#sarah’s fic recs

[nootqueen404]

LOOOOOOOOORD

(R)ea(D)ting you out

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM Reader

Warnings; oral (m/f receiving), fingering, p in v, squirting.

Summary: You're home alone, reading a book you got recommended by your best friend, and smoking some weed you bought off him. He always had the best recommendations when it came to books, and it was almost a weekly thing where you bought some weed of him and read a book in your room. But only thing different this time, was that you were home alone, and you get a surprise visit.

It was friday night. You laid out across your bed, reading some Lord of the Rings, smoking a blunt. You started reading the books after a recommendation from your best friend Eddie, who said you should read them. He always had great book recommendations. You bought some weed off of him, because he had the best weed in town, even tho he said you never had to pay for the weed he gave you, but how else would he get his business flowing if you got free handouts all the time?. You were about to have a good time just chilling by yourself, getting lost in a world outside of Hawkins. 

God, you wished to leave here once you graduated. You were home alone for the weekend, because your dad got himself a new job, and your mom was with him to celebrate with some old friends of theirs. Your dad was a real big baller. Always up for making money. But oh, the relationship they had made you needy for your own. But being in Hawkins would never get you that far. 

You were so deep into your book that you got startled when you heard knocks at your window. You looked at the window, and saw a figure you knew quite well. You went to open, and he popped his head in.

“Hey princess” he said, before you could say anything.

“Munson, you know my parents aren’t home, right?” you laughed at him. He looked at you and smiled an awkward smile.

“So, I climbed up your window for nothing?” he chuckled, climbing the rest of the way, almost dragging you down with him as he fell to the floor. He held onto your legs to steady him, and looked up at you.

“Whoops” he said, and it made you giggle.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders to not fall on top of him. 

You could see something in his eyes shift, before you realized what was happening. He had a clear view of your pussy in your new lingerie you bought yesterday. You tapped yourself mentally on your shoulder for wearing the skirt he gave you for your birthday one year as a joke. It was very tiny, and barely covered your ass. You used it sometimes when you were home alone and wanted to have some alone time with your toys. Easy access. 

He coughed and tried to sit up, leaning on your window. You helped him up and smiled when he was hovering over you, the lust clear in his eyes and voice. 

“So, I see you’re wearing the skirt I gave you” he said, scratching the back of his neck, in a nervous manner. You twirled for him, making him groan watching you. He got a better view of your pussy and ass while you twirled for him. 

“You like?” you said, facing him and smiling, like nothing had happened. You loved to play this little cat and mouse game you had going on. 

He knew what made you horny, and you knew what made him horny. You’ve seen his stares over several occasions where he looks either at your ass or boobs. He’s never seen your pussy like this tho, so that’s new. 

You were really close, and shared everything with each other. Even the stuff that was a turn on and turn off for both. Whenever you actually got lucky and a guy wanted to get down and dirty with you, he always got the heads up in advance, and always asked you if he did what you liked, or how he was in bed. Most of the time they couldn’t keep up with what you wanted, because they haven’t had a chubby girl before, and you guess they only wanted to fuck you just to have it on their resume or some bullshit. 

“If I like it?” he said, dragging you out of your thoughts, the smirk he had on him was enough to make your pussy throb. You’ve always been attracted to Eddie, but you didn’t wanna ruin anything with saying that you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you anytime you guys hung out. 

You knew Eddie was a perv, but even if he was a perv, he was so innocent too. He never acted on his pervy thoughts, no matter how pervy they were, and he never did stuff with anyone without their consent. You knew, because girls had told you how sweet he was when they fucked. How reassuring he was to them because he wanted to make them feel safe. He was always a sweetheart despite his pervy thoughts. You loved him to death for him being his sweet self, no matter how many times he tried to gross you out for his pervy thoughts. Little did he know that you got wet anytime he talked about choking someone out with either his hands or cock, how he would love to just bend a girl over his desk in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class. Tie up a girl to his bed, and just have his way with her. If he only knew how many times you’ve masturbated to the thought of his pervy thoughts. You’re glad he couldn’t read your mind. 

You scoffed at him, and just laid down in your bed again. You picked up the book, and continued reading as if nothing had happened. And by “accident” you spread your legs so he could see right up your skirt, and see the wet spot on your lace panties. You knew he loved watching girls with lace panties, and after he told you that, the only thing you bought and wore was lace panties. You could hear him gulp, knowing you had his attention. You knew he was looking, but when you looked down at him, he looked away, acting like nothing. 

“Are you just gonna ignore me?” he said, and you could feel your bed shift by his weight. You looked over at him, slowly laying your book down on your stomach.

“Well, I didn’t invite you, stupid” you said, scoffing at him again, and he just chuckled.

“That’s true, but I thought we could have fun anyways!” he exclaimed. 

“What do you mean by fun?” you said, looking at him with a question spread across your face. You could see that his eyes had shifted with lust, and it made you proud of yourself.

He chuckled and laid between your thighs. This was not the first time he laid down like this, but it was weird and kinda hot. You bit down on your lip, and smiled. He looked up at you between your legs, propping himself up on his elbows. You could feel his breath on your pussy, and it made you shiver. 

You were so turned on by looking at him between your legs, especially since he could probably smell how wet you were. You suddenly became anxious that he would think you were nasty or something, and not the good kind of nasty. He just smiled at you, and climbed further up your legs, propping himself so his face was laying on top of your stomach, while he snaked his arms around your thighs, holding onto them. You could feel the warmth of his hands, but the rings he was wearing made goosebumps appear all over your body. Your breath hitched in your throat, and he looked up at you between his lashes. 

Damn those beautiful lashes of his. They were so full, and the way his brown eyes looked up at you? It made you wet all over. 

He inhaled, and very subtly grinned into the bed. You thought he was just laying more comfortably, but he was trying to get some friction off because of how hard he was getting, laying there, smelling how horny and wet you were. He wanted nothing but to dive into your pussy and devour you. He'd heard a long time ago that chubby girls taste sweeter, and he wanted nothing but to try for himself. The smell you gave off, was even sweeter than he had expected. He was hooked just by the smell.  

“I don’t know, maybe, weed?” he said, sheepishly, pointing his head towards the weed you had laying on your bedside table. You chuckled and leaned over to the finished blunt you rolled earlier before you was gonna read the book he had recommended. You lighted it, and took some puffs before handing it to him. He smiled, and took the blunt, inhaling hard, before he closed his mouth and let the smoke fill his lungs completely before he exhaled. 

“That’s some good shit, who’s your dealer?” he laughed, looking up at you, taking another drag before handing it over to you. “He must be handsome if he got this good weed” he smirked, winking at you. You scoffed and pushed his shoulder lightly, making him chuckle. 

