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i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

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i love your work! could i request hc’s/drabbles for mark, cecil, and rex (separately) having unrequited feelings for the reader? take care of yourself!! 😊

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

ooooooo you guys are about that angsty shit

i fw it

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is a PROFESSIONAL

he keeps his emotions tight and on LOCK

There isn't enough psychological torture in the world that would get him to admit his feelings for you

except maybe the torture of watching you subtly flirt with him

I mean come on, the way you wear your uniform tie a little loose, the way your stockings always have runs in them, you bring him his coffee with a bright smile reserved for him and nobody else.

The two of you have a rapport, engaging in witty banter during the rare downtime at the GDA

You're intelligent and hilarious with a strong sense of conviction, what's not to love?

And he's so certain you feel the same way

So when he asks you to dinner, like a gentleman, in all the correct ways, and you politely decline?

Oh he's hurt, for sure

but he's a professional. He deals with worse all the time.

So why is he still thinking about it?

Why does it sting when you inevitably start dating Anthony from HR

Why can't he bring himself to just forget about you?

your banter becomes stifled, and Cecil thinks he's losing touch just a little

It culminates when you request to transfer branches

He approves the request, of course

He is a professional, after all.

Mark

He's a dweeeeeeb when he has a crush

Like, he thinks he's so slick

talking to Rex about you while you're only across the GotG gym with headphones in

but you totally know

Still, he doesn't care, because you like him too

I mean, c'mon, he's a total catch, right?

He's literally Invincible, and he's also invincible, what's not to love?

He follows you around like a lost puppy, chatting you up about everything and anything.

"Did you in the 2018 adaptation of Sceance Dog-" Oh my god shut upppppp he's such a dork

but he's nice, and is always down to spot your weights

so you're content to be his friend, and this works for a while

Until Mark asks you to come over for dinner

which is fine! You love having dinner with Debbie and Oliver

but you get there and Debbie is putting Oliver in the car, apparently they're going to get dinner elsewhere? She leaves with a wink and a smile

you go inside to see Mark setting up a candlelit dinner

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be here yet-!" He cries, smacking his forehead

"What... is all this?"

"I was going to ask you out, but... I mean... do you want to go out with me?"

You turn him down as politely as you can, and quickly leave the house

Training at the gym is awkward after that

Mark can take a hint, he's not a jerk or a creep or anything

but the moment can't be undone

Rex

MUCH less subtle than the other two

been flirting with you since day one

and you thought he was JOKING

I mean no way he's sincerely that much of a dick (oh but he was.)

so you'd jokingly flirt back

and Rex was like, hell yeah, pretty little thing wants me back

lets go boys.

but it developes, and he REALLY likes you

like he wants to take you on a date

So with some encouragement from Mark, Rex dusts off a suit from the thrift store, nabs a bouquet of roses from someones garden, and is outside your dorm door

"Oh, hey Rexxx....." You trail off, taking in the scene before you

"Y/n! Hey! Uhm... look... I know it, you know it, let's stop dancing around it and go out already!" he presents you the bouquet, thorny and still wet and half-eaten by caterpillars

You don't even have the words

"I'm sorry.... What gave you the impression...? What?" you're so confused, and trying so hard not to hurt his feelings

but Rex is easily triggered, and his face burns red with embarrassment

He yanks the flowers back and laughs a fake laugh "HA hahahhhh.... You- You thought I was being serious!! Bwaahhaha!!!!" He laughs, holding his stomach cheesily, before straight up running away on foot

He doesn't talk to you for three weeks

and after that it's only short responses and quippy, albeit cutting remarks.

"Heyyyy Rex...." You approached cautiously "A bunch of us are gonna watch a movie, do you want to join?"

"I would, but then you'd get confused and think I was trying to make it a date!" He snapped back, running on the treadmill even faster

It would take some time, and a number of rebounds, but eventually he gets over you and things return to some semblance of normal

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True Father-  (Helaena x M! Reader)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴇɴᴀ & ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ/ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ.

It took everything to keep yourself in the good graces of hawking eyes that loomed from stone perches.  How’d it always been when kneeling to pick up a wandering spider, spindly legs creeping over your fingers until crossing the bridge to hers.

