#wc:829

[faestunna]

remmick breeding kink :)

can you handle it?

PAIRING: remmick x fem!reader

WC: 829

WARNINGS: smut (18+), p in v, rough sex/pure porn with no plot, dom/sub vibes, slight size kink, dirty talk, creampie

A/N: anddddd my seat is wet thank you anon! thinking about this concept all day everyday cus remmick is a filthy little freak and i need him so bad

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Your head leans back against the wall as your eyes squeeze shut, lips falling open just enough for him to see the point of your teeth.

“Just like that, darlin’,” Remmick cooes, holding back a moan. He moves his eyes down to where the two of you connected. About half of his length was hidden inside of you. “Christ, that’s good.” The other half was the only thing keeping his hips from fully pressing against yours.

When you were a little girl, you’d been told to never speak the Lord’s name in vain; the preacher hadn’t said anything about speaking it in pleasure.

For as long as you’d known Remmick, pleasure was all he seemed to know. You’d miss him for a month or so—a time during which your life was ever so drab—until he came lurking around your cottage again. All it took was one “Come inside” and Remmick knew you were his.

That and the way you managed to grip him the same every time he fucked you. “Miss me, honey?” He asks while maintaining the merciless speed of his hips.

You nod rapidly, nose crinkled and hands gripping the table below you. He couldn’t have even waited to get you into the bedroom to have his way with you. Remmick was a man who got what he wanted, and you were the girl who gave it to him.

“M-missed you so bad,” you stutter out. He was stronger than you—a lot—to the point where if you tried to move yourself or switch positions, he’d press your hips down, leaving bruises on the skin.

“I bet so, baby.” It’s unfair, really. Here you are, a trembling, sobbing mess with him between your legs, and he manages to pound into you like it’s nothing. Don’t be fooled—it’s one of the most heavenly things Remmick has felt. He grabs your face by your cheeks and leans in half way, pulling you to him. “Tell you what,” he whispers. “What if you don’t have to miss me no more?”

You peek your eyes open and look at him through heavy eyelids. “W-,” You’re cut off by a moan. “What?”

He angles his hips a certain way so you can feel the tip of him hitting a new spot inside you. As your toes curled, Remmick grinned. “I’ll leave a little piece of me with you. That way,” he caresses your chin with his thumb. His other hand acts as a weight on your stomach. “You won’t miss me when I’m gone. How’s that sound, darlin’?”

It only takes your foggy mind a second to process what he says, and you immediately nod your head. “Please,” you gripped onto his arms.

“I think you need it, honey,” he almost chuckles, and if you weren’t distracted by the warmth building up between your legs, you would’ve scolded him. You could feel every inch of him that drew in and out of you, kissing your cervix so gently but enough that your legs wrapped around him.

A devilish glare overcame your eyes. “I need it,” you confirm, taking his thumb from your chin in between your lips. Remmick’s jaw drops slack as he lets out a soft groan. His pace somehow quickens, leaving you whimpering around his digit.

“Oh, I knew you’d let me fuck you like this,” he says while his movements turn rougher. They’re ragged and sharp, and (from experience) you know he’s just as close as you are. “A sweet girl like you needs someone to take care of her like this. I know you can handle yourself…wasn’t sure if you could handle me.”

Your lips part open and he drops his hand. “Now,” he says into your ear with a small smirk. “I’m wondering if you can handle more.”

His forehead presses against yours. Your body nearly bounces with every snap of hips. There’s still a glorious sensation of yourself stretching open for him. Letting him in. Your legs twist around his frame as if begging him to fill you up with his promise.

When you finish, you crash. It’s a series of both of yours’ high-pitched moans and throaty groans, the feeling of a warmth spurting into you. “That’s it, darlin’, take it all. Every drop of me.” Remmick cooes as your chest rises and falls with desperate breaths. He doesn’t move out of you. His length, still unbelievably hard, plugs you to keep any of his release from dripping out.

A sheer layer of sweat creates a glisten over your face. You smile in a tired pleasure. “Gonna have a piece of you with me forever.” You say, taking his hand and placing it back over your lower stomach.

