#i'm trying to finish my first future!drabble

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hii angel!! i hope you’re doing well 💕

would it be okay if you made a drabble about going in for your yearly check up and pervy doctor!joel miller very shamelessly stares at ur cleavage and suggests (more like insists) he performs a breast exam?! hehehe

-🍰 anon

Bad Doctor, 18+

“Hey, not a lot of doctors will tell ya this, but cock is one of the best things you can put in your body.” He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head forward like he’d just let you in on a secret.

(dark) Dr. Joel Miller x f!reader | 2.1k Joel Masterlist | About my ask NOTES: ty for the ask, cake! Post-outbreak, doesn't have to worry about losing his license 😼 ✨️ WARNINGS: 18+ dubcon - power imbalance, inappropriate dirty talk touching sucking and arousal, drug use, shotgunning, pet names, praise, titty pronouns, discussion/misuse of women's health concerns for manipulation, medical disinformation, mention of future pregnancy & lactation PLEASE CHECK YOUR BREASTS and support cancer research. Gustave Rossy Cancer Campus Foundation Paris 💗

Part 2 / Part 3

“You practice safe smokin’?” Dr. Miller asked as he was about to light up the joint he rolled from the weed you provided as payment. 

“Safe smoking?” You asked. 

He shifted his weight onto one foot and held up the joint. “Only one way you should be smokin’, darlin’.”

He lit the joint, then walked over to the exam table where you sat with your legs over the edge, fully clothed. When he was almost up against you, he took your jaw in his hand. He brought his face nearly to yours. He let the cooled smoke out of his mouth slowly and you breathed in to accept it. He looked at your mouth with a little smile when he finished, then shamelessly eyed your cleavage. “Alright, let’s finish goin’ through these questions then get you outta here.” 

He put out the joint, then sat back down on his rolling chair. He was manspreading broadly, with his crotch on full display. His scrubs left nothing to the imagination either. They were tight and he clearly had a big package. Big balls, too. His hands dwarfed your medical chart. 

He looked up at you from above his glasses and asked, “Have you been taking a multivitamin?”

“Not as much as I should,” you answered.

“That's okay, baby. Just put it on your counter and take it when ya think about it, okay?” The pet name tickled your cheeks. “Okay, let's see,” he continued. “How ‘bout exercise? You movin’ around?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “I'm pretty good about that.”

“Good girl,” he commended you. “Okay now, women’s health….Hows your period? You regular?” 

“Regular enough.” 

“Alright,” he chuckled. “Remember the last one?”

“Around the first of the month.”

“Good,” he muttered. “Sexual activity?”

“Uh, what about it?” you asked. 

“Well, are ya havin’ enough sex, and how's it feelin’?”

“I guess it’s been a bit of a dry spell,” you said.

“Damn, no stories for me, then?” 

You laughed. 

“That’s a shame. I like hearin’ about that shit. Findin’ out who spits and who swallows. Which guys got a big dick or not.” He chuckled, then saw you didn’t know how to respond and added, “I’m kiddin’, darlin’. But  really... good lookin’ girl like you? A dry spell?” He paused to look you over, before commiserating, “That is a real shame.” 

Your upper body heated.

“Take care of yourself at least? Make yourself cum?”

When you hesitated to respond, he said, “Don't gotta answer that, but it's important, okay? Make sure ya do that.” 

“How often?” you asked. 

“Oh, once or twice a day should do ya… And if you're havin' trouble, sometimes direct contact can be too much. Try somethin’ else. Different angle, different pressure. Every woman's beautiful and different.”

“Thanks,” you said, feeling like his words were heartfelt.  

“Bet you're beautiful when ya cum,” he muttered, then held his hand up in mock defense, with a smile. “Sorry, that won't go in your chart. Okay, still in the women's health section here.” He lifted up one page and looked at the next. “You do your monthly breast exam?” 

“Um…. yyyeah, I try, I try to check regularly.” You answered. 

“When's the last time ya did it?”

“Um…”

“Ain’t sure? You oughta be trackin’ that, baby. Tell ya what….” 

He closed the chart and took off his glasses. “Let's take care of that while you're here. How's that?”

“Oh, um, you know, I could just do it when I get home,” you offered, feeling shy. Maybe if he wasn’t so hot, maybe if you weren’t so aware of his big dick in those tight scrubs, then it wouldn’t be so embarrassing. 

“Well, I hate to say it, but I really should take care of this for ya…. Ya know, now that I'm aware, it wouldn't be right for me to send ya home when I coulda done this in five minutes. Alright, shirt off, sweetheart," and cracked a little side smile with a wink.  "Let's see the girls."

Still manspreading on his rolling chair, he watched with his elbow on the counter and a pen in his mouth, looking you up and down as you took off your top.

“Alright,” his deep voice took on a softer, more intimate volume.  

After dimming the lights, he approached slowly. “That's a little better, ain't it?” He asked, looking up at the fluorescent overhead light he had turned off. He laid his massive hands one on each knee and said, “spread’em, sweetheart. I need to get a little closer.” He helped you spread your legs, then reached around you and mumbled, “You know, a bra comin' off is one of the most beautiful sights.” He unhooked it and nudged the straps off your shoulder. 

“There we go. Good girl,” he said, and admired them with an audible, “Mmm.” 

“Well, they look healthy,” he said. “You got a real pretty pair here, baby. You can tell a lot about a woman by the shape of her breasts, by her nipples.”

“Really” you asked? 

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “And by the way they feel, their density. It's all connected. Your whole–all your anatomy, your whole reproductive system, it's all connected….. Just from lookin’ at ya I can tell you’re real fertile.  If you're looking to get knocked up, you’re in luck,” he chuckled.  “And your milk supply will probably come in pretty quick, too.”

As he spoke, he began the breast exam with his fingers on the outside of each breast, cupping each one at the same time. “All right, good,” he said. I'm gonna check each one.” 

For your first breast, he moved so one of his legs was on the outside of yours to get closer to that side.  He caressed your hair and asked, “this okay?” As his other hand lifted your breast. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, heart beating faster. Your chest buzzed with the weed. 

He took in a long breath through his nose as he felt you. "She's got real nice milk ducts." He lifted your breast, pressed it up against your body, kneaded it, and kept glancing at your eyes. You were tingling between the legs already. He wet his lips, then used both hands in more of a clinical approach to feel around your breast, looking for any abnormalities.

“Okay, good,” he said to himself. “Shoulders back for me, sugar.” 

You complied, making your breasts jut out a little more. 

“Good girl,” he said. He caressed your breast from each side, then palmed it.  “Mmm.. Now I'm gonna check your reflexes.” 

He put your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently caressed it with his thumb, then squeezed a little. “Hmm,” he hummed as if unsure.

“What?” you asked. 

Your nipple fully hardened and you got goosebumps. “A little slow, but that's okay,” he said. “Let's come back to that. It’s a real important indicator. Important for all kinds of stuff.” 

When he moved to your other side, his package grazed your knee. Then he pressed his hips forward, and you felt the warm bulge in his scrubs. Your knee jerked away. “Oh, it’s alright. It's okay, baby," He said. "Don’t worry, you ain’t gonna hurt me….unless ya get feisty with me,” he chuckled. “All right, now let's see if she's sleepy like her sister.”

Your nipples were both relatively firm. He flattened his palm against it, let out a nearly silent grunt. His pupils were dilated. He caressed around the curve of your breast, then grabbed a handful, holding the weight in his hand, before dropping it. 

“You got a real nice pair, sweetheart. Real healthy.” As he kneaded your breast, his manhood hardened against your knee. “Shit, I bet you drive the fellas crazy,” he said. “Pretty girl, pair of jugs like this. Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm.” 

“Thanks,” you said. 

“So what's stoppin’ ya?”  he asked. 

“From what?” you replied, already knowing what he meant. 

“Keepin' that kitty nice and stuffed,” he chuckled.. “Hey, not a lot of doctors will tell you this, but cock is one of the best things you can put in your body.” He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head forward like he’d just let you in on a secret. He began to massage your breast idly as he spoke. 

“Now, with your legs spread like that, I can tell you're turned on.” 

Your face got hotter than it had ever been. 

“I can smell it,” he explained. 

You moved to close your legs, and he kept them open. 

“No, that's a good thing, sugar. Means everything's workin’. Everything's workin’ fine…. We think… so far.

Alright,” he said as he stimulated your nipple. “Well, she's a little sleepy too. Tell ya what, we'll try a different stimulation.” 

“Okay,” you agreed.

“And a little education never hurt either. You know what your nipples are for, darlin’? Two things. Pleasure and breastfeeding. 

“So it's real important they react to a mouth and tongue.” 

You looked at his mouth, and he wet his lips. “Cause pleasure’s important to help ya cum–and again, that’s real important, baby. And breastfeeding’s real important too, once ya have a baby.” 

You sat silently awaiting his next move. 

“Okay, so I'm just gonna make sure they're as reactive as they need to be…. get up on your knees for me, sweetheart.” 

You complied,  which put your breasts closer to his face. 

“Good girl,” he said. “God damn, you look real good.” He palmed himself over his pants, then let out a low whistle. He lifted your breast and approached it with his face, making contact tongue first, then closing his lips around it.