The two of you more focused on caring for the bugs and birds that crossed kingslanding to find you.  “She’s an idiot” Aegon would grumble to his younger bother, both still watching the two of you below.

They’d always be watching.  As the years passed and bodies grew to carry smaller ones.  Your hands smoothing over the fabric of Helaena’s gown and the rounded curve of her belly.  Always there and lingering while Aegon slithered away to brothels and Aemond sadly departed for classes.

You would remain with her, even while her siblings grew to hate yours.  “I could never hate you…” her voice soft in your imagination, eyes dancing over the written words of her most recent letter to you.

It the early day when no light from the sun reached the tower you wrote back to her.  Scribbling down on the pages and waiting for the ink to dry before sealing the letter shut.  Packing a bag with toys and gifts to bring and shower the twins with.

Arms open as the small bundles of white hair jumped to you.  “Hello my darlings !” Strong arms hoisting the twins up as they squealed in excitement.  Excitement Helaena could only join as she crept closer in.  The privacy of the woods allowing the soft press of your lips to hers, foreheads pressed close and tired eyes able to rest.

While always loyal to your family the burden of the war grew heavy on weary shoulders.  Declaring for Aegon only if it meant the safety of Everyone for what your mind planned.  Even in the dead of night with another letter being written the sound of thundering feet filled the halls.  The guards at your door ushering you awake as a great commotion filled the castle.  

“What- what has happened !?” Came quickly from you as Helaena came into view.  Jaehaera pressed tightly to her chest as you pushed past the worrying ladies, “they killed the boy…” was all the words she could muster.  Eyes glassy and distant even when meeting your own.  

The night didn’t go much better on as emotions quickly ran high and far higher.  Spending it soothing Jaehaera while Aegon came and quickly broke down.  Perhaps hearing your own screams didn’t come easy as the still room made a mockery of you both.  

Hand in hand, looking over at the blood drenched cradle while Jaehaera slept cradled in your arms.  “We should go” was all that you managed to whisper holding her hand tighter.  

The sack in her free hand almost non existent as quietly the dragon pit was relieved of Dreamfyre.  

Touching down and walking uninterrupted until the black council stood before.  Face splattered with dried crimson and Helaena’s stained hands, setting the thudding sack onto the table.  The dark crown of rubies and sapphire eye spilling out with each head of silver hair in accompaniment.

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hey! I'd love to send a request in, just a few questions first. Do you write NSFW? And do you write for real people? Like actors or band members

I do but not for real people!

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open requests

long time no see! Hello everyone I’m here to announce my open requests!

I plan on dropping some more heat and I need some ammunition to get started. So if you have any ideas or suggestions lemme know!

I do /reader, ships, m/m, m/f, f/f u name it!

I also do fandoms and original works so just lemme know <3

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Sub!Ronal x Male/Metkiyana! Reader

Where the reader constantly catches Ronal(his mate) flirting with his brother Tonowari, and being the jealous man he is, absolutely tortured her with overstimulated sex as her punishment.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering,squirting.

This had been going on for a few nights now.  Hidden under the eclipse darkness at first were the lingering glances and wandering eyes.  Those crystal blue eyes were not dragging down your back, over wave strengthened arms, or over a strong divers chest.  She walked past you with poise and not her usual longing…

Ronal is a beautiful woman that no na’vi or human could deny that and nor could Tonowari.  Even now as she was rounded with pregnancy you still desired her.  A woven top in golden strands sits atop her chest, adorned with mother pearls. It stops and hangs just after the apex of her now- swollen breasts.  Her waist rounded with the warmth of your first child with her belly protruding beautifully.   She looked every bit desirable as she did before and you awed in marvel.  You had managed to win the woman’s heart and had been happily mated ever since, nothing but bliss and endless nights of love and days of endless happiness.  

But something about the way she looked to your clueless brother lit a small fire of jealousy in your chest.  It wasn’t uncommon for others to look upon her knowing she was mated but it was different if she returned those looks.  And this had been going on for a little while now.

