#samuel blurb

[dinodaweeb]

me wondering if I prefer ass or tits bc of these mfs:

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

Dirty little Sammy blurb, anyone?

WARNINGS: 18+, fingering (f!receiving) below the cut!!

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I feel like Sam would be the type to just want to make you cum randomly. You could be laying in bed, a comfort movie you both have in common playing on the TV.

Suddenly, his leg is slowly hooking around your calf, pulling your leg away from your other and trapping it in place with his. You know this move too well and it makes your breath catch.

His hand comes to your belly, the back of his knuckles running gently over the skin below your bellybutton, noting the way your body gently trembles under his touch - as it does every time.

“Sammy…” you breathe, letting your free leg fall open a little more. One of your body’s many ways of welcoming him.

“Shhh…” Sam is quick to quiet you, his fingers now dancing along the hem of your shorts. He slides them beyond the hem, sucking in a breath at the absence of any underwear. “You must have known I was gonna play with your pretty cunt.”

“I mean, You… you do it a lot,” you point out. Though, he’s already well aware that he can hardly go an hour without watching your pretty face twist in pleasure.

Sam’s middle finger finally meets with your swelling clit, gently brushing over it as he continues down to your entrance to collect some of the arousal already pooling there.

“What do I do a lot? Tell me.” He wants to hear you say it.

“Y-You play with my pretty cunt a lot…” You answer him, your voice dripping with desperation already.

“And why do I do that?” Sam continues, his middle finger now swirling slowly around your throbbing clit.

“Because you like to watch me cum.” You barely get the words out through a stream of whimpers.

“Atta girl,” Sam praises, resting his cheek against your forehead. He places a quick kiss to your temple, before pulling back to watch your reactions.

Adding another finger, they dip back down to your entrance to coat themselves and return to your clit. He keeps a steady pace, but the pressure is light, only increasing it as your body gradually sinks further into the mattress.

You turn your head into Sam’s chest, muffling your moans that are growing louder and louder with each pass of his fingers.

“Feel good, baby doll?” Sam preens, a cocky smirk dancing on the corners of his mouth.

“So good, Sammy,” you whimper, barely audible. “Please…”

“Don’t rush, princess.” He reminds you. His other arm, tucked under your back, pulls you closer into him, cradling your shaking body. “You’ll get there when it’s time…” he pauses for a brief moment before slyly adding, “… Or when I let you.”

“Samuel.” It’s only a partially firm huff of his name, holding hardly any threatening weight, given the way your voice is higher and breathier.

“Relaaax.” His gravely voice drawls lowly. “Poor baby doesn’t want to be edged tonight?”

“No. No, I don’t…” You whine, squirming as a wave of sensitivity crashes over you, shoving you closer towards your high.

“Alright, okay.” Sam says with a low, breathy chuckle.

You refocus your full attention of the feeling of his calloused fingers stroking over your bundle of nervous, brushing over every spot that makes your body jolt with pleasure.

The burn in the pit of your stomach starts to intensify, a flower of bliss just waiting to bloom within you. It’s ridiculous, really, how quickly he can pull an orgasm from your body.

“See? You’re already close, aren’t you, princess?” Sam questions, his tone holding the slightest, taunting edge.

All you can muster in response is another moan, words and complete sentences have completely left you, lost beneath the pleasure that has clouded every inch of your brain.

With a few more quick passes of his fingers, you’re unraveling, squirming as much as having one leg pinned within his will allow.

“There it is.” Sam smiles down at you, priding himself with how he can make you feel so good. “Let it all go for me. I got you, baby doll.”

“Fuck, Sammy! Oh, fuck-“ You moan and writhe, riding out your high until the pleasure starts to tiptoe into that over-sensitivity.

Sam’s fingers slow to a stop, but rest on your clit in light of feeling it flutter against his fingers as your post-orgasm daze takes over.

[mastersoftheair]

Radio Times | 27 January - 2 February 2024

[idontplaytrack]

Can you do one where Regina is having a bad dad due to back pain and Janis is the only one who understands why she's in such a bad mood.

In My Bed

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, chronic pain

In which Regina couldn’t take anymore of her friends’ comments and decides to ditch school, just like Janis had told her to do.

“Are you sure you want to go to school, Regina?”

“I’ve already missed a day this week. I don’t want to miss another.” Regina sighs, “Our friends are already asking me why I didn’t show up the other day. I don’t want to answer that question and I won’t be.”

“Exactly. Ignore the question— that’s not their business.” Janis huffs.

“They will bug me.” Regina snorted, “Whatever, let’s go. Let’s not be late.”

“Okay, okay.” Janis agreed reluctantly, heading to Regina’s Jeep with her. “Let me drive.”

“You?”

The brunette glares at her, “Come on, I am perfectly capable of driving.”

“We both know that’s not true.” Regina teased.

“Give me the keys.” Janis sighs, holding out her hand. The blonde looked at her, no glared at her directly. “Give me. The keys.” Janis repeated, “Don’t make me snatch them from your hands.”

“Try me.” Regina smirked, having the keys tightly in her palm. Which she quickly raised her arm and dangled from a height. Janis gave up, getting into the front passenger seat without a word.

Regina guffaws, sticking the keys into the ignition and driving off. Janis sulked, her arms crossed on her chest. “Aw, come on. I’ll be having the back pain whether or not I’m driving.” Regina softened up for a moment. Janis ignores her still.

“Fine.” Regina said, brows raised as she got annoyed for a second. Her eyes were now focused on the road, Janis was simply staring into space.

The drive to school wasn’t long, and Janis about halfway through, asks, “Are you okay?”

“I could ask you the same question, Jay.” Regina bites back a laugh. God, this girl was cute. Why are you so cute?

“I’m fine, I was just…kidding around.” Janis exhales, “How’s your back?”

“It’s making me very irritable.” Regina admits, “Gonna blow my top more than usual. Lunch will be greeeat.”

“Just ignore them.” Janis places her hand on Regina’s thigh, her thumb softly caressing her skin over the fabric of her pants.

“When has that ever worked, Janis?”

Woah. Yeah, okay, Regina was irritated, alright.

“Sorry.” Janis mutters, “Just focus on yourself, I’ll shut them the hell up.”

This wasn’t the pair’s first rodeo, per se. Regina had flare ups like this quite regularly which was unfortunate. Sometimes, well most times, Regina would be careful and be able to tell when one was going to creep up on her and start. Other times, she’d be completely fine one minute and start being in excruciating pain the next. One wrong move, and she’d very much be in bed rather than in school or anywhere.