“You’re such a dork” you said, laughing at him, taking a drag of the blunt before handing it over to him again. You laid there, sharing the blunt, talking about stuff that had happened this week while you guys were not together. Which was little to nothing tbh. But you had some classes separate from eachother, and you had some curriculares outside of your classes that you took apart from eachother. He told you about his new idea for D&D, and you told him that you wanted to try to work for the local animal shelter in town. 

You ended up reading out loud for him, and he settled in between your legs, laying on his stomach, while his head rested on top of your stomach. He laughed once in a while because he was high as shit, and your stomach made funny noises. You swatted his head when he laughed, making him hardly focus on what you were reading. 

After a while you could feel his hands slowly twist round, so they were beside your ass. One hand of his was resting beside your ass, while the other, he pulled to hold under his chest. But because he was laying so close, he grazed your pussy, while retreating his arm to the position he wanted it. It made you moan slightly by the touch of him, which awakened his interest. He probably felt more bold because of the weed he’d been smoking, because he would never do this if it wasn’t for the weed. 

He grazed your pussy slightly again, making you moan some more. “Oh, so princess likes to be touched?” he smirked, softly stroking your pussy outside of your panties. He sat up to get a better view of you, and smirked. He could see your eyes was filled with lust, and he shifted slightly, trying to redirect his erection in his pants without you noticing. 

“You’re so damn wet already” he cooed, stroking your pussy, making you a whimpering mess just by the touch. “You’ve been this wet the entire time?” he asked, wanting to get you to confirm his unasked question from earlier. You only nodded and moan a bit more, making him chuckle and smirk at you. 

“Such a dirty girl, huh, getting wet for her best friend” he cooed, pushing slightly at your dripping core from outside of your panties. This made you whimper and almost close your legs on him, but he stopped you. He positioned himself between your legs, and smiled up at you. Your hand instinctively went up to his hair, pulling lightly, making him bite down on his lip. 

“Fuck princess, can you continue reading?” he asked you, taking you by surprise. You didn’t know what else to do, but you picked up your book, and started to read. 

He grinned against the mattress, slowly sliding your panties to the side, just looking at how wet he had made you. He took a mental picture of how good you looked, glistening for him, and he could see your pussy tightening around nothing, waiting to be filled in some way. 

He slowly caressed your slit, and it made you whimper. It made him stop immediately, because you stopped reading. “If you stop reading, I’ll stop touching you” he spoke, looking up at you, and you bit down on your lip. “Capiche?” he asked, and you nodded, starting to read again. 

He slowly inserted one finger, moaning by how tight you were just around his finger. He had dreamt about this so often, and so had you. Without any of you knowing how bad you wanted eachother. He snaked his way up to your little bundle of nerves, while pumping in and out of you softly, inserting another finger, making you moan, while he attached his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking, making you moan even more. 

“Mmm, taste so damn good” he cooed against your clit. Making you shiver. No one had ever made you feel so good, by doing so little. But it might also be because of the weed making you more sensitive, or your best friend who you’d been craving for several years being in between your legs, making you feel good. It wasn’t a fantasy anymore. 

Your hand was still in his hair, pulling lightly, making him moan more against your clit. It sent goosebumps through your entire body. You could feel his calloused fingers pumping inside you, while he suddenly stopped, pushed them out of you, and dove his tongue right in between your folds, licking up the juices, while his finger went to your clit and softly circled it. It made you forget how to breathe for a second, and you tossed the book aside, forgetting all about it while both your hands went into his hair. 

“Oh Eddie!” you moaned, pulling his hair. “That’s right baby, scream my name” he cooed you on, while pumping into your pussy again with his fingers while he licked your clit. “You taste so good on my tongue baby” he cooed, making you moan his name even more.

“Fuck Eddie, ‘m a cum” you moaned, humping his fingers, chasing your release. “That’s right baby, cum for me” he cooed you on, pumping a bit faster, chasing your release with you.

Your legs were shaking, squishing his face between your legs, while you felt the warmth build up in your lower stomach. “Fuck” you moaned, feeling your release getting close. You continued to ride his face, while he pumped his fingers in and out of you faster. Your legs shaking more, the closer you were. 

“Fuuuck!” you screamed, pulling his hair, making him moan too, cumming around his fingers and face. You laid there for god knows how long after your release, smiling for yourself. 

“That was fucking amazing!” you breathed, making him chuckle. “I think you squirted baby” he said, looking up at you between your legs, making you look down at him. You could see his entire face dripping with some liquid, and you grimaced to say that you were sorry. You didn’t even know you could do that. He smiled at you, laughing.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t even know I could do that! If I knew I could I would’ve warned you! I’m so sorry for..” you were rambling, and he shut you up by crashing his lips to yours. You could taste the smell of yourself, and it was intoxicating to say the least. Especially on the lips of the person you loved the most. Shit, you really did love him. 

You were kissing for a while. Passionate and hot. Tongues wrestling with each other. But you could never get enough of this. The taste of his mouth on yours, whether he had eaten you out or not. It made you horny all over again. And suddenly you felt it. His erection rubbing against your thigh, making you moan into his mouth. 

“I wanna taste you” you said, breaking off the kiss, making him look at you. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking at you, and you reached down and grabbed him through his pants, making his eyes go back in his head with pleasure. 

“Fuck” he breathed, crashing his lips with yours again while you rubbed him through his pants. You palmed him, and could feel how hard he was. A wet spot of precum where his head had been sitting this entire time. “Mmm” he moaned into your mouth, while you still rubbed him.

“Can I take these off?” you questioned, and before you could react, he was already dragging his pants down with his boxers, and his erection sprung free. You looked down, and your mouth watered just by the sight of him. Damn, he was bigger than you thought. 

“Lay down” you demanded, before he looked at you, brows furrowing. “Lay down!” you exclaimed, laughing at him, pushing his chest lightly for him to lay down in your bed. 

You positioned yourself between his thighs and pumped him a few times. He took one of your pillows and prompted it behind his head so he could get a better view of you. He cupped your cheek, and you smiled, before your lips softly took his leaking tip, licking up the precum, before you opened your mouth entirely, inviting him into your mouth, taking as much of him as you could handle. He moaned, and it was like music to your ears. His hands snaking into your hair. You could feel he wanted to push you down, but he didn’t wanna push you further if you didn’t want to. You stopped, with his dick in your mouth, looked up at him, and smiled, before you took all of him, down to his balls.