He closed his lips, swirled his tongue, and sucked gently. You inhaled sharply and he looked up with a mischievous glint in his eye. He suckled at your tit until your nipples were painfully hard, then let go of it and cleared his throat. “Oh yeah, that's better….oh yeah.”  He used his wrist to rub a visible erection through his obscene pants again.  “Now let me get the other one real quick. It's already hard, but i just gotta make sure it's the same.  Down the line, don’t wanna get in a situation where your milk supply is imbalanced– you know, once you have a baby.”  He framed your nipple in the crook of his thumb. “And baby I’d kill to see you pregnant. Damn. You lemme know if you ever need help with that.” 

You were throbbing wildly. He lifted your breast slightly before giving it a gentle kiss, looking up and making eye contact as he did it, then swirling his tongue around your already hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue lapped just below your nipple, and he hummed, “Mmmn,” into your breast as he sucked.

After taking it out of his mouth, he said, “Good, real good.” He rested a hand on each of your thighs. “Now, you gotta promise me you're gonna do your breast check every month.”

“That whole thing?” you asked. 

“Well, grab a partner, sweetheart. It can be one of your girlfriends. All else fails, you know where to find me, don’t ya?” 

“Yeah,” you agreed. 

“Anything else I can do before ya go?” he asked and ran his hands up your thighs, then squeezed them. .

“I think I’'m okay,” you said. 

“You sure?” he asked and brought one of his hands between your legs. He two knucklesto ghost your cunt through your yoga pants, one on each side of your wet spot. Then he ghosted your clit with his thumb.  “Don't be shy now,” his chest expanded with deeper breaths. 

“I should really get going,” you said. 

“Fair enough.” He put his glasses back on, stepped back, and said, “you can stop spreadin’ your legs now.” He squeezed the thick shape of his cock before telling you, “Make sure you come back in a year, okay?”

 It felt abrupt. 

“Wait,” you said as he turned to leave, with his silhouette sporting a significant bulge.  You asked, “What if I need help or something? Just come back?”

“Yep. Sure thing, sweetheart.” 

He came back to the bedside and cupped your cheek. “You're a beautiful girl, real healthy. Just make sure ya do what I said, okay? Take care of that sweet little pussy for me.”

“Okay, Dr. Miller.” 

“Alright, take care now.”

Thank you for reading! 💕

[undreaming-fanfiction]

My brain refuses to sleep, so more drabbling! Probably modern-ish AU?

Steve makes a career for himself as a re-decorator (or de-decorator, as he loves to call himself). His clientele are those celebrities who rose to fame so quickly they have plenty of money, but they don't have time to make their houses feel like home. They just bought penthouses and mansions and now live in homes that are fancy, but they feel like hotels.

Steve is there to fix that.

One of his clients is the hard working rockstar Eddie Munson whose life path went from a trailer park to couch surfing to living with 4 people in a tiny apartment, then suddenly tours, hotels and boom! He has a house that looks like an IKEA prop.

He doesn't hide his distaste at the pristine condition of the place (yes, Eddie has a cleaner). "Oh god. A beige carpet?" he scoffs and he sounds so bitchy Eddie decides he likes him already.

He likes him even more when Steve puts on reading glasses. Damn.

Over coffee, they discuss what Eddie wants. Except Steve doesn't just...tell him. He doesn't give him any hints. He just keeps asking about Eddie's favorite colors, what movies he likes, does he have hobbies apart from music? Can Steve see some of the items that bring him comfort?

And Eddie's surprised. "Shouldn't you, like...be telling me what I'm supposed to want?" he asks the gorgeous man who almost wails when he sees the vase with fresh flowers ("This is the third place in a row that has this fugly thing! Is it like a status symbol? Uh, tasteless.").

And Steve just stares at him. "Uh, Mr. Munson?"

"Eddie."

Steve nods. "Eddie. Why should I have any say in what you want? If you ask me what's practical, easy to clean, what bounces off light well, that's another thing. But in matters of taste...you're the boss. You live here, I don't. (Pity, Eddie thinks) Now, let's change this place into somewhere you actually like staying, hm?"

They spend the whole afternoon talking. Eddie opens up about what he loved before the touring and expectations from his agent took that from him. He talks about the Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy in general, and Steve listens, makes tons of notes and asks questions that make Eddie's heart bleed, such as "and who is your favorite Lord of the Rings character?" and "you mentioned elves, dwarves, orcs, wizards...so what is your favorite group?" and "which DnD class would you be then? I guess a bard? Is that too obvious?". Now, Steve doesn't know much about these things, but learns quickly and works with the info he has.

They walk through the house again, with Steve making notes and wincing at transgressions against humanity or at least against his taste in things ("Oh ew. EW. Glossy finish on a kitchen counter? What is this, a future crime scene?") and Eddie feeling equally amused and curious. Eddie orders dinner for them, it goes something like:

"I don't know what would be appropriate, any preferences?"

"Eddie, there's no time or space when pizza is not appropriate."

"What about a funeral?"

"It puts fun in a funeral."

"Touché."

They follow up on a bunch more things. Steve notices Eddie fidgeting and asks him like the mindreader he is if perhaps the place is too clean for him. "Minimalism is what everyone's trying to push," Steve says, not without sympathy, "but it's not for everyone. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like a person who'd love a more....personal, cluttered space."

And god, Eddie feels so seen. He tells Steve about all his favorite books and trinkets that he lost during a horrible earthquake in Indiana, so when he moved to the city it was just some clothes and his two guitars. Steve makes so many notes. "I've seen quite a lot of collectibles for your beloved trilogy," he says with a hint of a smile. "Is that something you'd like in your home?" Eddie can't nod any faster.

They talk about the budget (Eddie just scoffs at that, for the first time in his life money is not an issue), Eddie's absolute no go things ("No more vases, please! PLEASE. Also maybe the one room that can stay as it is is the studio, there's no decor"), if he has issues touching any materials, if he wants to keep any areas in the house neutral for visitors (he doesn't). Then finally, he asks Eddie if he wants to be more consulted or surprised.

And Eddie, tired and surprisingly relaxed from talking to Steve, just grins and says: "Surprise me, big boy."

Steve just smirks and makes one more note. "Oh, I will, Eddie."

...

Eddie goes on yet another tour for a couple of months, which is the ideal time for Steve to start working on the house.

Steve sometimes texts Eddie random choices, such as "Rohan or Gondor or both?" or "what's the best pub in the Middle Earth?" and Eddie usually trips over his feet trying to get to his phone after concerts to see if maybe he has another message from Steve. He learns bits and pieces about the man as well - he has a younger brother, Dustin, who is into the same stuff that Eddie is. Sometimes it goes like this:

STEVE: What's the best battle in the LotR movies?

EDDIE: The Ride of the Rohirrim, duh!

STEVE: Dustin says you're wrong, it's the last stand at the gates of Mordor.

EDDIE: The disrespect to king Théoden!

And finally, the big day comes. Eddie meets with Steve at the door. From the outside, the house still looks boring, but that's what they agreed on. At least for now.

But there's one notable difference and Eddie gasps when he sees it.

"I know we said no changes on the outside," said Steve sheepishly, "but I took the liberty to make one slight change."

Where the door used to be bland and white, it is now carved with silver etchings. It replicates the Doors of Durin. Eddie loves it.

Steve smiles at him. "Speak friend and enter, right? Dustin told me. Anyways, are you ready?"

Turns out, Eddie wasn't ready. Steve took all of the shiny and sterile surfaces and turned them into something beautiful.

The kitchen is now in warmer colors, brown and green, imitating the Green Dragon inn, plaque included.

Guest rooms have been changed, each to represent a group or a nation of the Middle Earth. Eddie thinks his uncle will love the Rohirrim one.

No more vases are to be seen, but Steve got potted plants ("almost immortal, as long as your housekeeper waters them once a week or so").

Eddie howls in laughter when he sees that Steve somehow managed to disguise all his security cameras as tiny eyes of Sauron.

The bathroom is inspired by the Rivendell, with soft tones and nods to Elvish architecture.

Eddie's bedroom resembles the Shire, with round shapes and homely motifs.

But Eddie's absolute favorite is the living room.

The only things that remain there that he bought are the massive TV and his stereo system with records. The rest though...

Gone is the ugly and sharp couch that looked like a geometry exercise. The new one is large and comfortable, with a couple of armchairs to finish the cozy feel. The coffee table and TV stand are more rough looking, with decorative ironwork. And then, around the room and on the walls...

"Oh wow," whispers Eddie and Steve beams at him.

There are collectibles and figurines that young Eddie Munson would have killed for. A replica of the Narsil hangs over the TV. It's cluttered but tasteful, still easy to clean, but Eddie always has something to touch, to play with.

And then he spots the bookcase and actually sobs. "What the fuck, Steve?" he asks, but there's no anger, just awe. "How did you know?"

The bookcase is full of Eddie's most beloved books, all that he told Steve about and more, but it's not just that. These aren't just pristine new prints - Steve managed to get both those and well-loved used copies. Most of them are the same editions that Eddie had before the earthquake. He runs his trembling finger over the back of the Hobbit and it feels like home.

"That was the hardest part," says Steve and leaves Eddie to rummage through the books, the old DnD guides and used comic books. "But I assumed you're sick of new and shiny. In fact, most of the collectibles are already used as well. They have some history. As for the books, uh..." He scratches his neck, embarrassed. "I will be honest, I don't read much. Dyslexia and some issues with the eyes, although audio books are making it more possible for me now. So I had to ask Dustin for help. We looked for editions published before the earthquake. I hope we got some of them right?"

