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bite me | Max Phillips x Reader | Part One

A/N: This man has been insisting I write something for days now and I outlined an entire series with the help of @bisexual-space-slut​. Title courtesy of @thirsty-flygirl​ bc it was perfect for all the aspects of this fic.

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words. Lots of sexual references. Max is a jerk and a pervert, but Evan is also a jerk so.

Word count: 1,388, apparently!!

Summary: You’re Evan’s adopted sister and that makes Max really want to fuck you. The only problem here? You hate him.

GIF credit: thewaythisis (Please let me know if you don’t want me using your GIF!)

Tags: @bisexual-space-slut​ @spacegayofficial​ @readsalot73​ @elenamiria​ @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @heatherbel​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @this-cat-is-dea​ @lokiaddicted​ @pascalz​ @cryptkeepersoul​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @dindisneydjarin​ @damerondjarin​ @ezrasarm​ @writefightandflightclub​

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“You know, you don’t look like Evan.”

You were accompanying your parents to help your brother move into his dorm when you met his roommate, Max, all handsome and charming as you held your hand out for him to shake with a polite, slightly infatuated smile that slowly fell. Rather than shaking your offered hand, he was looking you over wolfishly.

“I’m adopted,” you mumbled, letting your hand fall as you wrapped your arms around yourself, looking around the room. “You want me to help you unpack, Ev?”

“Yeah, sure.” Evan mostly sat on his bare mattress, looking through a box of cards he collected, which was the only box he really brought up as you and your parents did the rest.

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It is currently 6:14 am where I am. I’m in the mid west of the USA. Crying over that fact that I will lose my rights as a woman. My husband who is also awake and getting ready for work. Can’t grasp the dread I feel.

Im terrified and I feel sick. I just wanted to have a home and maybe some kids. But that is definitely NOT going to happen. I’m terrified to have children now. I already can’t afford to live and it will be even worse.

I hope that the people who didn’t vote will get to know that their vote would’ve mattered.

My husband has in not so many words told me I’m being dramatic because I have been looking at visas to work in other countries. I already wanted to leave America. This bullshit just solidifies my want to leave.

(If anyone who is non American can give info on visas for your country it would be appreciated.)

On another note: ⤵️

This is the one and only time I’m coming back to post on tumblr. I stopped posting or wanting to post because there was a ton of fandom drama on this hellsite. (What’s new)

ANYWAY!

To my fellow Americans who are also terrified I’m with you and I’m here for a chat if you need someone to talk to. If you feel you can’t talk to anyone you can talk to me. I’m giving you the biggest hugs I have to offer!

We WILL get through this! I know it!

Rudeness and Racism in the Fandom.

Lately there has been a very disturbing trend in this fandom. Someone or several someones have been spending time going into inboxes with the sole purpose of leaving cruel comments or outright racists statements for creators. 

I don’t understand the level of mean heartedness that it requires to try and insult someone, either for their writing skill/drawing skills, comparing them to other writers/artists, or just being a racists piece of shit to try to drive people of color out of the fandom. 

The energy it take, to actually go into someone’s inbox and craft the message, make sure the anon option is selected and hit send astounds me. Use that energy for something out. Go outside and touch some grass, read a fucking self help book, because you need it. 

What purpose is there for this? To make them feel bad? To crush their souls and make them feel as if they need to stop writing/drawing? Or just leave the fandom all together? 

Comparing creators to one another? “How does it feel to know you aren’t as good as ____?” What??? Why would you do that? There is no reason to pit creators against one another. And where is your writing/art? Where is yours so we can judge it. Or are you one of these people who like to take from this fandom and contribute nothing but hatred and bullshit? 

To bring their ethnicity into it? You know they can’t help what race they were born right? It’s not like we get a choice in what color we are or who our parents are. And there is NOTHING wrong with being born to any culture or ethnicity you narrow-minded twat. 

You are the toxicity that is brining the fandom down if you do this. You are the part that needs to be cut out. You are the one that should be ashamed of who you are as a person because it’s disgusting. 