Those beautiful lips smiling at him and not you was heartbreaking.  Durning dinner she’d happily take the fish offered to her instead of taking the larger one you presented.  And Tonowari for all his glory was just a stupid as a hollow coconut.  It wasn’t his fault his sister in law lusted over him so plainly, happily laughing along without noticing your withering looks.

But the end reared it’s ugly head when you found your mate with said coconut brother.  His hands caressing her tummy and listening to the stirring of the baby in her womb.  To anyone else it may have been a sweet gesture but it was maddening to you. She was only five or so months along and you were still ever protective.  Despite your busy schedule you always managed to spend lunch and dinner with her.  Massaging her back and shoulders and braiding her hair when she felt too tired to do so.  “I love you…” she’d mumble curled up in your arms as the two of you settled in for the night.

But this would not be that kind of night.  

You didn’t understand how you got over there or how you managed to pull her away, in the snap of an you muttered a quick “excuse me” and you both were off.  Your much larger hand wrapped around her arm with each furious step you took closer to your home.

She says nothing the whole way practically silent until they were stood in the privacy of each other.  

“What was that?” You grumbled looking down at her.  Even in your anger she still looked just as gorgeous, her much smaller form easily stoping at the swell of your chest.  Bright blue green eyes looked up to you from fluttering eye lashes, “nothing my love…” her voice soft and shy.  “Looked like a lot to me” you would say lowly, her ears folding down at your change of tone.  

Her smaller hands came up to your chest gentle palms running along the strong muscle. “You find my brother much more appealing” you continued  taking her hands into your own.  Raising them to your lips to kiss the soft knuckles and skin, the action did not ease her even with your gentle hold.  

“I could never” 

“Then let me ensure it.”

On the sponge of your bed,  you waste no time attacking her lips. Her plush one connecting so beautifully as you kissed her breathless, tongues hungrily lapping at one another as she sucked on yours.  Gasping for breath as you pushed her down onto her back, trapped between your strong arms and her arms coiled around your neck.  

Her arms are everywhere.  Scratching down your back and grabbing at strong forearms, so much smaller and frailer especially now with a belly so rounded.  Even when you separate her blue lips kissed swollen as you take in her beautiful form.  Legs spread around you, breasts heavy with milk, pupils blown wide as she looks at you with the same wanting.

You can smell her arousal from here, eyes wandering down to her ruined loins. She’s nearly mewling with your larger finger pressing on her clit.  Lazily pushing the cloth to the side just feel her heat, coating your fingers in her sweet nectar before bringing them to your lips for a taste.  

“Darling” she breathes watching your fingers dive back down to her core.  Prodding and coating as she grinds against your digits, but you just pull away each time.  Slow and torturous as you watch her tremble beneath you, leaving her clit untouched and pussy empty.  Her breath heavy as she looked up at you, reaching to grasp your shoulders to further pull you along.  “Please, more please” she whined holding your hand still.  Dragging her clit down your wrist, hips rolling and dragging as she searched for some kind of friction.

Her begging like music to your ears.  And for a moment you feel a bit bad for her, with a crack of composure you remove her loins.  Tossing the garment to the side and even removing her top to throw it off as well.

Your cock his throbbing almost painfully but you resist.  Kissing at her neck and traveling the length of her torso.  Kissing each swollen breasts and taking each purple nipple into your mouth.  Running the sensitive bud over your tongue as she pulls on your hair, practically weeping at the sensitivity.

She holds on but you don’t linger long.  Kissing down her rounded belly and caressing the stretched skin.  “Comfortable?” You whispered not wanting to put her in any unnecessary discomfort.  With a simple nod you continued your journey downwards lips hungrily wrapping around her swollen clit. Face Burying in her dripping sex as your tongue pushed through her glistening folds.  

Her legs shaking around your head until you grip the soft flesh and hold her still.  She’s utterly wrecked with her hands pulling at your hair, bucking her hips further into your tongue as you devour her.