Eddie just mutters "Sorry, I'm about to do something really unprofessional now" and pulls Steve into a bear hug. And Steve reciprocates.

"Fuck, this...this is everything," says Eddie into his shoulder. "How did you do this? Are you magic. You must be magic."

Steve grins. "I take it the surprise was a success then?"

Eddie finally pulls back. He would have loved to keep embracing Steve for a bit longer, but boundaries. "A total one. Wow. I mean. It's a lot, but so good. SO GOOD. How can I repay you?"

"You already paid me, Eddie."

"You know what I mean!" Eddie points and the books and apparently also a DVD collection he now owns. "This must have been so much more work than you normally do, no? I doubt every client has you memorize the members of the Fellowship."

"Not just that, but also why Sam is the best," Steve smiles at him and fuck. Eddie might be in love. "It was more than usual, but I loved it, Eddie. That's why I like my job so much, helping people find themselves again. You don't owe me anything. Although, if you're offering..."

"I'm listening."

Steve runs his fingers through that majestic hair. "So, I didn't tell Dustin that I was decorating the house for you, but he's a huge fan of your music. Like, massive, has every album, has been following your career from the start. And feel free to tell me it's too much, you are my client after all, but...he'd love to meet you. Over a pizza, maybe? The plain ham and cheese one you like so it doesn't have too many flavors?"

And Eddie melts. Because Steve still remembers his pizza choice from months ago, even though this definitely wasn't in his notes. He decides there and then that Steven Harrington is a national treasure.

"Sure, big boy," he smiles at Steve, and hopes he didn't imagine Steve leaning into the touch. "How about you invite him over for a movie night or something? With pizza of course."

It looks like Steve could kiss him, but he doesn't. Not yet. That only happens a week later, when they bump into each other in Eddie's kitchen when they scramble to make more popcorn for Dustin.

Steve stays the next night. And maybe a few after that. Always in a different themed bedroom.

They travel for work a lot, but when they are both in Chicago, they always meet in the Green Dragon kitchen, cuddle in the bed that would be far too large for a hobbit, and in the night, Eddie wraps himself around Steve and whispers: "My preciousssss."

And Steve can't really complain, because it's his fault that his boyfriend has re-discovered his dorkiness, so why would he mind?

[dailulu]

Charlie Reid and not knowing what to do with an uncorrupted detective reader.

Until he finds out that you have a praise kink that is.

As if that isn't like putting blood in the water for someone like him.

(drabble, no smut, somewhat suggestive language, one use of female gendered language describing reader)

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Reid thumbs through the report you've come to discuss, half listening as you stand before him, detailing how many kilos of coke your narcotics sting operation managed to secure as he leans on the front of his desk. He's contemplating more on whether or not he should put another tail on you to try to gather usable information again.

So far you'd eluded all his attempts at gaining some modicum of leverage. No gambling debts to pay off, no friends or family wrapped up in gang activity, no questionable investigation tactics, taxes promptly filed every year. Nothing he could apply pressure to.

For a man who's used to manipulating others like he's balancing a checkbook, it was very frustrating.

By all accounts you were about as straight-laced as they come. Almost annoying so. And you were effective at your job. It likely would become a problem for him eventually if left alone. But Charlie Reid was not one to leave things to chance. He certainly wants you under his thumb as a useful asset, he just needs assurance you won't... complicate his business affairs. A collar.

He does hear the sudden silence after a compliment slips past his lips absentmindedly after you mention successfully arresting a cartel lieutenant during the sting. An individual that just so happened to be a competitor and annoying pain in Reid's side for some time. He looks up from the open file in his hands, reading glasses perched on his nose to see you avoiding his gaze.

Reid's eyes slide over your frame, making note of the stiffness of your shoulders and the burning tips of your ears.

A slight chip in the normally cool, neutral facade of yours.

A simple "good girl" (muttered more to himself than to you really) seems to have your eyes rigidly trained on the drab office carpet below your feet, chewing your bottom lip.

How hard would he have to push his fingers into the chip to make it a full crack? Would you shatter from his touch? Would you shatter under him?

Something in Reid smiles wickedly.

"Detective?" He probes.

"Y-yes sir?" You stutter, eyes-wide. Bashful.

Reid cocks his head to the side a bit, raising his eyebrows slightly. "You were saying?" He prompts encouragingly.

You inhale a (only slightly shaky) breath and continue on with your projections of how the success of the operation could impact future local gang activity. Reid nods along quietly, placing the folder in his hands beside him on the desk and setting his glasses to rest on top. Internally considering his next move.

Too little of a push and Reid might not get the confirmation he craves. Too much and internal affairs might come knocking on his door.

Nothing risked, nothing gained however. A calculated risk in your case.

As you finish your report, your eyes drop back down to the floor, hands clasped loosely in front.

Reid slowly, languidly, pushes up from the desk and steps towards you. Stops just within your personal space. Not close enough to overwhelm but certainly closer than what would be considered completely proper. Your eyes pull up from the floor slowly, first to Reid's solid wrists and then to his hands that have settled on his hips, strong fingers lightly splayed across the waistband of his jeans.

Reid sees the swallow you try to discreetly hide.

The creature inside him preens.

"That was a hell of a job, Detective. Some fine police work" He starts, seemingly jarring you from distraction. Reid observes how your stare now lingers on his forearms, sleeves rolled comfortable and loose to the elbow.

Ready.

"It was a team effort sir, couldn't have done it on my own." You say, head shaking softly.

"I'm serious, these results will have a big impact on the community. Not just anyone could have seen this thing through. Hey-" lowering his posture slightly to capture your gaze.

He pauses. "Good work out there", a bit quieter when he continues.

Aim.

You nod slightly, completely mute. Ear tips burning.

Reid leans just a breath closer, your eyes locked by his own half-lided hazel ones. He goes in for the kill.

"Always so good for me" he murmurs softly, just loud enough for you to hear.

Fire.

The effect is immediate.

Your eyes go wide as something shudders deep within them, your burning ear tips exploding into a wild fire blaze across your skin. The gasp that escapes your lips is music to Reid's ears, sending thrums of delicious lightening down his back, straight to his core.

Exquisite, he thinks. Mouth watering.

To your credit, your legs don't give out, but your knees go weak enough for you to take a wobbly half step back—a baby deer stumbling in its first steps.

"I-if that's all sir" you manage to strangle out, trying to control the trembling through your limbs.

"Are you alright detective?" Reid questions, feigning concern.

"Yes sir, just... just tired" you offer weakly.

"Ah, of course. Well then, get some rest. You've more than earned it" he says, stepping back to his desk. He crosses his arms and leans back against the desk again.

"Yes sir, thank you" You promptly turn to run walk out of the Deputy Chief's office as quickly as your feet and social protocol allow.

"Detective" you hear, just as you reach the doorway. You pause, turning your head back slightly. The collar latches.

"Sweet dreams" he smiles.

The creature within Reid howls in victory.

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Hi!! This one hits rather close to home and I wonder if you'd be willing to do Friede x reader after a particularly rough time when we weren't on the same page about relationship/lifestyle goals so we split for a few months but now trying to reconcile and get back together.

I understand if you prefer more light-hearted stuff. Just kind of hoping for a little pick-me-up if you could, thank you so very much. I rather like the way you write.

Friede x Reader | Different Lifestyles

When you were dating Friede, it was like a dream come true,

The two of you clicked like Legos- everything went smoothly.

But just like Legos, some pieces don't fit when you try to build with them, making you use cursed building techniques often frowned upon to make it work.

And just like some lego pieces, you wanted to settle down in one place whilst Friede wanted to continue his travels.

The two of you sat down to talk about it and what the future holds for the two of you.

But ultimately, the two of you agreed that it's to break best up. No matter what happens, one of you wouldn't be happy, so it was better to leave it on good terms rather than have a messy breakup.

In all honesty, you didn't think that you'd see eachother again, the two of you had really different paths.

So it suprised you to see him entering through the doors of your favourite cafes.

He ordered the same drink he always got when the two of you came. A regular coffee, no milk, no sugar.

As Friede pays for his drink he glances around, making sure that he won't get ambushed by an Explorer, an old habit that never seemed to fade, before his gaze settles on you sitting in your usual seat by the window.

Waving you down, Friede walks over with a slight bounce -if you can even call it that- in his step.

Cap is sitting on his shoulders with his signature -well- captain cap, before he jumps down to talk to your partner pokemon.

"Hey, it's been a while. How have you been?" Friede asks as he settles down in the seat opposite of you with a friendly smile.

You shrug looking down at your 'mons before replying, "I've been good," you decide to reply before glancing back up at him, "You?"

Friede nods as he takes a sip of his coffee, "I'm doing well myself. I finished my research not too long ago,"

You nod before the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with your 'mons chatting to eachother in the background.

"You still have my number, right?" Friede asks after a bit as you take a sip of your drink.

You never had the heart to delete his number.

Hesitantly nodding, Friede's gaze gains a new shine to it before he continues, "Great. There's a new bakery nearby and I was also wondering if you're free tomorrow afternoon. Maybe we could start over again, continue from where we left off at?"

Grabbing out your rotomphone, you check your calendar before replying with a simple, "I'm free," and he quickly messages you a time and place.

"Hopefully I'll see you there," he says followed by your name before getting up and patting his shoulder, indicating to Cap that they're leaving.