Let me be very clear: If you do this, UNFOLLOW ME. I DON’T WANT YOU READING MY WORK. I DON’T WANT YOU IN MY PORTION OF THE FANDOM. 

To my creators out there that are receiving this hate and bile:  I am so sorry and I wish that you weren’t receiving these things. Please, I urge you to delete them and even turn off Anon for awhile if you need to. 

Punch Drunk

🐸Mando x Fem! Reader🐸

Because we need some serotonin Right NOW!! Please excuse any misspellings I rushed editied this.

Summary: Mando has had a little TOO much fun after capturing a very lucrative bounty.

Rating: soft M, just to be safe, it gets a lil saucy. 18+

Warnings: Fem! Reader, drunk Mando, mentions of saucy intentions, sweet talk, Soft! Mando, a little bit of an emotional drunken Mando, slight breeding kink maybe?

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It had taken you hours, but you had finally gotten the Child settled into bed. He'd been an absolute terror today. Refuseing to eat his meals, he always preferred when Din fed him. He threw a fit when you tried to give him a bath, wailing and climbing up you when you tried to set him into the warm water, Din always knew how to get him in the tub with no problem. Tucking him into bed, forget it. He kept sneaking out whenever you turned your back. You knew why he was so fussy, Din had been gone for two days from the Crest. A bounty was offered to him by Greef Karga, far too lucrative to ignore, he said he'd be back as soon as possible. You knew better than to worry, but still, a twist always formed in your gut when you looked out the hatch and didn't see him makeing his way home on his speeder.

You settled down into the cot, the lights dimmed, a night of restless sleep ahead of you. Nothing but the soft breath of The Child, and the hum of the Crest to keep you company. You almost drifted off to sleep, but the hiss of the hatch opening startled you awake. Your heart jumped to your throat as you reached for the blaster you kept under the cot, ready to face the intruder despite how much you were shaking. The booted footsteps of two people echoed through the hull, men you could only assume, you were ready to scramble over to a hiding spot until you heard the distinct laugh of Karga.

Your shoulders dropped, you felt dizzy as your adrenaline fell, but the relief you felt out weighed any discomfort. You sank onto your knees on the cot, putting the blaster back under the cot.As they made their way into the hull, you suddenly remembered you had stripped down to your thin silken underdress. You wrapped your blanket around yourself to hide the sheer fabric from your guests eyes.

You let out a gasp as they rounded the corner. Greef was struggling to walk as he bared the beskar covered weight of Din. Greef had one of Dins arms braced across his shoulders while he held onto Dins waist. Din's helmet covered head lolling from side to side, his feet practically dragging, his body leaning to the side like he was about to fall over, incoherent mumbling coming through his modulater. Karga laughed and patted his back.

"You've arrived my friend." He noticed you in the bed,"oh, please excuse us, we didn't mean to wake you."

You scrambled from the cot, not careing about how sheer you shift was. You rushed to Din, your hands settling on his helmet, trying to keep his head up.

"Maker! What happened? Is he hurt?" You asked Karga frantically,"Din? Mando? Are you alright?"

"He's fine, he's fine." Karga assured, as he slowy helped Din stand on his own," we were just celebrating! The biggest bounty he's ever acquired, in the shortest time too!" He pat Dins shoulder, the sudden impact makeing Din lean into you. You let out a squeak of suprise from how heavy he was. Karga swore and apologized again as he helped Din stand up right.

"So...he's-"

"Drunk!" Karga laughed,"and he deserves it, that bounty can buy you both a new ship. Hell it could buy you a palace. He'd never have to work again if he wanted. Course we know that won't happen."

"How did he get drunk?" You asked,"He can't drink anything with his helmet on."

"Thats where you're wrong," Mando said, his voice slurred and slow, his head lolling to the side,"I can.....jus need a really....really...really long straw."

"Oh Din." You sigh.

Din suddenly gripped Kargas jacket pulling him up to him.

"L-look at her..." Din slurred through the modulator as he gazed at you," She's so...pretty." he says,"have you ever seen anyone so pretty?" Karga just laughed but was cut off when Din shook him, "Well HAVE YOU?" he snapped.