“Wow, you’re in…sneakers?” Damian pointed out the second he saw Janis and Regina walk up to him.

“Shut it.” Regina snapped.

“Very well then.” He said back in his usual tone, which earned him a menacing glare from the blonde. Janis laughs, Damian smacks her on the arm playfully.

“Hey!” Regina and Janis both exclaimed at the same time, but in different tones.

“Don’t smack her.” Regina added on.

“Relax.” Damian teased, “She’s fine. Unlike you. Back acting up again?”

“No shit.” Regina sighs deeply, “I’m going to homeroom, bye baby.” With a kiss pressed to Janis’ cheek, she departs. Janis and Damian head to their homeroom together.

Regina and Janis were separated by classes for awhile, but had the class right before their lunch break, together. So Regina’s mood got a little bit better after a couple hours of not being able to see her girlfriend. It also helped her feel better about the mild but lingering pain in her back. They sat next to each other, and Regina found that extra comforting today— didn’t admit it though. She would never. But then came lunch, where Regina got severally pissed off by just about anything. Someone sneezed, she rolled her eyes. Some stupid squabble between two other students, Regina glares at them. The different cliques laughing amongst themselves…the noise seemed particularly loud today. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Regina’s eyes screwed shut in pain when the random zap of pain that went up from the bottom of her spine.

The sight of everyone being in a good mood was the last straw. She knew life wasn’t fair, but was this torturous chronic pain she had to deal with for the rest of her life the fair punishment for her wrongdoings? Regina certainly didn’t think so. She stabs her fork roughly into the tray of cheese fries, “Fuck!”

It wasn’t a loud exclamation, only her table heard it.

“I can’t do this. You were right, I should’ve just stayed home, in my bed.”

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” Karen asked, she was genuinely curious if not concerned.

Regina knew what way she meant it but the tone alone was enough to frustrate her further today. She appreciated the concern, but she just couldn’t. Not today, she felt like couldn’t do anything right.

“Nope, I can’t. I’m going home. I can’t make it another four hours sitting in a desk.” Regina hid her face in her hands, speaking quietly with the intention of only Janis hearing her.

“Why can’t you just take a Tylenol and get through the day? Doesn’t it help—”

“My God, shut up Aaron.” Regina spat, “Don’t you think I would be fine right now if Tylenol helped? Don’t you think I would’ve taken that? So no, I can’t just take a Tylenol and call it a day. The pain makes me unable to walk, I can’t lie down comfortably, I can’t get enough sleep, my mood is shit, I’m snapping at people who don’t deserve it and the last thing I need is you of all people to ask why I don’t do something. You know how bad it gets, you see it. But do you acknowledge how hard it’s been to even just make it through the day. This is not a fucking joke. I’m sorry I did somethings that I’m not proud of, but sometimes I wish you guys would just stop and learn about how deeply this pain affects me in my daily life. But apparently, it’s too much to ask for because it’s been so long and so it must be all in my head, I’m being dramatic, right?”

Janis had her hand on Regina’s shoulder, “Let’s go.”

“What?” Regina takes in a careful breath, snapping out of her rant.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” Janis answered.

“Okay.” Regina gave in, leaving with Janis before anyone could say anything. Janis drives them this time, Regina just…looked straight ahead trying not to focus on anything but her back.

“I’m gonna just lay in bed. You can go back to school.”

“I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Mm, okay.” Regina did not put up a fight at all, which made Janis even more worried.

“Do you want the Aleve or should I run you a bath?”

“Both.” Regina answers, groaning as she sat down on her bed.

“Alright.” Janis retrieves the bottle from the medicine cabinet and a bottle of water from the fridge for her. Then, she proceeds to run a bath, keeping in mind to have the water warmer than usual. While Janis was in the bathroom for a bit, Regina took the pill and laid down on her stomach— something she’d do to try and alleviate the pressure her back had.

After getting Regina into the bath, Janis hung around in the bedroom to wait. And just in case she needed any help. “G? You good in there?”

“…yup. Little sleepy though. Can you come in here?”

“Okay.”

Janis sat down on the floor by the tub, Regina had folded her arms on the side of it, resting her chin there. “What do you need?”

“Nothing.” Regina smiled slightly, “Just wanted you here with me.”

“Oh.” Janis relaxed and smiled back, “Okay.”

“Thanks, baby.” Regina sleepily reached forward to hold onto Janis’ hand, giving it a squeeze, “I appreciate it, really.”

Janis squeezes the blonde’s hand in return, “I hope this flare up goes away soon. But in the meantime, I’ll be right here, G. Whatever you need, I’ll help you with it.”

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💭A/N:

Thanks for your request and for waiting!🫶🏼 Hope you enjoyed this little drabble, anon.

[blacksmokebarbarians]

Master of Keys

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI!!!) basically porn with plot-- degradation, dacryphilia, gagging, heavy spit kink, rough intercourse, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), pinning, marking, cunnilingus, male receiving oral, hard dom!sammy.

word count: 2k

synopsis: when configuring a song on the piano, things take a turn as your boyfriend Sam attempts to show you how it's done.

a/n: hey all! this was a request i recently got, and have really enjoyed writing! I hope you all enjoy!

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Fingers danced among the keys, shifting from chord to chord in gentle movements, but somehow, you couldn't quite figure out what didn't sound right. As you sat on the white bench, your fingers glided across the ivories, attempting to find a tune that sounded just right in contrast to the previous chords you had played.

Letting out a sigh of deep frustration, you tried again and again, until a familiar voice peaked from the doorway. "Having some trouble there, doll?" Sammy asked, walking over to the edge of the piano. He leaned against it, watching as you played the tune once again, the sour note causing him to crinkle his nose. "I just can't figure it out.. I don't know where to go after that." You explained, exhausted from the various previous attempts. Sam nodded gently, standing up straighter. "Let's see.." He hummed, making his way to your side of the claviature.

The male watched as you played the tune over again, causing him to shake his head. "That's the problem, pretty girl.." He said gently, resting his hands over yours. "Instead of going to the G, you should move to a C.." He instructed, his hands guiding yours across the keys. Surreptitiously as you played, Sam grew closer, his chest pressing against your back gently as you continued to replay the melody. His hands slowly shifted from your hands down to your waist, his chin nuzzling against the crook of your neck comfortably. He hummed along to the song as you played, his fingers slowly tracing the waistline of your leggings.