You could feel your eyes getting teary, but you didn’t care. This is something you learned made guys crazy when you went down on your previous sexual partners. And you wished for the life of you that it ticked Eddie just the same. The way he writhed underneath you, and moaned made you smile. He reacted just the same as everyone else. Not that you’ve sucked that many dicks, but the few you have, you wanted to make sure they remembered you. 

“Holy shit, princess” he moaned, pulling your hair. “I now understand the rumours” he said, making you question what he meant. Rumours? What rumours? You stopped sucking him with a pop, while you played with his balls. 

“What do you mean?” you asked him, still playing with his balls with one hand, while you pumped his shaft with your other. Looking at him made you wet, because his eyes were rolling back in his head, and his legs were shaking. 

“A few guys had been talking about how you were a god at sucking dick” he said, faint pink running across his cheeks. “And I didn’t believe them” he chuckled, laying his head back, while you laid down in between his legs again, taking his shaft between your lips, licking down the left side of it, before you switched and licked up the right side, making him moan even more. 

“I’m not gonna last long if you continue” he breathed. This made you motivated. You gulped down his dick again, and you could feel him hit the back of your throat. You stilled, looking at him, nodding at him. Taking his hand into your head and helping him press down. 

You took a deep breath before he went to town. He pushed your head down his shaft, choking you, making your eyes water. 

“Fuck, can I cum down your throat?” he moaned, asking you. You just nodded, and that was it for him. 

You could feel the hot liquid shoot down your throat, and his hips stilled. He pumped into your throat a couple of times, before you pulled your mouth halfway off him, making sure you got every last drop of cum that was around his shaft too. 

“That..” he breathed, while you laid down beside him, he lifted his arm so you could cuddle up to him. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten” he laughed, and you looked up at him, smiling. “I’m glad you liked it” you smiled, feeling the weed starting to wear off. 

“Liked it?!” he exclaimed, looking at you. “I fucking loved it, I can never go back to a normal after that blowjob” he said, making you wonder what he meant. You didn’t wanna know the answer to that just yet, so you just cuddled up to him, and he kissed the top of your head. 

You laid there in silence, just listening to him breathing, peeking at his soft dick, smiling for yourself. Victory. You almost wanted to just lay down between his thighs again and just feel him grow in your mouth. 

You felt brave, so you sat up, and he stopped you. “Where are you going?” he asked, holding onto your wrist. 

“Calm down, you’re gonna like it” you smirked, and laid down between his thighs. “Holy fuck” he breathed, looking down at you. “This view is something else” he said, while you shut him up with taking his dick in your hands, licking the sides of him before you took him in your mouth, earning another moan from him. He grew almost instantly, and you started to slowly pump your head up and down his growing shaft. You reached down between your thighs, because you could feel yourself getting wet again. 

You moaned, causing his dick to pulse. “Fuck baby” he moaned, pulling your hair a little, making your head go lower on his dick. You could feel him press at the end of your throat, and you pumped your head faster, making him moan even more. 

Your free hand went between you, massaging his balls, making him a moaning mess beneath you. You circled your clit, while you pumped up and down his shaft. 

“I wanna be inside you” he moaned, and it made you stop. You sat up to look at him, still pumping him in your hand. 

“You sure?” you asked, looking at him, and he just nodded, biting his lip. “On top” he moaned, and you did as he wished. You climbed on top of him, afraid your weight would be a trouble, but he didn’t seem to mind at all while you straddled his waist, feeling his dick press against your clit. You leaned down between you, inserting his dick in between your wet folds, making him whimper. 

“Fuck, I can already feel how wet you are” he said, looking down at you. You inserted his dick slowly, and sat down, pushing him all the way. You both moaned in unison. 

You adjusted to his size, while he grabbed your waist. “Fuck, you’re so tight” he exclaimed, pulling you down for a kiss. You kissed, and he could feel you tighten around him, making him moan into your mouth. 

You started to ride him slowly, just adjusting to his size, before you picked up the speed. You leaned forward, holding onto the wall for support, fucking yourself on his shaft. His hands went up to your tits, groping them on top of your shirt. 

“Can you take this off?” he asked, pulling at your shirt. You helped him take it off you, and the sight of his eyes when your tits sprung free made you moan. He licked his lips, before he motorboated you. He sucked on your nipples, giving them both attention. The one that wasn’t getting his mouth, got his hand, twisting and pulling lightly. You moaned even more, feeling the warmth in your lower belly trying to push through again. 

“‘M gonna cum” you moaned, whimpering by the touch of his rings barely touching your nipples. 

“Cum for me baby” he cooed you on, lifting his hips to meet yours, helping you chase your orgasm once again. Your legs gave in, and he made you roll over on the bed, whimpering because of the missing contact while he climbed between your legs, inserting himself slowly before he started to quicken his pace. 

He pulled your legs up to his shoulders, giving him better access. This way he felt deeper, and you knew he felt it too. The moan that escaped his lips was enough for you to cum. He could feel you pulsing around his cock, and he continued his pace, chasing his own high. 

“I’m cumming, where you want me?” he asked, and you looked up at him, moaning. 

“Inside!” You exclaimed, and he didn’t waste any time. His hips came to a halt, and you could feel the hot liquid shooting its way inside you. You could feel him pulsing inside you. The feeling alone was enough for you to cum again. You moaned with him, before he crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed for a while, but it was no rush behind it at all. He caressed your cheek, and he let go of your legs. Breaking off the kiss, he plopped beside you, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You settled in his arms, and kissed his chest. 

“We need to do that again” he laughed, kissing the top of your head. 

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[ivysprophecy]

Am I Okay? Pt. 1

Y/N's Phone -

[ am i okay masterlist ]

[maraskywalkers]

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[pascalsbby]

CARNAL / 6: DEVOUR

Chapter 5 / Masterlist

Summary: 4.5k, f!reader, dark!joel, dbf!joel, brattamer!joel

It didn’t even feel like fucking anymore. Yes, it was filthy and harrowing, but it was beckoning more than lust, desire. Love? Fuck. You can’t do this love again. You couldn’t shell out your body and not find the pieces to put yourself back together because they've been taken and devoured by him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap, cum eating, car sex, anal play, dominate & aggressive joel, slight stalker!joel, pet names, praise kink, he talks you through it, tells you what to do- the usual pure filth + WAY MORE. This is filthy. Gotta feed you after being gone for so long.

A/N: This is the penultimate chapter. Maybe. I kinda went feral. Love you <3 Let me know what you think & what’s gonna happen to these two.

"I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armor is just skin, bones, only bones. Try to be gentle when you rip me apart.”