"No, can't say I have Din." Karga reassured, patting his hand,"You're a very lucky man."

You felt your face grow warm at the complement. You dipped your head and made your way to help take off Dins jetpack.

"I am lucky," he mummered," prettiest girl on the whole galaxy...on my ship...caring for my son." You heard a faint sniffle from him as you set the heavy pack on the ground.

"Its ok,Din." You say softly, placing your hand on his chest plate. He rested his leather clad hand over yours as he looked down at you."Thank you for bringing him back to me in one piece," you said to Karga,"I can take it from here."

Karag nodded and said his good bye, slapping Din on the back before leaving, the hatch shutting with a loud thud.

You looked up to Din, his gaze burning through his visor down to you as he slightly wobbled. Suddenly he lunged forward, his helmet smacked against your face, making it sting. His hands gripping your ass , kneeding it harshly.

"Ow! Din!," you cried, he rubbed his helmet against your face as you gripped his armored shoulders,"what are you doing?" You half laughed.

"Kissing you." He mumbled,"I just wanna kiss you."

You laughed,"Din-"

"Im gonn buy you all the jewels-"

"You know I dont need those-"

"Furs-"

"Din," you coo, carressing his helmet.

"A home."

"That I'd love," you sigh wrapping your arms around his neck as he rests his helmet against your shoulder,"you and me and the Child, in a cozy little home-"

"Gonna fill it with warriors," he mumbled,"a new one..... every year."

You laughed,"thats a lot of babies, Din."

"And I wanna give them to you."

"Alright, you need to sleep." You grin as you try to nudge him off you.

He takes a deep breath and stands up straight.

"I'm going to kiss you." He declared as he wobbled.

"Oh? Where?" You tease as you tried to pull him towards the cot.

"Right here, right now!" He said as if it were a threat.

"No, where do you want to kiss me, Din?"

He raised his hand and tapped his gloves finger against your forehead.

"Here..." he gently gave your cheek a tap,"Here..." he ran his thumb over your lips, "Here." He nearly growled, his chest risieng and falling as his breath got heavier.

He ran his finger over your chin, down your neck,"Here," he sighed, continuing down your chest, makeing his way between your breasts,"Here. Def...definitely here." He shuddered, "I want to kiss you here so bad." He groaned, and ran his large hand smoothly down your stomach,"here." his voice a near shudder as he reached down to your core,"but this...I want to kiss this. I'll take off all my armor, and forsake the Creed, just for the chance to kiss you here."

You took his hand from between your thighs and placed it onto your chest.

"You would?" You smile.

"What?" He snapped,"dont believe me?" He challenged.

You only smiled wider as he ripped his hand away from you.

"I'll do it!"he threatened, you crossed your arms over your chest, brow raised in a challenge. He grabbed his helmet and lifted it off, spiking it onto the soft cot."See! I did it!"

His hair was as unkempt as ever, his deep brown eyes wide and bloodshot as he looked down at you. You stepped forward, and carresed his stubble and scared covered cheeks, and kissed him. Your lips gentle against his as you softly peppered his lips and cheeks with kisses. He was frozen against you, his arms limp at his sides.

"Oh Maker, I just broke the Creed-" he whispered.

You nuzzled against his cheek, running your finger down the bridge of his sharp nose.

"Din...we made our Riduurok four months ago."you whispered. He stumbled back his eyes wide, as he swallowed hard.

"You, you mean...you're my...my..."

"Wow, Din, you are drunk. You need to get into bed." You ordered as you nudged him to the cot making him sit. His mouth hung open as you took off his armor and weapons, genlty setting them to the side.

"You married me?" He nearly wimpered, you placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Yes Din." You said gently as you took his armor, various weapons and helmet and placed it on a nearby table.

"Really?" He sniffed, you looked back and saw him on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Din," you sigh as you stand between his spread legs, pulling his head to your stomach as you ran your hand through his unkempt hair"yes, really."

"You married me?" He asked as he buried his face into you, his voice muffled,"you're my Riddur?"

You laugh softly," yes, kar'ta."

He sniffed loudly before looking up at you, his eyes brimming with tears. "Really? Like, really really?"