Goosebumps pricked your skin as his chin turned, his lips coming in contact with your neck. "Sammy.. I've got to work on this song.." You insisted. Though you could feel a warmth growing in your core, finishing off the song was important to you. He shook his head, pulling away from his plump kisses to speak. "You don't truly want to stop..," His hands traveled past your waist, his fingers slowly brushing against your heat. "Already wet..? I've barely touched you.." He let out a soft laugh. Shivers were sent down your spine as your hips slowly rolled forward against his palm. He shook his head gently, his hands slipped up to keep your hips readily in place.

A desperate whine slipped past your lips. "Sammy, please don't tease me like this.." He shook his head and grabbed your chin. "That's not how you address me, and you know that damn well." He veered, his deep brown eyes staring back into yours.

"Y-Yes, sir.." A gasp left your mouth as you looked up to him, a hand gripping the bench. Slowly, Sam's thumb pushed past your lips, allowing you to take it in. "Good girl.." He murmured, watching as you swirled your tongue around his digit. "Let's see how long that lasts." He mentioned, a cunning smirk wiping across his face. He reached behind you, pushing the cover of the piano down onto the keys. His other hand had remained gently cupped beneath your jaw as he pushed his thumb further back into your mouth. He bit his lip, watching as drool slipped down your chin. "You're such a slut.. doing everything I say.."

Slipping his thumb from your lips, he drew you in for a deep kiss. His lips parted lightly, his tongue meeting with yours, his hand sliding from your chin to your neck while his other pushed you up against the piano's front. A faint whimper met his lips from yours as you felt the wood meet with your back. His hand pushed it's way up your hip, slipping beneath your shirt, coming in contact with the heat of your stomach. Leisurely, his lips left yours as your eyes met once more.

Suddenly, however, an unfamiliar semblance became visible in his chocolate iris'. You couldn't quite get a word out other than a small "Hm..?" as you studied him, attempting to unlock the strange secrets that he withheld in his mind. His palm snuck under your chin for a second time, before he finally gave you a glimpse into his head.

"Open."

Your brows furrowed curiously as you looked up at him. Unsure of what he meant, you just stared. His hand advanced to the nape of your neck, taking a hand full of hair, pulling your head back. "I said open." His voice was stern and harsh. Finally understanding, you parted your lips for him, allowing your jaw to widen. Without hesitation, he spat into your gaping mouth, his hand finally coming back to prompt your lips shut. "Swallow." He instructed.

Looking into his looming eyes, you did as he said, swallowing the warm liquid. His gaze didn't falter as he admired you. Suddenly, he pulled you down from the bench, beaming over you. "On your knees." He demanded, keeping eye contact as you knelt before him. The stiffened tent in his pants met your eyes as he took one of your hands, stroking himself with your small palm. The heat of his stiffened length radiated from his trousers into your hand as you looked up to him through hazed lashes. "Sam-- Sir.. I need you.." You begged, looking up to him in desperation. "Well, if you want to be such a needy slut, you're going to show me how badly you really want it." He elucidated.

As he undid his belt, you could feel your panties soaking through the fabric of your leggings. You needed him.. He knew exactly how to work you up, and it infuriated you. Once his belt had fell to the wooden floor, he slipped his pants off. Knowing what to do, you reached up, pulling the fabric of his briefs down, causing his length to spring out just in front of you. A bead of precum settled at his tip as you slowly pushed your hand down his shaft-- a soft groan lulling past his lips.

You knew too well that he would become relentless the second you started, so you stalled, peering up to him as your hand thrusted against him. "If you're going to whine like a slut, you need to show me how desperate you really are." He glared, taking his bottom lip beneath his teeth as his hips pushed forward against your hand. You nodded gently, swirling your tongue around his pink tip. The subtle taste of his substance came in contact.

You eased yourself down onto his length, looking up to him with bashful eyes. He knew better, pushing his hips forward in hopes for more. Sam took a fist full of your hair, guiding you against his cock as he let out another raspy moan. "Fuck-- come on, whore.. You can do better than that.." He grimaced, his length begging for more movement. He began to push your mouth down onto him, his length reaching the back of your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as a minuscule gag pushed past your lips. Picking up the pace, your movements became more fluid, your head bobbing against him. Low groans rumbled from deep within his chest as he began to use your mouth. He fucked himself further and further into you until your nose reached the base of his length.

"Just like-- shit..-- Just like that.." He moaned, throwing his head back. With each thrust, more tears began to fall from your heavy lids, taking him as deep as you could. Watching his shoulders rise and fall with each moan, you watched as he edged closer, drool falling past your lips.

"Ahh-- Fuck!" He writhed, forcing you down against his cock as his warm seed filled your throat.

Pulling away as he finished off, he glanced down to you, snickering at the sight. "Look at what a mess you've made.." He purred, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. "Get on the bench." He commanded, already working to slip your shirt off. As you sat upon the wood, his fingers met between your thighs again, pushing against your core from outside of your clothing. Your hips grinded against his palm while his other hand made it's way to your breast, squeezing it lightly. A whimper fell past your lips as you leaned back against the piano, his lips meeting with your skin once more. "P-Please.. I.."

"You what? Are you getting all worked up?" He teased, getting down in front of the bench. In one swift motion, he pulled your leggings down, slipping them off past your ankles. His lips met with your thighs, slowly trailing kisses up to the lace that traced your begging heat. Without another word, he slipped the last of your clothing off, his lips coming in contact with your throbbing clit.

"Fuck! Please, sir.. m-more.." You droned, your fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue whirled against your vulva, his fingers teasing your slit diligently. You reeled with pleasure, moans and whines escaping your mouth as you gripped the bench. Sam shifted downward, his tongue meeting with your slit as the bridge of his nose pressed against your pulsating bud. Your knuckles became white as you gripped the seat, your head falling back against the piano's edge.

Just as you were growing towards a substantial climax, your master pulled away, leaving you a whining, trembling mess. "P-Please!" You begged, squeezing your legs together. "I was so close.." You staggered, your distressed eyes meeting with his once more. "Please, Sir, I need you.. I can't take it anymore.." Your adjured with ragged breaths.

Sam spat into his palm, slicking himself with his saliva before taking hold of your hips. "If you want it that badly.." He shrugged before pushing himself deeply into you, filling you with his warm length. The sudden pressure caused a sharp cry to leave your lips, grasping onto his arms shakily. "Oh my god.."

His lips met with yours once more, your desperate hums vibrating against his lips with each coarse thrust. One of his hands groped your breast while your grasp on his forearms didn't loosen during his relentless pounding. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as he gripped your hips with an aching hold-- it would surely bruise by the morning.

