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it's not your fault, they're identical.. look at them.

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Remmy and sensitive!reader who misheard him talking with James and Sirius about something/someone and mistakes it as them talking bad about them. Reader avoiding Remmy for days, avoiding his touch and barely talking to him until he has enough and confronts reader who just breaks down into tears instantly

“No I know mate! It’s so fucking annoying!” You hear the words tumble out of Remus’ mouth with full frustration and freeze in the doorway.

He could be talking about anyone. Right?

James pipes up next, “There’s no way they don’t know they’re fucking annoying.”

Maybe it is you.

“Doesn’t seem like it. They’re just always there. Sometimes some breathing room would be nice.”

You’re convinced now by Remus’ words that it’s you they’re talking about and the frog in your throat swells and tightens your vocal cords.

Silently, you wipe the tears running down your cheeks and make your way to the bathroom.

Remus knows you’re home ten minutes after his phone call when he smells your peach body wash wafting through the bedroom.

“Hi dovey,” his words saccharine as he holds his arms open to you.

“Hi,” you don’t walk into his arms, instead brushing the curve of his shoulder as you go to your closet for your pyjamas.

“Something wrong?” He leans back on his palms, worrying his bottom lip as he watches you change in the closet.

You wonder for a moment how he could’ve been so cruel and now pretend like he wasn’t just complaining to James about how much you’re around him.

“Uh uh,” Remus’ alarms are going off and he stands up, walking over to you now that you’re dressed.

“Dove,” he murmurs, hands holding your thighs. “Are you upset with me? Have I done something wrong?”

Has he done something wrong? The nerve of him- and still you can’t find it in yourself to do much else than tear up.

“No,” your breathing is quickly becoming labored and Remus worries that you might make yourself faint.

“Talk to me, baby.” It’s the baby that does you in, all soft and honeyed and sugary sweet when his words earlier had been so harsh and jagged.

“You told James that it was annoying that I’m always in your space.”

“What?” His heart stops, mind whirring at the impossibility of your words.

Sniffling you carry on, “I heard you when I came in-“

“Baby, no-“ you cut him off.

“It’s okay to want your own space, sorry for crowding you before.”

God Remus could cry at how small you sound.

“We weren’t talking about you baby, you have to believe that.” His massive hands are cupping your cheeks robe, keeping your eyes level with his.

“You don’t have to lie, Rem,” Your tears are still tumbling down, nose running while you hold your breath. You have a strange feeling this is going to head into, ‘we should break up’ territory.

“I’m not lying, sweet girl. You can call James now if you think so, but I swear we were talking about Frank and his newest fling’s inability to not be all up in each other’s space every five seconds.”

You blink, “So you don’t want us to break up? You aren’t annoyed with me? Because if you are,” you take a shuddering breath. “I can take it.”

Remus tuts, “There’s not a possible timeline where I’d be breaking up with you. Baby, I swear on everything holy and sacred that I wouldn’t ever think let alone speak about you that way. We really were talking about Frank.”

You sigh, tension releasing from your muscles. “M’sorry,” you whimper, shutting your eyes as Remus stamps soft, sticky kisses to your face.

“Nothing to be sorry for, my love.” Remus kisses your forehead and then your lips. “I love you more than life itself, dove. Not a fucking thing I wouldn’t do for you, yeah? Best thing I ever had.”

Remus spends the rest of the night kissing and holding you, he even calls James up to reassure you that he’d never speak about you like that.

James is aghast you even wonder and promise you that if Remus ever lost his mind like that he’d kick his ass.

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Lawd, I would let this man **** ** ***** *** **** *** ****** ** ** ***** ***** *** * **** **** ** **** ** ***** ******* **** *** ********* ***** *** * ** * ***** ** **** ** ******* ** *** ******* * ** ******** ***** **** ** * **** ******** **** ** ** *** ***.

