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hello and welcome to the FIRST sneak peek of the day for my brand new fic!!!!
“Marry me.” “What?” “Buck,” Eddie says, catching him by the arm and ducking to meet his eye, “marry me.” “That’s what I fucking thought you said,” replies Buck. “Buck,” Eddie says again, “I’m serious.” “I know you’re serious,” says Buck. “Well, you haven’t answered the question,” says Eddie. “You haven’t actually asked me a question,” Buck points out. “Or told me what you’re thinking. About anything.”
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pov your boyfriend dies and the reason you decide to fuck up your bullies is because you start thinking about him and start wearing the necklace you got at his funeral.
waggy tails and whispered teases
a/n : ok ok so im very rusty when it comes to writing fics PLEASE give me some grace 🥹 constructive criticism is appreciated, i do wanna improve !! Also, Wanderer goes by Kunikuzushi in this fic ^_^ v v short fic gulp
fandom : genshin impact
lee : gorou
ler : wanderer
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edd not knowing why tord is leaving besides vague promises about pursuing his dreams and going to the big city . it hurts it fucking hurts and tord promises hell come back . a year apart , at the most . theyll call every night and edd can visit as much as he wants . and maybe they keep contact for a while after until the nightly calls fade into every other night , then once a week , then once a month . and then tord just stops responding and stops calling and edd keeps waiting for a call , a message , anything to tell him that maybe tord still cares but nothing comes .
edd goes to bed that night in tears and bitter and he cant sleep and he rips up everything tord ever gave him but he cant throw it away so it all just goes into a shoebox in the back of his closet and hes miserable for the next 3 months and nothing helps until finally one day hes just perfectly fine again .
tom asks if edds finally over that prick and edd responds with who ? i dont know what youre talking about , tom . and tom bites his tongue and doesnt bring it up again . because he knows edd isnt . he knows this is all bullshit because he hears edd crying every night , the walls are so damn thin . he saw edd burning their pictures a few nights ago . and edd is so goddamn hollow now .
hes fine and back to normal but his face is so pale and his eyebags are so dark and hes just so empty .
and what if, instead of picking, i just write steve/jonathan/eddie instead?
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Smile at the Bottom of the Bottle - Jack Sparrow x Reader | Smut
Summary: Jack cheers up the reader with a little special treat (A/n: lol)
Word Count: 780
Date Posted: 03.22.24
Prompt: Can i request a jack x reader were jack sees the reader having a bad day and decides to try and drink her/their (idc if its fem or neutral:D)troubles away. So jack tries to cheer them up and he turns it dirty;) if not that's okay to:)
TW: AFAB Language was used, with P in V penetration.
Note: N/a
🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞
|| Masterlist || Request Here || Fandoms/ Characters || Req by @1deadpool26
Being part of Jack’s crew was always an adventure. There never seemed to be any rhyme or reason for his actions, yet somehow, things seemed to work out in his favor more often than not. Like Gibbs, you were loyal to Jack. Unlike Gibbs, your unwavering loyalty landed you marooned with Jack during the original mutiny.
And again, now after Barbossa dropped you, Jack, and Elizabeth on the very same island.
“Here,” Jack handed you a bottle, thunking down on the sand next to you and the small fire you had built. Elizabeth was out wanding the beach, doing god knows what; you didn’t care. It's not that you didn’t like Elizabeth; it's just that you didn’t care much about what she did. It’s the bed she made; she’s gotta lay in it.
“Thanks,” You took the bottle, taking a long swig. You didn’t have to tell Jack that it was a shitty day; he was feeling it too.
“Give me a smile, Love,” Jack caressed your cheek, “You know I hate it when you’re sad.”
“Not much to smile for, Jack,” you countered, shaking your head. “We’re stuck here again.”
“Aye, but we’re together.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, kissing the lobe. You sighed, relaxing into his familiar touch. With his free hand, he stroked your bodice, making his way to your corset ties and undoing them swiftly. Once untied, he unclipped it, letting fall loose to the sand. “And I know what will make you smile.”
You rolled your eyes but made no move to stop him, letting undo the ties that held up your well-fitted trousers. Jack slid his hand down your pants, finding your sensitive clit with precision, using two fingers to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, rocking your hips up against his finger. You lost yourself in the feeling of him pressed against you as he continued to kiss down your neck to your collarbone, leaking little hickies and bruises in his wake, claiming you.