Remmick nods, rubbing the skin like he’s never felt something so soft. And as he moves forward to place a kiss on your lips—a perfect mixture of gentle and rough—he accidentally pushes himself even deeper into you.

A small moan escapes your throat…and he smirks into the kiss.

© faestunna 2025.

[yuvany]

#ENHYPEN WITH AN IDOL!READER

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 with a popular idol •°

OT7 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 x female reader :: GENRE / WARNING(S) :: fluff + secret lovers + kissing . . not proofread . .WC ; 829 ;; CHECK BOX !!

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

His eyes trail your figure on stage, the details of your face and dress. Heeseung is in awe at how astonishing you look under the bright stage light, looking so elegant yet controlling, as if you knew the state was yours. Applauds the loudest when you finish your performance, a big smile reaching across his face. When you walk past him to get to your seat, the two of you bow to each other, still holding eye contact. When the announcer called out that you(r group) had won an award, Heeseung is excited for you, smiling and cheering, forgetting that there were other people around him. "Congrats on the award, Love." He says, kissing you gently on the lips after the award show.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

Being on a variety show together was not easy for Jay. He could barely keep his eyes off you, subconsciously he'd slowly make his way closer to you. You notice this and step aside, not wanting any 'rumors' to spread. After the camera cuts, he approaches you, his hand sneakily finding your waist as he pulls you close to himself. "Don't you want them to know, baby ?" He asks sincerely and you reply, "Dearest, be professional, okay?" You kiss the tip of his nose and Jay gets embarrassed for being called out.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍

Everyone was basically aware that Jake admired you, never did they know that you two were in a romantic relationship. Clips online showed Jake looking at you from afar with a wide smile and eyes that glimmered, fans online argued that the two of you were just friends. He always wanted to go on a proper date with you, but that was like a dream because you two were incredibly busy people. When finally getting free time, Jake texts you in a flash, "Wanna go on a date, Lovely?" You of course agree, and while being outside, you're both forced to wear masks and caps to keep your identity hidden which he will complain about later.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

Was an MC, and during today's episode was your group's turn to be interviewed. As you stepped onto the stage, applause filled the environment as Sunghoon introduced you and your group. Everyone bowed to each other politely, and Sunghoon backed away to give more space. You introduce your group, and he watches in awe with heart eyes. "How does it feel to be here?" He asks, his eyes glued on you. "Feels awesome!" You answer, locking eyes with him, the amount of time caught people's attention, how your eyes lingered on him. The mic in your hand gets transferred around as they give their opinion, but Sunghoon still won't take his eyes off you, he only glances at them before looking at you again.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

He was glad that the two of you worked in the same industry, that meant that you could run into each other more coincidentally. It was late at night when you walked out of the dance studio to see Sunoo right outside. "Hello, Handsome." You greet, closing the door behind you. "Evening, Princess." Sunoo says with a grin. You ask him what he's doing out here so late, and he simply said that he was on a walk after his practice. "Also wanted to walk you back, and maybe go to the cafeteria first." You nod your head, content with the plan. As you two walk there with your arm linked with his, you two explain your future schedules to plan something nice when free.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

Would sneak backstage before your group's performance just to hype you up. "Where's Y/n?" You hear his voice from behind, and when you turn to look, you see your group member speaking to him, and he immediately runs over to you after thanking your member. "What are you doing here?" You ask confused and shocked, feeling Jungwon's hands holding you firmly by the shoulders. "Just here to see how you're doing, babe." He says, and you slowly nod. "Just a little nervous, that's all." Jungwon dusts off some fabric from your outfit and tells you you shouldn't be. "You'll be awesome, I know you've worked hard, no need to worry. I'll be watching you." He assures and kisses you on the cheek before running away.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

Would complement you on his live. You(r group) released a new comeback? He'd promote it. "Have you guys heard [. ]'s new album." Riki read the comment, and he nods, his eyes seeming to hold more interest now. "Personally, my favourite is [song], what about you guys?" Riki pulls up his phone to play some of your music, but as well as sending you a message saying that some of his fans were your fans as well. You'd of course do the same when it comes to Enhypen's music. "Hmm? Romance:untold? Of course, I love it!" You answer when someone asks you about it. Fans then start to ship you guys because of how much you guys match, specifically airport outfits.

