wished he could take a picture to make it last forever, wished he could record the noises you were making so he could listen to it whenever he wanted. the scene in front of him was making a familiar heat crawl back into his stomach, his dick twitching inside and your movements halted. joel watched as you looked down at him with a smile on your lips, he didn’t answer you just reached out to two fingers and wiped up the cum dripping down your thighs and tried to push it back inside you. you whined at the feelings of his thumbs against you, joel smirked.

a few more desperate movements made him hard, you gasped at the feeling of him so deep inside you you felt tears sting your eyes. joel tapped your thigh that was straddling his own, silently asking you to move. obedient as always, you moved slowly up and down his cock, your legs aching at the feeling. joel could see you losing your strength, his fingers shoving more cum back inside, before he planted his feet on the matress and fucked up into you. you cried out his name, your hands flying to his hips to found yourself as you felt him fuck his cum deeper inside you. “fucking insatiable.” he growled out as you arched your back and felt yourself grow close again, clenching around him.

“come with me darlin’” you nodded, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers. it was such a sweet act in contrast to the sinful image in front of joel he didn’t think he’d ever forget you. you were ingrained into his memory, like his first kiss or his first heartache. he fucked up into you, spilling into you even more and you let him fill you up, beaming at the fealing, joel’s free hand found your clit, using the mixture of his cum and your arousal to lubricate his fingers as he massaged it.

you twitched at the feeling and like it was the only word you knew you moaned at his name when you came, slumping forward, cum spilling onto both of your bodies. you groaned at the feeling and joel laughed at your reaction, you both were sweaty and filthy but it didn’t matter. joel pressed a kiss to your head, bringing up your intertwined hands to kiss your fingers and you melted into him. although joel appreciated your soft and warm body against his, he wanted to clean you up before you slept. he gently moved to his side, brushing your hair out of your face until you peeked at him. the warm smile on his face gave you butterflies.

“gonna grab a towel to clean you up,” you nodded slightly, letting him go as you removed your hands and joel left after covering you with a blanket. if he kept treating you like this you might never move on from him. after what felt like hours, joel returned with a towel, water, and back in his boxers. although the last part was a little disappointing you thanked him as he cleaned you up and let you drink the water.

as if he wasn’t already the best partner you’d been with, he helped you change even asking you where your pajamas were. when joel didn’t make any motions to leave you felt yourself your throat close, were you about to cry? oh god you were truly gone for him.

joel got under the blanket and you turned fully towards him. you wanted to say something, wanted to confirm this was real, that it would be real when you woke up, but you couldn’t find it in you. joel could see doubt and fear swimming in your mind, could see the storm brewing behind your eyes. but he thought you were regretting this.

“we can pretend this never happened,” it was more of a question and you swallowed down the anxiety that spiked from his thought. you controlled your voice as spoke next.

“do you want to?”

“no” joel didn’t hesitate, moving closer to you by a fraction and it was all you needed, your anxiety vanishing like that. a small smile creeped onto your lips and slowly joel was starting to understand.

“i don’t either, you’re stuck with me miller.” you said before you moved closer and pressed a kiss to his lips. joel let himself get lost in your taste, for the first time he felt like there was no rush. he had time with you.

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[murasaki-cha]

All I'm saying is that, if Liz knew that Wes was reminded of a movie quote because of their first kiss and was quoting that in his head while grinning like an idiot recalling the moment, she would not even have cared for his dad being there, she would've just jumped on him and started making out with his face.

I know my girl and she would have screamed how much she loved him right there and than for everyone to hear.

[malinaa]

It's death by a thousand cuts, Katara thinks. Saying goodbye to their old lives, forging ahead with whatever amalgamation of reality once they both fully remember everything, whatever reality that may be. Yet, two tethers between them will remain. Or, Five years after Katara and Zuko go missing in Ba Sing Se, Kya and Lee are found living peacefully in the Earth Kingdom countryside.

CRAZY FIC BTW. IF YOU ALL WOULD LIKE TO KNOW.

[thegeminisage]

hi liz please can you give me a spirk fic rec (besides yours, obviously i’ve already read that) (something with good spock characterization would be great!!)