Before Friede leaves, he picks up his half-finished drink and slips the amount you paid for your drink before he walks over to the exit with a smile and wave.

--Alternate drabble

A/N: Loosely set after everything in HZ ends,, it didn't have the light-hearted mood, so I rewrote it to the fic above but I wanted to keep it

Friede's eyes scanned the room, a habit he had gained after Amethio had began to constantly attack him -another reason why you didn't want to stay.

It didn't take long for him to spot you next to the window where you always sat at, and it didn't help that his heart began to race, just like it would when he first met you.

"Mind if I sit here?" His voice cuts through your thoughts, making you look up at him from your drink.

Giving him a small nod, he sits down opposite of you before looking out the same window that the two of you would usually neglect on dates.

Meeting up with him felt bitter-sweet. What do you even say? Was there anything to say? Are the two of you ment to hate eachother now that you're no longer dating? That's what all people do.

"How have you been doing?"

"Good."

That sounded drier than you expected, so you decide to clear your throat before repeating yourself in a friendlier tone.

You could see the hopeful glint in his golden gaze, maybe. Maybe you could restore the relationship you once had.

"Look,-" Friede sighs, taking a small pause, "-I know that we broke up, but-" his fingers grip the paper cup "-I'm sorry."

Your eyes widen at the sudden apology and he looks away.

What was he even apologising for at this point,?

"I get it, you probably don't want anything to do with me anymore, but I'd love to give us another shot. I'm wiling to settle down for you."

Oh- OH.

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A/N: I've never dated,,, but your situation sounds awful anon,,, I'm sorry to hear that happened,,,

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Trying

Summary: You and Javi are trying for your first baby. The two of you can't help but be excited for future baby Peña, even they don't exist yet

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Husband!Javi x Wife!reader (No use of y/n)

Warnings: Allusions to smut, breeding kink, talks of starting a family/stopping birth control, being so soft and in love I am physically ill, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

A/N: HELLO IT'S ME AGAIN. Here's a cute lil drabble about these two bc I cannot get them out of my head and I love them more than life itself and it's FINE 😭🫠 I'm never getting over Javi and Osita and their cute lil family, and I'm not sorry about it!!!! Poorly beta'd bc that's how I roll, sorry for the mistakes

“I think this is the one.” 

“Javi, you have thought that every time we’ve had sex in the past 3 weeks is gonna be the one that gets me pregnant.” You laughed, giving your husband a playful roll of your eyes as you rested your head on his bare chest, your naked bodies blissfully tangled in the sheets of your bed. 

A little less than a month ago, now married and your new house finally finished, you and Javi had ultimately reached your agreed upon point of actually trying for a baby and starting your family together. Even though your doctor had told you it could take up to two months for you to get pregnant after stopping your birth control for good, Javi was more than happy to aid in the cause of doing everything he could to help you beat those odds. 

“I know, I’m- Fuck, I’m just really excited.” Javi beamed, draping his arm across your waist, gently taking his broad palm and placing it on your stomach, softly rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. 

You couldn’t help but feel your heart burst with how thrilled Javi was at even just the idea of being a dad, your cheeks growing warm and soft at the love he already had for your baby that may or may not even exist yet.

At this point, you were honestly convinced that Javi was more anxiously waiting your period (or hopefully, lack of period) than you were, convinced that if the two of you tried every day, sometimes more than once a day, there was no way there weren’t going to be two pink lines on your pregnancy test at the end of the month. 

“You know there’s no baby in there yet, right?” You giggled, gesturing down to Javi’s hand, now placing yours over it, intertwining your fingers together. 

“Could be.” Javi smirked, pressing a soft kiss into your messy hair, making you giggle as he pulled you in closer. “I hope there is.” 

“Well obviously I do too, ya dork.” You smiled, letting out a quiet sigh as you nestled your body closer to his. Javi perked up at your exhale, looking down at you with his sweet, doe eyes, a twinge of concern spreading across his face at your heavy breath. 

“You okay, Osita?”

“Yeah, it’s just- fuck, it’s crazy to think that I’m literally gonna grow a tiny human inside me. That we’re gonna be parents. I don’t know, that it’s not just gonna be the two of us, well, the three of us,” You snickered, gesturing over to a grumbling Bear laying sound asleep on your bedroom floor, “hopefully soon. I just- I’m really happy, Javi. Thank you for wanting to give me a family. I love you so much.” 

You couldn’t help but let happy tears well in your eyes, letting out a few soft sniffles as you wiped the wetness dripping down your cheeks with the back of your hand, laughing between your crying as you tried to compose yourself. 

“God, I’m not even pregnant yet and I’m already an emotional mess. Sorry baby, I don’t know what got into me but guess I’m feeling extra sappy tonight.” You huffed, brushing away the last few tears still pooling at your eyelids, waiting for Javi’s response until you heard the sounds of quiet sobs next to you, echoing the ones that had just left your mouth moments ago. “Javi… Baby, are you crying?” You cooed, laughing empathetically at your husband’s teary state, looking like he was crying harder than you had been. 

“Shut up…” He mumbled, quickly trying to wipe his wet, red face, doing his best to downplay the absolute wreck the thought of being a dad and having a family with you made him. He gave you another little shake in his broad grasp, making the both of you giggle out the rest of your joyful tears. “It makes me really happy, too. I never thought I was ever gonna get a chance to have all this. For a long time I just- I didn’t think it was gonna be in the cards for me, and as much as it hurt, I learned how to be okay with it. Thank you for wanting to give me a family. I’m so thankful for you. For everything. Te amo mucho, hermosa.” 

“Jesus, Jav, you’re gonna make me cry again!” You laughed, your eyes starting to water as you stared up at your sweet husband, wondering how in the world you had managed to get so goddamn lucky. 

“Sorry.” He sighed, planting another tender kiss on your forehead, bringing his hand to cup your cheek, cradling your jaw as his thumb wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“You really think I’m already pregnant?” You couldn’t help but beam, both of your faces lighting up at the thought of a tiny baby Peña already starting to make a home in your belly for the next nine months. 

“Even if you’re not, at this rate I think it would be impossible for you to not be sometime soon.” The two of you laughed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at Javi’s persistent need to prove that he was stronger than the lasting effects of your birth control and win out his own personal bet that you’d be pregnant after your first month of trying. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” 

“What? You mean the baby that may or may not be growing inside me right now?” You teased, raising a curious eyebrow at Javi. “Well, there’s a 50/50 chance it could be either, ya goof. But if you’re asking me what I hope it is, besides happy and healthy, obviously, I don’t know… growing up with 3 brothers and spending my whole life around them and their friends, I feel like I would be okay at raising a boy. But there’s a part of me that really really hopes it ends up being a girl.” 

“I really hope it’s a girl, too.” Your head perked up at Javi’s comment, tilting it up to see the big, goofy grin spread across his face. “I’d obviously be happy with either, but I just- God, I just always picture little mini versions of you running around our house and it makes me so happy. I hope that if we have daughters they end up just like you.” 

“You want more tiny, sarcastic assholes following you around all day? You are a brave man, Javier Peña.” You snorted, Javi rolling his eyes at your comment and your inability to stay serious for more than 30 seconds. 

“Pendejo. I’m being serious, Hermosa. You’re smart and beautiful and independent, and I know you’ll be such a good mom regardless, but I don’t know… I know you’d raise our girls to be just like you. Perfect little versions of their momma.” 

“You know those little girls are gonna have you wrapped around their finger, right? You can barely say no to the dog when he looks at you, let alone an actual baby.” 

“Well, I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Javi sighed, wrapping his arms around you, flipping your back flat against the mattress, your chest caged to his as he peppered ticklish kisses across your face and neck, making you squeal and squirm in delight, slowly working his way down your body. “But for now…” He smirked, his lips pressing hot and heavy along your skin, “might as well make sure I do everything I can to make sure that’s a bridge we cross sooner rather than later, huh?” 

“You’re ridiculous.” You snickered, throwing your head back against your pillow as his kisses traveled lower and lower, his fingertips gripping into the meat of your thighs with a devilish grin growing from cheek to cheek. “I love you so much, Jav.” 

“I love you too, Osita. Let’s make you a Momma.” 

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Hi,

Can i request Reneé Rapp x Fem reader where they've been friends since forever, and the reader has always been in love with Reneé but never said anything. Then, one day, they had an argument about something, and the reader ends up accidentally confessing her feelings and immediately tries to backtrack on what she said.

Thanks!

Into Your Future

|| Reneé Rapp x fem!reader

|| Warnings; argument between Reneé and reader, reader confessing feelings and trying to take it back, swearing, short drabble, reader feeling neglected

|| Summary; Reneé and reader get in an argument, where reader admits some things she wished she didn't. Soft ending.

Requests open!

Started; october 16th

Finished; october 16th

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Reneé's been your best friend for years, even before she started rising in the industry. Before she came out as gay. You've been out since highschool and you'd always had a crush on Reneé. Well, who wouldn't? She may as well be angelic. The two of you rarely ever fought, you were the type of friends that clung to each other at every moment. Always had to be holding hands or just something. It was a rarity to see you fight, but when you did... it got bad. Reneé had such a strong personality and you loved that about her, but God it was infuriating to deal with in an argument. Things often blew way out of proportion on both sides.

Today was one of those moments. Lately you've felt neglected by Reneé, as though she was choosing her career over you. Which fine, you understood. She was a rising artist and had to take her opportunities. But you didn't want to be left behind. You were tired of hardly seeing her anymore. She was supposed to be your best friend, right?

