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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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if i look back, i am lost
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dirt enthusiast
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
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shark vs the universe
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lari from @hotchfiles' archive for fics unrelated to criminal minds.
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— wishful thinking // bob reynolds x gn!reader
698 words of PURE ANGST. sloppy description of wound and coughing blood that possibly makes no sense. reader's last wish to bob before they pass away is for him to keep going. gender neutral.
You're not invincible. Not immortal. Not super.
You're not even an Avenger, not really, you're just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent designated to help with missions.
So really, it was bound to happen, sometime something would go wrong and you would bleed out.
— nothing but myths
rhett abbott x fem!reader
you're back in wabang for a funeral, you expect uncomfortable conversations, you you didn't expect your ex to show up. 1698 words. content headsup: smut. exes to... still exes. unsolved feelings. angsty. no happy ending but you do cum so there's that. piv sex no protection and just a makeout as foreplay.
Every particle of your being felt like it was being pulled apart, like being in Wabang was just the worst thing you could be putting it through (and perhaps it was). But your mother sounded hopeless on the phone, you felt bad for her, felt guilty for leaving too, even though you didn't want to.
You didn't care for your mother's husband, the marriage happened after you left, not even knowing him enough to give him the title of step-father, still, it was the respectful thing to do, attend his funeral, wear the black dress, stand by your mother's side quietly.
It was supposed to be easy. Uncomfortable, surely. But easy. He wouldn't allow it though, he shouldn't even be there but you felt his eyes on you the moment he arrived, you wouldn’t even need to look up to know a pair of the bluest eyes you've ever seen were the ones locked on your figure.
Rhett Abbott. Your first love, first heartbreak and first official ex. Wearing all black, from his boots to his cattleman hat, a stark contrast to the off white brace on his arm. You were familiar with it, he wore it on the days after riding, trying to make up to all he put his wrist and hand through.
— all mighty sounds // clark kent x fem!reader
18+ WORK. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
CONTENTS: 823 words. Masturbation (female and male). Penetration. Sex without protection. Clark listens on you touching yourself and barges in.
Clark is an adult, he should be able to deal with this like an adult. He should be able to ignore his dry throat and his aching cock. He should be able to tune out and ignore the sounds he’s hearing.
-> Lari's Infinite Playlist
pairing: remus x gn!reader
summary: remus dances with you to take your mind off of things.
word count: 475
content heads-up: fluff + angst undertones. established relationship. second pov with no use of y/n. set in '81.
author's note: harrione dancing inspired me.
Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to stay home, you two alone in a time like this wasn't always the best: Two quiet souls, still learning not to hold everything in, still too used to hiding the pain.
Sirius had left a few hours before. You hadn't heard from Peter in a while, James and Lily were safe somewhere new you didn't know where with their one year old Harry, but something heavy weighted the air around you even with your eyes closed, head on your lover's lap as his finger rubbed against your cheek mindlessly.
You were uneasy, and so was Remus. Not knowing where the Potters were was hard enough, but after Mary passed... There was a taste of hopelessness, helplessness, to the cold air you both were so familiar with.
lariii, congratulations on the 100 followers!! you are a great writer!
gold rush (taylor swift) + james potter
thank you so muchhhh!
lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble
james + taylor swift's gold rush (I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch, everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you)
When James first asked you out you felt like you had wings and you could fly off at any moment. For a second you thought it was a joke, how could he want you, at all? But he did, you caught his eye in small mannerisms and in the way your glance followed him so sweetly without ever trying anything. Not a bad pick up line, not a poorly made love potion, you kept your distance. That intrigued him so much he started following you with his eyes as well until he decided looking wasn't enough.
You didn't think of yourself as jealous, but you could admit to being insecure, three dates in and james kept asking for more, laughing with you, touching your cheeks, kissing you, but he was the golden boy, so many girls were always on his tail, you tried not to care about it but some of them were stunningly beautiful, how could you compete with that? You weren't the type, if anyone wanted to fight you for him, you would give him up, simply, you hated seeing him surrounded, hated seeing the smile he would offer them, the helping hand, the flying instructions.