"That's it, come for me.. Come for me like the slut you are.." He graveled, a low moan bellowing from him as he sharply pushed into you. "Who do you belong to?" He questioned.

Too stunned to speak, all you could let out was a shaky moan. He took you by your throat, forcing you to look up to him. "Who?" He ordered.

"Y-You! I'm all yours.." You sobbed, your legs beginning to shake with each new thrust.

"That's it, doll.. That's it.." He praised, his hand slipping down to circle around your clit. "Come for me, doll. Let me hear you.." His voice trailed, your hands making their way to hook around his neck. With the next coming thrusts, you were sent into a quivering orgasm, your moans bouncing off of the walls as his thrusts came to a slow. Feeling the liquid fill inside you, he rested his head against your shoulder weakly. Breathlessly, You could feel him twitch deep inside you.

Sam slowly pulled out, his hand coming up to caress your cheek as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, his lips melting against yours as he finally caught his breath. He withdrew from the kiss, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders. "Fuck.." A soft laugh left his lips as he admired you through half-lidded eyes.

As you simmered down and relaxed, your fingers ran through his soft hair, slow pants escaping from your lungs. "Let's run you a bath.." He concluded, kissing your forehead gently.

Once you were finally dressed, Sam curled beneath the covers with you, pulling you close. "I love you, sweets.." He assured, pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"I love you more, Sammy.." You endeared, admiring him. Your thumb traced the sharp line of his jaw, unable to take your eyes from him. He gave you a soft, kind smile, his hands wrapping around your waist gracefully, pulling you close to him.

[tvckerwash]

I'm thinking about price again my dudes. like I honestly don't think he was a bad guy or that he had bad intentions. he—like everyone else involved in project freelancer—choose to wholeheartedly believe in the director, and he genuinely thought that an out of the box/unconventional solution like project freelancer could've been the key to winning the war.

I also think that he did genuinely want the best for the freelancers, and that his psychological experiments were not intended to result in the outcomes that they did. I don't think price wanted to see /his/ freelancer agents that he personally hand-picked fail—or continually be put into positions that would result in failure, but, unfortunately, he was at the mercy of the director's whims and a fundamentally broken system as much as the agent's themselves were.

when I look at the way he interacts with wash in recovery one and s6, I don't see someone who is doing what he is solely due to underlying ulterior motives. like don't get me wrong, price didn't trust wash, and the extensive therapy sessions did have hidden agendas, but I think he really did want to see wash up and running again, and he does express some level of remorse over the whole epsilon incident along with south betraying wash and shooting him in the back. but again, unfortunately for price, he's dealing with a man who already had an inherent dislike of people poking around inside his head, who also doesn't want to beat around the bush and deal with all of price's bullshit therapy jargon because he's fine, so just give him a gun and tell him where to shoot.

at the end of s6, price wanted to negotiate with wash and meta, but unfortunately (for the umpteenth time), he was dealing with 3 people who were far past the point of negotiating and already had their minds made up. wash was prepared to die if it meant the destruction of freelancer and the meta, the meta was prepared to do anything he was asked if it would lead him to the alpha, and the director was prepared to continue using his agent's to carry out his personal agenda and eliminate those who got in his way.

then price gets sent to jail, left to rot by the man who he trusted. some years pass and he hears about how a group of colorful soldiers brought the director to justice, and then the prison transport ship he's called home gets hijacked by some mercenaries, and finding himself free (relatively speaking) for the first time in a very long time, he decides he's not taking any chances.

sharkface was doomed to die—price made sure to direct his single focused rage and desire for revenge towards agent carolina, for she had always been an empathetic and deeply caring woman even if she wasn't the best at showing it, and her competitive nature was an easy and obvious exploit. unfortunately for sharkface though, with all of his attention on carolina, that meant that agent washington would fall off his radar, and he would have no problem delivering the finishing blow that carolina herself couldn't—wash is a pragmatic man first and foremost, and he has no qualms about killing people if they pose a danger to himself and those close to him, and unlike carolina he only let's his emotions get the better of him in the field when he can logically justify his actions to himself as being unrelated to his feelings.

locus is a man who has been irreparably scarred by the great war along with so many others, and he has no sense of identity outside of being a soldier. his interest (and subsequent disappointment and anger) over agent washington not accepting him as a fellow soldier is very telling. price wonders what locus would think if he told him that agent washington had been court-martialed and demoted prior to being recruited for freelancer for disobeying orders and attacking his CO.

when locus has a sudden interest in the meta, he decides to take the opportunity to sow the seeds of doubt and open locus' eyes to the truth of his partnership with felix, and how the other man wants locus to stay a broken, mindless soldier when he does not need to be one. after all, price is and always will be a counselor, and while he thoroughly failed at his job in the past due to things that were both in and out of his control, here he sees a chance to do some good and make amends on his own terms.

[mixedmediahmm]

Miserable old men that you think about so much and idolize for no reason>>>>

Also fun fact about the second one it was the last drawing I did before new year hit.

[allieisacrybaby]

📢🚨SAMMY NATION!!🚨📢

if i wrote a super sweet cozy sammy blurb about having a lazy sunday with him and just domestic bliss would yall want that👀

[losfacedevil]

All I want is to swim in the rain with Sammy. The type of rain that brings the humidity and makes the thought of swimming just that much more inviting. Throwing on whatever bathing suits you had at your disposal and running out into your yard with Rosie hot on your heels. The pup rolling around in the wet grass as Sammy took the deck stairs two at a time and wasted no time catapulting himself off the deck into the water with a loud screech of “Cannonball!” You’d roll your eyes at his shenanigans as he surfaced, slicking his now soaked hair back out of his face. A wide grin would spilt his face as he reached his arms up, beckoning you to join him. Lowering yourself to sit on the deck you’d placed your feet in the water before tipping your head back to let the warm summer rain land on your cheeks. A mischievous grin would replace Sam’s wide smile as he slunk over to you and wrapped his hands around your ankles. With one swift tug he’d have you pulled off of the deck and into the water, your bottom resting gently on his arms that were curved under the water. Shock would play across your features as you wrapped your arms around his neck, untangling his wet hair. A soft “Samuel, how dare you.” Escaping you as you wrapped your legs comfortably around his waist. The boyish giggle tinkling out of him causing you to smile bright as he connected his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

[stardustbarbarians]

I need a dad danny idc what but I need something lol

Buckle up, everyone. This is gonna be a doozy.

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"Are we there yet?" the young girl whined, her anticipation being sky high since the moment she found out exactly where they were headed.