You leaned down and nuzzled his face,"your the only man I'd ever marry my brave, handsome, fiercesome, warrior." You kissed him again.

He stood suddenly, and wiped away a stray tear that slid down his face before a stern look came over him. He cleared his throat.

"I need to give you warriors."

"Cyar-"

He ripped off one of his gloves and tried to undo his flight suit while moving to kneel on the bed,"right now!"

"Baby-"

"Jus- jus lay down, I'll do all the work,"He pulled you down on to the bed as you laughed at his clumsy attempt to disrobe,one arm and half his torso out of his suit.

"Gotta do my duty, fill your belly, with...with my..."he grumbled as he struggled to undo his belt,"seed, DAMN THIS THING!"

You grabbed his hands to stop him, "Din, you've already filled my belly with a warrior, remember, we made our baby after we said the vows."

He slumped down, and blinked, as he sat stunned. You took advantage of his state and nudged him till he layed flat on his back. His eyes staring up at you. He reached up and carresed you're cheek.

"I love you, Mesh'la." He said.

"I know." You sighed,"I love you too my feirce warrior."

"I hope our baby looks like you." He says as you try to roll him onto his side.

"I hope our baby is as brave as you."

"No. You're the brave one," he mumbled into his pillow,"the pretty one, the strong one, with an ass that brings me to ruin."

You had to cover your mouth to keep from busting out laughing. "Go to sleep darling."

"But I wanna look at you." His voice muffled from the pillow.

"You can look at me all you want tomorrow."

"But I wanna look at you now!" He whined.

You sighed and rolled him over to his other side until you were met with his drunk grinning face.

"You're so pretty." He slurred, his still gloved hands grabbing your hip,"c'mere." He urged you down.

You nestled down next to him, his eyes slowly shutting, his hand rubbing your side.

"Look at you," he slurred,"so sweet, so soft...so...so beautiful." His brows furrowd suddenly,"wait..I can't see you! Why can't I see you!?"

"Din open your eyes."

His eyes snapped open, a slap happy grin spreading across his face, "Oh Maker, you're so clever," His hand left your side and landed on your cheek a little harsher than he intended,"how did I find you?"

"I was a bounty remember?"

He was quiet for a moment,"oh yeah....I'm so glad you're a criminal."

"Can you go to sleep for me Din?"

"Can I use your tits as a pillow?"

Before you could respond he was already pushing you onto your back, his face buried into your chest. You sighed and were about to push him off of you but the sound of him snoring stopped you. He was asleep, you were ready to try to drift off into uncomfortable sleep when you heard a coo by your side.

Looking down you were met with the wide sleepy eyes of The Child standing by the bed, his ears perked up with a tiny smile on his face. He climbed up onto the bed and over you, nestling in the small space between you and Din, his little face nuzlleing into your belly.

You groaned, it was going to be a long night.

Thank you for reading xoxo

Sunshine

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!reader

Rating: PG-13 for character death

Warnings: character death, angst, pain (I know it’s all the same but you need to be super warned)

Word Count: 516

Author’s Notes: This just happened one day. I was sad and welp here it is. Enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. Gif credit to @pascalisthepunkest​ Also to my tag list I hope it is okay I tagged you all in this. If you want to opt out on future angst of this level let me know and if you want to be tagged in any future fics please let me know!

  Jack heard the familiar melody being hummed through the cracked door of his home office. He smiled slightly to himself at the sound the song you constantly picked to hum or sing when you did things around the house. If any other song failed you it was always there to fill your mind and the shared home. Jack slowly got up and quietly stepped to see you in the kitchen your hums now words as you worked on dinner. He was stealthy as he came up behind you and let his voice join yours as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen singing the song to one another before ending it with a kiss.

  All too many times this had happened. Jack bought you things with the lyrics engraved or printed across it. It has more or less became your song. The one the two of you seemed to now share. Your mother had sang it to you, you now shared it to him and one day he prayed he would get to sing it to your children. Life sometimes doesn’t work that way.