When you tried to break things off though, James didn't allow it. Saying that if you didn't want him he would leave you alone, but if that wasn't it, he wouldn't let you ruin it. The words sting, but are true. You tell him there's too many girls around him, fighting for his attention, for his love.
hiii !! i’m here to req no. 14 from the prompt list + james ( literally bc i can just imagine sirius telling them to kiss and make up ) 💘💘
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james + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up-" both of them: "SIRIUS"
There were things everyone in Hogwarts knew. Some of them where: You and James were extremely competitive, the sorest of losers, partners in crime? Yes, but stubborn from the biggest to the smallest bone you both had. Having you both playing for the quidditch team was a blessing for Gryffindor. And also a curse. A blessing because it meant the red and golden lions had never won so many matches in a row. A curse because you were both insufferable during quidditch practice and even worse than that, sharing dorms and common areas with the both of you after a losing match? Hell. Literally.
Hi! 12 and James from the new prompt list please. Thankks
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james + reader ⋆ “my friends keep telling me to move on from you but tell me this: how the hell am I supposed to do that when there’re still pieces of you in my life? you left behind memories I can’t discard; pieces of you you told me to keep safe for you.”
Oh that wound would leave a mark, you knew that for sure, being in your front door, curls completely disheveled, months after you broke up and mentioning things you told him back in Hogwarts while you were both teens. That alone made you twist your nose in an attempt to distract your eyes and avoid the tears from coming. Keep that piece of me safe, hm? You would always say every time you told him something you never told anyone before, something about your past, some darkness about your parents, something silly about yourself you were embarrassed about even, and he would always kiss his fingers as if they were keys and pretend to be locking his heart, keeping your pieces safe. "James, please, I can't do this again." It was hard enough the first time, and it has been hard the other times he begged, it only hurt the both of you and it never changed your mind, because you loved him but your made your choice, and when you graduated and he decided to enlist the Order and fight the war and be part of Dumbledore's suicide mission he knew it was over for you two. And he made his choice as well. You loved his morals, you loved how he put the greater good above all else, and when he chose the Order instead of you, you knew surely that yes, that was the James you fell in love with, but that wasn't you. After the childhood you had you reserved yourself the right to peace, even selfishly, you were not going to spend years every night waiting for letters hoping and crying that when an owl showed up, it wouldn't be his obituary. He looked so vulnerable and broken, and it was desolating to watch it and know it was your doing. But it had to be done. So you took both of his hands on yours, warming him up for a few moments, leaned in for a chaste, lingering kiss, "go fight your war, find a soldier, forget me, please." And you let go of him, closing your door. And that was the last time you saw James Potter alive.
james potter + hold on by chord overstreet
lari's 100th follower bash + send me a song and one of my boys for a drabble
james + chord overstreet's hold on (come back, I still need you; let me take your hand, I'll make it right; I swear to love you all my life)
content warning: fay asked for this now we're all gonna suffer. suicide / character death (reader). do not read if depression, anxiety, mental illness, grief and these sorts of themes trigger you.
You called him, you called him. He kept thinking about that as you were taken to the ambulance, why, why did you call? Why if he wouldn't be able to stop you. Why? Did you want him to come? Was he supposed to come faster? Did you set him up to fail? Did you want him to come at all?
He knew, he knew, he knew he wasn't being fair. He knew those weren't the questions to ask. But you haven't called in months, maybe closer to two years now, what if he wasn't living around anymore?
What if he had gone back to his folks' town?
What if he wasn't home when you called his home phone?
Did you even want him to come? Were you asking to be saved? Were you saying goodbye? He tried not to sob when he was instructed to call your family and meet them at the hospital.
Aaa I loved ur lil thing about Sirius finding out ur a vinyl collector, but I’m broke asf and I collect CDs instead 💔 can u do something about Sirius and CDs please????? If it’s okay <3
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sirius + reader ⋆ seeing your cd collection for the first time
"Wait wait, what's that?" You hear his voice far from you when he was supposed to be following you to the kitchen, you walk back and see Sirius pointing to your glass protected shelf, filled to the brim with CDs, a silly hobby turned into a very serious and loved collection. You shrug, thinking you had already mentioned it to him, "my CD collection, mostly classics, y'know? Beatles, Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, some Rolling Stones," you mention the first ones that come to your mind, but you know there are many more than that, still, those already make his eyes shine like the star he's named after, his fingers fidgeting the glass begging to open their enclosure and see it all up close, you think for a while, but eventually comes closer, taking his hand out so you yourself can open the glass door. "Be careful or I'll kill you." Still, the threat slips your lips but to him it sounds like a song and his best way to sing along is to kiss you for the first time, a quick, teasing one, and he smirks into it before letting you go and going back to your collection, taking a bunch of cds out to explore.