"Y/N, seriously? I'm trying to build my life right now." Reneé gave you one of the most judgemental looks you'd ever seen from her. It made you hesitate as you stared at her, trying to form words under her intensity.

"I... I know, I do. I just- you're all I have and I'm terrified of you leaving me behind. I want to support you, Reneé. How can I do that at a distance?" Then, before you could stop yourself..." I love you- more than a friend should. You're not someone I want to lose."

The both of you were silent after those words left your mouth; did you really just admit that? You tried to figure out her expression. Was she mad? Was she into it? You couldn't tell. For the first time in a while you were unable to read her and you prided yourself in knowing Reneé.

"What...?" She finally spoke, you couldn't understand her tone. Mixes of fear ad maybe relief? Or was that just something your brain was tricking you into hearing?

Maybe there was still time to take it back, explain yourself? You had to at least try," I'm sorry- I didn't mean to say that, uh- God. Fuck. I'm such an idiot, ignore me. Sorry. Forget I ever-"

She didn't let you finish your ramble. As you were talking, you didn't realize how close she had gotten to you. Then, Reneé's lips were on yours. Your eyes widened as you just stared at her, taking in how close you were. She stopped what she was doing and muttered against your lips," You gonna kiss me or what, idiot?"

A smile tugged at your lips and you cupped her cheeks, pulling her even closer as you kissed her. Pouring all your emotions into it, the anger. Frustration, fear. But also love, care and compassion you felt for the girl against you.

"Take me with you?" You asked after the kiss broke, looking into her eyes.

"Where?" She almost laughed, a little put off by your question. She wasn't going anywhere, was she?

"Into your future." You murmured, you really didn't want to be anywhere that wasn't with her. Especially not now.

Reneé smirked at you and gave you another kiss," smooth. But yeah, I'll take you." She giggled, feeling giddy as she saw the smile you had just for her. Looking as though she had hung the stars for you. Things would be okay.

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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 3

Summary: Morning sickness has hit you hard today but Jungkook's always there to take care of you no matter what mood you're in (A little glimpse into their future together) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 2.3K~ (honestly got carried away with this one lmao) Warning: Talks about pregnancy and throwing up lmao. Suggestive language but I think that's it lol a/n: This was an ask I got and again I wrote soooo much for it compared to how long my drabbles usually are so I figured I would give you guys a little peek into their future together and do a longer one 🤭 (written in almost one sitting so yeah barely edited) Start from the beginning

I slump down on the floor, taking in the cool bathroom tiles under my knees as I throw up for what felt like the millionth time today and I have to will myself to not lay down, seeking comfort from this constant nausea I've been granted with these past few weeks.

"It's okay baby I got you. Let it all out" Jungkook mumbles next to me, holding back my hair with one hand while he rubs my back with the other. Trying his best to provide some sort of comfort in my darkest hours.

Okay that was a little dramatic but morning sickness sucks alright. And by the way, such a misleading name since I've been puking my guts out morning, noon and night.

I lean my arm against the rim of the toilet and lay my head on top of that, the dizziness settling in moments later leaving me hurling again.

Once I've finished after spending what felt like hours kneeling in front of that toilet I'm finally granted some solace, although that nausea had now been replaced with a splitting headache.

Jungkook had suggested I take a nice long bath. One that's a little on the chilly side so it'll hopefully help the dizziness subside.

He's made it no less relaxing though, giving me a new bathtub pillow with candles lit all around (unscented ones of course since strong smells have been another thing that has made me sick) and my regular ginger ale slushy he always makes me every time I get sick.

Although he tried to leave me be so I could relax but I was able to easily convince him to get into the tub with me, begging him to massage my feet. Something he was honestly more than willing to do.

"Anything for the mother of my child" has been his favorite phrase to use ever since I got pregnant and it makes me melt every time he says it.

"You feeling any better?" he asks, having moved up my legs a bit to massage my calfs as well. "Yeah, thank you" I mumble since any loud sounds or bright lights are just the cherry on top of the things that are trying to prolong this headache.

"That's good" he says giving me a soft smile, a pained expression hidden behind it, wishing he could take away some of my pain. 

"We're coming up to the second trimester right? The doctor says morning sickness usually stops once you finish up the first" he tries to encourage me, hoping to give me a light to see at the end of the tunnel.

"We've got about two weeks left" I say, sinking down further into the tub, dreading the thought of living like this for the next two weeks. "I'm sorry Bunny. If I could I would take all of this away and put it all on me. I hate seeing you like this" he finally admits what's been on his mind recently, even though it's been very apparent with every look he's given me.

"You know that I love you right?" he says, moving closer to where I am and gives me a kiss before sliding in next to me and and moving me over to where I can sit between his legs, making me lay against his chest.

"I love you too" I whisper, taking one of his hands and playing with it while the other one rubs my baby bump that's getting bigger and bigger everyday. "You're so strong for doing this for us. I'm so proud of you" he mumbles against my neck, kissing the skin there and making me truly feel so loved.

I just feel so complete with him. Like there's nothing else in the world that I could possibly want. Except for this little bean that makes me puke up every single thing I dare to eat.

"How big is it right now?" he asks, referring to the pregnancy app I downloaded. "The size of a Kumquat" I giggle, thinking about the fact that a baby that small could make me so sick.

"What's a kumquat?" he chuckles right with me, confused by the unfamiliar fruit. "It's like a mini orange but...not" I say, not super confident in my answer. He laughs again and I sigh before continuing.

"It's like the size of a really big grape...but it's citrus" I say, trying to help him visualize it but he just laughs at my efforts, switching from rubbing my tummy to hugging, pulling me in as close as he can.

I pout when he still hasn't made moves to tell me that he kind of understands what I'm saying but he just trails a few more kisses down my neck instead.

"Should I go get some next time I go to the store?" he says, changing to feather light kisses making squirm at the ticklish sensation. "You want to eat our child?" I say, turning around in his embrace, breathing in the most dramatic gasp I can muster and he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know what I mean" he groans and I respond by giving him a kiss, one that's more full of life than they have been for a while.

"The bath made you feel that much better huh?" he smirks, taking in the light in my eyes again. "Yeah, also you helped me feel better. Just a little bit" I say holding up my pointer finger and thumb bringing them close together.

"Just a little bit huh?" he says, cocking a brow at me and I know I've made a mistake, or a terribly terribly delicious mistake. Maybe a little bit of both.

"Yeah just a little bit" I say, challenging him. He quickly stands up and gets me out of the tub, drying the both of us off for a few seconds before pulling me into the bedroom and throwing me on the bed. I giggle at his actions and watch as he crawls on top of me while cup the side of his face, bringing him in closer to kiss me.

"Seems like I should try a little harder huh?" he chuckles dryly and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder what the baby might feel when that happens. Do they know how nervous their daddy makes me feel sometimes?

Once we kiss for a little bit I push back on his shoulder, take in a deep breath and then push him off seconds later, running back to that same place, kneeling before that porcelain throne yet again.

He trails in after me after having put on a pair of boxers, kneeling down beside me and again trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry" I say, trying to calm my breathing after having finished and he chuckles. "It's okay it's not your fault. I guess it's just gonna be something we gotta get used to" he says and I furrow my brows, questioning his words.

"We'll have to start being careful so we don't wake up the baby once they're here" he teases and I roll my eyes, laughing along with him at the thought of being interrupted by our children late at night.

"Hopefully that won't happen too often" I breath out, starting to focus on my breathing to stop myself from retching again. "You just gotta learn to be a little more quiet" he teases, poking me in the ribs making me push his shoulder lightly but he sways right back over to me.

"It's not just me you know" I scoff and he continues to be amused at my efforts of defense. "Whatever" I grumble, standing up and flushing the toilet before cleaning myself off again and brushing my teeth.

"Come on Bunny you know I love you" he says following me back into the bedroom and over to the closet so I can pick out something to wear to bed. "I also love all those pretty little noises you make for me" he whispers in my ear, caressing my belly again but for more sensual motives this time.

I throw one of his t shirts over my head, trapping him under it for a second before he pulls away from me so I can put it on the rest of the way. 

I forego wearing anything else since I pretty much sleep naked most nights. The t shirt being a relatively new edition to provide some sort of warmth if I have to rush to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I pull back the covers and lay in bed, him following close behind and getting in next to me, pouting from the feeling of being shut out from the silent treatment I'm giving him but he gives me time to take a breather. 

"Can I hold you?" he asks in a tentative tone, not wanting to push it but still wanting to be close to me. Instead of answering I reach my arm back and grab onto his and throw it over me, taking his hand and placing it on my belly where he immediately starts to caress it, bringing those fluttery feelings back again. 

"I love you Darling" he mumbles into my neck after having come closer, my back up against his chest again, our legs tangled together while he encompasses me in that love that is truly palpable. "I love you too Daddy" I mumble with a smile on my face and he smiles against my skin. 

"Should I start calling you Mommy?" he teases, rubbing my belly and making me laugh. "Maybe when the baby gets here" I say, and he leans down so he can be eye to eye with my bump and starts talking to the baby. 

"Hey there you little Kumquat, you better let Mommy sleep tonight you got it? She's getting cranky with me when all I wanna do is love her" he says and I wack him upside he head, leaving him groaning in fake pain and I laugh while he continues to talk to the baby. 