Daniel chuckled and checked the ETA on his phone. "Almost, honey."

"Daniel, don't lie to Annalise," Sam chastised, his sunglasses catching in the light of the sun as he turned his head towards the driver.

"I'm not, Sam. We're almost there." Danny pointed to his phone, the screen showing an ETA of 5 minutes.

Sam let out a quiet "oh" before turning his torso to look at the little girl in the backseat. "Are you excited for Disney, Lise-y?"

The little girl shrieked in excitement, her hands clapping together as a smile lit up her face. It caused both adults in the car to smile, Annalise's enthusiasm contagious.

It wasn't long until they were able to find a parking spot and get into the park. The sun was hot as its rays beat down upon their skin, Daniel feeling his hair heating up already.

Annalise was in Sammy's arms, a tiara in her black curly hair that matched her Rapunzel dress. She hadn't stopped smiling since she woke up.

"Ok," Danny started, "where do we wanna go first?" His eyes landed on his daughter, already knowing the answer without having to ask.

"RAPUNZEL!!" she screamed, Sam wincing at her shrill voice right next to his ear.

The two adults locked eyes momentarily. "So, Magic Kingdom?"

Sam nodded, using his free hand to rub his ringing ear.

The three of them walked to the Magic Kingdom, Annalise holding both Sam and Daniel's hands as they both lifted her up into the air every time she would ask them to. Each time they hoisted her up she would giggle loudly, her feet kicking excitedly. Daniel would feel his heart soar each time her laugh filled his ears, a gigantic smile adorning his lips. He would glance in Sam's direction when that would happen, finding a grin just as big as his own on Sam's face.

When they finally reached the location where Princess Rapunzel was, they had to wait in line. Thankfully, the wait wasn't long. While Annalise was a beautiful and lovely child - seriously, an angel that any parent would ever dream of - her patience was not endless. However, her fussiness was worth the way she smiled when she got to hug the Rapunzel actress.

"I love you, Rapunzel!!" Annalise exclaimed as she went int for a third hug. Sam whimpered behind his phone camera, his free hand covering his heart.

"Daniel, get in there," Sam whispered, gesturing with his hand towards Annalise and the princess.

"This is her moment-"

"She's your daughter, Dan. This is your moment, too," Sam reasoned, his attention focused on pointing his phone at the little girl.

Daniel couldn't argue with that. Sam always knew how to argue to make his point.

"Well, by that logic, this is also your moment," Daniel refuted, giving Sam a look.

"Would you all like a picture?" a woman behind them asked. The two men looked at her, noticing she was in a Disney uniform.

"We would love one!" Sam answered, a blindingly bright smile on his face. He grabbed Daniel's arm and puled him towards the princess and his daughter.

Upon realizing that her fathers were joining her, Annalise clapped her hands together and made grabby hands towards Daniel. Unable to say no to her, Danny whisked her into her arms and twirled her around. Annalise laughed boisterously, her tiny arms wrapping around her father's neck.

He hadn't even realized that the photographer had said "say cheese" until after he had kissed his daughter on the cheek, the flash of the camera the thing that finally caught his attention.

"Oh, we're framing this," Sam decided as he looking into the screen of the camera the photographer was showing him. Daniel leaned over Sam's shoulder to see the tooth-rotting sight of him kissing his beaming daughter while Sam and the princess looked on with expressions that told Daniel just how melted their hearts were.

Daniel couldn't exactly argue with that. He wanted this photo on every wall in his house.

"It was lovely meeting you, Annalise! Enjoy the kingdom!" The Rapunzel actress waved goodbye at the five-year-old with a bright smile.

"Goodbye, Rapunzel!! I love you!!" Annalise waved vigorously with both hands.

As the three of them left the princess, Annalise fussed to be let down, wanting to walk. Daniel obliged, letting his daughter roam.

"Don't forget, Jake wants us to get him something from Pirates of the Caribbean while we're here," Danny reminded, turning his head towards Sam.

"We should get him Elizabeth's medallion," Sam suggested, looking Daniel in the eyes as he looped his arm through Danny's.

"Oh, he'd love that."

Daniel felt a tiny hand wrap around his free hand, looking down to see his daughter looking around the park in awe as she stuck close to her father's side. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of love he felt. He couldn't ask for anything more.

+++

If you couldn't tell, I was inspired by the recent GVF Disney sighting.

Hope you guys enjoy!!

@t00turnttrauma @ofthecaravel

[ilyasorokinn]

if you can, a blurb of samuel ersson <3 (free to do what u want, i would just like to read smth you've written for him)

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

whoever sent this in, i love you <3 i still love him even if he didn't take my bracelet lmao

you felt lightheaded as you pulled the balloon away from your mouth and tied it off, "how many are left?" your friend asked from the other end of the couch, tying off her own balloon.

"well, we've got 10 here right now, the ones we blew up makes 12, so only 21 more to go." she fell back on the couch and groaned.

"we're gonna pass out before we get this done." she looked over at you, "they could have done this at party city, ya know?"

"yeah, i'm realzing that now." you sighed.

"you know what? i'll go tomorrow for you and get them done, just so we can stop blowing them up before we die."

"really?"

"really. that's how much i love sam." she patted you on the back, "21 more balloons, 11 orange, 10 black, and 2 3s."

"i love you." you sighed, setting down your balloon and leaning back, "i miss sam."

she groaned, "you'll see him tomorrow."

"i know, but that's so far away."

"get over it." she tossed a pillow in your direction, which you caught and then promptly threw back at her.

the next day after work, you got home to find all the balloons already in your apartment. you shot your friend a quick text then set them up in the way you thought looked nice.

you set up the birthday banner and hung it up, then brought the cake out of the fridge and set it up, centering it with all the gifts you got for sam around it. you then ordered sam's favorite food and waited for him to get home.

a few hours later, you had dug into the food already, but you heard the lock turn and your head whipped over just in time to see sam coming through the door.

"your home!" you jumped off the couch and ran over to greet him. he smiled, catching you when you jumped into his arms, "happy birthday."

"thank you, love." he hummed, running a soothing hand up and down your back, "i missed you."

"i missed you, too." you pulled away and looked at him, brushing a stray piece of hair out of his face, "i got you some stuff."

"what kind of stuff?" he asked, setting you down on the ground. you grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen where he finally caught a glimpse of the banner and all 33 balloons hanging up, "whoa." he let out a chuckle.

"happy birthday, sammy." you kissed his cheek.