Okay so this is a really specific request so please don’t do this if u don’t want to 😭😭 I don’t even know how I have it envisioned in my head but ANYWAY
can I please request Sirius Black plus 25 “Finding comfort in their scent” but the “scent” is readers perfume “perfect” by Marc jacobs? I wear that perfume a lot it’s one of my favorites 🥹
ANYWAY it could also just be Sirius + the prompt
thank you!
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sirius + reader ⋆ finding comfort in their scent
It's become sort of an inside joke, whenever you wear Perfect by Marc Jacobs, one of your favorites, Sirius gets extremely touchy, his hands on your waist, his face on your neck, compliments falling from his lips even easier than usual, "doll, you smell... Divine," he always says in the most dreamiest tone, kissing your neck and making an effort to leave his mark there, you joke around and ask him if you didn't smell good the other days then and he laughs with you, surely, but turns you around so you can look him in the eye, and you know he's gonna melt you with what he's gonna say, and you know he knows it too, the charming son of a bitch, "baby, y'always smell like a goddess, but this one... You smelt like that when we met." You roll your eyes and sigh at him, Sirius replies with a smirk and a kiss to your forehead because he's very aware he's got the result he was aiming to: You even more lovesick. Just like him for you.
Sirius and 16. Thanks💞
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young!sirius + reader ⋆ naturally gravitating closer together
Sirius doesn't even notice it at first, the way he always takes the seat behind you in class and how he always makes room by his side for you during meals. He doesn't notice how many times you had been yelled at for not paying attention to the teachers, instead your head turned around to face him, or your arm at his table for him to doodle. None of you are aware of how your thighs seem to be glued together whenever you're sat side by side. It's impossible not to see it though, when holding hands while his arm was around your neck made you both smile, and when he warned you late at night that he was going to kiss you, you didn't stop him, instead you knew you wanted to be close to him like that forever.
oii!! i saw the post you made about the fluff blurbs, so i’m sending my contribution
sirius finding out you are a vinyl collector when he goes to your place for the first time!!
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musician!sirius + fem!reader
You both met at a record shop, fighting over the last Please Please Me vinyl they had (Sirius ended up losing that fight, offering to buy it for you if you gave him your number, long haired, tattooed hot guy? Much like your type) so that's why you don't understand why he's so shocked to see your collection when you bring him to your small apartment after your third date. "Baby doll, I would marry you right now," you can hear awe in his tone, but he's not even looking at you, his fingers brushing lightly through your precious collector's pieces. You reply him with a chuckle, moving your hand to touch his and pull him away from the shelf. "Play me something with that guitar of yours, and then we talk about marriage." You shoot him the most mischievous of smirks, and he's not sure if you just want to get him away from the vinyls you're so protective over, or if you're actually showing your preference for musicians. Probably both. But he doesn't really mind, as long as you let him stay.
hello i love your writing so much and! i saw the prompts on your list and i just
omg.
i could barely choose.
but
18 with marauders era sirius 👀👀
please and thank you🙏🙏🙏
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sirius + reader ⋆ feeling hot all over the place after the kiss ) #)'?&)%+#
"You're blushing, mon trésor." His voice merely a whisper, his lips still so close to yours you can feel the warmth from him inhaling and exhaling so smoothly, so effortlessly, his hands on your waist, his forehead glued to yours.
