#MB FICS

[the-lonelybarricade]

What are 1, 2, 4, 5, and 8 from on your top 10 MB moments?

LOL, my top @separatist-apologist moments revisted WITH SOURCES

Ferye stabbing Rhys in the hand, Chapter 1 of The Great War

“I’ll trade you, darling. I’ll answer any question you have if you give me the knife in your hand.”

Feyre hesitated. “Do you swear?”

Rhysand nodded, that lock of dark hair falling against his forehead again. Pressing a golden hand to his heart, he said, “I swear it.”

Quick as a viper, Feyre lunged. Rhysand shouted, unprepared to have the blade of her knife buried in the back of his hand. She’d stabbed with all her pent up fury, all but pinning him to the table by the point of the serrated blade. 

His face was altogether too close when she turned to look at him, those violet eyes blazing with some unreadable emotion. “You never said how I had to return it.”

2. Mr. Fox revealing himself at the altar, Chapter 2 of They Say I Did Something Bad

“Relax,” an all too familiar voice murmured, lips touching hers. She knew that mouth. Elain’s eyes flew open, horror curling through her stomach at the sight of amused russet eyes looking back. He pressed an utterly chaste kiss against her mouth, the sort that would be expected to cement a wedding. 

Elain could barely think as she looked upon his unmasked face. Had he known, she wondered. Panic thundered through her as she drank in his features. His red hair was tied off his face though all she could see in her mind was how it had tumbled over his broad shoulders, obscuring his face from view when he’d settled between her legs. A long scar cut over one of his eyes, hidden the night before in his orange, fox shaped mask. She’d been right to think him handsome—in the daylight and unobscured, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. 

Applause drew Elain back to reality. Lord Vanserra was smiling at her, his amusement practically feline. Brushing his knuckles over her cheek, he murmured, “I’ve been thinking about you, little rose.” She was going to be sick. “You–”

“Smile,” he interrupted, sliding a gloved hand into hers. “Everyone is watching.”

3. Henrietta. Take your pick, but her most recent appearance was in Chapter 1 of Wishing On Dandelions

Lucien could now join her outdoors if he wanted—and he often did, if only to annoy her. Henrietta didn’t like him. Perhaps she remembered how he’d dumped her out here to fend for herself. Maybe he just radiated something the chicken didn’t like. Whatever it was, Henrietta’s feathers would ruffle, flapping as she chased after him and nipping at his ankles until he was far from Elain. Only then would Henrietta waddle back, preening and waiting for Elain to stroke her feathers. 

“She’s a menace!” Lucien snarled one day, watching Elain from the patio, arms crossed over his chest. 

“She’s a gift,” Elain replied, throwing his own words right back into his face.

4. Helion telling the priest Lucien is celibate, Chapter 2 of Slow Daning In A Burning Room

“Nervous?” the bishop, in his arched white hat and flowing robes, cut the most absurd figure in the bright, unseasonably warm day. “It’s not unusual for grooms to be nervous on their wedding day.” “Anxious,” Helion replied in a dead pan while the bishop unlocked the church doors to allow them inside. “He has been waiting for marriage and his wedding night has left him with jitters.”

Lucien choked on the air he breathed. The bishop, too, glanced over at Lucien with a strange frown.

“Well…that is less common but the Lord commands it.”

“He is quite pious and we are very proud of him,” Helion continued, putting a hand on his sons shoulders. 

5. Nudist Rhys begging on his knees, I'll Bet You Think About Me

“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

“Thinking about touching me?” she tried to tease, though her fingers brushed her swollen clit all the same.

Rhy’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Open the door, Ferye. Let me show you.”

She was tempted. So tempted her arm jerked without her consent, her body desperate to know what it would feel like to have his big, broad hands on her. 

Feyre dipped two fingers into her body, her stomach flipping when Rhys practically whined at the sight. Coating herself in her slick arousal, she trailed upwards, leaving a glistening path over her stomach as she toyed with her breasts. 