"thank you." he hummed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you took the cake out and pressed a candle into it, lighting it for him.

you smiled as you sang to him, enjoying the bashful look on his face. he blew it out with a smile on his face when you cheered for him. once the cake was cut into, you watched him open his gifts.

"just some small things because i got you one big thing but it hasn't arrived yet."

"y/n..." he sighed.

"stop, you literally got me concert tickets, so one big thing is acceptable." you playfully glared at him, watching him open the gift. he smiled and profusely thanked you when he opened each gift, a simple pair of cufflinks with his initals, a new hoodie that he had been eying for a while, and a few gag gifts. a shirt with your face on it and a pin that read 'i <3 my gf!' that he immediately put on his backpack.

"open the envelope," you told him, pushing it towards him. he opened it with a raised brow and a confused look. he opened it and read what it said before looking up at you with wideeyes.

"are you serious?" he asked.

"yeah, trips planned for off-season." you smiled with a nod, a smile on your face at the excitement on his, "we're going to sweden!" you cheered.

"oh, my god!" he jumped up and picked you up, spinning you around. you laughed, wrapping your arms around him tighter, "this is insane!"

"you've been talking abot going home, and i know we didn't get to go to sweden this summer, so we're going next year. i planned the whole thing with your family already."

"i love you." he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead as you hugged you tight.

"i love you, too." you hummed happily.

requests are open!

[jankandjonch]

Angel Heart

this is self indulgent and definitely not everyone's cup of tea :)

happy birthday sweetpea <3

words: ~800 content warnings: nonbinary!sam, very soft

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“Oh, hello, pretty boy,” you smirked at him from the doorway of his dressing room. He blushed, biting into the full of his bottom lip and casting his stare to the floor. “Don’t you be shy on me now, baby.”

A grip on his chin has him panting out a breath. Funny. Such a small touch makes him so weak. Samuel is an effeminate man. Very comfortable with himself, and his likes and dislikes. He just so happens to like to be called pretty, beautiful, sugar, sweetheart, and maybe from time to time he likes to have you dress him up and do his hair and makeup. He only ever wants to be so pretty for you. 

“Do you like it?,” he’s bashful, even after all this time. Even though he knows you accept him and all that he is.

“I love it, sweet baby. Jenn did so good,” you run your thumb across the top of his cheekbone where just a bit of highlighter sat. Admiring the gold eyeshadow, gold eyeliner, and gold rhinestone combo he was sporting. “Is that color?,” your thumb tugged on his bottom lip that was a bit more blush than usual, lingering with it pulled down as he nodded, looking up at you so sweet and shy.

“It’s that stain you like, I borrowed it from your purse, ’s that okay?,” his voice was gentle and easy, oh how you loved when he was like this.

“Yes baby doll, you know what’s mine is yours,” he nuzzled further into your hand as it still rested against his face. “You feeling soft?” It was a word with different meaning than some might think, especially outsides. He nodded against your hand, turning his neck to press a kiss to your wrist.

“Feel small,” he mutters into the skin there.

“Just have to make it through the show honey, and we can lay in bed, okay?,” while you had hoped to get to ravish him in this makeup look, wanting to see it run down his reddened cheeks as he broke into sweat and tears for you, you knew that wasn’t tonight’s destination.

~

Sam had never vocalized it to anyone before you, not even his brothers, his mother, his dearest friend Daniel. No one knew his brain the way he let you know it. You are always so proud of him, but never more than the night he finally spoke the words to you. “Nonbinary” was a word he wasn’t sure his use of. He just knew that he felt okay looking pretty. He knew that from behind when his long hair and the soft, gentle curves of his waist and bubble shaped rear got him misgendered - well, maybe it wasn’t such a miss after all.

“I think, I think I’m just okay. Being. Human. I don’t think, well I know it does for so many people, but not to me, well, yeah, I don’t think it matters to me, man or woman,” his cheeks were the brightest shade of red humanly possible, and he had been crying for some time to you already that night, this topic bringing such strong emotions out of him. “I’m just me. I don’t think I care what anyone else perceives that as.”

“For the record, the only thing I perceive that as is just fucking right,” you smiled big at him, showing him your full acceptance of his every word, pulling him and his full weight up on top of you in a bear hug. “You’re the prettiest, Sammy. The most handsome, the gentlest, the toughest, the sweetest sugar.”

“Mmm, like that,” he nuzzled down into your neck. “Can you call me those things? Is that okay?”

“What, honey?,” you ran your fingers into his hair, adjusting his head so you could find his eyes as he rested on your shoulder.

“Just. Anything…. girly. I like it, it makes me feel… small. In a good way,” he hid away again into the side of your neck.

“All you have to do is tell me what you prefer at that moment and I will always call you what you want. When you feel small I’ll call you my pretty baby. When you feel soft I’ll suck your tits,” dropping a light pinch to his nipple, “and call you my beautiful girlfriend. I’ll give you anything Sammy.”

You left him breathless that day. To accept him exactly as he is, to never let him shy away from himself or you, his true personality or identity. 

~

“You love me so good,” the same words he’d muttered to you that night, fell from his lips tonight.

“You are very easy to love, my angel heart.”

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

On tonight’s installment of Greta Van Fleet as ____ songs (because I think I’m gonna make this an official series), we have:

Greta Van Fleet as R5 Songs:

(Sam would be disgusted, but idc).

Jake:

(I Can’t) Forget About You

Cali Girls

Heart Made Up On You

One Last Dance

Josh:

Here Comes Forever

Let’s Not Be Alone Tonight

Fallin’ for You

Smile

Sam:

Ain’t No Way We’re Goin’ Home

I Want U Bad

Did You Have Your Fun?

I Know You Got Away

Danny:

Loud

Dark Side

Lightning Strikes

If I Can’t Be With You

[idontplaytrack]

Prompt idea- Regina tells everyone at the party she is in love with Janis when she is drunk and she publicly apologizes to Janis but she is with Aaron and he is a dick about it. Janis defends Regina.

The One That Got Away

Regina George x Aaron Samuels(ft. Janis + Damian, Gretchen and Karen)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, coarse language, angst

Regina drunkenly admits that Janis is the one that got away. Aaron’s not happy about it

They were all gathered at Regina’s for a hangout, after having not seen each other in weeks, some haven’t seen each other in months. College was great, but also incredibly busy. Now that the whole gang was on spring break, well, they could all finally take a break.

Regina was already tipsy when the rest of the bunch started to arrive, and were subsequently met with a very stressed out Aaron. “Dear Lord, you didn’t want to wait for us before you got started?” Damian grumbled.