And oh, you were blushing, you were panting, that wasn't your first kiss by any means but you've been flirting with Sirius for months now, glancing at each other at parties, and you always having an extra hair tie on your wrist for when he started to seem bothered by his strands attaching to his face when he began to sweat, and you would gently go through his hair and tie it up for him, and he would thank you with the most beautiful smile, a chaste kiss to your forehead, a few french praise words you were sure he learnt only to make girls like you melt for him. And it worked, you were indeed melting, "no, I'm so not!" you replied, hands to your cheeks and you looked away from him, the blushing was obvious but you still denied it, you didn't want to seem silly, or too eager, and you definitely didn't want him to know how hot only that kiss made you feel, or how you had to mentally keep yourself from moaning or how you felt like crossing your thighs (or entangling them around his waist). Because that was Sirius Black, he was cool, he was brilliant, he had girls sometimes literally falling for him, but he was selective of who deserved his attention, and he was just so gorgeous and you didn't want him to see you as some weird fangirl of sorts. "Oh, you are, you are all adorably red, my dear." You feel his fingers pull your chin so you can look up to him once more, finding a smile you think you never got from him, it seemed almost shy. And eyes sparkling just like the star he was named after, sincerity pouring from them. "It's a'ight, you didn't catch it but I got shivers all over." That earns him a giggle from you as you begin to feel more at ease knowing you weren't the only one feeling more than just the touch of the lips, that he too was as elated as you were. And in honesty, he really was, as the flirting progressed he couldn't stop himself from thinking about kissing you, and he knew you wanted it too, it wasn't an insecurity thing, no, Sirius wasn't the type, his targets were always certain, only this time it felt like he was the target, the victim, his heart hit with the biggest arrow Cupid could find, so he enjoyed the flirting a little longer, the glancing, the lingering of your fingers on his when you accidentally touched him, the tenderness of how you showed him you cared in such little acts. He wanted the kiss to be special too, meaningful, the panting and the blushing and how hard you gripped to his waist were a delightful bonus, so he waited until the perfect day came, the sky the bluest he's ever seen, but still with enough beautiful white clouds to look at and wonder what they looked like. A past time you told him you had as a kid in some silly conversation you thought he wouldn't remember. But he did remember, as he remembers all you've ever talked about, as he'll remember the way you gasped for air after he pulled away from your first kiss, as he'll remember the shivers that went down his spine in the most delicious way and how he felt like he was at the top of the world. And he hopes you'll remember it too. But if you don't, that's ok too, he intends to keep getting you hot and bothered for him for as long as you let him.
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request by sweet darling @wisteria-cherry pairing: sirius x reader. summary: families are a tricky thing, sirius knows well. he comforts you about it whenever you need him too. content warnings: fluff, family issues, low self esteem. modern!au. word count: 900+
He hates seeing you like this, distraught, disappointed. Your eyes red from crying even though you've stopped doing so before he could pick you up at your place.
You both had a date and as soon as you called him to cancel he knew something was wrong, your voice cracking up, the soft sniffling you tried hard to conceal and the fact you never canceled plans with him before. His reaction was to tell you he was coming over, immediately leaving on his motorcycle in his pajama pants and t-shirt, worry making him too uneasy to even care about changing.
lovers wait.
pairing: james x reader (as plot device), remus x reader
content warnings: mostly teen angsty (small problems turned into huge life altering situations because of feelings and hormones) and a bit of fluff. steamy make out at the end but nothing pass that. underage drinking. mentions of throwing up (nothing graphic). reader insert with no use of names or “y/n”. just teens being teens.
word count: a bit over 3k
Loving James was easy. Too easy almost. You didn't share similar personality traits and you didn't like quidditch all that much, but you met James when you were both just seven year old kids who happened to become neighbours.
Talking to James was easy, you didn't mind saying the wrong thing to him, or sounding dumb or silly, after a guy catches you peeing in a pool and throwing up in the middle of Diagon Alley, there's no much else you can do to be embarrassed about.
Being around him was easy. Too easy. So when he asked you out by fifth year, it seemed like the right thing to do. And the date was good, it was fun, it was just like hanging out with a friend.
hiii, saw your prompt post!!!! 13 + 16 with remus please (if you don’t do both at the same time just 13, but i thought it’d be a good combo)
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remus + reader ⋆ 13 + 16
The touching starts early, first year early.
Your friends from home wouldn't call you particularly shy, but none of them were there when you got off the Hogwarts Express, after spending the whole trip not exchanging more than a few words with the people who sat with you, you desperately needed to find anyone who looked remotely nice, but still approachable.
Remus was there, quiet, shy beautiful smile, a book in hand you've read before, so you stand by his side, not saying anything at first, but feeling the brush of his hand on yours due to the agitation before the house sorting.
You didn't even know him, still, it helped you feel calmer, if you needed to talk to someone, he was there, you could talk about the book. It was a plan.
And it works, when you both get sorted into the same house, you quickly found your way to his side, and into his group of friends, into his routine and into his heart.