- Jamaal May

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You woke up that morning (the second time), around 10AM on Joel Miller’s couch. He was standing at the counter, back to you. His shoulder blades flexing under his thin shirt. His hair was getting long, kissing the nape of his neck. It was curly at the ends, too. Ruffled, reminiscent of hands being flushed through it. Yours. You wonder now if he’d let it grow or would let it meet its end.

Was this your end?

Turn around Joel.

Please.

You started to open your mouth but he spoke up. “Didn’t want her t’see you in my bed.”

He still hadn’t turned, his voice silently echoing against the tiled back wall of his kitchen. It was soft, still commanding in its baritone. He wasn’t angry anymore… couldn't have been. He had already accepted the invitation and stored it away for later, too. He sat a cup of coffee in front of you and sat across from you at his table. He bent down beside you and whispered, “She hasn’t come out yet. I swear to God f’she heard you fucking screaming last night I—“

Sarah’s bedroom door shook closed. She was walking down the stairs now, fake yawning as if she had only opened her eyes seconds before. She looked tired, as if someone had been keeping her up all night. The chair creaked beneath Joel’s thighs as he settled backwards into it, tearing himself away from your reprimand.

Of course he was mad. Delusional. That’s what this was. Sneaking around your best friends house, fucking her dad? And the thing was, it didn’t even feel like fucking anymore. Yes, it was filthy and harrowing, but it was beckoning more than lust, desire. Love? Fuck. You can’t do this love again. You couldn’t shell out your body and not find the pieces to put yourself back together because they've been taken and devoured by him.

He had made a permanent indentation in his bed with your body, fucking you into it, and then he carried you down the stairs and to the couch like it was nothing, right past her door. Like you hadn’t been dripping on the dark hardwood the entire time he carried you here. Like your muffled screams fell silent to other ears.

Fuck.

He would, too— devour you. And you would sit at his feet and watch as he chewed the love from your ribs. “Thank you, Joel. Thank you. Please, more. Take more of me.”

His snarl when he realized it was you. How angry he was that you were making him do something like this; taking his daughter's best friend and filling her womb with himself, in the most selfish way he could think to tie himself to you. But if that didn’t give, then the raised skin of his initials would do. How dare you open that door and guide him to temptation, as if he wasn’t completely releasing himself into it already? Into you. Onto you.

She hit the bottom step and looked around the living room. “You’re up early.” It was directed at you, but she turned to Joel and spoke in his direction, mirroring him a million times before as her chin tilted slightly down— eyes settling upwards. Big, brown eyes beckoning. And then seconds later her face softens and she gives you both the “I’m not fucking oblivious to this” look.

You laid there and listened to them go about their morning, in his safe space. He smiled real big when he realized she was still happy to see him, of course. Why wouldn’t she be? This has been a man who stood between her and anything that could ever possibly hurt her. He was her shield. And it hurt, still. That he couldn’t really be yours. He was undressing you, instead. Taking off the metal plating and throwing it to the ground. And it was hard to remember that this man was years your senior, your dad’s best friend. He was someone who had been following you for months, paying you to defile your frail body for him. He had hunted you down and sunk his teeth into your skin, bone, marrow. His fingers into your mouth and through the desperation of your thigh.

He scratched his way into your life and you let him, because he feels so good. It was so hard to remember that he was not a good man. Despite his reverence to Sarah’s being. Despite the hole he’s dug through your chest.

Joel Miller was a murderer in his own regard. He hunts you out and down, gets what he wants and then serves you a slow, painful, death. You were sure of it.

Why can’t you be a good man?

Why can’t I have a good man?

You ate breakfast together, the three of you sitting at their two-person table. You were in the middle, one knee touching him and the other, Sarah. He felt of fire, every inch of his denim that touched your naked knees. It rubbed against the rawness of last night, where you were looking up at him, mouth stuffed, praying to him. His cock, as it slid languidly down and up your throat. “Birdie,” he whispered into your hair over and over. Fists full of you. A prayer, a question, a deep rumbling.

Birdie Birdie Birdie.

“Birdie.”

You returned to yourself and realized he was trying to get your attention. It dawned on them that he had just called you the girlish nickname in front of his daughter. It was a moment too late, already it passed his lips and christened the air around him. The melody in his voice changed.

Sarah dropped her fork and it rang through the plate, sending fissures through the porcelain as it echoed the quiet room.

“Who?”

“I’ve called people that before. C’mon. Jus’ like I used to call… fuck what’s her name? Hanna. Just like I used to call Hanna, Ladybug? Remember? Jus’a nickname Sar.”

Excuse me?

“You know exactly why I’m upset. It wasn’t just a nickname for her Dad. You know that.”

“Just a fucking nickname, Jesus.” He was angry that he was being questioned. Outed.

Caught.

It made sense they held secrets for each other. Ones that only swim to the surface during fights. You sat at the two-person table, three people deep. You, sitting outside of your body while the real you is turning your head towards Joel, now. Eyes eating into his own, gnawing on the beauty of them. You try to figure out who the fuck Hanna is. If she’s played this same game before, too. How far did she get? How far was Joel’s cock inside of her? How did he find her?

How old was she?

Sarah was quiet during breakfast. Everyone was. You cleaned the dishes and she rubbed them dry, silently beside you. Joel left as soon as the last bit of ketchup and hashbrowns left his plate. He walked out of the doorway and sat in his chair in front of the TV. He turned the volume out and pretended like he wasn’t leaving his girls to figure it out. He would let you do the hard part.

He always does.

“Sarah, I—“

“Do you know who Ladybug is? He didn’t tell you, did he? He didn’t fucking tell you. I knew it. I knew it,” your name passed out of her chest violently. “He got you too, he got you. I to—He promised me he wouldn’t do it again I-I—“

Suddenly she was too worked up for it to stay between the two of you. Joel’s voice carried from the living room as you hurried after her trying to meet him in the middle. Her fingers already pointing in his direction as he walked towards her with his arms out.

“Joel Miller, you fucking perv—“ calling him by his name.

“Sarah. He hasn’t done anything bad to me. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to but I feel held with him. ‘Member the conversation we had? About how you somehow understood that he and I are similar in a way I haven’t been able to find with anyone else. He— he takes care of me.”

She winced, visibly hit.

“I’ll bet he does.” She spat.

“Hey, s’not like that baby girl.” He was begging.

“Get out of my fucking house, Birdie.” She mocked, completely ignoring anything falling out of your mouth.

So you sat down the dish silently and walked towards the door.

You. You were the first casualty of war. Not even him. Never him. He gazed into you, seeing you. Like he usually did, but never said.

“She was my babysitter and she was his little Ladybug, Birdie,” she spit. You were still in a locked gaze with Joel, body halfway out of their front door.

He turned and looked away.

You walked out of the door.