"See? All I was doing was telling you to treat her better and then she goes and hits me. We're gonna have a serious talking to once you get out of there missy!" he says, and I laugh again, now choosing to run my fingers through his hair instead. "And now she's rewarding me, I don't know if I should praise you for that or still scold you" he pouts. "Be nice to the baby he doesn't know better" I chuckle and then he looks up at me, shocked at what I'm insinuating. 

"You hear that? She called you a boy! How rude. You're obviously a girl" he counters, the two of us still at odds on the gender of this baby. "How are you so sure?" I question, curious as to why he's been so dead set on thinking it's a girl. "I looked it up" he says sitting up so he can state his case. "Oh really?" I say sitting up and mirroring his posture, the both of us with our arms crossed over our chests. 

"Yup it says that excessive nausea is primarily linked to girls" he says, clearly proud of himself. "Oh yeah?" I question, cocking a brow at him (a habit I've picked up since I've been with him). "Yeah" he says, leaning over me to grab my phone on the nightstand, unlocking it and looking it up before showing me an article. 

"See" he says, and I roll my eyes. "Just because one article says that doesn't mean-" I'm interrupted by him grabbing my phone out of my hand and going back to the google results page before giving it back to me. I scroll and scroll and scroll and see that a vast majority of them support his claims. 

"Ha! Look!" I say, picking out the one article that says it's linked to boys. "Grasping at straws aren't we?" he chuckles. "Whatever" I huff and lay back down.

We get back into that position we had been in before, him leaning over me to talk to be baby again. "Goodnight baby, sweet dreams. You know I love you no matter what you are" he says and places a kiss on my bump making me caress his head again, wondering how I got so lucky. "But I secretly hope you're a girl" he says, mumbling it right against my stomach as if him continuing to say it would change the outcome. 

"Alright Daddy say goodnight for real this time" I chuckle, signaling him to lay back down so we can go to sleep. "Goodnight my love. See you soon" he finishes, placing one last kiss and laying back down to hold me again. "I swear you sweet talk that baby more often than you sweet talk me" I tease and he pinches one of my nipples in response. 

"Hey! Those are sensitive" I whine and he chuckles, tapping twice on my hip telling me to calm down. "Lets go to bed grumpy" he says, pulling me closer when I try to push him away. "I swear both of you are always ganging up on me" I grumble and he chuckles. 

"It's our job isn't it?" he says moving his hand this way and that on my belly almost as if he was doing a secret handshake with them. "I swear" I breathe out and all I hear is him starting to have a conversation with the baby again.

"Love you Mommy" he teases, acting as if he was the baby and roll my eyes. He follows it up giving me a similar sentiment, this time deepening his tone and saying it right in my ear. "Goodnight Mommy, love you" he says, placing one last kiss on my neck "Goodnight" I whisper back leaving him holding me tight, finally settling down. 

I'm greeted a few moments later with the sounds of his soft snores, my forever lullaby. "Love you too Daddy" I whisper barely loud enough for anyone to hear but it brings me comfort, knowing that soon those words will be echoed throughout our home for years to come.  

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Only three days for this poll instead of a week; I feel it should be plenty of time for those who want to have a say! This poll is to let me know which order I should write the fics in and I'll stick to this plan until all four are finished; with the exception of random drabbles and MerMay (cause sometimes I'm slow OTZ)

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Faeful Hearts II

The continuation for Faeful Hearts (which you can read part one here!)

This part focuses on what comes after the Artisan Y/n's marriage to Sun and Moon; little halfling Fae babies, their romance route taken with Fae Leader Eclipse and a bit more about what's going on since William's imprisonment. You'll learn more about Eclipse's past as well as what he hopes is his future (spoiler alert: his future is you).

We Can Serve You Better II

The continuation for We Can Serve You Better, Than They Can (which you can read part one here - but please note it is NSFW)

Congratulations your Royal Highness, your curse is broken and you've found your true loves! It's time to start working on that 'happily ever after' you've always read about in fairytales. Just because you're no longer cursed to feel lust every night doesn't mean you don't still end up that way now that Sir Moon and Sir Sun are more forward with their affections. You have a encounter with the very Sorcerer who placed the curse on you in the first place, but this time she gives you a gift for finding your true love(s) and breaking her curse; a gift that is nothing short of a miracle, a bundle of joy, love and happiness that the three of you thought would never be possible.

Summer Daze

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Summer loving happens so fast! Specially when you fall head over heels for your camp counselor coworkers who start off not wanting you to work with them at all. Slowly you prove your worth and start to think it's all is smooth rowing from there...until another counselor comes by and rocks the boat, making your summer dreams ripped at the seams.

Naga'na Let You Go

Poor little Flaminglet runt Y/n becomes abandoned and fed to the snakes; more specifically, Naga Snakelets at Fazco's MegaZoo. They try their best to run and hide from the young Nagas, though they unknowingly hide away in two Naga's favorite 'secret base'. The two friends had never seen or heard of a Harpy before, though you've certainly have heard of the terrifying beasts that are Nagas. The young snakelets are quite curious, wanting to know everything they possibly can about you; not seeming to understand that they're what's causing you to be so distressed... From childhood friends to cross species lovers? At least that's what the Naga's are hoping for.

[pretzel-box]

Hello everyone.

This will be a rather long post about some things I wanna adress, including the fact that I plan to stop writing for Pressure, my OCS and other peoples Ocs in the near future.

Down under the cut is a list with my personal view, issues and some other things that lead to this decision. Maybe I miss a lot or don't go too deep into detail but the main points are covered.

But before I would like to add that this is MY opinion and MY choice. I let you think of it what you want but I also request that you respect my actions.

The first point is probably already clear from the start. Maybe some noticed, maybe not but I fell out of love with the fandom and the game itself. It became boring to play, the characters lost their charm and I can't come up with any creative scenarios anymore and the ones that already exists have lost their meaning. This may sound like the typical burnout thing and maybe it is but I'm more than certain that I wanna step away from the game and the fandom to focus on other things that bring me more joy. Maybe I start a multifandom writing blog or I just learn another hobby.

The second thing that is close connected to the first point is the fandom of the game, including the community on tumblr. A huge part are super sweet people with a very creative side. I would go as far and say that I brought some of those together with my projects and writing and it really makes me happy to see everyone interact so friendly on my blog.

But something that I haven't adressed is the fact that there are also plenty of hardcore fans, haters and weird people in my askbox or general in the fandom. It is to be expected when someone gains a massive amount of followers. But I do not accept the fact that people judge me based on what I write, who I write for, when I write and if I write at all. I delete those asks. Some telling me that my community project is awful, unserious and pulls other ocs into dirt. Other people are claiming that I don't write Sebastians Character right and oh wow seriously? I am not Sebastians creator, I do not have that ultimate deep lore and mindset to write a person 1:1. I get hate for my own stories and of course the fans could now come to my protetion and say „But Chea don't listen to the haters, you are amazing“ but it doesn't fix the thing in a slightest.

Also regards the people that praise me, some of them ( I won't name anyone) are counting to those weird people that force me. There were 2 or 3 people that acted all sweet in public only to try and take control of some story plots etc.

Also, I started writing when Pressure was first raising to be popular. There weren't many pressure writers out there. I am usually not someone that posts their work online, I don't comment on stuff and I rarely like something. But I really wanted to see more pressure fanfictions. Now we reached the point where there are more than plenty amazing writers and I can quit. There is no need for me to continue something that only makes me hate myself more because everytime I open my notes to write a story for pressure it feels like a mental torture. I leave the writing to the other blogs.

The status for now:

AASB gets discontinued.

Reverse AU gets discontinued.

Streamer AU will recieve 6 more chapters to end the story on a good term.

House of Entities will get continued for a small period of time, probably till I am done with the Streamer AU. There is no plan for the chapter count yet.

All requests in the inbox will get deleted and the inbox itself will be closed after Streamer AU finished.

Any other unnamed project will get discontinued as well.

All stories, one shots, series, drabbles and other works of mine are free to use. Other authors can pick them up, re-write them or just make an own story out of those. I drop all rights for the ideas and I won't demand any credits either. Maybe someone else would like to continue House of Entities as well.

My final word, which may sound repeating: I do not change my opinion, there won't be any motivation talks or sugar coated words that will change my stand in those things. I know some of you will try and comfort me but this is really not needed. I wish for you all to accept the outcome of this situation and move on more or less.

I apologize dearly because this is very sudden and I hope you all will understand.

-Chea

[shehatescoffee]

for ur drabbles future itafushi as parents yes or no what are your thoughts

(my thoughts are yes, and that this is not even close to being under 100 words.)

"No, Yuuji."

"Babeeee! Please?"

Megumi gives him a look, eyes narrow as he struggles to strap their toddler into the carseat. She fights him every step of the way, unfortunately using her little teeth as weapons just the way Yuuji taught her to if anyone unfamiliar ever tried to talk to her (Megumi tells him she doesn't understand what a stranger is, but he thinks the glint in her eyes whenever he talks to her about it proves that wrong). His husband has been, understandably, very unappreciative of this development, since she only ever seems to bite him and him alone. "No. We are not bringing her on the mission, she is going to daycare," Megumi sighs, finally clicking the last clasp into place and immediately backing up to avoid a flurry of baby fists toward his chest. "God, you are just like Gojo sometimes, you know that? He brought me on a mission like ten minutes after we met."