Rhys looked like he was seconds from falling to his knees, to begging and pleading to be let in. 

6. No pants can contain Lucien, Chapter 1 of Wonderland

“Would you put on pants?”

He scoffed. “Pants?”

“Yes,” she murmured, as if he hadn’t seen her staring at his cock. Did she not like it? Lucien frowned.

“Why pants?”

“Um…it’s just…” more red on her pretty, tanned face. “You’re naked.”

“Yes,” he agreed again. 

“The men where I come from wear pants. And a shirt,” she amended hastily. 

“When I shift, my clothes will shred,” he explained with amusement. “There are not enough pants in the world to keep me clothed.”

7. Rhys wanting to get tacos after helping Feyre murder someone, from the very sexy Is There A Word For Bad Miracle?

Rhys. 

Her accomplice. 

“My name is Feyre.”

He nodded. “C’mon. Let’s get some soft tacos. We’ll need an alibi, right? On me.”

Feyre could only nod. “Right.”

Rhys opened her passenger door with a flourish, hand outstretched for her keys. Feyre handed them wordlessly while Rhys jogged around the back of her little coup, slamming the trunk shut. This was where he’d threaten her, she thought with dread. Blackmail—she’d be trapped with another psycho instead of being free.

“So,” he said, circling away from the docks easily. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the center console. “Are you thinking soft tacos, or—”

8. Bodyguard Lucien calling Elain "Baby" from Chapter 1 of Treacherous

“You need to run,” Lucien told her, looking at the same thing. His hair had come loose from his pony tail, falling in a tangled mass around his face and shoulders.

“You’ll die if I leave you,” she replied, her panic threatening to overwhelm her. “Just stand up—”

“Baby,” he murmured, grabbing her face. “Look at me. You need to run.”

9. Dark Gods Lucien saying "this is hell" from Chapter 2 of I Am Not A Woman I'm A God

“I’m going to fuck every inch of you,” Lucien gasped, his hair creating a curtain between them. “Every inch of skin, every hole.”

She keened, hooking her leg against his ass, dragging him closer the heel of her foot.

“This is hell,” he swore, his clever fingers drawing her higher. She ignored what he said, ignored what he might mean until he reached for her hand. Elain clasped, gasping at the cool metal now pressed against her skin.

10. Feyre and Rhys late to their own wedding from Chapter 2 of Red Earth and Pouring Rain

“Now who is needy?” she whispered when a soft whimper escaped him. Rhys buried his face against the crook of her neck, stroking long and slow. Feyre couldn’t breathe. Pulling his shirt up just enough to dig her nails down his muscled back, Feyre breathed him in, trying to slow the building orgasm pooling in her gut. Feyre had forgotten they were supposed to be getting married right until Rhys, wild and undone in a way she’d never witnessed before, grunted, “We’re going tae be late.”

BOTH bonuses are from They Say I Did Something Bad

Rhys killing Tamlin as a form of proposal - (This was added because I won a bet):

 Lightning cracked over the sky, illuminating the pair as Rhysand’s voice floated towards Lucien, darker than night itself.

“Feyre, darling,” his voice broke, splintering like the lightning around them. Tamlin knelt between the pair, Rhys fistling his hair. “Tell me to kill him.”

Elain admiring her husband's flaccid penis becuase she so rarely sees it that way:

He was half hard, which seemed to be his constant state of being unless he was in deep, troubled sleep. Elain had pulled the blanket back once to look at him, pleased by how soft he’d been. He was so normal that way, as if he had thought that did not revolve around her or being inside her.

Not now. Lucien was watching her study him, halting so he had all his weight on one leg, his cock swinging absurdly between his thighs.

“Stop that,” she complained. “Or I shall get nothing done.”

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[saphushia]

workin out some older!everlasting trio designs (technically dcdp as in it's how i imagine them in the crossover setting) and also control freaks doodling bc i fuckin love that episode <3

[floorboardchompingfridays]

Some Advice For People Leaving Comments on Fanfics:

“I liked your fic”

Nice, but basic and easy to overlook

Doesn’t compel the author to do anything other than take the compliment

Sounds like you might be a bot (ew)

“I am going to eat your floorboards!”