    The pain was all too much for Jack too bare but he had to hang on for you. He had to look into your eyes one last time and see your beautiful face. The thought of leaving you alone in the world made him fight all the more harder ever though he already knew.

Your phone had dropped to the floor, you had never rushed around so fast and drove so fast with absolutely no care. You ran as quick as you could, shaking and on the verge of sickness. This wasn’t happening. No. He couldn’t be ripped away from you not yet. Not when you had your whole lives ahead of you. You were just getting started.

Eyes full of sorrow watched you as you slowly walked into the room. There he was and you knew the second you saw him. The tears bubbled up and spilled down your cheeks. You let yourself let out a few sobs at his still form. His chest still rose and feel but just barley. The heart monitor at a slow beep. The rest of the room was excused to give the two of you your last moments together. You climbed onto the bed without hesitation and you pulled Jack into your arms. You were careful not to hurt him. His head feel to your chest and his eyes fluttered open. You held him and he reached up to grasp at you. You started to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know dear how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

As you sang the last line the heart monitor went into a long beep and he slipped away from you. You sat there and sobbed as you held him. You kept try to sing to him like it would bring him back but it never would. Your sunshine had been taken away.

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A Little Faith

Request: hi! i read your Bi!Peggy with a LGBT!reader, and i remembered how much i love Peggy Carter, so if you feel up to it, can you do a Peggy x Bi!Fem!Reader where they are work colleagues and have a crush on each other? You’re writing is so uplifting and inspiring, and thank you!!

Note: I’ll be honest, my love for this woman just grows and grows… oh and for Jarvis too, let’s be real that man is a blessing xD Sooo, here’s a little fic based on a prompt by a lovely anon. I hope you guys enjoy and I’d be happy to know what you think of it! <3

Warnings: pretty sure there’s nothing

Pairing: peggy x bi!fem!reader

Words: 2.519

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“Y/N?”

You would recognize that voice anywhere, even if it weren’t for the British accent that was a dead give-away. A smile appeared on your face as you looked up from your project and spotted the agent at your door. Your grin transformed into a smirk when you saw the way Peggy was lurking in the doorway, a nearly sheepish smile on her lips, clearly just about to ask you for another favour that you were more than willing to grant her once again.

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Jalapeno Business

Summary: You get more than you bargained for when you get your COVID19 vaccine.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating:  E for everyone (mildly suggestive language, mentions of needles)

Words: ~2500

Tags: FLUFF, reader is afraid of needles, mentions of the pandemic/COVID19, reader gets the shot but it is not described, references to Frankie being in the military, literally the worst jokes you’ll ever hear in your life

Notes: This is very loosely based on my experience getting my COVID19 vaccination! Obviously, reader and Frankie are breaking a lot of rules here for the sake of the story, so suspend some disbelief. In real life, wear your mask, continue physical distancing, and get vaccinated when/if you have a chance! (If you want to know what it was actually like when I got a vaccine, feel free to send an ask, but I’m sure it varies by location!)

Also, for non-US English speakers, jalapeno is said like “All up in yo’ (your)” here!

TAGLIST FOR ALL PP CHARACTERS IS OPEN

Tags: @ophelialoveshandsomemen​ 

You were more nervous than you cared to admit driving up to the large tent in the distance. Usually, tents like this were meant for weddings, festivals, large get-togethers—but since the pandemic hit, they were now being used as testing centers and vaccination sites. After months of waiting, you finally qualified under the state’s ordinances, and it was your turn to do your part. You were adamant about receiving the vaccination, happy to contribute to any sort of herd immunity or push toward normalcy, but your heart still beat out of your chest at the sight of the tent.

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So that white woman who was harassing that black lady in that mall really told the black lady not to record her mental break down? Weaponizing white tears and mental illness. Like let's talk about how white people do use their mental health and gender in order to get out of situations.

The worst part about this is that the black woman who filmed this all got her TikTok account suspended and is in need of a lawyer.

Here's the link to her GoFundMe!

Here's the first video of the attack. You can find the rest on her account.

Her Twitter also explains some details.

Her name is MAMAAFRICA275. That's her Twitter name, and I can't find her actual name anywhere so I'm using this. Please help and support.