“You’re a tease,” You growled at him, “Man up and fuck me like you mean it.”
Jack just laughed at your frustration and pulled your pants around your ankles, making just enough space for him to get between them, repeating the action for his own trousers, freeing his long, thin member. He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease as you moaned. It had been a while since the last time he’d sunk his cock in you; you had missed the feeling.
He gripped your hips, propping them up against his, forcing you to lay back on the sand. Jack rocked gently into you, allowing you to warm up to his intrusion. Slowly but steadily, he began picking up the pace, sloppily kissing anywhere he could reach.
“Jack,” You moaned, hiding your face in your arm. His hand shot out, gripping your jaw as he forced your eyes to his.
“Don’t hide,” His smile bordered on sadistic. “I want to see your pretty face as you moan for me.”
Jack adjusted his positioning, hitting that spot that never failed to make you squeal and writhe beneath him. It felt amazing, but purposely, it wasn’t enough to get you to tumble over that edge. It only got you riled up until you were teetering on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the gust of wind to send you over.
“I swear, Jack, if you don’t make me cum, I will shoot you,” You threatened, arching you back into him, craving more than he was giving you.
Again, he laughed, reaching under your shirt to tease your taut nipples. Every pinch sent waves of painful pleasure through your body, right down to where that hot coil was tightening at the base of your stomach.
“Fuck, Jack,” You moaned again, brows furrowed in concentration, willing yourself to fall over that edge. You let out slow breaths, each inhale making your pleasure burn hotter, and the coil tightens. “Fuck, Jack, I’m gonna cum.”
“Come for me,” Jack demands as you stumble over the cliff, the coil bursting as aftershocks roll through you. Your pussy clenches around his cock as you spasm, the sensation forcing him to the edge.
Swiftly, Jack pulls out, only managing to stroke himself once or twice before he spurts thick beads of cum over your exposed stomach. He collapsed next to you, using his shirt to clean you up.
“I knew I’d make you smile.” He grabbed the abandoned bottle, taking a long swig. You just hummed in response, eyes closed in satisfaction, a soft smile on your lips.
“I guess you did.”
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i miss you only in the murky waters where i don't quite reach the bottom, where i tread to stay afloat and the mud hides the depth. i miss you when windows fog up and the landscape outside becomes a blur, when streaks of dulled colour could be mistaken for the wheat of your hair or the sound of your laugh. i miss you like i miss the smell of boot polish, like a once familiar ritual with fingers too worn-down to even begin reattempt.
but i remember the dull pain of you with a striking clarity, reflection on the shine of a blade, of a silver choke chain, of begging you to hurt me in more ways than just letting the leash fall from your hands. don't you understand?
don't you get it, that i would've taken cutting words and the pulling of my beating heart from my chest over all else?
if i could not have a loving grasp then i would have taken claws dug into flesh, would have let you tear me apart, asunder. instead, fingers too tender for one who intended only to probe, much too tender in proximity to the most vulnerable of my insides. you did not dig into the viscera, but i wish you did. i wish you hurt me on purpose, instead of this stunning stunted half-realization-apology-acknowledgement-insecurity.
i miss you on rainy days, now, and my stomach still fails to digest what it's given, because the lining shrinks to remember the scraps given by your hands, by those tender fingers. i miss you - but only in memories, what-ifs, blurry vision and the half-light of my morning commute.
it will be summer, soon, bright sun and absence of rain, and i will pry those tender fingers away from my insides.
some days i feel like an abused dog. mangy and scared with all my teeth on the outside, gums pink bare and rotting. can't eat, there's danger here. ears clipped, fur matted. teeth (pat my head, pull me close, tell me all the things about me that aren't wrong) on the outside. i can't take phonecalls anymore, especially not my parents. no one understands what the barking means. pat my head, please. please - touch without expectation or pain. please. pat my head, hold me close, let me- no. teeth on the outside, gums rubbed raw and red and an effort to chew it up and spit it out. no one understands the barking. days pass with the weight of shame tying me down, gums inflamed again and again. barking, barking, no one understands. please, won't somebody hear me? won't you hold me close and tell me I'm not irreparable? no, don't hold me close. my teeth are on the outside and there is nothing soft to be pet. woof, woof. mangy, scared. irreparable.