(Artist credit - @ mar_mar0u on insta)

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yapper

words: 300

warnings: 18+ only, smut, talkative reader lol, female receiving oral, unprotected sex

“and then you'll never believe what hannah did!”

“what did she do baby?” rafe hums his question, focus elsewhere.

“she started dancing with random guys to make him jealous and it worked! he apologized and now they made up and they're back together.” you continue on.

“that's crazy.” rafe says, licking over your clit again, watching as your yapping is briefly interrupted by a gasp.

“i know!” you nod, looking down at rafe who is obediently eating you out while you catch him up on the gossip of the latest girls brunch. “oh, and you should hear about tiffy and her girlfriend. they're so toxic but absolutely refuse to break up.”

“is that so?” rafe asks, feigning his interest as he sucks your clit into his mouth, burying his head further between your legs.

“yeah, tiffy went to her girlfriends work and was being super snobby in front of her coworkers and when i asked her why…” you continue on as rafe moves lower, pressing his tongue into your hole, nodding briefly when you look down at him to make sure that he's listening while his tongue thrusts into you.

“oh, yeah just like that im close.” you tell rafe when he moves back up, tongue flicking over your clit, your tone never changing as you continue to talk, even as your orgasm builds.

“and then we talked about the party this weekend and i guess there's some fight about who is hosting it, and i said-oh, god, yes! right there!” you moan out, hips lifting as you cum, thighs clenching around rafes head as he sucks your clit gently through your high.

“and i said we could throw the party but i guess stephanie really wants to, but so does-” you continue on as rafe rises, wiping the pussy juices off of his mouth before grabbing your hips, sinking his cock into your cunt.

“why can't there just be two parties?” rafe questions, thrusting his hips as you roll your eyes like it's a ridiculous question.

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Enjoy the last bit of summer 🌞🏝️

Art by _Insomniac_RED_ on Twitter

*formerly known as Sleep-deprived-freak

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MARGOT ROBBIE as BARBIE BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig costume design by Jacqueline Durran

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I’m going to be annoying again, Miguel finally shaving his face after a few days of feeling his prickly stubble while kissing him 😭 now being obsessed how smooth his face is.

Domestic Miguel is fr getting to me more

Imma spank you with a chancla If you call yourself annoying once more 🤨

art by @phreakiez on x/Twitter

As much as you loved to latch your lips against his, the raspy and prickly feeling of his growing stubble was something you certainly didn't enjoy.

Specially when he was between your legs, feasting on you.

"Ow, ow!!!"

He pushed away and quirked an eyebrow at you with a confused face

"That... That stubble's gotta go."

He rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to rub his sandpaper textured cheeks against yours. Earning a squeal from you

"Miguel!!"

Your hands tried to bat him away as he nuzzled your neck and it made you shiver at the strange sensation.

"Ya pues!" (Stop)

He chuckled and pecked your lips softly

"I'll get it shaved."

"Thank you-"

"Can't eat my food if you're not comfortable"

Your lips pouted and your face reddened.

"You're just horny today. Go shave, Papa!"

"For you? Always." He rubbed his cheek on you again, but before you could swat him or squeeze his ass, he ran away towards the bathroom.

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He pat dried his face and then applied a moisturizing lotion. Something you had rubbed on him. Of course your skin would be smooth thanks to the cares you did for yourself and for him.

There were days where you'd pamper him, despite his initial protests of him not needing such things on his face. But certainly, having you smother his face in kisses and caress him, after a skin care routine worthed every minute under the different treatments.

Your head peeked from the doorframe and giggled at him scrutinizing his face.

"Ooh, Papa looks fresh."

"Quality inspection, please"

Smiling you sauntered over his freshly showered form as hands caressed his smooth cheeks. Instantly granting him to be pulled down for a deep kiss.

"That's so so much better. Yeah." You mumbled as you pecked his lips. His leg reached for the door and kicked it closed, then locked it.

"You're not going anywhere, Mami."

"Oh no, I am trapped!"