Unique and attention grabbing

Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance

Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)

[imwetforyourmom]

can you do madison x bsf girl reader taking your v?

round two

warnings: oral (reader recieving), fem!reader, swearing, dirty talk, fingering, virginty taking, poc!reader friendly, safeword mentioned but not used

a/n: first time writing female oral, pls be nice guys

a/n 2: writing this made me question my sexuality

not proofread

~

“its okay, ill take care of you.”

madison sat against y/ns headboard with y/n laying between her legs—with being bestfriends for so long, the boundary of ‘too close’ disappeared as easily as it came.

y/n snuggled her head further into madisons shoulder, a small grunt slipping from her lips when madisons acrylic nails scraped gently across her arm so perfectly.

they sat in eachothers embrace, one of madisons hands in y/ns lap and the other gently scraping along her arm while they watched a movie.

the movie only played as a background noise for y/n, the thoughts running through her head too loud and obnoxious for y/n to keep her focus on the tv playing.

the not innocent thoughts, the thoughts you shouldnt be having about your bestfriend running through her mind.

the thoughts came so easily to mind with how comfortable she was with madison, but to be honest, they came so much more easier than they should be with how much she liked her.

these thoughts developed months ago. months and months of just thinking about how pretty her bestfriend was, how nice she was and how bad she wanted to shove her face between her thighs-

again, thoughts she shouldnt be having about her closest friend. but, for now, while madison was here, she’d think its okay for now. since madison really is getting to her, with the soft thump of her heart beating against her back, the light scrape of her nails and the occasional arch of her back and movement of her hips, to get comfortable, of course.

not like she wasnt totally trying to tease y/n on purpose or anything. why would she do that? its not like its sending shivers down to her own core seeing y/ns breathing falter and a bright shade of red sting the tips of her ears.

madison could see how spaced out y/n was, she wasnt sure what she was thinking of but she had an idea in mind.

“what’re you thinking about, y/n?” madison asked, her voice quiet and soft. careful not to talk too loud over the people in the movie.

y/n opened her mouth to speak, she bit her lip while thinking about what to say, what could she say to cover herself?

oh, im just thinking about how badly I want you to fuck me

or

oh! me? thinking about how pretty you’d look with me ontop of you? pshh, never!

madison beat her to saying anything, “me?” she said, teasing her slightly. her nails scraping slightly harder onto her arm.

she turned her head to the side and looked at y/n, a knowing smirk on her face.

y/n laughed awkwardly, taking in a breath and going along with the teasing, just a poor attempt at saving herself.

“if thats what you want, princess.” y/n teased, turning her head over to the side to look at madison aswell, their faces being so close together y/n could feel madisons breathing feathering over her lips.

madison raised her eyebrow and bit her lip, “that is what I want.” she flirted, her eyes looking down at y/ns. earning an immediate reaction from y/n, butterflies growing in her stomach and an urge to lock their lips together.

“yeah? what do you want me to think about, about you?” y/n whispered, her own eyes looking down to madisons lips.

madisons hand slithered to y/ns shoulder and slowly to her jaw, cupping it.

she licked her lips and whispered “alot of things.” before turning her head slightly to the side and interlocking their lips so easily.

y/n immediately melted into the kiss, a small moan slid from her throat as she kissed more passionately onto madisons lips.

madison kept a hold on y/ns jaw, bringing her face impossibly closer to her own, their lips intwertwining so easily, so perfectly.

one of madisons hands slithered to y/ns waist, slipping it under her shirt and caressing the smooth skin, slipping her fingertips under the hem of her shirts every few moments.

madison licked y/ns bottom lip, asking for access—in which, y/n granted, parting her lips and letting madisons tongue explore her mouth.

madison slipped her hand back up y/ns shirt, mvoing it up her ribcage until it stopped right under her boob, how thankful y/n was she chose not to wear a bra.

madison felt y/ns breathing go sparotic under her palm with each reaching hand to her boob, caressing it slightly, waiting for y/n to push her hand away or show any signs of discomfort.

with getting no response from y/n except whimpers and small moans, madison bit the bullet and reached for her boob entirely, groping the skin, eliciting a moan from y/n.

madison sucked in y/ns bottom lip as she pulled away, leaning her forehead onto y/ns, keeping her hand on her boob and its continuous groping and kneading.