“My house. My rules.” Regina laughs. Damian squints at her, then at Aaron, “Man, good luck dealing with that tonight.”

“You guys will be here awhile.” He lets out a laugh, “So…I won’t have to worry about that for a few hours.”

The bunch started off their night with card games, then board games, then puzzles. All of them gradually started losing focus from the games and started getting absolutely wasted. The puzzle pieces were soon abandoned, and chatter filled the spacious room.

“Guys, remember when I made fun of Janis?” Regina asks aloud, causing all of them to just collectively fall silent.

“Babe, what— I don’t think you should be bringing that up right now.” Aaron chimed in.

“Why not?” The blonde asks, “I want…to apologise.”

“Regina.” Aaron sighs, fighting back an eye-roll. Janis notices that immediately, glaring at him very not-subtly. “No, let her talk.” Janis spoke up, “Why shouldn’t she bring that up? She has a good reason to.”

“It’s old news.”

“Well, it happened. And not to you, so I think you should shut the fuck up and—”

Regina cracked a smile hearing the profanity, Gretchen and Karen looked at them, worried. Damian was simply enjoying the building chaos but also— worried a little about Janis spiralling afterwards. Gretchen quietly took away Janis' bottle of beer, and thankfully she didn't notice. "It was a fucked up thing to do, regardless of the reason why. I never should've done that, I never should've made things hell for you and lost you as a friend as a result. It sucked, having to figure out who I was while I envied you being so unapologetically yourself. Pushing you away the way I did was no help to either of us. I wish we could turn back the clock and I would've never done any of that. Things would've been so different. You truly are the one that got away. I'm sorry, Janis."

"Seems very sober of her to me." Damian remarked.

"She's drunk off her ass." Aaron scoffs.

Janis huffs, "And what? That doesn't mean she can't speak. 'A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.'"

"Whatever, I'm out. Good night."

"Don't need you here if you're gonna be a dick about an apology to someone I care about, Aaron. Scram." Regina added on. With that, he got up from the floor and left slamming the front door.

Janis pondered over the girl's words before saying, "Thanks for holding yourself accountable. I'm sorry for lighting your backpack on fire. I just felt so betrayed having the person closest to me at that point in my life make fun of me with the whole school. I had no one for a long time, even though I had Damian. i did not like that change...I missed us. Our friendship, what we used to do, how much time we used to spend playing and laughing together. All of that— gone."

"Please, that backpack was ugly." Regina laughs, "Actually I should be thanking you for lighting that tacky backpack on fire."

Janis sighs, then chuckles.

"We're good?"

"We're good." Janis confirms. Regina opened up her arms, approaching the brunette. Janis, though taken aback, still stood up and accepted the long awaited hug. "Thank you for hearing me out, Jay."

"It's what we should have done in the first place. We're moving on to a new chapter of our lives soon...I'm just glad that one's finally closed." Janis swallows her tears, "Maybe you should go look for Aaron—"

"I'll talk to him in the morning. He was being a fucking dick about this whole thing, he can wait. I'm just glad I have you back in my life without all the tension."

Janis allowed herself to smile, though hiding it— poorly. Regina nudged her playfully, "Sit down. Gretchen took your drink."

Janis sulked as she plopped back down into her spot on the floor, "Gretch. My drink."

"I don't think you should drink anymore tonight, Janis." Gretchen frowns, studying her face carefully.

"I'm fine, this is worth a drink, right?" Janis looks at her.

"I guess?" Gretchen squints, shrugging, "Alright, here you go. Slow down."

Janis grins, reaching out to grab her half-empty bottle of Kona beer. "Thanks."

Gretchen couldn't help but smile seeing Janis being so...smiley. "Cheers."

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@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

[blacksmokebarbarians]

How about Sammy getting all excited because you’re giving him a special gift you’ve been hiding from him? 🥰

yes. yes. YES. its his birthday, we've got to do this one.

Preparation had begun many weeks ago, when you first wrote out the plan for how you wanted Sammy's birthday night to go. Fairy lights, dinner on the porch, and of course, his birthday gift! The whole shebang. While you had begun becoming rather reserved and secretive as the days inched closer to his special day, Sam grew more and more anxious to know what was going on.

"Oh, come on, Doll, Can't you just tell me what's going on?" He begged, leaning against the kitchen counter as you made breakfast one day. It was the week before his birthday, and he had been growing rather anxious to know what you were up to.

"You can wait a week." You giggled, flipping the pancakes that sizzled on the skillet.

Well before his actual birthday, you treated him like a prince. In all honestly, you couldn't help yourself. He was always so sweet to you, it was in your natural nature to give him special treatment, even if it was a week before his big day. You made him breakfast, took him out on little day trips, and made sure to cuddle up close to him when the night came.

He groaned gently, his brows furrowed as he crossed his arms. "Could I at least get a piece of bacon for the troubles?"

You shook your head with a laugh, handing him one of the prepared slices that you had already finished cooking. Ever since you had pledge to go vegan with Sam, you had been practicing all of his favorite recipes. You found that cooking rice paper with certain seasonings and syrups grew to taste like your favorite piece of breakfast cuisine.

Once you finished up breakfast, the two of you sat and ate, listening to the record that ran in the next room over. "Is it.. a surprise party with the boys?"

"Nope."

"A camping trip?"

"Nope"

"Is it a--"

"Samuel. Hush."

"Finee." He grumbled, finishing off his orange juice. You admired him as the sun from the window shined down on his tanned skin. How did you get so damn lucky? He was like a dream come true, and you had the pleasure of spoiling him when they time finally came.

April 3rd.

It was finally time. The day started off just as any other day had-- the two of you tangled in each other's arms, a nice warm breakfast, cuddling on the couch. When the afternoon finally neared, you sent Sam out to get some wine of his choice from the store to get a chance to set up. The second he had left the house, you were stringing up the fairy lights, finishing off dinner, and setting up a nice candlelit table for the two of you. You had slipped on your dress just before he had arrived. As you heard the jingling of his keys just outside the door, you stood, readily awaiting his entrance.

As the door finally creaked open, he stopped, looking around in awe. You could hardly tell if the look on his face was confusion or absolute shock. "Happy Birthday, Darling.."

Sammy shut the door behind him, his lips curving into a gentle smile. He could hardly get a word out as he looked around, holding the bottle of wine to his chest, "Baby.." He finally got out. His eyes finally met with yours as he stepped forward. "This is beautiful.. Thank you.." He said gently, his open hand wrapping around your waist, leaning down to kiss you gently.