Yuuji frowns at the rejection, though he does preen a little bit at the comparison, even though Megumi clearly doesn't mean it as a compliment. "Is it so bad that I'm worried about leaving her? What if she misses us?"

Chuckling, Megumi leans forward to press a kiss to their girl's forehead. She's calmed down now, placated by her favorite stuffy (a white dog that Yuuji drew Megumi's shikigami mark on), and seems to be on the verge of falling asleep already. "She barely understands object permanence, I don't think you need to worry about that too much."

Opening the passenger side door, he helps Megumi, exhausted from staying up late finishing the reports Yuuji always forgets, into the car before jogging around the front so he can get in the driver side. They'd settled on a sensible SUV, one with the top safety ratings and plenty of room for driving their daughter and her friends around when she gets a little older (or her siblings, if Yuuji has his way). As he turns the key in the ignition, foot tapping anxiously on the brake pedal, his nose crinkles with concern. "What if a curse user attacks the daycare while we're on the mission?"

Megumi glares at him, arms crossed. "She's only going to be there for a few hours if we do our jobs right, and I doubt any curse users would try anything considering how you treated the last one to show up." Rolling his eyes, he reaches over to rub Yuuji's shoulder, a reluctant but understanding smile growing on his face. Seeing Megumi smile always makes Yuuji's heart race, but it also calms him in every manner possible. Megumi knows that and wont hesitate to use it to his advantage. "Seriously, Yuuji. It will be fine. Trust me, okay?"

Huffing out a breath, Yuuji nods. "Fine, fine. Let's just get this show on the road." He grins, winking at his husband. "The curse isn't gonna exorcise itself, right?"

Megumi chuckles fondly. "Right."

When they drop their daughter off for her first time at daycare, Yuuji doesn't cry. At least, he doesn't cry that much.

He pretends not to notice Megumi quickly contort his hands, and pretends not to see as Kon takes up a sentry position next to the babygate cordoning off the play area, invisible to all but them.

They're gonna be fine.

[drabbletron]

Hey, Hey!

Just wanted to know if you had any future drabbles coming up!

I look forward to more of your writing and your besties on this app as this week has been hectic-

I haven't really be doing many short fics as of late. I know my recent average has been around 1.5k words per fic, and if i sit down for long enough uninterrupted, I can probably pump out about 1k words.

I know i have some pretty huge fics on my plate as of late the I was considering breaking into multiple parts, but I also want to put out finished works.

Current long fics are as follows:

All In Good Time: Trailbreaker X Reader 20 pages, 8582 words. (I've been chipping away at this one since April and it feels like the plot is too simple for what it's becoming.)

UNTITLED REVERSE HAREM: Trailbreaker X Hound X Thundercracker X Reader 8 pages, 2987 words (I started this one last night and worked on it more while at was at work between planes.)

Beyond this I haven't really done a whole lot. I know there are still three alt-mode sex fics under construction and that I have to publish the Bluestreak one first, but I feel like the most finished one is the Beachcomber one.

I will post a snipped though of the Reveres Harem fic tho to hopefully lift your spirits!

It's in picture format because screenshots are just easier lol:

I'm trying very hard to dance around the juicy bits because i don't want to spoil any events that happen to Reader. Please be advised that Skywarp is absolutely rotten in this fic and I'm bad at action sequences lol. I'm also not sure when a title will materialize for this fic, so it may remain untitled for a while.

Overall I do apologize for the severe lack of content on this blog. I'm trying as best I can, but I have a lot going on in life atm.

Thanks for sticking around though and I hope you all enjoy!

- D. Tron

[sonboyadam]

Adam's birthday fic rec palooza!

hi! i didn't do anything for the Adam's birthday bc adulthood, but here's a short list of some adam centric fics that i've loved and bookmarked along the years. I chose oneshots for this, maybe i'll do another fic rec in another time. I'm doing this at work so let me know if the links are wonkyyy

things fall apart, the centre cannot hold by basicallymonsters

Adam's perspective throughout Mister Impossible, as his worry reaches a fever pitch, and the two versions of himself begin to converge.

I love everything this author has ever written, and this is my beloved forever, this adam pov is canon for me. It's angst and sad and so good

don't want no other shade of blue but you by the lace

It didn’t help his mood that they seemed to be taking all their cues straight from a bad how to help a friend who’s going through a breakup wikiHow article; breakup playlists he wouldn’t listen to, invitations to movie nights he hadn’t taken them up on, a bottle of Prosecco he had given to a girl who lived down the hall from him… And now they had decided to try setting him up on dates, apparently.

This oooone, im obssesed. adam tries to date after ronan ghosts him but at the end he's still a water sign you know

Mile Markers by escribo

All Adam needs is one signature on his application to Aglionby. That should be pretty simple, right?

Lovelove precanon fics, this is ppl telling adam no, and him going watch me💕

Wringing Out the Hours by quietcoast

Adam leaves for college, and realizes he has no idea what comes next.

Adam figuring it out what he wants!! this was posted very early post trk and before tdt even was a thing, but I love going back to this fics and see everyone's interpretation of how adam deals with the Future tm

Hold on by momebie (katilara)

(The one where Adam gets a tattoo and there's a lot of dialogue and feelings and dialogue about feelings.)

I think this one doesn't need more explanation, he gets a tattoo!!! Read it!! It's soft and he's free and he gets a tattoo!!

suppose you're in a meadow by deathlessaphrodite

Adam’s first love was a dirtbag fry cook working at the Waffle Inn on the outskirts of Henrietta, where Adam had journeyed every other night, on his bike, the summer he turned seventeen.

Like I said i looove precanon fics, this one is baby bi adam backstory, enough said

being witnessed in the act of wanting something by deathlessaphrodite

'Guilty' is such a childish word, Adam thinks; he associates it more with the church than the law, now.

Ok this one is sad too but I still love it very much, missing scenes are also one of my favorite fandom tropes:^)

And finally, finishing with some good tumblr drabbles💕

This drabble of adam buying flowers for ronan 💕

This drabble of adam making out with aglionby boys hehe

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

a run down would be appreciated😭😭 and i sure hope coffee at midnight is a happy fic bc that one i did start reading and its my current obsession, i wont be able to take it if something bad happens to my babies

I won't spoil Coffee at Midnight, but I'm glad you're loving it!!

My other fics, though, I'm going to try and put into categories.

The Multichaps

A Fine Line will take you through every emotion. It's smutty and angsty and stressful but it has a happy ending!

illicit affairs is an ongoing multi-chap that's nowhere near finished. emily and aaron sleep together before her first day on the job, when neither knows who the other is. the affair they begin has consequences for years to come.

touchy subject is complete and is an emotional journey. a teenage emily aborted aaron's baby without telling him, and deals with the consequences of that decision in the decades that come after.

impact married Hotchniss are in a car accident that leaves emily in a coma.

the price we pay. I'll start by telling you that Emily's dead. that's not a spoiler, i literally tell you in the comments. this fic sees JJ try to come to terms with her death and her unresolved feelings for Emily at the same time.

Nodus Tollens is annoyingly incomplete. A complicated fic based on the Arizona-Callie-Mark triangle n Greys.

The One-Shots

The Five Stages of Grief are a Myth is a journey, but it does have a happy ending!

phantasmogoria - emily struggles with the trauma of having spent seven months in isolation, with only her own mind for company. hotch is her lifeline.

found family is a cute little fic i wrote for the 'accidental baby acquisition' tag for criminal minds week 2023. the team find a baby.

built a home and watched it burn may or may not stay an angsty one-shot. it's the first chapter of an unfinished fic i took down a while ago, in which emily and aaron are getting divorced.

Eulogy is an angsty af one-shot of JJ and Hotch telling Emily about the Paris plan.

You'll Always Be My Person is angsty Jemily fluff that I woudn't say has a happy ending, but it's sweet and short.

Habits is a cute little Jemily drabble.

in love with you is Emily POV Jemily angst.

twelve things that didn't break aaron hotchner and the one that almost did is Hotch angst with a happy Hotchniss ending.

The States Game is a cutie team fic based on That Friends Episode.

The Smutty One-Shots

Heat is the only 'only one bed' fic i've ever written. it's just pure, unadulterated, shameless, steamy Hotchniss smut.

every lover's game is what happens after you send the girl you fancy in to flirt with a creepy guy called Viper. it's pure filth. it's great. probably my favourite filth i've written. you're welcome.

trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat is angsty Hotchniss smut. like I earned the angsty smut tag on this one.

when it rains, it pours - more angsty Hotchniss smut. back from Paris, emily is struggling. then comes a storm.

Coming Home is wholesome Jemily smut.

Stress Relief and Debriefing are just pure Emily/Luke smut.

Hotchner's Future Au (in chronological order)

technically these all have a happy ending because emily and hotch are married and trying to cope with parenting x

nature vs nurture after having her first child, emily struggles with her mother's first visit and her criticisms.

a good cat never goes far - proceed with caution if you love Sergio. that's all i'll say. but also read it because i'm proud of it <3

the last first day - emily struggles with her last baby starting school

good intentions, bad excecution - livvy hotchner is a menace, but she's also a great big sister.

red-handed the kids catch emily and aaron in a...compromising position. based on a request to write a hotchners future au fic inspired by the modern family episode 'caught in the act'

my mama's in the kitchen worrying about me - emily struggles with having a teenage daughter who's exactly like her.

Good Crazy - jack announces that he and his girlfriend are expecting. emily and aaron temporarily lose their minds, but what's new?