“god, you’re so pretty” she mumbled, her hand moving from her boob to very slowly down, getting closer to where y/n felt herself throb.

“can I?” madison asked, her hand hesitantly slipping past the hem of y/ns shorts.

“please,” y/n murmured, her voice breathy but very clearly laced with desperation.

madison did as said, slipping her hand under her shorts and panties, her fingers trailing their way to y/ns clit, rubbing small, but slow circles to prepare her.

“have you ever done this before?” madison asked, leaning off of y/ns forehead and slowly moving y/n off her body.

“n- no” y/n answered. hesitantly watching madison move y/n from between her legs and her hand momentarily stopping.

madison pulled herself to between y/ns legs, laying on her belly and staring up into y/ns eyes.

“do you want to continue?” she asked, her hand slowly trailing its way from her calf, knee and thigh, momentarily stopping, waiting for her answer.

“its okay, ill take care of you.” madison assured her. though, her hand stayed in place, a questioning look on her face.

y/n nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“if you want it all to stop, say ‘orange’ okay? ill stop immediately.” madison said, her eyes moving off of y/ns to focus on the space between her legs.

she trailed her hand up y/ns leg again, not stopping until she reached the hem of her shorts, to where she hooked her fingers on the hem and pulled them down, revealing y/ns lacy, light pink panties.

theres no way y/n didnt wear these for me..

madison licked her lips, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to y/ns clothed clit, already sending y/n into an entranced state,

madison—her bestfriend—between her legs about to eat the fuck out of her, looking so heavenly at the same time? of course she’d be in a fucking trance. she looked so perfect.

madison leant up, grabbing onto the hem of y/ns panties with her teeth, clamping down and pulling them down. her eyes staring up into y/ns, a small quirk of her lips staying present despite how occupied her mouth was.

she pulled her panties down with her fingers the rest of the way, pulling them down her thighs and down her ankles, giving her access to her desired places. the placed that ached to be touched, and the places she ached to be.

before madison started at her clit, she’d ran her fingertip up y/ns thigh, holding the same, intense eye contact, “are you ready, pretty girl?” she asked, her voice seductive with its own hint of desperation.

“yes, please madison! please!” y/n begged, spreading her legs wider for her, another plea for madison, yet silent.

madison obliged, grabbing y/ns thighs and holding them, assuring herself they’d stay open for her to continue her awaited needs.

with that, she leant forward and immediately began sucking on y/ns clit, swirling her tongue around the bud and sucking on it, before slowly moving her mouth lower, lapping her tongue between y/ns lips, then lower down, finally reaching her entrance.

as soon as madisons tongue met contact with y/ns entrance, a moan slipped from her, she tasted so good. madisons lapping became even more desperate, she couldnt get enough.

she didnt want to get enough, she wanted more and more.

madison tightened her grip on y/ns thighs as her lapping became even more desperate, if that were even possible. her continious moans of pleasure sent vibrations through y/ns body, eliciating a moan from her.

the taste of y/n was too much for madison, she wasnt sure she’d ever tasted something so good.

madisons moans became even more frequent, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. she wasnt even the one being pleasured, yet it felt so good.

“you taste s’good” madison mumbled, before unraveling her hand from y/ns thigh to tease y/ns entrance with the tips of her middle and index finger, slightly dipping them in.

y/n arched her back, an effortlessly perfect moan slipping from her lips once she felt madisons first knuckles inside her, gradually pushing in faster now.