She’s crying above you as you sneak a glance, her breasts heaving and face to the sky as her eyes roll.  Your practically ready to cum at the sight of her, cock strained and leaking from its confinements.  Practically falling out of your modesty as your length pushes out from the fabric.  So heavy and thick down your leg as precum drools from the angry head, balls filled with unspent cum as she cums around your tongue.  

Almost surprising you as she squirts over your tongue.  Chin dripping with her fluids as she gasps and struggles just ahead of you.  

“Now be a good girl from now on…”

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A/N: I actually wrote this months ago and just finished today. I might have to do a part two… but I’ve actually never written for a female character or anything like this.

so any tips or suggestions are encouraged and requests are open!

have a good one and don’t forget your umbrella <3

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Would you write gow odin x reader at all?

yeah sure!

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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving.  Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him.  If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help. 

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means.  Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together.  Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.  

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect.  More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together.  And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must.  Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair.  A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him.  Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust.  Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over. 

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess.  Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go.  “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied.  Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses.  Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well.  Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes.  Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

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Do you take shipping requests??? Because I'd like to request some Kratos x (the real) Týr!!!

yes I do!! That would be amazing 💕💕

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Thor/Reader- “A Home Just for Us”

Sum: The God of Thunder reveled in the slaughter of the giants but never wished any harm to you.

warnings: abuse, alcoholism, murder, blood, miscarriage...?, (d0es bad wrting count?)

Thor embraces his affections for you with each fiber of his being. You are his ultimate strength and carry his heart with the gentle touch he lacked from his own family. The family you’d built together was loved and cherished as Sif covered for you, happily allowing the two of you to live without the dumpster fire that could’ve possibly been started.

He had been far off on an assignment for the allfather when he’d heard a rumor about “a woman made from clay.” carved and made in the image of Jörð, Goddess of the Earth. And as the young Thor watched from his place on the river bank he could only marvel in your beauty. The rumors, no matter how descriptive, failed to truly capture a fraction of your golden figure. In this world lightning could strike twice. But for you, the God would make the skies shout their praises without falter. He’d make the clouds part and shower your warm skin with their soothing rain, the water pure and healing for you alone.

You had been wading in the water washing your coiled hair when he’d happened upon you. Melanated skin glimmering under the golden rays of the sun and plump lips parted slightly as you breathed Thor’s stolen air.

His eyes only widened the longer he looked for he’d never seen such beauty in all his long life. From all the realms he’s seen and every type of creature, you were in a league all your own.

“Um excuse me?” his voice was sharp and cracked much to his own personal embarrassment. But you turned to him with the most beautiful smile and when he got closer he could only marvel. Your eyes fluttered beautifully behind long curled lashes as he struggled to find the proper words to say.

Looking back on it Thor could only cover his face in embarrassment as you retold the story to your two boys. Magni and Modi were only little ones when they first heard the tale, the only true story they’d hear about you that they could recall in such detail. Magni looked more like you than anything, his caramel skin and long coiled hair made him your mini me. Modi looked just like Magni minus his shorter, more red hair like Thor’s who adored resting in his father’s strong arms.

But while Magni was your twin he took on Thor’s more adventurous personality, Modi much preferred your more calm and serene aurora and held that same for himself.

Safe in the little corner of the realm the little family could live quietly away from the gaze of the allfather. Where the boys could remove their glamor and reveal their true selves, where Thor could wake up and see his beautiful wife and children safe and happy.

The years went by and the small bubble began to burst. The influence of the allfather spoiling your sons and husband and the rest of the family. Sif told you everything, the verbal abuse, alcoholism, and just overall terrible trajectory things were on.

When Magni came to you one cold afternoon, quieter and solemn you knew something had been terribly wrong. His arms bruised and hair matted with sweat as you held him in your arms. His quiet sobs loud in your ear as hot tears poured from his eyes. Then Modi came crawling to you just days later and hid under your dress until Thor had to practically pull him from you. “Mama! Mother please!” His eyes were bloodshot and teary as he held onto your hand.

That was the last time you saw your boys alive. Modi craving his father’s strength while Magni craved yours.