You laughed as he pulled you closer to kiss you, enjoying each other completely.

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I can't, I can't– I need someone to chat at 1AM in the morning for no absolute reason and I've broken up with my best friend of two years... over two years ago.

So, *ehem*, anyways.

Personally, I don't like ATJ for any particular reason other than the fact that he's really hot and in all honesty, I've only heard his voice through his interpretation of Pietro.

Anyhow, I fell into yet another rabbit hole and have been reading about Tangerine lately... at 1AM in the morning when I literally have to wake up at 5 to avoid those stupid car rules-

Yeah, I need to sleep- I can't even remember what most things are called :')

- Rosewood

i remember the first time i watched bullet train girl i was…………….. i was a mess i looked like a meth head looking for fanfics i swear

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I’m sorry, if this sound mean, but is such a pick me behavior

I understand the feeling of not “not being good enough” but posting as a “warning” with “my horrible writing” is just plainly cringy (?)

If you feel like your writing is not good enough to be published then stop posting, your self deprecating thoughts are lame.

Don’t publish things that doesn’t make you happy enough

broooo if i only publish what makes me happy enough how am i supposed to get better? i’m conscious that i’m not the best writer, mostly because i struggle with organizing my ideas in english, personally i think my spanish writing is really good. I put “is not really good” mostly as a note to myself since i like to re-read what i write and sometimes edit it or add more vocabulary as my knowledge grows.

I put that as a warning and I also specify english is not my first language bc I like when sometimes some blogs take the time to address my mistakes

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how dare you... how f*cking dare you?!😟

cheating shouldn't be romanticized!

meanwhile me: *intensely reading AJ cheating fic with a smug lip bite* ohh, papi—😩

- Rosewood

the only way I condone cheating it’s when it’s aj

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diff anon but I support the other's request...

I need smth about atj, the only issue being that i feel bad for thinking about it

and I don't wanna feel bad

but I also do cuz he's married n have two... four? kids

four cuz he "technically" adopted the other step kids

so anyways

pls. i'm desperado. i need... something that's emotional on atj's part

pls i was JUST writing weird shi- about him on c.ai

i'm like in a love-hate relationship with my thoughts about him bc I KNOW I KNOW he's a father and i wouldn't want his kids to suffer but............. like i just find his relationship so disturbing, i can't help it

PLS SHARE BOT THANK YOU

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<3; aaron johnson x reader (i think i didn't use pronouns but it's mention that the reader has a vagina) summary: you know damn well, you horny friends. kiki says: this fits contains unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), cheating kink, the feel of guilt that it's never enough to make him stop, i think this smut it's very light, just trying to keep you fed while i work in the angst. also english isn't my first language so i apologize for the bad writing.

me and your husband.

For the public, having you involved in the movie Kraven with Aaron after Bullet Train was just a normal occurrence, two actors working together more than once, nothing that hasn't happen before and nothing that won't happen again.

For Aaron, it was just his masterplan working. He craved you near him, he needed you there. He couldn't function properly anymore without you, without your body and the way your legs wrap around his neck.

His blue eyes are long gone by now, so full with lust he can not think of anything else. He already made you cum three times before you had to take a shower and attend a date, and now here you are again, seizing the day like you started it, with his tongue inside your wet cunt.

He kisses your thigh softly, his hand behind your knee, his mouth marking every inch of your skin with kisses, smelling your dripping pussy and looking amused at the wet spot on the beige sheets.

"You bought them for me?" He moans, looking at your lingerie next to him, the one he just took off the moment you walked back from dinner, his face buried between your thighs, you didn't. You bought them because they were pretty and expensive, and you could afford them "You look so pretty" He says.

His wife is sleeping in the next room, if you get close enough to the wall you could hear her sleep, which was weird, an expensive five stars hotel with thin walls, you must think they would be soundproof for the price. Or maybe it was your guilt, your senses sharpened in shame, making sure you never forget he's a married man.