“mm- fuckk” y/n moaned, her mouth falling open with a trail of moans and whimpers, her hand moved down to where madison laid, she intertwined her fingersnin her hair, tugging a fistful right at the roots for stabilization.

madison pumped her fingers inside her, slowly creating a ryhtmatic pace while her tongue paid extra attention to her clit, suckling and teasing it.

a knot began in y/ns stomach, tightening with each flick of madisons tongue against her. “mhhh, fuckk,” she moaned, gripping harder at madisons hair.

with feeling her own sexual frustration, madison slid her other hand down, her body, sliding it in her pants and panties before rubbing at her clit, an overly loud moan escaping her.

her moan pushed y/n higher to her own climax, she grabbed onto a pillow and shoved it on her face, muffling her sounds into it—depsite the fact she didnt need to.

in return, the girl between her legs noticed this, a grunt before her words, “cmon pretty girl, I wanna hear your pretty little moans.” she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled.

y/n nodded, throwing her head back before throwing the pillow, her knot tightening faster than she’d like to admit.

madison could tell she was getting closer, just based off the trembling of her thighs, broken moans and her clenching around her fingers.

to usher her closer, madison stuck her tongue flat against her pussy—pulling her fingers out beforehand—and shook her head side to side quickly.

this, this definitely gave y/n that extra little boost she needed, with a broken moan she came all over madisons tongue, and lips.

madison kitten licked what didnt get in her mouth and stayed on y/n, before licking her lips. she leant up from y/ns legs to y/n, straddling her waist before mumbling against her mouth,

“round two?”

1918 words.

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[pastelhooman]

[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]

"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."

----- ID under break -----

A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.

"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"

"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.

Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"

the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.

"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.

Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.

----- End of ID -----

[buck2eddie]

in a universe where buck and eddie actually met at the fire academy, top of their class, and have since been inseparable. you won't catch one without the other, which is why when one bobby nash, captain of the 118, has to picks his new probies, buckley & diaz come as a package deal.

[foxprints]

Self indulgent drawing of Murderbot <3 It and ART are cruising through space, just the two of them, and Murderbot is relaxed and comfortable. ART has more than a few feelings about this and saves an image to its archive -- unfortunately Murderbot is aware of ART watching it and it flips off one of the drones.

(it doesn't dislike the attention ART is giving it... it just makes it a bit flustered!)

See some bonus images (including ones without text) below the cut, along with an explanation of some of the design choices!

I am 100% in the camp of Murderbot having a much more expressive face than it realizes, especially when it's alone and/or comfortable.

All text in the images with a color block behind it is essentially metadata that ART has attached to any tag it makes for Murderbot.

The blue inorganics are purely because @hazelek found a post with early 2000s vibrant, semi-transparent tech and we were joking around about MB getting aesthetic upgrades lmao.

About half the tags in the last image are courtesy of @scificrows alkdjfl;kj thank you dearly for those additions!

[boxofthings]

got any roach-centric fic recs? like idc the pairing, ghostroach/soaproach/ghostsoaporach any thats roach focused plzz

*cracks knuckles* I GOTCHU ANON this is my time to shine

If anyone wants to reply with their own pls do!

(These are in no particular order)

GhostRoach:

i left my heart in the mountains (right next to yours)

I'm going to want you 'til the stars evaporate

and here i stand (in the dirt with you)

These are all by Santihan and ugghh these were the fics that pulled me back from my near decade-long ghostroach obsession sabbatical. Well-written, emotional, they are amazing, my favs, I will rec these til I die (the first two are painful :'))

Things That Burn by abel_obel

Such a good one, I always go back to this when I'm in a ghostroach mood. Good ol' classic person A gets injured and person B freaks out

Roach Wouldn't Really Do It...