But it was Thrúd who needed the strength of all of midgard when she traveled home to find you after Thor had fallen off the wagon. The door to your cottage eerily stood alone as a dark crater bruised the earth behind it. The rubble of stones and metal lingering as she took in the awful sight.

When she did find you her shock could only be imagined as she looked upon your awful state. Limply floating in the river amongst the cracked earth and scorched area, the water stained a crimson red as your bloodied form lay amongst the rocks. A long spear skewered through your rounded belly as two crows looked upon you with glowing eyes…

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A/N: I gave up lowkey Writing this its been months since ive wrote anything ive got 4% on this computer- Im gonna just post all my drafts.

ANYWAY dont foret ur umbrella <3

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Hii i just want to ask if you have any rules for your avatar requests

I don’t have any rules anywhere- feel free to request what you’d like

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Hii i just want to ask if you only write m x m?

I’m down to write any pair- m x m is just what I write more often

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uhhhhh 18+ MDNI

Miguel O'hara/GN reader

uhhhhh A-D sorry im lazy.

A- aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Miguel is nothing more than a big house cat curling up to you. It would take some time to get to that point after so many years of anger and loneliness but eventually he’d get there. The man is afraid of losing you and possibly being hurt again himself, despite his fears he learns to cherish you. Grabbing a rag to clean you off then curl up into you. Desperate to feel your warm breath on his skin. And to hear your heartbeat to make sure you were still there.

B- body part (their favorite part of both of your bodies)

Miguel O'hara by my standard is a boob and thigh man 100% It don't matter if you’ve only got some small pecs or mommy milkers he wants em. This man will bury his face between them and just lay there while you run your fingers through his hair. Now them thighs he just loves them. If you both are sitting in a meeting you bet this man is squeezing em. This man has awful anger issues and maybe a hint of paranoia, so anytime hes feeling particularly stressed a quick squeeze of your thigh will help soothe him.

C- cum (anything to do with it) Cum should be this man’s middle name in my opinion. If he’s fucking you prepare to be bent and folded like some origami. When he cums he CUMS. Filling you up and holding you down as his seed paints your insides. Pumping you full until its spilling out and drippin down your thighs. NOW- if youre fucking him this man will beg and plead. Your cock, dildo, fingers, tongue it dont matter. He wants you to stuff him full and ruin him for the next few hours no debate. (I’m gonna have to write a whole new fic to convince ya’ll-)

D- dirty secret (self explanatory) He’s honestly afraid of loosing you and if youre not around he’ll listen to audio of ya’lls lovemaking. Fisting his cock and getting off to the sounds of your moans when anyone could walk in on him. He hopes one day that you do…

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please send suggestions ya'll i need stuff to rite T0T this thing took a month to write and fr fr its straightt ASS- this is a writtig nightmare.

straight BOOTYCHEEKS!!!! i swear ill write a new masterpice- maybe ill write that punisher fic or tat solider boy one...

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Miles Morales x Hobie Brown (Happy Anniversary)

Miles Morales x Hobie Brown

Summary: Dorm rooms don’t allow for much privacy so they’ll have to be quiet (Hobie isn’t) 

Warnings/An: NSFW, 18+, Oral, spit as lube, this takes place 3yrs after ATSV

A/N: never written for these characters or this fandom and this hasn’t been checked but enjoy regardless.

This was turning out to be the most agonizing week of their lives between the mess of Hobie’s universe and Miles struggling to keep up with how school work things couldn’t have been more hectic.  On top of missing their dinner reservations and the few times Hobie actually dressed up was probably the biggest bummer.  “We’re not gonna make it on time” Miles groaned as he dodged a flying taxi before it smashed into the ground some ways away, “Nah don’t worry love we will” said the archaic spider as he landed nearby.

It had been a day of small calls that never seemed to end.  A runaway gecko, an even more violent goblin, and a portal making invisible girl was just the start of this day.  After moving things around and planning this night out for weeks all the plans were going up in smoke; the flowers Hobie bought were snatched up by Mayday, they’d missed their dinner reservation, and  the movie was long since started.  Hobie grumbled out looking at his watch as he chased after the cartoon lizard jumping through sewer pipes and ducking over burrows before catching the slimy thing.