[bahngarang]

chapter 9.0 ☆ imposter syndrome

ss: 18

wc: 829

cw: food mentions, mentions of physical fighting

a/n: I lost two years of my life trying to edit that photo if it looks bad don't tell me (also the initials l . y are l/n y/n if you're confused)

"okay, okay, hear me out," minji paused, chewing a heroically sized mouthful of pizza, holding her finger up as if to hold her place in the conversation.

it went on for just long enough to be awkward, and yn took a sip of their soda – as if they weren't already stewing in a pool of their own embarrassment at this whole situation. and it was embarrassing, to say the least. how long would it have taken them to get to this point if not for some... some bitch trying to steal their soulmates? honestly, yn thought they would have the opposite reaction to this sort of thing. the other yn – she was pretty, able-bodied from what they could tell, and she seemed remarkably put together. a far cry from their own life. she seemed to be everything yn wanted for their soulmates.

well, except for the fact that she was almost undoubtedly a sasaeng. stray kids' management had gone to great lengths not to show their soul marks, but there had been a few slip-ups over the years, and despite their best efforts, it had come out that the group were soulmates – and that there was one more person included. that came with a lot of failed attempts of stalkers trying their best to convince they boys that they were their soulmate. up until now, it had always been fairly mediocre attempts, and/or easy to see through. it was different this time, almost indistinguishable from yn's own (before the accident).

but apart from that, theoretically, she was perfect for them. and yn... wasn't. but that didn't stop the pit of frustration burning deep in their stomach – frustration at themselves, mostly, at the world, and everything else. although, that last one was the more general ire for living made worse by this whole debacle.

sometimes, privately, yn wondered if it really was just a big coincidence, if they really were their last soulmate. it just felt like they... didn't fit. and, just occasionally, they wished it was that way – although, not really. they didn't know the others, and didn't really know how to feel about them just yet, but the idea of chan being with someone else made yn's chest clench painfully.

"what if," minji started again, "what if you showed up at the company building with like, one of those massive rose bouquets and blasting a sad song on your boombox?"

"well, first of all," yn said, "where are the funds for this rose bouquet? with the price of everything these days, i'm not sure i even have enough for twelve. secondly, a boombox? how old do you think i am? contrary to apparently popular belief, i do not have a boombox. and, you know, i think security wouldn't let me within 50 metres of the building."

"darn."

the quiet clicking of lego pieces broke the silence between the poignant lack of ideas in the brainstorming session. it was difficult, coming up with a way to explain to your best friend that you'd been hiding the fact that you were his last soulmate that made you look least like a buffoon. it was unavoidable, looking like an idiot, but surely there had to be a way too minimize the damage, right?

it wasn't going very well so far.

yn sighed heavily to themselves. any angle you looked at it, it was bad. the problem being self aware was exactly that – being self aware. the second-hand embarrassment at their own actions had suddenly hit them like a freight train early that morning during classes. it had not been a pleasant day, with every free moment spent shrivelling into their own skin in a very visceral reaction. god, it was just... ugh.

the doorbell rung out through their apartment, breaking the spell that had fallen over the three of them. bingus trotted in, complaining loudly at the intrusion. his fur was all scruffed up, indicative of his 47th nap of the day that he'd just been rudely awoken from.

chika furrowed her brows, glancing in the direction of the door. "you got a package coming or something?"

"uhh... not to my knowledge..." bingus jumped up onto yn's lap, circling a few times before climbing up onto their shoulders like a parrot. chika reached over to brush his fur back into place, eliciting a deep, crackly purr as he pushed his face against her hand. "i'll go see who it is..."

yn stood up tentatively, gently supporting bingus's ass so he didn't fall off during the process, before walking over to the door, grabbing the keys off the hook next to it and unlocking it.

"hey," minho said conversationally, like he hadn't just shown up at yn's door unceremoniously.

"hi," yn mumbled, forcing the word out. they couldn't decide where to look, the doorframe taken up by not only minho, but seungmin and hyunjin as well, the other two appearing at least a little more awkward about the situation.