[merakiui]

Mera Mera can you drop a list of works you're working on/will be working on in near future? This starving pitiful one is begging for a crumbs of what you're cooking *muster the cutest puppy eye I could ever make 🥺* pwetty please?

Jokes aside I love all of your writing so much so I'm rereading tmdg for the umpteenth time ;) if only tumblr search did a better job I would be able to reread all of your other stories and chitchats as well 😔

Hi hiii!! I can absolutely list the works I'm planning to work on! Here's what's on my to-write list as of now (in no particular order, but the first Riddle fic will definitely be finished before the others):

✧ fairy-tale felicity - in which Riddle is a researcher who is looking after you, but he spends too much time doing so and now he's attached and can't bear to let you go.

✧ sex by the sea - short nsfw drabbles for the cast featured in "lost in the book with stitch."

✧ heartache hospital - in which Scaramouche learns to love (rather obsessively) while in the hospital.

✧ the crocodile's dilemma - in which Riddle hits you with his car on his way home and, thinking you to be dead, begins to try to cover up his accidental crime.

✧ havfruens forelskelse sequel - in which you struggle to keep your pregnancy hidden from Leona while Azul works effortlessly to reunite with you.

Here is the schedule for February (which is solely dedicated to finishing and posting Lunar Love Hotel requests from last year):

✧ alhaitham fic

✧ riddle omegaverse

✧ serial killer rook

✧ lawyer azul

✧ fwb jade

✧ azul one-sided rivalry

There are many requests, but these are a few I hope to write!!! >w< thank you for enjoying my writing (and for rereading tmdg hehehe >;D). I hope you can look forward to what's scheduled to come!! Additionally, if you'd ever like to look for my twst works, you can find them here on my masterlist! It's not all of them but a few particularly notable thoughts + fics.

[serbarris]

20 Questions for Writers

ty for the tag @ziskandra, tagging @trashwithvariety @maythedreadwolftakeyou and anyone else who writes im so bad at keeping track (just say I tagged u I'm interested!)

How many works do you have on ao3?

3! I used to also have my collections of my vaimah x faralen drabbles but I deleted them from cringe tbh

What’s your total ao3 word count?

24,630!

What are your top five fics by kudos?

At Best You Find a Little Remedy | DATV | 181 kudos

Calliope has had a crush on Emmrich for approximately 16 years, not only does she have to save the world, but also juggle her teenage crush.

I'll Crawl Home to Her | DATV | 174 kudos

Significant moments where Emmrich says Rook's real name.

Heaven Help the Fool | DATV | 18 kudos

Modern!au, they're both civil servants, Emmrich disenfranchised, Calliope ready to change the world

Halamshiral | DAI | 22 notes

A turning point in Faralen and Vaimah's relationship - they reconcile at the Winter Palace (i have since rewritten it)

Ghilan'Evan | DA2/DAI | 16 notes

After the Sabrae Clan were back on Ferelden soil the clan’s unusual circumstances were confronted by the Hahren’al at the Arlathvhen that has convened because of the mage war.

What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon age! I have prev written for Harry Potter and Darren Shan/Cirque du Freak but that was when I was like 14 and they're terrible. Apparently, I was also writing a modern au for the hobbit but I have no idea what it was or where this was saved lol (I went onto my old ffn account and have taken like 30 points of psychic damage from it)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!!! I love having a dialogue with readers, especially when they notice something you did in your fic or reassure you about something you were unsure about how it would land! I love commenting on fics, too!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A lot of my Vaimah x Faralen fic is quite angsty just given their story, there's definitelygoign to be some angsty chapters coming in HHTF and ABYFaLR

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'll Crawl Home To Her! And future abyfalr!

Do you get hate on fics?

Have yet to get any!

Do you write smut?

Yes, I'm not super confident writing it, though

Do you write crossovers?

No, but i have definitely read crossovers!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but ofc open to it!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

nope

What’s your all time favourite ship?

this is like the hardest question i've ever been asked... i really enjoy josephine montilyet/cullen rutherford, peggy carter/steve rogers and darcy/loki lol. I was a big darcy/loki stand back in the day. Edit: I just went on ffn and looked oh my holy christ I have so many mcgonagall x tom riddle fics favourites who am i

What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

if i dont finish abyfalr i will cry. in reality the huge vaimah/faralen fanfic that spans every game is a wip that will never happen

What are your writing strengths?

i genuinely have no idea... I'm going to say writing emmrich, according to my comments, I am good at writing his voice!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I know i get way too keen to post and don't give it time to cook properly. I also forget to write environments/clothing

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i try not to, i will use it for some things like swearing, or say for da elves something that we have translations for. I use it sparingly!

First fandom you wrote for?

Darren Shan Saga/Cirque Du Freak

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

heaven help the fool is so fun to write and is honestly making me romanticise my job again and it's bringing me a lil bit of whimsy and joy back into my day job!

also there's this which is part of my Eilan isn't dead au, which faralens brother isn't dead, he in fact became a warden and reunites with vaimah and faralen!

[animasola86]

A few changes are coming...

Hello, dear followers of this very blog.

The title of this post says it all: I am in the middle of re-structuring a few things around here because my focus has shifted a little.

About a year ago I started this blog as a home for my Hogwarts Legacy hyperfixation, I took a deep dive into fanfiction, into oneshots, into smut essentially. I wrote so many things centered around Sebastian Sallow it's almost embarrassing in hindsight. But I am not embarrassed, I am actually quite proud of having been able to write so much, of having a muse to guide my creative (and dirty) thoughts.

It's been a real blessing.

But as you may have noticed, my focus, my fixation, has shifted, fizzled out a little.

It started when I began writing for Professor Sharp, dipping my toes into the older man/younger woman dynamic, and to be quite honest with you, I am still knee-deep (or even deeper) in that trope. It's always been a passion (a secret kink?) of mine to have an age (and size) difference between characters, so eventually I moved away from that particular character as well and focused on characters of my own.

I'm still currently writing my original story Innocence Lost over at @animasolaoriginal (about a cowboy and a girl, a slow burn love story), but the smut writer in me has yearned for something more, so I posted a few Smut Drabbles, very short little smut scenes I couldn't put into my story yet (or ever).

And from that very sentiment of having little outlets for my horribly dirty mind, grew another idea for an original story, something I'm still working on (I'm eight chapters in already), and this time I will finish it first before I post anything, I'm forcing myself to do that, yes I will (famous last words, huh? Don't quote me on that...)!

What I'm trying to say is, this blog, that has been focused around HL and Sebastian Sallow, will turn into the smut blog it has always been, but no longer featuring our beloved freckled pixel boy. I kept my smut drabbles neutral, dropped no names, no descriptions, just, well, faceless porn really, so anyone could imagine any character in the male and female characters portrayed if they wanted to.

I find freedom in doing so, being able to write anything and not put it in the confines that is writing for British characters set in the 1890s without having to put them in various AUs all the time.

And so I'll continue writing what I like, and I hope you will follow along.

I know most of you probably also follow me for my HL screenshots that have mysteriously stopped appearing as well. I still have my vast library of posted screenshots, don't worry, they will stay (everything will stay, this is just about future content), but if I ever dive back into the game (which, tbh, I haven't played in a long while, haven't even updated yet or checked out the new photomode), I will post new screenshots on a sideblog I will have yet to make.

Just to keep this blog cleaner. And smuttier.

Imagine finding my screenshots of pretty Scottish landscapes or cute Magical beasts (or broody pixel boys) and then scrolling down to find a filthy little smut drabble right under it. It just doesn't mix well anymore. (It never did, but I only realize that now, oops, sorry to everyone who probably stayed away from my blog for that very reason).

So, to wrap this up: I will remain a smut writer, if you are in need of a little erotica to spice up your day (or night), you will always find something of the sort right here.

I'm also not leaving the HL fandom, I'm still an active follower (read: lurker), and I feel like my time has come to let other people contribute to it. And if you follow the #sebastian sallow smut tag, you'll find a lot of authors that still mainly focus on him, so if you don't want to imagine him in my anonymous smut scenarios, you'll find plenty of other sources around here, don't worry!

I, for one, want to expand my horizon a little, look into other fandoms. I've read so many fanfics/oneshots centered around characters like Joel Miller (who I loved ever since playing The Last of Us for the first time), Arthur Morgan (who inspired my cowboy phase tbh) and even characters I never knew I needed in my life, like Simon "Ghost" Riley (who I didn't even know before because I never played Call of Duty), but this is tumblr, you are exposed to a lot of things if you allow them in - and it's been an absolute blast to find new things to obsess about.

So I hope that you, dear followers, can forgive me for branching out, for turning this once HL-centered blog into not just a multi-fandom blog, but a place for smut enjoyers of all types.

Because I found my calling, and it's writing porn. It is what it is.

TL;DR:

Future screenshots will find a new home in a yet to be announced sideblog.

The content will become more neutral, so that anyone can imagine anyone in the roles of the protagonists.

(I may still write for specific characters in the future, to be determined which one, maybe I'll return to write for Sebastian Sallow or Aesop Sharp one day, who knows, I still have some unfinished WIPs after all...)

There will always be smut. Because smut is life.

And with that, I thank you very much for reading this far. And I thank you for sticking around, for enjoying my content, in the past and in the future, hopefully. Thank you for your patience with me and for joining me on new adventures!

Cheers!