Exhaustion's a Funny Thing

Both by tinyduckies! Def read the TWs for the first one, but arghhh, I go back to these ones a lot!. I really like how the first one's more realistic/gritty when it comes to the aftermath of surviving Loose Ends

Second one's just a lovely depiction of Ghost and Roach's dynamic. Loved the banter and the second chapter ends real sweetly :)

The Barracks: Part 2

Ulterior Motives

Both by doberman, these two are much longer fics (which ghostroach is in desperate need of) and are such interesting reads!!

The first one is an AU that takes place in a pub with Ghost being his repressed, unhealthy self, and Roach coming in as the new co-worker to sweep him off his feet lol

The second one is ongoing and takes place slightly after MWII with Ghost meeting Roach outside of deployment

Sovereign by Applescone

God, this one really puts me in an introspective mood. It's so well-written and just feels so grounded and human. Takes place years after Loose Ends, with Ghost and Roach rekindling their relationship whilst dealing with the complications of Shepherd's betrayal and death

我给你早在你出生前多年的一个傍晚看到的一朵黄玫瑰的记忆 by Alex_Upshur

Ok I know this is in Chinese, but just use a translator like I did and yeah, while it won't be as accurate as the author wrote it, it's still a really lovely fic and i adore it :') A lil bittersweet look into the 141's lives and sweet moments with Ghost and Roach <3

Of Doubts and Dreams (Retold)

The Hook Up

All written by Call_Of_Booty, an og ghostroach author from wayyy back during the og trilogy (and ff.net) days. The first one's a rewrite of one of their old fics and it focuses on Roach and Ghost's dynamic up until the night before Loose Ends.

Second one's about Roach deciding to leave the SAS whilst he and Ghost have complicated feelings for eachother due to past hookups. Both great reads!

Distance Makes the Heart Pissed Off by krwaken

I'm sure every GhostRoach shipper knows this one lol. A lovely 200k word slowburn of these two <3

Fear & Delight by EpiKatt

Hornet's Nest with more GhostRoach :))

Tell Me Why This Has to End by Feral_Raccoon

ANGST :( Post-Loose Ends. Ending broke me haha

and you wrote your name / right there next to mine by cheese_n_crack

more Loose Ends angst :( A bittersweet ending with Ghost and Roach looking at the stars in their final moments

You'll Get Sick Anyways by ghostslefttit

Very short, but very cute lil fic with Ghost taking care of a sick Roach :))

If We Crash (I Hope We Do) by mintyiecat

Man I can't even begin to describe how much I love this one. Portrays Ghost and Roach's relationship post-loose ends where Roach is now a civilian. Loved how the author depicted their relationship as not flawless. Felt very human and raw. Very sweet ending :)

GhostSoapRoach

Something in the Orange by fixfoxnox

Y'all been knew this would be on here lol

Follows Roach's pov where he's been reincarnated into the reboot timeline with all his memories from his old life and him trying to make his way back to Ghost. This one makes me sad as hell. Has all the feels :')

Something in the Orange by insomniamemoirs & RandomWordsAndStormyDays

Funny how my top two GSR fics are named the same thing, but hey, they're both amazing. I was apprehensive because of the "calling Soap Roach by accident" trope, however they really diverted my expectations and made these three really feel like equals in a relationship. Really love how they made sure to establish a strong dynamic between Soap and Roach instead of pitting them against each other. And Roach isn't just some 2D character here, he's very nuanced and I love it!

Freezing Waters by AmphibianEft

Sweet fic of Roach getting injured and Soap and Ghost freaking out and taking care of him

Stress Relief by Anonymous

Just Soap and Ghost taking care of Roach after Hornet's Nest (smut) :)

SoapRoach

Leg Day by tinyduckies

Good ol' smut lol (09 soaproach mm)

Everything That Isn't Said by pajamabees

More 09 smut

Taste by fixfoxnox

Just 3.5k words of Roach wanting to kiss his captain :)

fall for me by punishervest

Just a sweet moment between 09 Soap and Roach with Soap reminiscing on his past with Price but also considering how he wants something more with Roach <3

She (Means Everything To Me) by mylareading

Just 1.9k words of Soap being down bad for Roach (super sweet)