 By then the whole day was over and both of them were irritated and exhausted as they climbed in through Miles’ window.  This new dorm room was still a work in progress and more of a messy shoe box with even thinner walls and quieter halls.  “M’sorry about date night” Miles said as he tugged off his suit while Hobie did so with his own.  With a scoff the older boy flopped down on the beaten up bean bag, his face still a bit sweaty.  “Not your fault love, now stop apologizing and lemme take you out tomorrow” came the brit as Miles just rolled his eyes and clicked on the fan.  Storming off towards the bathroom and getting ready for a shower as much as he loved Hobie, his laid back attitude was annoying at times.

“So you really upset about this huh?” that annoying spider would say as he stood in the doorway watching as Miles leaned against the sink.  The other looked at him with saddened eyes and arms crossed over his chest, “I just wanted to spend this night with you, este es nuestro aniversario y solo quería que realmente funcionara” came his quiet whispers.  

That would always be such a key difference between the two of them.  Hobie never seemed to care enough while Miles always cared too much about whatever was going on.  But one thing the punk spider did care about was the heart of his flower and right now his petals were wilting.  In an instant Hobie had crossed the length of the room gathering the crying spider into his arms, the younger boy’s head buried in Hobie’s shoulder and arms wrapped tightly around the other’s waist.

“Oh baby don’t do that…” came Hobie’s pleading as he rubbed Miles’ back to attempt to soothe the crying spider.  But all his words were drowned out by the sound of the raining shower and Hobie was powerless to fully soothe his lover just quietly letting Miles whimper out his sadness.  “I just wanted a normal day…” the younger would sigh as his tears dried and he looked up at his boyfriend’s pierced face.  Leaning in closer Hobie leaned in a bit closer grabbing his chin and pulling Miles into a gentle kiss, slow and careful as the other melted into the kiss soothing as Miles sighed into it.

Large hands traveling further down massaging those smooth hips scooping the fullness of that beautiful ass, “mmm babe” Miles grinned, breaking their kiss to let out a laugh at Hobie’s teasing.  “What i’m just normally grabbing arse.  Make ya smile” He teased, giving a playful pinch as the attack on Miles began.  Diving in to kiss and nip at the curve of his neck as the other laughed and tried to push him away, “H-Hobie!” he laughed as the other chased him around and out of the bathroom.  The other wasn’t letting up as they sprawled over the walls, up the ceiling, and crashing onto the floor in a heap of laughter.  

“You okay” Miles chuckled as he lay sprawled over his boyfriend's chest “don’t know might’ve broken a bone” Hobie grinned as he looked at Miles' smiling face.  This was definitely worth nearly breaking his spine over worth every second to hear that beautiful melody.  “Y’know I’m real sorry about today, promise i’ll treat ya like a real gent tomorrow” “you better. really wanted to see you dressed up.’

“Yeah well I’m really enjoying seeing you dressed down…” He smirked sitting up a bit and moving Miles onto his lap.  After all this wasn’t the worst position they'd been in or the most compromising, after the mess with Ganke walking in on them and hoping he didn’t dare look up was probably the worst.  Hobie wasn’t too happy with the nerd running their love making and with a hand over Miles’ mouth he continued drilling into that beautiful heat. It was worth every penny even if it meant getting  cursed out the second they were done.   

It wasn’t like Miles wasn’t much better as after a hard fight with a murderous doc he practically dragged Hobie into the alleyway.  Pulling the taller boy by his belt and forcing him against the wall and stuffing that pierced cock down Miles’ hungry throat, cocking on it until Miguel stumbled upon them and promptly sent them back to HQ.  Definitely not their shining moments but pretty tame compared to what they were doing now.

“You know how this place is about noise” Miles said, already sensing where this was going as he felt that cold metal was already poking at his rear.  “After all the noise we just made- I think we’re good babe” came his snarky response to busy staring at the feast that was already growing ready for him.  “Yeah until security comes by and you get mad again-” “I don’t get mad babe just annoyed” “you tried fighting the man with your balls out” Miles sighed as he stood up.  “Don’t believe in censorship” was all Hobie could cum up with as Miles went to sit on his bed.