HELLO sorry for taking so long to get back to you. this is haaard bc so many of my favs also involve the ot3 (bones i love you) and also i wanna make a longer rec list someday but i am going to give you just a few that come to mind first so that this doesn't languish forever in my ask box. i'm not copypasting summaries notes etc like i would for a Proper Rec List so please READ THEM read the warnings everybody always read warnings. mix of aos/tos since u didn't specify and since you read mine i'm assuming you don't mind either <3 and in no particular order. ok here we go <3

Bare Your Faces of the Veil by flippyspoon - TOS - spock gets split into human and vulcan halves and he is really dead forever (until he isnt). this one actually got me misting up, it was awful, and it's more kirk-centric, but it's really good

anchor by Sir_Bedevere - TOS - post plato's stepchildren coda. it's again mostly kirk but also very quiet and a really good comedown from All Of That

The Black Knight and the Moon by Waid - AOS - pon farr fic will absolutely fuck you up. double read the warnings on this one bc it's not just sad it's EXTREMELY upsetting, intentionally extremely upsetting, but it's probably the best characterized AOS spirk fic and most realistic thought experiment i've ever read

Grief as a four-dimensional figure by Moreta1848 - mostly AOS with some TVH elements - everyone goes back in time to try and save vulcan. GREAT spock stuff in this one. i bonus rec most of this author's stuff actually (they have an au of earth being hit instead of vulcan in aos and tos intersex spock) - a lot of it is verrry long but i read as they update so the little pieces are fine.

Cosmic Fuck series by Gayle F - 1 2 3 4 - TOS - this is just straight smut, but it's VINTAGE smut, and also first fic to feature the famous vulcan double ridges. the last one is the first ever kirk/spock/bones (sorry i know you said spirk) so it's just full of historical relevance. sometimes the smut gets a little weird (the first fic is technically a dubcon situation because of pon farr and in the last fic they get off on a tangent about toe-sucking) and since it's not tagged you do have to go in a little blind. i've only read the middle two once and don't remember them well (so i can't help you out with warnings) but i reread the last one alllll the time. it's a really refreshing writing voice and feels so different from fanfic today wrt to how it talks about sexuality. the final fic (SORRY AGAIN) stands well on its own and is actually my fav TOS fic of all time <3

[sublimecatgalaxies]

LOVED THIS!!!

| silence in the library |

pairing | boyfriend!daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | when searching through Alexandria’s local library, Daryl decides to take advantage of his moment alone with you.

wc | 2k

warning | SMUT so 18+ only! p in v (wrap it irl), mutual masturbation, praise kink, etc. it’s smutty lol

a/n | thank you to my lovelies @weretheones @devnmon @ivuravix @finalgirlrick​ @normanplusdaryl​ @spncupcake​ for beta reading my mess <3 ily!!!

“Higher.”

He grunted as his hands slid past your knees.

You wiggle forward, but it was pointless. “Just a bit higher, Daryl.”

Keep reading

[dr-lizortecho]

Liz’s Oatian wedding dress for @ajna-eye-cogitations inspired by the lovely fic How It’s (Actually) Going To Be, that imagines a better ending for our lovely leading lady <3

[mattiesgf]

OKAY IM LATE TO BETTER THAN THE MOVIES BUT OMFG I NEED A WES.

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childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers? YES PLS

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #598 - "Daydream Believers"

Originally posted on May 5th, 2011

Story - Liz Calkins Art - Pietre A. Valbuena

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005

wada sez: Skids’ most notable story was the Marvel Comics issue “Showdown!”, where he formed a bond (a romance?!) with the human cashier Charlene; they’re ultimately forced to part ways and return to their separate lives. Here, Charlene imagines herself in a wild west saloon; Skids imagines a Cybertronian equivalent, and they ultimately share the same fantasy of life together—the dreamlike thought-bubble effect surrounding most of these panels fades away for the final two, which I think is meant to imply that Charlene really does reunite with Skids! Rumble and Frenzy are seen arguing over whether FIBRIR or RIBFIR. A full list of songs quoted in this piece is given at the bottom of the strip, but it’s kind of small, so check below for a full list of lyricist credits and links, along with clean inks and colors.

“Let’s Get Away From It All” - Tom Adair (listen)

“Eve of Destruction” - P. F. Sloan (listen)

“Somewhere” (from West Side Story) - Stephen Sondheim (listen)

“The Yellow Rose of Texas” - traditional (listen)

“Down on the Corner” - John Fogerty (listen)

“Feelin’ Good Again” - Robert Earl Keen (listen)

“Consider Yourself” (from Oliver!) - Lionel Bart (listen)

[hundredandsix]

This is just gorgeous. It's like poetry. Also, this is so Ellie! The understanding you have of her character is profound. And this sentence!!!