As you slowly pulled away, you took his hand in yours, guiding him to the dining table which was elegantly set. "Anything for the birthday boy!" You grinned, sitting down opposite of him.

"Seriously, honey, thank you." He smiled, admiring you as you began to pour each of you a glass of wine.

The two of you began to dig in to dinner-- Sam leaning back in his chair out of pure delight. "This is wonderful.." He hummed gently, savoring each bite of his meal. "I'm glad that you like it. I've had this all planned out for nearly a month now.." You explained, taking a sip from your glass.

Finally, as the two of you finished off your supper, you stood, Sam's eyes following you intently. You went to the nearby shelf that held all of his favorite records, pulling one down before setting it on the turn-table. "Music and dinner?" He asked curiously, perking up as he watched you place the needle. "You bet." You hummed, walking over to the table, holding a hand out to him. "Come on, Birthday Boy.." He looked up to you for a moment before taking your hand, following as you led him to the livingroom. You began to sway with him gently to the beat of the music.

"This is nice.." He whirred, placing his hands on your hips gently, following your lead. As the two of you swayed together, you rested your head against his shoulder, smiling wide. He left a gentle kiss against the top of your head, humming along to the tune.

"I love you, Sammy.."

"I love you, darling." He murmured, holding you close. You listened as he began to softly sing along to the lyrics of the James Taylor album. His soft voice vibrated against you as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. As the song slowly came to an end, you looked up to him. "This isn't the last of your celebration." You teased gently. His eyes widened as he whined, "I knew this wasn't it! You've been too sneaky lately.."

You slowly shifted away, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. "What is it?" He asked curiously. You could tell that he was attempting to be contained, but his excitement was about to burst. "Oh, come on! Just tell me already!" He begged. You walked upstairs for a moment, leaving him drenched in suspense. Finally, you came back to the living room, carrying a large box with you. Setting the wrapped box down in front of him, he raised a brow. "You are so devious." He chuckled.

"Go ahead, darling. Open it."

Without any hesitation, Sam tore the wrapping paper from the rectangular box, throwing it off to the side. As he ripped back the paper, a large logo was revealed that read 'Fender'. His eyes lit up as he looked up to you. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Keep going!!" You encouraged, watching as he opened up the cardboard. Once the box was open, he took the foam exterior off, exposing the new tan jazz bass beneath. The gleam of excitement twinkled in his eyes as he picked it up, admiring the new instrument.

"Baby, this is amazing! I've been looking at this one for months now!" He practically squealed, looking over to you. "Thank you so much.. For all of this, Really. I couldn't ask for a better birthday." He assured.

You leaned over, pulling him into a gentle kiss before he escaped away to test out his new bass.

[reidmotif]

my fic + author recs!

i have been suuuper disgruntled by the fic community recently and how casually and thoughtlessly some fic writers/readers seem to be indirectly insulting people’s work. this community and its fics are so varied, and i think they deserve to be appreciated. which is why im reccing a bunch of my fav fics!! please give these writers sooo much love!!

(about all of my recs are nsfw, but some authors mentioned do have sfw fics. please explore and follow the warnings outlined for each fic!!)

“i know your wife and she wouldn’t mind” by @stairain

gotta start out with stairain. i would pretty much credit my whole desire to write fanfics to the fact that i religiously read their whole masterlist a summer ago. they are a fantastic writer, and i love how they captured spencer here. take a look!

“i want you” by @smurphyse

i HEAVILY recommend smurphyse as an author. their series, room 405 is probably one of my most reread fics ever. their threesome and foursome fics are beyond supreme. i love this one shot they’ve written, and i hope you guys do too!

“loverboy” by @sundrop-writes

while i dont think this person writes for cm anymore, their fics for it were fantastic. i love how they captured sub spencer, and i think this is one of my most reread fics ever.

“puppy eyes” by @misserabella

i am in looove with the way this person writes. while i dont have a link to it, “sick love” changed my brain chemistry. sub spencer save me sub spencer save me.

“summer of sin” by @mercy-burning

hoooly shit. if you know me, you’ll know i probably reccomend this fic to everyone i know. i just genuinely can’t say anything besides telling you with my whole heart to check it out. awesome way to close out your summer honestly.

i would love to write blurbs about my love for these fics for everyone, but i fear the post would become too longwinded. here are some links and authors i recommend just as enthusiastically as i did the others above.

@reiderwriter

@foxy-eva

@fortheloveofwonderland

@incognit0slut

@beelmons

@imagining-in-the-margins

@criminalmindzjunkie

@andiebeaword

@reidsrambles

@eideticmemory

@sinfulspencer

@wheelsup

@beautifulbrainrot

@moon-light-jukebox

@gubsbuubs

@minswriting

@golden1u5t

@ginkgo-phyta

@gubler-me-up

@reidbae

@crypticreid

“who’s counting” by @samuel-de-champagne-problems

“behave back there” by @writingmar

“mile high club” by @littlexdeaths

“next to you” by @zombiefiilm

“testing the limits” by @reidsdimples

“follow my lead” by @mismatched-sockss

“welcome home” by @spencerreidenjoyer

“incentive” by @reidslibrarybook

“the very first night” by @writer-in-theory

this request from @donald4spiderman

“malicious compliance” by @aliteralsemicolon

“all zipped up” by @ipseitydelrey

this request from @thedancingcostumeyoungadult

this request from @astrophileous

“scream for you” by @hornyhornyhimbos

“thin walls” by @byersbootyshorts

“just my type” by @reidgraygubler

welcome to the small blurb after where i say something that’s been bugging me. i think it’s corny to indirectly insult people’s work on here. i think it’s corny to imply a “correct” way to write a character, especially in terms of writing about a characters sex life, a sex life that has no canonical basis to it! (i am talking about spencer here, if it is not obvious). i think it’s thoughtless, arrogant and all around odd to engage with that type of behavior. the variety of fanfiction that exists here is such an awesome thing, and i think itd be so incredibly boring if we all thought the same thing and wrote the same thing about the same characters over and over again.

if you’re a writer and you’ve felt that your work has been unappreciated or rejected, or have read something that left you feeling off about your own work, i am very sorry. every contributor to this fandom is awesome. you deserve every flower ever. 🌷🌷🌷

and if you’re reading this and feel called out.. examine that! i make this post off of a general vibe i have examined in the past few weeks. there is no level of entitlement you hold that allows you to dictate how and what people should write.

i say these words with little malice. id like to hope everyone is capable of being a little better everyday, and i hope any amount of reflection can lead to that.

anyway, that’s all ❤️ baiiii enjoy reading!!!!!