Roanig (Roach x Konig)

I Really Like The Way You Stare At Me by turqu0ise

The fic that introduced me to roanig <3 Just a cute fic focusing on the development of their relationship

Subatomic by tinyduckies

Another nice fic focused on the development of their relationship. Loved the interactions they had in this :)

These are the ones I have so far! I'm sure later on I can add to the list, and if anyone wants to reply with their own feel free :)

I've also been made aware there are Keegan/Roach fics, but I haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but def check out their tag anon! Hope this was an adequate rec list haha

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

You line the end of your stick up with the cue ball, your tongue poking out from between your lips in concentration. Playing pool was never your strong suit, but you’re not trying to win this game per se. You’re interested in something far more valuable.

TOJI FUSHIGURO approaches you from behind, hanging his head to the side to get a good gander at your round behind. The baby tee you wear rides up from how you bend over, revealing the dimples at the small of your back. Not at all brief, and in great detail, Toji imagines other contexts. Circumstances in which his thumbs would find a handle on those divots, yanking you back onto him when you run away from a good dicking. Looking at you now, dressed up in a pink outfit two sizes too small, you wouldn’t know a good dicking if it hit you in the face, and he sure was considering batting your pretty cheeks with it.

You wiggle your hips, subconsciously rearing to prepare for your shot, and he chases you. Without thinking about it, he lines himself up with you, rolling his tongue between his lips as mere inches separate the bulge in his pants with your backside strapped in by that teeny skirt. His hand itches to fix onto your tailbone, steadying you so he can nudge up against you. Jus’ a little, wouldn’t even know he was there. Tuck his thumb in the crevice to give your asshole a massage while he did it, he’s really thinking about you here, you should be grateful.

You wind back, and flick your stick forward, pool balls knocking together in snapping sounds as you watch your move play out. He sniffs and swipes his nose pinching it between his index and thumb real quick, adjusting his pants by the back of his belt as he rounds you. A hand at the top of his stick allows him to lean on it marginally, the pool balls slowing to a stop under his gaze.

“You’re bad at this.” he tells you.

The curl to your lips deepens, popping your hip out as you tilt your head at him. He notes the flirtatious body language, the knowing glint in your eye. “Am I?”

His gaze darkens. “Can show you a few things. If you promise it’ll get through that thick skull o’ yers.” A small smile on his mouth stretches out the scar tissue overlaying his lips, and you visualize tracing it with your tongue.

“Oh, don’t be a brute.” you respond as he passes behind you, forcing you to follow him with your eyes. As he picks his target, he holds your gaze, hunching over the table as he lines up his stick. Powerful shoulders confined in a thin black t-shirt has you biting hard onto your lower lip. He breaks the eye contact long enough to hit the ball, but you don’t bother watching them scatter, focused on taking in every marginal move he makes, straightening to his full and dizzying height. The end of his stick comes to your exposed midriff, and hooks under the hem of your baby tee, flicking it up.

“You like it when I’m a brute.”

Indignantly, you tug your shirt back down. It’s clear he wanted to fake you out, make you believe he was gonna get away with flashing himself and any lucky stiff at this bar. You swat his arm scoldingly, but all your dumb brain can think about is how hard and thick his bicep is. “I do not! Why do you insist on bullying me?”

He grins, canines glinting in the dim and smoky light, snickering through his nose. “Easy to bully when you’re bite-sized.”

Bite-sized. That’s all that goes through that thick skull of yours when Toji’s pulling out your brains and shoving ‘em back in with every fuck into you later. Powerful and harsh thrusts, nailing your abused cervix so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. “The fuck are you thinking about, hah? You rememberin’ those pool tips? Got ya to lay down real low on that table. Bet everyone saw up that stupid little skirt.” Toji jeers at you while he’s pinning you by your head, big hand on your hair to pin your cheek to the mattress. “Everyone saw you leave with me. Saw a slice of cherry pie get pushed around by mean ol’ Toji, only to hang off my arm out the door. A little slutty, don’t’cha think?” He’s amusing himself, you can tell by the sound of his deep voice he’s got that wolfish grin on he wears so well. Wickedly, his reckless pace speeds up so you can’t form a response.