"she likes it when your bodies stop fighting a war and start having a conversation."

GORGEOUS. BEAUTIFUL. SHOWSTOPPING. MAGNIFICENT.

ellie williams likes someone who matches her energy.

18+. a run-on-sentence-ramble. minors, cis men, and ageless blogs -- please dni.

like, if she goes hard, you go harder, and now? you're just trying to see who folds first. she likes getting into playful arguments that she knows she will never win. likes entertaining them because she likes pissing you off -- likes backing you into a corner with her words and her frame and seeing what you'll do, because, okay, so then, what's up? ellie williams likes to get close to your face and go hm? and watch you get close enough for her to take in the potion of mint of your breath and fragrance on your neck, and listen to you go mm. with those low, confident eyes and that demure, gloss-coated smirk. she likes to pretend that you don't make her knees don't buckle. that when her hand slips beneath the waistband of her briefs late at night, she doesn't recall looks like those -- those kinds that make her head spin, that make her body beg to the tips of her fingers (cont).

she likes to act like the grip she's developing on your hip is completely exemplary, but only is emblematic of "keeping it cool" -- keeping it lowkey. when she kisses you and she latches onto your lower lip, suckling slowly with full intention, you forget yourself. the kiss is tender enough to cause you to weave your fingers into the hair on the back of her head, and pull. causes your body curve into hers, beckoned by the will of her forefingers pressing into the fabric of your skirt and gripping. she likes to act like the way you make her bend for you doesn't make her wanna find some way to get you closer (she knows how; she knows also knows a place, all you've gotta do is say when). she likes it when things slow down and your energies no longer clash, but collide; like tides buckling underneath each other, combining and rolling under one another so effortlessly, and yet managing to cause something so seismic. like managing to shift the energy of the entire party -- or maybe you're just delusional. but if the world exists, then it's to sink in energy level to make room for the two of you. it shifts from hues of bright pink and roaring reds to mellow blues, and lulling purples.

she likes it when your bodies stop fighting a war and start having a conversation. that back and forth, push and pull banter consisting of bites, rolls, and enough tongue to make whatever experience that existed before the two of you, feel like the fragments of a half-forgotten dream. the question of what are you trying to do? is unspoken and yet hangs off your tastebuds like saccharine. ellie laps it up, eager as ever, eager as always, and honest to god, sometimes ellie forgets. she's reminded that this? is irreplaceable. that unbeatable, slow-song kind of chemistry. that energy between the two of you that leads you to roll wherever ellie rocks, and the best thing is, it's always been that way. and for as long as you continue demonstrate it by continuing to move your hips into hers just like that, trust me when i tell you that ellie is, and will forever be, down for whatever.

[zephyrcove]

hi just hopping on to start that @clare-with-no-i is a genius and theogony is a masterpiece that I will never get over !!!!!!!

[lovers-instead]

Sapphic YA Book Rec: Good Moon Rising by Nancy Garden

1996 follow-up to Annie on My Mind, this time featuring 2 girls who compete for the lead role in their high school theater department.

Links to download:

Internet Archive (to borrow)

Anna's Archive

LibGen

[mrsarnold]

" the universe likes chris better " ! . ۫ ꣑ৎ .

better than the movies au!

lizbuxbaumcoded!reader x wesbennettcoded!chris

idea : me i think.. if not let me know who

Rosie! gingerheaded. roses. books!. floral prints. orange cat. hearts. bows on everything. sweetest girl.

Chris 'My Beloved' Bennett! brunette. next door neighbor. baseball. golden retriever. music lover.

oneshots : .... tbd

headcanons : ... tbd

blurbs : .... tbd

taggies : @lockettesroom @tyummyz

lmk if you wanna be on my tag list !

[romaevelizz]

No bc, why do I imagine Aemond lets Zhuriya choose different gemstones for his eye bc it’s a thing she loves to do and that she loves her kepa just the way he is 😭😭 now she can’t… my heart. i can see him wearing black diamond in his eye during the dance. also in solitary for his daughter, showing he is mourning for the two children that died in the hands of their grandfather 😤🤧

ugh he totally would he’s such a good dad i fear :((