"we know."

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[desideriumwriter]

could you write a hurt/comfort where in the battle of hogwarts reader sees fred get hit by an explosion and goes on a rampage until a weak and limping fred stops them from casting the killing curse bc even tho he’s seriously injured he’s worried about them?

(also i absolutely love anyone but you)

i wrote this in one night can you tell lmao, anyways tysm!!! i hope this breaks your heart and puts it back together all at once

wc: 829

cw: talks/depictions of explosions, blood, injury, death, dissociation, reader literally almost kills a man, barely proofread

“Bombarda Maxima!” You heard his voice, you saw his face, you recognized it from the wanted poster you saw of him. Augustus Rookwood, a death eater.

You saw the spell hit right where Fred was standing. You witnessed him go down, disappearing in smoke and debris from the attack.

Once your ears stopped ringing a painful amount and the smoke cleared. You could see his body laid against the wall, head hanging down and his body still.

In the distance could see Rookwood standing there, staring at the destruction he caused with a pleased look. 

Body moving faster than your brain, you were sprinting towards him now. He began to runaway.

You were screaming an array of offensive spells as you chased after him. Reciting every one that you remembered from your dueling classes.

You were able to knock his wand out of his hand when he tried to cast something back at you, it flew somewhere out of reach of the both of you.

Throat sore and legs aching, you didn’t stop chasing after him.

“Diffindo! Confringo!” You moved onto more destructive spells, not caring about the pillars and stone you accidentally hit when the spells missed him.

“Sectumsempra!” A white bolt shot out of your wand, hitting him right in the back and knocking him forward into the ground.

You didn’t expect the spell to work, more of you didn’t know what to expect. You’d never used it before, never learned about it.

The only time you heard it and witnessed it being used was when Snape casted it and cut off George’s ear.

All you knew is that it did damage, harm, pain. That’s all you wanted to cause towards Rookwood.

You came to a stop once you were just a few steps away from where he was, grunting and squirming in agony on the ground. 

There were slash marks all over his body, blood soaking all throughout his clothing.

As you stood there in front of him, the only sounds were your sharp breaths, out of sync with Rookwoods pained ones.

Fred was gone. You saw him yourself. Limp and lifeless in the debris.

All morals were gone as you stared at him, your wand pointed and ready to cast.

It’s not fair he gets to live while Fred doesn’t. He doesn’t deserve to.

The call of your name and a hand on your shoulder was enough to make you spin around, pointing your wand threateningly at whoever was behind you.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Fred shouted, putting his hands up in innocence. 

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Fred’s shaky hands hovered over your shoulders, not sure if you were okay to be touched yet. You wanted to lock eyes with him, to comfort him with your gaze if he needed it, you knew he did. But a large part of you didn't want to see the state he was in.

You weren’t sure there was any comfort in your eyes either, only anger and fear. It was this strange  dissociated daze you were stuck in. Fred tried to shake you from it with his words.

“Look, it’s me. It’s only me.” He held your face with weak and bloodied hands, wiping the dirt and strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

Your breaths were still sharp, body still tense, hand still tightly grasped around your wand, still looking around for any danger.

He kept repeating his words, saying your name, pleading for you to look at him until you finally did.

As your eyes locked with his, your sharp breaths turned into shaky sobs. 

“I thought you were…you looked…” Your hands roamed all over his upper half, “You’re here…oh God, you’re hurt.” you sobbed as you felt a warm soaked part on his torso. 

“I know, I know, let’s just…let’s just sit.” He limped and directed you to sit down with him on a knocked over pillar. You noticed more of his injuries through bleary eyes.

“Your leg, it’s all-“ You stared in horror at his damaged body, blood bleeding through his shirt and pants.

“I know. Let me just..” Your wand was now in his hand. He must’ve taken your wand from you while he was trying to bring your focus back to him. “Ferula.” He casted and bandages appeared, wrapping around his wounds. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved breath in response.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He breathed out, his voice soft yet out of breath. Your only response was to cry even more and wrap your arms around him.