“What about public indecency?” With a grunt Hobie moved to kneel between his boyfriend’s legs.  Raising a pierced brow as he spit in his hand wrapping his fingers around Miles’ cock, it’s not the best but it works as he continues his agonizing pace.  Miles is already a mess as he reaches a hand down to tangle in the other’s hair as his cock weeps the clear beads of pre-cum.  “Freedom of expression babe” Hobie continues on thumb gathering the fluid weeping from his pearly head to aid in movement.  Quickly finding his rhythm much to Miles’ enjoyment as the pace quickly picks up, His head falling back as breathless moans fill the space between them.  

If Hobie had a camera he’d take a photo of that beautiful face adding more to their growing collection of videos and other captures.  Nothing turned him on more than the pleasure of his boyfriend, especially when those pretty moans filled his ears or when Miles fucked the daylights out of him on a rough day.  Wanting to hear more of those pretty moans Hobie moved in closer the heat of his tongue pressing up to the underside of his cock.  Tongue lapping at his tip before his lips sucked at the weeping head.  Miles was trembling with restraint trying to keep his hips still as Hobie slowly swallowed him down.  Those plush lips spread around his length inch by inch until the head hits the back of his throat.  

“Fuck, babe want me to hold you?” Miles whispered through fluttered lashes as Hobie stilled for a moment.  Already losing himself in this headspace as he relaxed a bit simply just enjoying the weight of a cock on his tongue.  Lazily looking up he gave a slight nod to Miles before shutting his eyes again, dragging himself off before swallowing it all right back again.  “You look beautiful like this,” Miles whispers, tugging at the mess of curls.  Hobie moans at the praise sucking hungrily bobbing back and forth taking a bit more each time. 

Miles is a groaning mess trying to keep his voice down as his hips stutter and he gives a shallow thrust into his boyfriend’s mouth.  He’d gotten a bit more adventures since dating Hobie and seeing this man turn into the poster boy for sluts everywhere was absolutely worth it.  And Hobie is ever eager for it as he stills and opens his mouth just the little bit wider to give Miles some room to work with.

Miles pulls out a bit until only half of his cock is inside his mouth before slowly pushing back inside.  Carefully watching for any bad reactions and when seeing none he thrusts back in, fucking his throat hard and fast with Hobie hungrily taking it with a hope for more.  Spit dripping from the corners of his mouth as his throat his fucked raw with abandon, pre-cum filling his mouth as his throat bulges with each deep hard thrust.  And Miles was enjoying this himself as well “gonna fill that pretty throat with cum” he moaned out forcing his cock down his throat one last time.  

And that was enough to send him spilling down his boyfriend’s tight throat, pulling his face down to the hilt rope after rope shooting down the hot cavern and filling Hobbie’s throat.  Frantically swallowing before pulling off and letting the mess cover his face.  Coating his pierced face in the sticky mess to both their pleasure. Miles nearly falls over his chest heaving as he releases his hold on Hobie’s head.  The only thing better was having his ass filled and cum pouring from his hole as Miles pumped him full and he did the same to him.   Running down his thighs as his hole puckered and twitched with Miles’ cock slapping his sensitive hole.  “Look so pretty,” Miles murmured, pulling Hobie up so the two could share a kiss cum on both their lips as they tangled up in each other’s arms.  

“Uhhh you guys done using all the hot water?” came Ganke’s voice as he stood in the doorway.  Miles nearly jumped from his skin and Hobie was already standing up to go and ring that little nerd by the neck.  The shower all but forgotten again as Miles quickly chased after his boyfriend and bestfriend, Ganke didn’t deserve to be Hobie’s next victim and Miles didn’t need anyone else seeing his boyfriend’s dick.  Just another crazy normal day across the multiverse.