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It had been two months and 26 days since he carved his initials into your begging flesh. A scrappy ‘JM’ slightly sideways, now slightly raised on your inner thigh. You found yourself tracing it sometimes, wondering if you left any invisible marks on him. Probably not. Your skin is pink and soft, new. It has spent its days tucked away against your heat, hidden from the light. From the man who put them there. Whenever you were sleeping that night, he must have invisibly carved himself into you a thousand more times, because your skin is festering in his absence. His fingertips, name, gripping hands, all falling into the creases of him, left upon you. Long ago bruised and now just scabbed over in refusal to let you return to that night.

That’s what I felt like every single time you texted Sarah, “Can we talk? Please?” or, “I am sorry, please let me explain. Miss you.” She never reads them, infact, they never get to her. She blocked you. And that hurt so much more than just leaving you on read.

Suddenly your skin is ripped open again, by the teeth of your own guilt. Of another lie added to the bracket. But alas, you return home, lock the door, and let him free again in the only way you can— by stripping yourself naked and opening your thighs to the light.

It’s easier to hold a funeral when it's your own. Here lies yet another person who didn't save you— who didn’t stick around to see it through. Whatever it was.

You've been discarded before, it wasn’t a new phenomenon. Rather it was one your chest is familiar with— knows the aching well. Although oftentimes you weren’t even left, just sat to the side, unnoticed and quiet. No one had really done you the favor of actually leaving, never really departing; all still loosely lingering around, almost like they were orbiting you. A distant star in the night sky. Then, like a meteorite, Joel. He became your refuge, a far-off celestial body that crashed into yours. Free from the chaos, cradling you in his arms.

He wasn't just a mosaic of broken mass and matter forcibly reassembled; thrown and kneeled like dough. He embodied the resilience of stardust, a reminder that matter never truly vanishes but transforms into something or someone new. Filtered through fingers above to loosen their ties to who they were before, or what. Joel was something before, to you. Maybe on another plane, he was bending you over his knees right now. His hand kissing your skin— Good morning, Birdie. His touch a gentle caress against your skin, with a warmth that felt like the first rays of dawn. Warmth that would completely devour the incessant nightmares. And the truth of him.

Wake up.

Another nightmare.

They never really ended, the fucked up silver screen tucked tightly against your hippocampus, played on and on. They seethed and sang their screamed pain to the night. Bursting out in missing, of emptiness and holiness (not of the Godly kind).

There was a hole, burrowing itself into your breastplate, spreading and grasping for whatever it can grab hold of, inching ever closer to your heart. You screamed his name like it came directly from him, like he planted it there, kissed it on its forehead goodnight, a silent promise, and then walked out the door and never returned. It was kind of like that— his leaving, the absence of him. So your brain held close whatever it still could and replayed it to you every night. It felt like dying. Like wanting to rip-the-wall-open-and-set-yourself-in-there-too, dying. Plaster over yourself and have some professional match the paint color perfectly, so that it's as if you were never gone from him or his room, dying. His ruined sheets on behalf of your body. Rotting.

Joel told you that he wouldn’t clip your wings, not just yet. What had set off the ‘yet’? He was haunting you, now, the whispers of his voice fading more each day. You thought about that morning so much that you haven’t been present in your own, in weeks.

You haven’t painted in weeks, either. They were sitting against your wall in your childhood room, not even able to face the outside world. Just the canvas beside it. A mirror.

You had been writing more though, filling pages of a journal you didn’t even know you had. The cover was foiled, gold and glistening. Water Serpents l, Gustav Klimt, 1907. You’d always preferred Water Serpents II. Where the fuck did this come from?

Sarah probably left it here in the beginning of summer. She came over daily, helped you unpack. Laughed with you. Held you in that way. Took pictures of you amongst your things.

“You’re like… a big girl now.” She said.

You’d always had a poster of Der Kuss hanging above your bed. It moved with you, from your room to a dorm room, apartment, and back. On her knees for him, engulfed in him. Her feet hanging over the edge, facing some other reality. He held her head in his large hands and kissed her Goodbye. Goodnight. Drift softly into the night.

I imagine he stayed on his knees and watched the flowers shrivel. First, the ones upon her dress and hair, then he picked every single flower in the field they graced and watched them shrink and gasp for life, too. But he stayed.

You remember Dr. Andrews, walking to center stage of the auditorium on a foggy Wednesday morning, four semesters ago. It was 45 minutes into a 3 hour chapter titled: Byzantine Frescoes: Life In Gold. “Each work aids final comprehension of the allegory, which represents the mystical union of spiritual and erotic love and the merging of the individual with the eternal cosmos.” That of Der Kuss. Eternal cosmos.

You felt as if you were meant to be with him. Regardless of the rage you felt towards him. How he had just magically been there at every intersection of your life, thus far. How your parents loved him. Sarah. Meeting her again, or the first time even. All synchronicities pointing to the both of you. Joel and Birdie, sittin’ in a tree.

Whenever you felt control slipping, you would write down the words of someone else. Sometimes it was too hard to find your own in the strung-together way you wanted them. But people have been talking, crying, wailing into the night, since forever ago. You found something that stuck a key into your heart and opened it. This fell out:

“I hated him because I could not remain detached, could not remain standing at the top of the stairs watching him depart. I felt myself going down with him, within him, because his pain and flight were so familiar to me. I descended with him, and lost myself, passed into him, became one with him like his shadow.”

- Anaïs Nin, Winter of Artifice

Your pen gave out, stopping its bleeding before you even reached the end of shadow.

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You had been at home a lot more the past couple of weeks, in a perpetual state of ‘no-call-backs’ from jobs and The Miller’s. You hid from arguing like you’d never left. Like you weren’t nearly 25 years old. You listened to wildfire over and over.

“Been home longer than expected. Looking for a job or just gonna stay here forever?”

“Yeah, Dad. No one is calling back. I’m trying.”

“Not hard enough.” He always says it under his breath, not even looking you in your fucking eyes.

Yeah. Not hard enough.

“How ‘bout you ask Joel if you can work for them as some assistant or something?”

You try not to outwardly scoff. “I’m not talking to Sarah right now. Please don’t invite the Miller’s to anything, just for a while.” You knew exactly what was coming up. But you turned to him and looked in his eyes— something you shied away from him most days, thinking that sudden reveal would get your point across. He spoke before you could, again.

“What’d you do this time?” He looked away.

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It didn’t surprise you one bit when Joel fucking Miller, in the biting flesh, walks past you in your own backyard, three months and 28 days later. Eyes tearing into where another man’s hand rested upon the small of your back, rubbing soft circles into your skin. John caught his eye, his fingers releasing from your skin upon Joel’s wandering scowl.