Fred rubbed your back and shushed you. 

He held onto as if you were built out of ash, like you would crumble into his hands if he applied too much pressure. While you gripped onto him, his shirt balling up in your fists, refusing to let go. You practically were crumbling in his hold.

“It’s alright. It’s all over. It’s done. I’m here. I’m here.”

[cybiirz]

ೃ⁀➷ DOCUMENTS

Wriothesley x Gn!Reader

Sypnosis : Seems like a certain Warden had tired himself out. Being the kind person you were, you chose to help, but you forgot how deceiving an inmate can be. He was no different…But at least he pays?

WC : 829

“Wriothesleyyy! I brought you something from Sigewinne. She says it’s for like, helping you stay awake or whatever,” You groaned out as you treaded up the stairs. Currently, you were holding a large box of medicine that you were supposed to be delivering to other inmates.

That was your punishment for getting involved in a little experiment that was supposedly forbidden in the fortress…Either way, it was tiring and you just wanted it to be done with.

Your footsteps echoed against the walls as you stomped onto the metal stairwell. Finally, you reached the top, and with a lack of breath might you add. Who the hell needed so much medicine anyway? Nevertheless, you kept your head low as you observed the different bottles inside.

“There’s a lot here, let me just find yours and…got it. Huh, this thing has way too many side effects! How the hell do you even—” You lifted up your head to look at Wriothesley, only to find him practically passed out on his desk. You paused and cocked your head to the side.

Suddenly, you had an idea and with a smile and a slight skip in your step, you closed in on the desk. Outstretching your arms, you held the box over the table before dropping the heavy equipment, creating a loud slam against the wood.

No reaction.

“Huh? So he’s really knocked out then,” You murmured quietly to yourself. You opted to walk around the table and slowly approached his unconscious form. You began poking his head, and to no surprise, no reaction.

“Jeez. You overwork yourself too much you idiot,” You whispered next to him. Glancing at all of his papers, it took less than a second to see how messed up everything was. You sighed deeply and decided to help out this son of a gun.

It had been about an hour or so, with you going over the different documents and having to dig deep into his shelves to pair up each page to its designated folder. Covering your mouth, you let out a loud yawn before looking back over at the warden. Still fast asleep.

A small chuckle left your lips as you walked back over to him. Resting yourself against the table, you lifted your left hand and gently stroked his head.

“Well I organised each and every document for you. And since I went over each word written, I've seen you’re doing a good job for this prison. Even for inmates like me, you treat us well…But you are definitely paying me back one way or another once you’re awake,” After partially scolding him but mainly complimenting him, you began to get lost in a daze as you stared softly at the man in front of you.

Once you finished speaking, his head turned slightly, eyes opening with a small smirk splayed on his lips. You swiftly retracted your hand and looked away, trying to avoid his stare.

“Thanks for that (name). I appreciate you doing that but, you know I could’ve done all of it that whole time. I wasn’t actually asleep you know?,” He replied, his voice slightly condescending.

“Yeah well I expect payment back and—” Your arms crossed over your chest before you paused. What did he just say? “Hang on, you were pretending?! You little liar! You’re so lazy that you had to fake sleeping to get someone else to do your work for you?! Now I better get that payment before I rip your—”

You were quickly cut off as a pair of lips landed directly onto yours. Your eyes instantly widened in shock as Wriothesley lifted his hand and cupped your face. Slowly but surely, you melted into the kiss and held your arm up before resting your hand onto his shoulder.

After parting, the light sounds of heavy breathing could be heard from you. You tried to look everywhere apart from him, but he moved his hand to grip your chin, causing you to face him.

“That was, unnecessary warden,” You mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That was your payment,” He responded smugly. Looking at him with your blood rushing to your cheeks, you noticed the slight crease in the corners of his eyes. He was smiling at you, and not one of mockery or a fake smile, it was genuine.

“Well then…I have to get going and deliver these to the other inmates. Thank you for paying me back,” You cleared your throat before moving away from him and picking up the box. You left his medicine on the table as you made sure to secure the lid of the box. He crossed his arms over his torso as you began to descend down the stairs.