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Imagine idea: Homelander/TopMreader

Feeding into this man’s delusions probably isn’t the best idea especially after maternity season, what happens when the homelander needs more than milk to keep himself calm? A baby in his belly from you is exactly what he wants and you’re more than happy to oblige~

solider boy/top male reader: things have changed and “the fags are all over the place” as he puts it. “Babe you’re literally gay?” You chuckled as he grumbled on below you, hands quickly undoing your belt as your hands tangled in his hair. Sometimes he gets a little frustrated and a quick fuck in the ally always calms him down

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-Ghost/top!M reader: “I’m right here, baby”

Reader was put into a nasty coma and ghost hasn’t been the same. Still desperately trying to make you happy even through this long slumber.

A/N: im not one to write sad or dark things and this one really is not to heavy but still beware just in case. I hope y’all enjoy!

edit: this fic includes suicidal elements so please read with caution

“To grieve deeply is to have loved fully.”

But you weren’t even gone your lungs still filled with air, eyes watching through closed lids, and ears perking when you heard his choked sobs.

“Babe, Baby, (y/n).”  The sound of his voice drowned out by the hammering of gun fire and ringing in the air.  Sulfur and smoldering flesh danced along the ground, covering the both of you in its dark loving embrace.  

You couldn’t move only watch through blurred eyes the frantic ones staring right back at you.  Simon had cold eyes, deadly sharp shark eyes.  Eyes that loved you and softened so sweetly when you were in his focus.  “I’m right here, baby,” Simon murmured the rain of his tears dotting your face as you were carried up to the light.  Safe and secured in these trembling arms of your Angel.

“He’s been like that since we got here…” Price whispered to Gaz as the rest of the team watched their crumbling comrade.  The surgery was over but the doors remained shut and the curtain drawn shut, The Ghost never prayed to God for his mercy but today he did.  Not as a monster of the 141 but as Simon Riley, still stained in his blood dried gear curled up on the floor just outside your door.  His trembling hand pressed against the wall almost trying to push through the concrete to reach you.

The next morning nothing had changed, you  wouldn't open your eyes and Simon tried to keep hope.  And as days turned to weeks he continued to stay, living off the cold hospital food and you, your liquids.  

Your muscles started to fade and your face sunk in a little bit almost like how you looked before meeting the 141.  A scrawny guy would never had the pleasure of eating  los vaqueros cooking, raiding Alex’s snack stash, or wolfing down a plate of ribs with ghost for a free meal.

“You look beautiful” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead brining the blanket up a bit higher.  A heavy thing Farah had made and sent over to make sure you didn’t “freeze to death”.

Weeks passed and the ghost was starting to grow weary of this room you were trapped in.  Books stacked high and puzzles glued and hung up for decoration of the room.  Plants grew with flowers blooming just for you, a heating lamp to mimic the sun on your greying skin. 

His lips pressing soft kisses to your own  and everywhere you always liked him to.  

Sometimes pacing, screaming at you when he halted his steps or begging you to just wake up when the days got particularly hard. The rage whispering, and sweltering river of tears of his begging apologies.  Curled up to you wrapping your arms around him as if you’re still truly awake to soothe him.

Seven months, long and and quiet without your laughter to bring his own.  Simon had grown smaller lost weight and shoulders no longer strong enough to carry the world.  You had grown thinner almost sinking into the bed and lost in the sheets until the nurses would roll you over, keeping the bed sores away so the long stillness wasn’t to obvious.

Even then the sores still bloomed and Simon ran another bursting dam of tears into the already overflowing river.

A year passed and when the January dreariness started he brought you crisp mangos that Rudy had grown.  Doting the slices with sweet chili lime and holding the mixture to your nose, letting the juices run down to your cracked dry lips.  

“It’s spi-“

It was a deafening sound like a bursting bubble or shattering glass.  Your weary eyes a shocked glaze as they stared at the widened ones of your lover.  The smell of gun powder filled your nose with familiar smell of iron.  The warm trickle and crimson droplets ran down your pretty face, mouth open and agape in a permanent disbelief.

Simons trembling hands steadying as he crawled into bed next to you, the barrel soft under his chin and burning with the heat of it previous discharge. The fire of it leaving a crisp edge at the new hole in his face, a perfect pair with yours…

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A/N: i don’t even know why I wrote this tbh- imma go write that Price one to make myself feel better