Your limp body has no choice but to move with him, rippling with each sheath into you. Poor cunt puffy and agitated around him as his mean cock brutalizes it some more. Tears sting your eyes but you can’t tell if they’re of pain or pleasure.

“T- Toji—“ you choke out, reaching back to finger timidly at his thighs. He won’t have it, picking himself up to a kneel so he can yank you back on him. Thumbs slot onto your dimples as fingers tuck between the folds of your pelvis and thighs. That perfect ass of yours smacking against him so hard, your skin pebbles and blushes.

“Huh?” he mocks. “What’s that? S’this the part where you lie and tell me you can’t handle it? Nah, little girl, I’m looking at the way this cunt’s slurpin’ me up. Fucking take it.”

[xuxudio]

successfully choosing the most doomed ship in any media since 1999

[tcfactory]

I should be writing something else, but it requires more brain juice than what I have atm, so what if cute moshang thing where Mobei-jun has to learn music as part of his training as a prince (yes, even in the demon realm) so he practices in Qinghua's living room when SQH is away on head disciple/peak lord stuff.

Then, without ever meeting them face-to-face, he finds kinship with the senior disciples/hall masters on An Ding who do music as a hobby (they are burning to know who Shang Qinghua's shy boyfriend is, like, it has to be serious if SQH keeps sneaking the guy onto the peak, right?) Has a courting related epiphany when Qinghua uses his limited free time to (re)learn an instrument just to play music with him.

Then he sort of befriends someone who he assumes is one of the hall masters by talking to him/playing music together through a window opened just a crack so they can't see each other. Sorts out a misunderstanding by talking about his childhood trauma and finding just the right way to explain that sometimes the words just refuse to be said, no matter how much someone wants to say them. And if the other person keeps trying to reach out then the immortal master should try reaching back, if he can bear it, and see what happens.

Then there's this whole upset where Shen Qingqiu wants the An Ding hobby musicians to do a concert for the whole sect to show people that not being on the scholar peak is no reason to be uncreative brutes, Liu-shidi, and to shut up some of his own disciples who are rich brats and can't imagine people from different backgrounds outdoing them in the arts - and he wants Shang-shidi's secret definitely-a-rogue-cultivator boyfriend there to perform, that's not optional, he wants to meet the man who fixed his relationship with Qi-ge face to face.

Shang Qinghua does a whole lot of running around trying to hide it that Mobei-jun is a whole ass higher demon, but either he can't find anything in time or they decide not to use it in the end because you know what? Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu both owe Mobei sooo much for sorting them out and Qinghua is tired of having to hide his boyfriend. So when they all walk out to take their spots in the orchestra there's a big buff ice demon in the lineup like that's normal, the sect leader has Liu Qingge in a headlock and it all goes off without a hitch. By the time Luo Binghe comes to disciple selection, there's an alliance with the northern demons and a very annoying demon hall master at Shen Qingqiu's side who almost falls off the cliff because that boy, the fluffy one, he thinks that's his son!! So Binghe gets the cringiest dad in the realm and he couldn't be happier, honestly.

Or basically: the one where there's no system, but instead there's music and it makes everything better.

[acediee]

If he didn’t know any better, he would think that you were telling him that you cared about what he was saying.

[crabs-brencil]

on my bs again

[thornywords]

TLOU x BYLER

The scene where Ellie and Riley ride the magical ponies in circles while giggling and crushing on each other, but I made it byler.

[foxprints]

This one has been done for a while now... I was waiting to post it because it actually accompanies a fic I wrote with @rj-abacura but idk when I'm gonna get it all edited. It's 24k in its current, super rough form lol. I'm hoping that by posting this now I'll work up the nerve to tackle the editing, though.