“(Name). Come back again and I'll be sure to repay you for whatever documents you organise for me,” Wriothesley’s voice had a somewhat teasing lilt to it, but it was evident he was serious. You rolled your eyes and simply scoffed at him before taking your leave.

But who were you to deny such a special treat?

A/N : Love me a little overworked man. But anyway, it’s finally my half term so i’ll hopefully be posting small drabbles that appear my head. Series work is becoming boring so oneshots and drabbles will probs be my thing. I might finish off the Gepard series but we’ll see. Also i’m thinking of doing a revamp to this blog buttt idk. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave requests!

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 4 (10/04): Piercings + Nipples starring Sam Monroe

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WARNINGS: porn w plot/eventual smut though brief (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Sam/sub s/o, piercings, brief nipple play/sucking, hc that Sam has a Prince Albert piercing, car sex, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: Tension was high between Sam and his best friend who he wanted so much more with. Finally, though, it was the day that he completely lost it.

-> note: I just got my helix piercing today, so I thought it was super funny that this was today’s prompt! Hope you enjoy <3

WC: 829 words

When she mentioned going to go get a helix piercing done, he couldn’t help but offer to accompany her; he knew how much she hated needles. So there he was, waiting in his car at her house to pick her up. She came out in comfortable clothes, something loose, but he couldn’t help but stare. She’s always drawn him in like that.

“You ready?” he asks as she buckles up and he leaves her house.

“Probably not,” she responds with a small smile, crossing her arms and looking out the window, “but we’re doing this.”

“I guess we are.”

Most of the ride was silent, with some metal music on low. However, he needed to talk to her; he needed to hear her voice again, he craved it. “…So you just gettin’ a helix?”

“No, I’m actually getting another one,” she corrects, “but I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes before refocusing on the road, driving the remainder of the way to the piercing shop.

Soon after she was lying down in the seat, and he was holding her hand for comfort. She was a bit sweaty, due to her anxiety and literally being a living furnace, but he didn’t mind; he could be like that sometimes too. She was nervous, he understood that. But he had a feeling, a gut feeling, that his presence gave her at least a little bit more comfort.

He sat down in a stool next to her but out of the piercer’s way, whispering praises and words of encouragement to her. After the first one was done, he couldn’t help but lean in and give her an ever so gentle kiss on the forehead. It was bold yet an experimental move, an action to test the waters. She was taken aback by it, but she didn’t say anything further; she liked it.

“Took it like a pro,” he murmured against her forehead before leaning back, giving the piercer space once more to do the other side. He gave her a kiss on the cheek this time after that side was done, and she looked so amazing with them.

“And then…” the piercer started, looking over at his paper, “Nipples?”

“Yeah,” she replies in confirmation, and Sam was in absolute shock. Eyes widened, face a bit paler, everything. However, his cheeks were completely flushed.

He couldn’t help but stare as she lifted her shirt, revealing her full, perfect breasts. Holy fucking shit, were they better than he ever imagined.

He spaced out, pretty much, until he heard her suck in a sharp breath. The first one was done, and it was clearly painful.

So, he leaned in and gave kisses along her jawline. “You’re such a fuckin’ tease, draggin’ me here for this shit,” he whispers to her, nipping on her neck.

The second one clearly hurt more than the first, since she took in a bigger breath and her expression clearly served as further evidence. However, it was done just like that. The jewelry that now adorned her perky nipples, fuck… Sam was already rock hard.

Once they got in the car, he was completely silent, driving with a neutral expression. She looked out onto the road, not necessarily minding the silence, until she realized this wasn’t the way to his house. Weren’t they going to hang out at his place after? That’s what they planned. “Sammy?” she started, using that nickname only she got away with, before he quickly parked in a secluded spot in basically the middle of nowhere.

She couldn’t even get another word out because his lips crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, immediately claiming dominance and his tongue making its way into her mouth. She melted into him, kissing back softly, making a noise of content.

He moved down a bit, to her nipples as he ever so gently pushed her shirt up, careful as to not cause her any pain. “You think they’ll be fine with gettin’ a lil’ jizz on ‘em?” he questioned with a cocky smirk before latching onto one, suckling greedily yet gently to make sure it didn’t sting.