Looks like he wasn’t expecting him either.

John was standing at your side. You decided you’d meet him first, as to not have a reply of the last time you met one of your customers. He actually lived a few houses down, your other too-old-for-you neighbor. How funny. He walked up to you one day when you were getting the mail.

“N’ what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here barefoot? Gonna hurt those soles.”

You decided that you haven’t felt full in a while. You wanted to feel it again, the tickling stretch of someone sliding into you. Even if the entire time you try not to sing the song of another man.

Eh. He fits the bill.

So now his feet (boots) were slowly sinking into the September grass in your parents backyard. He was five beers deep. You, about three or so. Enough. It was the best you could do under the circumstances.

In reality, he came because he thought he might be able to get you alone in the room he’d seen so many times through the computer screen. Smell your sheets, your room, your pussy.

In reality, you just invited him in hopes that Joel would be here. That he would see you around another man and realize the mistake he’s made by not choosing you, too.

You were mid-sentence, explaining what a BFA is to some other neighbor and you felt as if you could hear him growling from across the yard. You would sway yourself just the way you know he liked- especially when your family was involved. Oh, it angered him. That you should be so bold in front of your own father. In front of this man. But he was ignoring you, so why wouldn’t you try and regain his attention?

“Did I leave my wallet in your truck?” John put on his thinking face. “Don’t think so, but here, go look.” He handed you the keys. Coulda came with you at least. You lead yourself back inside and out of the front door. His car is about 4 back. You see Joel’s navy truck a few more back and you catch yourself staring for too long.

As you attempt at unlocking John’s truck, your knees are suddenly pressed onto the footstep, arms spread against the leather seat. And then Joel’s smell is all around. His nose is poking your ear and his gray stubble is poking into your face.

“How fucking dare you? I give you space and this is how you spend it? Stuffing another man’s dirty cock into my cunt?” His back is lowered, attempting to match your height, pointing and spitting about. “If you wanted to be fully stuffed you should have just asked, Birdie. But I get whatever hole I want and he can have whatever’s open. I didn’t know you wanted me to share you, baby.”

You felt full of his voice, even at its melting whisper. You missed bulging full of him.

“I woulda at least ask you not to choose one of my coworkers. Actin’ like a fucking slut.” He whispered the last part, but not quietly enough. “Gonna take care of him later, been wanting to since I saw that you followed hi—“

He was so angry he was giving away his secrets, the way he had still been keeping up with you. You were pulsing.

But… he was looking at you, was paying attention to you. And you hadn’t looked into his soul in so long. You fought against his palm, as it filled the expanse of the back of your head, hair and all. Your cheeks pushed against the seat of John’s truck.

You hear Joel sigh in impatience, then he drops his belt.

He pulls his hands away so he can pull up your dress and he moans as his thumb pushes your thong away from your holes, tickling them. He hooks his thumb in front of you, against the hood of your clit and holds it in place. A constant rush of pressure originating from where his wet finger is pushing. You rut your hips against it and he moans as you breathlessly look up and around at him, eyes widening and eyebrows raising at the feeling of his presence on your body.

“Look into my eyes.”

How could you? How could you possibly focus on the lifting of his lips and his tongue meeting his teeth when his arms were gracing himself, wrestling heavily against his chest, stomach, fully. His cock, long and full. Slightly less straight. A little off. Just like him. Just like you liked it.

He turns you over on your back, lifting you up so that your naked ass meets leather, fully in another man’s truck. He sets you further inside and then looks at you. His cock jumps to meet your gaze and he lets you take it in.

“Been thinking about this.” You try to reach out and touch the veiny girth of it. The heaviness.

“Mm, nuh uh. Not being a very good girl, are you? Told y’ to shut up didn’t I?”

No. And you know he would never. Likes hearing you whimper for him too much.

You scoff and he dips into you in fever, his nose is kissing your clit, unable to get out of the way as his tongue pokes into your slobbering hole. You are every one of his senses. His fingers in your cunt, stretching the soft tissue between your legs. The taste of your warmth on his tongue, pooling. The wetness that got into his nose.

If anyone were to be looking, from most angles it looks like he’s lost something in his floorboard. Until someone moves too closely and sees Joel Miller with his face buried in someone’s daughter's pussy.

He hears something and removes his dripping mustache from your cunt. He then spits on it and lets it talk to him as his veined and heavy cock slips through the cream he’s making of his precum, collecting it with his pretty pink, angry, tip before he slides it back down your slit, covering every inch with himself.

It felt good to sing for him again.

“Oh Birdie, just like that, sounds so good whipping up your pussy’s excitement with my cock, don’t you? Filthy lil’ thing. Gonna make it wetter n’ cover it in my cum, too, okay?”

He reaches down and fingers at your pussy, pushing himself deeper into you and thumbs where you are gripping his cock. He spits down on it. “She missed me.”

“Need you t’ fill me up.”

“Already begging? Don’t wanna get caught in his truck, do you?” He was mocking you now. “Baby girl, that’s just not good enough.”

“Need-need daddy to fill me to the brim with his fucking cum. Let me have it, sir, please. Plea-“

“Show me who you belong to.”

You widen your legs further and let the orange streetlights filling the car shine on his initials.

“There you go baby.” He growls as he fucks his thick length inside of you, letting go as deep as he can as your pussy clenches around his sputtering cock.

He stops looking at your hole clenching onto him as hard as possible and is instead watching his initials in the jiggling fat of your inner thigh. He grabs it, rubs his fingers over the skin.

His thighs are even thicker from this angle. He moans towards the sky but forces himself to look back down, just as his cum falls from his slit and falls down to your open mouth. He lets go of his cock and lets it throb independently, shooting more of himself into his plump stomach. He’s dripping down himself, coating his own skin.

“Uh uh uh.” His voice catching in his throat every single time the skin between his heavy balls and asshole contract and expand, throbbing.

He admires as the cum chokes back out of your tight pussy as he pushes himself in and out, then removes himself. He watches it slide down and kiss your puckering asshole and decides to finger it back into your cunt, tsk-ing at you.

“Gonna let it drip down to your pretty asshole and not even fuck it back in baby? After all that work? Let me do it for you. Relax n’ let me fuck you here, too.” He slides his thick finger into your ass and lets out a low groan as it swallows him.

He pops himself back out, gently cooing praises at you.

“Whose Hanna?”

“That’s none of your fucking business, Birdie.”

“Is that so? Shouldn’t I have a right to know? Am I just another victim of you and your inability to show the fuck up?”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Daddy showing up to your little party and making a mess in your little hole?”

“Joel.”

“I never fucked her.”

