Petty_Pretty_Pinay



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    I write fics with titles you’ll want to strangle me for.

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    Chances are, none of you want these crossovers or the ships entailed. But in the words of a cowboy with the worst cowboy name.. ask me if I give a shit.

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    Related fics inspired by Olivia Holt’s cover of Come Sail Away where Jonas and Suyin work towards their happy ending together.

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    AUs where Mick and Felicity are married when one of the worst things possible happens to them.

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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    Nosing along the crease of Ryan's thigh, Fabian curls his fingers around the thick elastic waist of Ryan's boxers and tugs them off. “Baby, you were really leaking for me. Look at this.” He runs his fingers through the wetness staining the underwear before bringing the fabric to his face. Inhaling the scent of his boyfriend's musk, Fabian's tongue shoots out to lick at the pre-cum. The tang curls itself onto his taste buds.

    “Oh fuck me,” Ryan groans at the sight. One hand wraps itself around the base of his cock and squeezes. Another bead of pre-cum dribbles from the head as Fabian leans in to lave it off, tongue flicking over the sensitive skin. The glittery expression that grins up at Ryan from between his legs sends a rush of love and lust and an urgent need to be fucked so hard he blacks out to Ryan’s stomach. 

    OR: after changing meds, Ryan begs Fabian to top him and they get emotional about it

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    19 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Eggsy rec, read later.

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    Has Hollander been… sucking other guys' dicks? There’s no way he learnt this all from porn - Ilya wouldn’t be surprised if Hollander had his computer child locked, he seems like the type of prude to faint at the sight of a breast. But he can’t help but notice there’s a self-assuredness to Hollander’s movements now, a far cry from that first instinct driven blowjob he had given back in Toronto.

    or ilya rozanov's descent into madness caused by shane hollander's rapidly improving blow job skills.
    or when shane hollander wants to be the best at something, his dedication knows no bounds. ilya suffers for it

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    18 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Eggsy rec, read later.

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    “Ilya,” he gasps. “You’re drunk, hey, ah, wait,” he adds, and he’s trying so hard to do the right thing here, but Ilya’s cock is still sliding against his and he can’t stop himself from moving his hips to chase it.

    “Yes,” Ilya says. His mouth trails down over Shane’s collarbone and his chest, leaving a trail of spit because he’s being so messy. “Waited all night to have you,” he mumbles, looking up to meet Shane’s eyes, and takes his nipple between his lips.

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    29 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Eggsy rec, read later.

  4. Public Bookmark 81

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    “No, you are for me,” Baelor corrects gently. “I asked for you to come after supper, you know, you are quite early. I don’t mind a bit of eagerness from my companions, though. Especially not when they look like you.”

    Aerion gapes. Baelor thinks he has come to warm his bed. He crinkles his nose, embarrassment and something unnamable swirling in his gut.

    “I’m not— Baelor—”

    Baelor slaps his ass hard. Aerion gasps, jumps forward at the sting, rubbing against his crotch. His hands fly to grip at his uncle's biceps, skin against skin. The contact feels searing hot.

    Baelor gropes at the cheek he hit, kneading the fat. “Do they not teach you manners in Lys? It’s disrespectful to call a prince by name.”

    or

    Aerion is sent back in time to warn his father of the trial of seven. He ends up stumbling upon the young prince Baelor first, who assumes he's the Lyseni whore he'd requested.

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    25 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 24

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    Paintings/sketchs inspired by AKOTSK

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    23 May 2026