And then she was bent over in the back seat as he pounded into him. “Fuckin’ prick,” *he grunted as he thrust into her at an unruly pace, “he shouldn’t have been able to see what’s fuckin’ mine. These fuckin’ tits are mine.” It didn’t take long before they came, and he filled her full of his cum. Panting in the afterglow, he smirked as he looked down at his work. “C’mon, baby,” he breathed out, basically saying they were dating now and no excuses, “my mom’s cooked up your favorite.”

She went to grab tissues that she had with her, just in case she had some sort of reaction to the piercings, and he stopped her. “Ah ah,” he chided, “none of that. No cleanin’ it up. Want you to feel my cum drippin’ out of you.”

SORRY THE SMUT IS SO SHORT I’M SO TIRED

[piillow]

iv. gaon's research log

genshin impact x xdinary heroes au - piillow's slumber party special!

wc : 829 | genre : au, headcannon, some laughs maybe idk | a/n : HAPPY GAON DAY !!

ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

“gah! fine. sit down, ears open. you’ve been a good student these past few months, i suppose it’s time you finally get some information you want.” citlali said begrudgingly. “and also because it’s your birthday, i guess i’ll do it. but you can’t tell anyone else about this, okay?” she continued.

“why not?” gaon questioned. “that’s what researchers do, they share their findings with people so they can learn too.”

“i know that, dummy! but, this is the mare jivari. not even i know everything about it. that doesn’t mean i’m not a trusted source, i’m just… cautious about who i tell it to…” citlali replied.

gaon couldn’t believe it. finally, this training wasn’t going to waste after all! he quickly sat down on the patch of grass he had created with his vision, and got his notebook out. as granny itzli talked, he quickly wrote stuff down, and keeping his questions saved for later. he didn’t want to interrupt her…

“Mare Jivari:

1000 years ago, the Wanderer’s Troupe went to battle (I think..? Granny Itzli talks fast…)

Before it became a wasteland

Tenoch and six other tribe masters went to finish with the WT started 500 years later

Border Master Sanhaj then made a small Night Kingdom to get rid of everything, then it became a wasteland

Then the Lavawalker (sage) was able to enter in and out of the Mare Jivari (how???)

Stanley (Mondstadt person) went a few hundred years after the Lavawalker died, but died while trying to save someone from a monster (wow… he seems familiar… I think I learned about him once)

Currently there roams a dark beast on the island the size of a mountain

And also a storm (similar to Inazuma)

It used to be a flourishing place but now has eternal flames (I guess they never go out?)”

when citlali was finally done talking, gaon looked up from his notebook in shock.

“is it really that bad?” he timidly asked. he knew the mare jivari was some desolate wasteland, but he didn’t think its history was this bad.

“i wouldn’t lie to you, would i?” citlali retorted. she did have a point, she barely lied to him, especially considering how obedient he was.

“right, sorry granny.” he said, while continuing to think. he had so many questions running through his mind, but he didn’t know where to start.

“no questions, huh? Really?” she teased, but gaon took this as the green light to start asking questions, so he started firing away.

to make the day more productive, they sparred while gaon asked questions to help with his multitasking.

while gaon swung his polearm at itzpapa’s attacks, he tried his best to listen to citlali while not getting hit.

“so- why- ah! why is it a wasteland now?” he asked through his attacks, slightly struggling.

“no stuttering! equal focus, remember?” citlali said before properly answering the question, making sure he understood all of it.

a bit later, she finally let the two of them take a break.

“itzpapa! you can stop attacking him now, and be more gentle next time, you almost broke the spear multiple times. i don’t want to go all the way back to the children of the echoes to ask xilonen for one.” she said.

“oh, xilonen? that name sounds familiar…” gaon mumbled to himself, even though citlali overheard it.

“mhm, she’s an ancient name forger from the children of echoes. i don’t think you’ve been there before. you should visit sometime before you go back to sumeru, it’ll be worth it. you might as well visit the other tribes while you’re at it, i’ve got connections!”

“connections? like who?” he asked, now suddenly curious.