But maybe you weren't better than that, but why should you. He wanted you, he needed you and loved you even more than you found him attractive, which was to say much.

"Fuck..." You moan when Aaron's tongue was inside your pussy. His hand grabbing your underwear and placing it on your thigh again, grabbing your skin and the lingerie along, the other hand over your belly, keeping you grounded.

Aaron licks the sides of your pussy, his tongue gently going through your folds, he teases your sensitive parts, hitting the right places, he knows how to use his tongue, and it feels like it has been wasted all this time.

Your moans grew louder when two of his fingers are inside you without any previous notice, moving them in and out, his tongue sucking on your clit and you feel yourself getting lost in pleasure.

"Is this good?" He asks out of breath, a big smile plastered across his face, almost like he thought he didn't need anything else but the sweet scent of your dripping cunt.

Was it good? It was fantastic.

"Hold for me, princess?" He asks softly, your legs curled up while your hands keep them up grabbing behind your knees.

He touches your ass, his hand traveling all over every part of your body, his lips are all over your sweet wet cunt, eating like a starving man, making sure every single drop of your wetness goes into his mouth.

"I need you..." He moans against your folds "Fuck, I need you so much"

Aaron takes all of your release, drinking it all, when he looks up his chin is all wet and a spark of proudness in his eyes.

He doesn't even look this proud when he's on a press conference.

"Keep holding your legs" He orders, taking off his jeans and boxers "Good girl" He praises with a smile when he walks back to bed.

You remind silence most of the times, your words consumed by your moans and whimpers, you want him so badly.

"Please..." You finally find the way to speak, your breath heavy and your heart beating faster than it should when he starts thrusting into you. His right hand holding himself on the mattress to not lay all of his weight on you.

His left hand massaging your breasts, treating it like it was a stress ball.

"Shit, princess" He moans, his eyes closing even if he tries to fight it, he loves watching you. He loves the look in your eyes and how they roll, going all blank when he starts thrusting faster.

"Oh!" You moan, and he smirks like a bastard, enjoying knowing he's the one making you feel like this "Oh, God! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cry, almost chocking in your own pleasure.

"Sh, sh..." He coos "Baby, you're chocking, princess" He chuckles, enjoying your desperation "I'm not even near your throat"

He caresses your cheek with a soft smile, moving slowly down to your throat, applying just the right pressure to make you gasp for air, shutting your moans.

"Don't be so loud..." He demands, it was meant to be teasing, but his voice sounds dominant, his expression is serious and his eyes darkened with lust and need of control "You know Sam is in the next room"

Sam, he doesn't refer as my wife anymore. She stopped being my wife a few months ago, just a few weeks after you became my everything. The air he breathed, not only his wants but his needs.

You feel a warm sensation running through your insides, a loud groan when he lets it out, his cum painting your cunt and dripping down your skin.

"God, I love my little masterpiece" He chuckles, watching your thighs covered by his cunt. "You're tired?"

He asks softly and you nod, his phone starts ringing at the same time you hear his wife walking around their hotel room, you wonder if he hears her.

"Your phone..." You say with your eyes closed when he ignores it and walks to the bathroom.

"Can wait" He says without hesitation.

"What if it's your wife?" You know is her.

"She can wait" Aaron says, it's almost like he doesn't care and a part of you knows he doesn't. "I'll clean you up first, super star"

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this fucks

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ah yes, my love language too

18+ minors dni

f!reader, somno

dom!marc spector whose love language is fucking you rough 🫶🏼

on nights where you couldn’t sleep properly, he would wake up to your exhausted whines and the way you tossed and turned in your sleep in your shared bed

without saying anything he would push your (his) shirt up your stomach with a big hand, lifting the fabric as he pressed warm kisses to your flushed skin, eventually taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue darting out to play with the hardening bud and making you squirm

with you still asleep he would roll on top of you, pushing your knees apart to trail two fingers along your cunt over your panties, a low groan leaving his chest at the warmth emanating from your centre

it wouldn’t be until he had pushed your panties to the side, freed his stiff cock from his pyjama bottoms and started nudging his leaking tip through your folds that you would wake up, “mmh.. marc..?”