You stared at him.

“Get down there and clean up your fucking mess.” You deserved this. You weren’t being good for him, asking questions.

You pulled your dress down as he tucked himself away. He held your hair back and grabbed your jaw, aligning it with his cum on the black leather seats.

“Now lick.”

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I know I’m missing some of you on the taglist, I’m sorry!! I need to come up with a better way of doing it.

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[bellaed1t]

DOES ANYONE HAVE RAFE CAMERON FICS BUT SERIES????

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Who are your mutuals or friends on here – and – who do you want to be your mutuals or friends?

Before I go into this I want to say. If you're looking for friends on here, want to talk about writing, fandoms, couple cannon or not message me! I love to talk to new people. My writing and coming on here has slowed a bit but I'm happy to talk!

It was nice to go through all these and reread some of the stories I loved and see if anything was new.

Mutuals that I talk to often

@polkadotpenguin16 and I talk often. I follow her stories and we often preread each other's stuff. Also just a generally awesome human. If you like Sonny Carisi (SVU) she has quite a few stories out now. And she gives awesome recs!

@chicaotaku17 and I have recently started chatting. They recently started writing for Chicago One. They have started a light hearted HalsteadSister fic if that is your jam.

People I follow & Recommend

I put some of these in another post but they deserve the credit and maybe this will help more people find them! Seriously check them out!

@felicitysmoaksx writes fanfics for Jay Halstead & Kim Burgess (Burgstead) for my followers who found me reading RRR. They also have a wide variety of stories for Connor Rhodes/ Sarah Reese that I love! It's my two favorite couples to read for One Chicago and they are both near impossible to find.

@tropes-and-tales-archives has awesome Sonny Carisi content that I reread probably a little too much. Whistle Down The Wind is probably my favorite at this point.

@bullet-prooflove writes for so many different fandoms and does a damn good job at it. Be warned if you start going through their masterlists you will be there for days. Totally worth the hyperfixation! I go back to comfort read all the time.

@plaidbooks SVU content- you will definitely spend some time on this page before you run out of things to read! Nick Amaro and Joe Velasco got it for me.

@svuwritings SVU mostly Nick Amarou and Sonny Carisi

@itsgrimeytime has great Rick Grimes content but I don't think they are actively posting anymore. Still, check them out!

@crossbowking Some of the best damn Daryl Dixon stories you will ever read. They capture him perfectly. Binge to your heart's content.

@arrowenchantress reblogs a lot of stories I like which introduces me to new authors. I think it's Rick Grimes and Logan Howlett (X-men) content that brought me to the page.

@storiesofsvu has so many fandoms for you to choose from SVU, Chicago PD, Criminal Minds, and NCIS

@fightmewiatch I'm pretty sure that Nick Torres content brought me to their page. But I keep around to read their Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, and Teen Wolf content.

@pascalispretty SVU stories. Sonny Carisi and Nick Armaro. They also have SonnyxRafael if that tickles your fancy.

@angelwings-crossbowstrings Daryl Dixon stories- need I say more. Enjoy

[sammerific]

Fic rec list for @spnficrecfest! This is just a list of some great spn fics I recently read + older reads that I may have recced before on my old deactivated account that I still love. Most of these involve hurt, so I decided to post this on the whump day. This list is mostly gen except for the fics labeled with "Major Relationship(s)."

Recent Reads:

struggle and succumb. by TheQuietWings Major Relationship: Sam/Lucifer (M/M) Major Warnings: non-con, graphic depictions of violence, dead dove: do not eat Summary: There's only so long anyone can fight in the Cage. Sam Winchester breaks.

you could live a better life than you do by TheQuietWings Major Relationship: Lucifer/Nick/Sarah (F/M, Other, Multi) Summary: The arduous process of convincing the devil that you love it.

circle, broken by AreYouReady Summary: A series of conversations and resolutions. Cas haunts the fringes of a new Heaven.

rip your heart out. by sp8ce Major Relationship: Sam/Lucifer (F/F) Major Warnings: non-con, suicide Summary: Lucifer is trapped alone in a time-compressed vacuum, so she muses on her one true vessel who will understand her like no one else ever could.

more than the world by spnworks777 (alexmeg) Major Warnings: major character death Summary: A few simple choices not made, and Dean is left wishing that he had turned around sooner, had never left, had asked him more. Now he's sitting beside his brother in the hospital, his body burned beyond what his chances of survival should have been.

The Darkness Followed by procrastin8or951 Major Warnings: suicidality Summary: "Hell is forgetting yourself and Heaven is only remembering, but all Dean needs is to stop. Never to be what he isn’t, but not to be what he is. He just needs to stop."

What of this is real? by angelszn (artbabe) Major Relationship: Nick/Sam (M/M) Major Warnings: past non-con Summary: Nick feels empty without Lucifer. All that's left is him and Sam.

D'Arc by Xenerik Major Relationships: Jessica/Sam, Ruby/Sam (F/F) Summary: Sometimes she feels like she’s in drag, an elaborate performance, layers and layers. A girl dolled up as a boy dressed up as a girl disguised as a boy, and on and on.

Older Reads:

The Way Back by rainylemons Summary: AU in which Dean gets between Lucifer and Cas, preventing Castiel’s death and eventual return to full-blooded angelhood. In the following months, a mostly human Cas gets a job at Taco Bell, Dean recovers from wounds given to him by Lucifer, and a silent, shell-shocked Sam wanders in from the cold.

The Space Around Him by rainylemons Summary: Two years ago Sam Winchester went blind after an opportunistic infection ruined his optic nerve. He and Dean have since settled down, but Sam's still struggling to learn the difference between adapting and coping. Fortunately, he has an awesome brother, a therapist, a few exotic dancers, and a canary named Phil to help him out.

Head Space by ameliacareful Summary: A witch curses Sam leaving him blind, deaf, and bedridden. Left with only the inside of his own head and the occasional touch, Sam begins to unravel.

You & I by howldax Major Warnings: major character death Summary: Dean wakes up slow. He’s still in the car; he knows that straight off just by the smell of her, the feel of her against his back and thighs. She’s still sleeping, her engine quiet, and the sky is still mostly dark, starting to get orange-yellow at the edges with the upcoming sunrise. For a moment he’s not sure why he’s awake.

Beyond Words by notyouranswer (gorgeouschaos) Summary: Dean said no to Alastair for thirty years. Dean picked up a phone, dialed Bobby, and couldn’t make his voice work. (Dean doesn’t talk, after Hell.)