“shh, baby, s’just me,” he would whisper, slowly easing his length into your now clenching walls, “lemme fuck you t’sleep, ok?”

you could only respond with another whine as he bottomed out inside of you. once your cunt eased up around him he would start thrusting in and out, his pace building until the slick slapping of his hips against the back of your thighs filled the apartment

dark curls would fall over marc’s forehead as he looked down, watching you become a mess beneath him, garbled moans and staggered breaths leaving your parted lips, your eyes shut and tits bouncing softly from the impact of his thrusts, “nghh.. fuck-k, marccc..”

he was so deep, his balls slapping against the soft flesh of your ass as your cunt gushed around him, your slick coating his lower abdomen and the inside of your thighs. the dark hair at the base of his cock glistened with your wetness and rubbed against your clit each time he pushed into you

marc wouldn’t stop his thrusts as your pussy clenched and spasmed around him, riding you through your orgasm as his tip repeatedly pounded into your sweet spot deep inside

and he would continue just like that, making you finish again and again on his cock, each time making you see more and more stars

he wouldn’t stop until your strained whines and moans faded out and turned into steady, deep breaths as you blacked out. only then would he pull his length out of your soaked and puffy pussy, pressing his lips to your forehead to say goodnight

<3

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sunshine&civilian!reader x grumpy!miguel is my fav ever

thinking about miguel trying to explain all his tech to her (≧◡≦)

oh oh!! this is so cute!!

you’re in his lab, and it’s a little crazy actually. there’s so many spider-people here if they all wore their suit you’re pretty sure you’d think they were all the same.

his lab is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. there’s a million screens, a platform where he sits to work and everything is almost holographic.

“miguel, what’s with all these little bots?” you pick up one of his nano bots, placing it in your palm as you hold it up to his face.

he’s currently hunched over his desk, baby screwdriver in hand as he tinkers.

“qué?” he turns to you and sees the nano bot and sighs.

“these bots? are they baby robots?” you ask and he nods.

“i use them for my suit and some other stuff.” he explains as you set the bot carefully on his desk. “they’re not exactly baby robots, they’re nano bots.”

you nod, “but doesn’t nano mean like something super small? i remember that from physics class.”

miguel sighs, but it sounds more like a laugh he’s trying to disguise. “i guess so, amor.”

you sit beside him again, crochet needles back in your hands. “do you use them for your webs too? and what about if you get hurt? how do they help?” you ask, clearly distracted by his tech.

miguel laughs then for real, “kind of? it’s all connected on my suit. if i get hurt, they adjust to cover wherever is hurt.”

you nod, satisfied with his answer. you only crochet three stitches before putting it down with a sigh. “miguel, what if they fall off your suit when you get hurt?”

he turns to you, wheeling his chair closer to yours. his hand cups your jaw, almost swallowing it while in his hold.

his thumb caresses your jaw and cheek, “what’s with the 21 questions, amor?”

you lean into his touch, “i just worry. i don’t understand all this and i just worry that you might get hurt a lot.”

miguel nods, kissing your forehead as he weighs your words.

“i get it,” he remembers the worry. “i’m always careful,” an exaggeration. “my nano bots can’t fall off the suit. i promise i’ve thought of everything.”

you nod, content with his reply. you stamp a kiss to his palm.

“will you teach me how to make one?” miguel frowns.

“a suit?” you giggle at his confusion.

“no, a nano bot! i wanna make something tech-y.” he sighs, long and lovelorn.

“maybe,” which is practically a yes from miguel and you squeal.

you let him go back to his work after that, you turning back to your own crochet project- a web to tie to your headphones.

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Did u delete the part 2 for doll face honey?

not, i didn't :c I'm working on updating my masterlist already