[runningfrom2am]

omg you should totally read these! (aka, runningfrom2am's fic recs)

hey guys! i just wanted to share a bunch of fics that i've read from some incredibly talented people on here that i think everyone should check out! and don't worry! i'll keep this updated as i find more fics that make my brain go brrrr :)

some of these fics contain nsfw content, so please please please protect yourselves and read the tags! stay safe out here friends :)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 rafe cameron 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

untouchable, by @boneblushed (series)

secret admirer, by @winterrrnight

new light, by @outerbankies (series)

pink + white, by @madelynie

graduation, by @totalswag

don't delete the kisses, by @moonsgemini

you're on your own, kid, by @allsmilesreally7 (series)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 jj maybank 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

revelations, by @slut4drudy

second choice, by @starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies

opposites attract, by @maybankswhore

wedding bells, by @maybankswhore

jj x deaf reader, by @randomoutsiders (blurb)

dying to tell you, by @obaex

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 drew starkey 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

fan behaviour, by @winterrrnight

dinner and sunsets, by @totalswag

make up, by @winterrrnight

green vase, by @madelynie (series)

valentine’s day surprise, by @precioustarkey

mi media naranja (my half-orange), by @r66dus

hellraiser, by @winterrrnight (insta au/series)

trouble in paradise, by @malfoycoffee

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 zach maclaren 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

a beautiful, drunken mess, by @winterrrnight

i'll be there for you, by @winterrrnight

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 coriolanus snow 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

kiss it better, by @venuslore

peace, by @writersblockiskillingme

snow melts, by @bonesandchalamet

money, power, glory, by @kitscutie

snow and roses, by @kitscutie (series)

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 sarah cameron 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

halley's comet, by @madelynie

[velidewrites]

Favourite Fics || A Court of Thorns and Roses

♟️ OUR BODIES, POSSESSED BY LIGHT ♟️ by @iftheshoef1tz

Something ignites in him at the way the weak light makes the water droplets on Eris’s hands glitter, and before he can stop himself, Azriel blurts, “It’s like your entire personality is pissing me off and crowing about chess.”

“Terribly sorry,” Eris drawls, pausing with his fingers still in those thick curls, eyes gleaming. “Shall I fetch you a fainting couch?” (Our Bodies, Possessed By Light, Chapter 4)

You can read Our Bodies, Possessed By Light here!

[rheesestead]

Introduction

“And I'm sick of being sick for this whole fucking place to witness. And I’m living a sick life that most people call privileged. And they’re kinda right but I’m still sicker than I can cope with.”

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I write canon-typical violence and medical procedures, as well as smut and fluff. My blog is 18+ for those reasons.

I consider myself to be advanced literate and write 4-10k words per oneshot. I hope to grow my blog more and interact with my followers!

I’ve tagged a few hashtags that I’ll be using often for their aforementioned things, all my writing can be found within my writing tag.

[marina-nova]

If anyone has fic recs for feysand where feyre goes absolutely feral when something happens to rhys and he’s injured or something pls let me know I am currently nursing a sjm book hangover ty

[midnightpink]

you're already home and you don't even know it

read it here on ao3

Sam’s not leaving this to paperwork. Like he and Bucky are gonna be carrying around whatever medical power of attorney paperwork Dr. Raynor is thinking of while they’re on missions. No, there’s a simple solution here: if next of kin and spouses are the only ones to get speedy and full recognition as the person to talk to when one of them is incapacitated or goddamn dying in a hospital, then he and Bucky are just gonna have to be that. Next of kin is out, there’s too damn much explanation required there, and too much potential paperwork too, so that leaves spouse.

“We’re gonna get married.”

Dr. Raynor stops in the middle of the hallway. “What.”

When Bucky is seriously injured on a mission and Sam's denied any updates about his condition much less allowed to see him, Sam comes up with a plan: a let's-get-married plan. It's only practical. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with feelings, or being in love, it's just for legal reasons. Just a totally practical, partners thing.

by: napricot

Words: 29,652, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Series: Part 5 of best laid plans

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel)

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Coworkers to Partners to Lovers to Husbands, Marriage of Convenience, Hospitalization, Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, Marriage Proposal, Bedside Vigils, Family Feels, Extremely Belated Feelings Realization, it's about INTIMACY

[remuskinniesblog]

are there any tlou fics where Sarah survives the apocalypse & is living in the tlou-verse with joel, Tommy and Ellie?

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

In Other Lands Fic recs

Wanted to recommend some amazing IOL fics and give some love to the writers!

7. The Next Chapter by coslyons

Elliot and Dragons who are full on thirsty for him need I say more? It's actually very sweet and wholesome, Ns extremely funny I really enjoyed it and I am certain you would too

6. Be Bold, but not Too Bold by meguri_aite

Another Elliot dragon fic but this one is from Lukes POV and is very sweet and romantic. It has Diane Wynne Jones energy and I am here for it

5. Yule in the Borderlands by FrenchRoast

Omg this is a delight!!!!!! Nice Xmas vibes and very cute. This fic highlights that the Borderlands is a big place with its own culture! I really enjoyed this fic it was warn and hilarious

4. Gratuitous Hypothermia Prevention Fic by betp

This fic was so sweet lots of adorable Sunbrat and everyone doting on a sick Elliot.

3. All I Want Is You by frogy

Imagines of the residents of the Borderlands could travel to the human world and for the best reason ever! Goldens Bachelor Party! Luke is SUCH. A bird in this fic it's great Goldens friends are PERFECT and it's easily one of my favourite fics it's too funny

2. Elliot Enchanted by @elliotschaferr

This fic is still ongoing and it is INCREDIBLE. The premise alone: Ella Enchanted meets IOL its too good. The author captured the characters voices really well and I cannot wait for more

1. Pick Your Poison by Penndragon27

OK this fic is so good I've re read it so many times cause I can't get enough of it. The writer not only captures the characters so well but had me laughing and crying every chapter. I cannot recommend this one enough!

Feel free to add your own recs as well!!!!!

[mischiefmanagers]

in honor of my azriel fic rec library post almost reaching 2k notes… do we want an azriel fic rec library pt. 2 or do we want a cassian fic rec library next? 🤭 let me know!!

[mlchaelwheeler]

can u please share the byler fics uve read 10+ times??

ok i may have been exaggerating when i said i've read these 10+ times,, but i absolutely adore these (plus a billion more, but i'm trying to keep it short):

undertow - @byeler (beansie)

a dream always the same - sevensided

to hell and back - perexcri

filling the gaps - nfna118

jealousy (turning saints into the sea) - wasabi8000

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) - @blackdeathmamba

love in slow motion - @astrobei

a game of truths - @itsromeowrites

everything changes, what a shame - @andiwriteordie

it's dangerous to go alone - @byeler (beansie)