“most of the ancient name bearers and even the archon herself, that’s who.” citlali replied, proudly scoffing. “you wouldn’t think i’d have any, huh?”

gaon quickly shook his head. “oh, no! i would never, granny. i’m just surprised, i guess. i mean, the archon? what’s she like? similar to mine?”

“well, she wasn’t locked up for 500 years, so definitely not. … was that too rude? i’m sorry.” 

“... it’s fine.”

citlali then nodded. “well, if you’re sure.” she said before describing the archon to him, telling him about what she knows about her backstory, and how they’re decently close.

after a long few hours of deep conversation and training, he was done for the day. when he got back to his place, he immediately headed to bed to try and get some sleep. unfortunately, his mind was still plagued with so many questions and what ifs that he couldn’t fall asleep.

“where was the lavawalker from?”

“do we really know what the origin of the monster is?”

“is someone behind all this?”

“who were the wanderer’s troupe fighting? was it important?”

“where did the storm come from?”

questions like this kept him awake, and he continuously tossed and turned until eventually falling asleep, hoping he could find more answers in the future…

[wilrtdroses]

theotherwoman.

𝜗𝜚 Ch. 1: The Crossing of Paths

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist

𝜗𝜚 Fandom: L&O SVU // Pairing: Elliot Stabler x OC

𝜗𝜚 "She was running from her past. He was still tied to his own. Neither of them expected their lives to become entwined."

𝜗𝜚 WC: 829

⤿ 💌A/N: Hello!! This is chapter one of my series "theotherwoman." that I have posted on wattpad!

𝜗𝜚 I merely own Sylvia Conway and her backstory, as well as any other OCs that may be mentioned throughout this story. All other rights and reserves go to Wolf Entertainment, Universal Television, and NBC.

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❝Sylvia stepped off of the elevator, taking a moment to survey her surroundings. The air inside the SVU bullpen was thick with the scent of burnt coffee and fading cologne, a stark contrast to the orderly chill of her last precinct. The sounds of ringing phones and shuffling papers formed a steady hum, grounding her as she took in her new surroundings. It wasn't her first time walking into a new squad room, but somehow, this time felt different.

This time, she was here to start anew.

Sylvia hesitated for a moment, taking this time to adjust her collar, pushing back the small, irrational worry that someone here might see right through her — past the crisp new badge and the confident posture, straight into the mess she was still trying to outrun. But she didn't  have the time to waste dwelling on that now, she continued to make her way through the arched entrance.

However, she found herself pausing again as a familiar voice snapped her out of her absentminded daze.

"Well, if it isn't Sylvia Conway."

She looked up to find none other than Fin Tutuola leaning back in his chair, that same old smirk forming on his lips.

"Didn't realize this place was collecting narcotics detectives," he added, eyeing her with a look she could only perceive as one of pure amusement.

Sylvia huffed out a laugh, the stiff posture she had found herself baring now relaxing slightly. "Yeah, well, guess you guys needed someone who actually knows how to make a bust."

Fin chuckled, now rising from his chair to approach the young woman. "It is good to have you here though. I know SVU's a different scene than what you're used to, but you'll fit in just fine." His voice was steady, familiar — one of the only things in this new place that didn't make her feel uncertain.

"Well, I appreciate that," she said, and she truly did, she could feel the sentiment behind his words. Fin had been her go-to in narcotics more times than she could truly remember, and though she hadn't told him everything, he knew enough. Enough to have her back without asking too many questions.

Before she could say more, a deep voice cut in from behind her.

"You the new transfer?" The voice questioned.

She turned — and there he was.

Elliot Stabler.

Slyvia had read his file, of course. Had heard his name come up more times than she could count, both in the force and in Fin's offhand comments. But nothing could quite prepare her for meeting him in person.

Tall. Broad. With a presence that seemed to have the ability to fill any room before he could even let out a word. Not to mention those eyes — sharp, unreadable, like he was attempting to solve a case through just looking at her.

"Yeah," she replied, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Detective Conway. Just transferred in from narcotics."

He nodded, studying her for a beat longer than necessary before gesturing towards a seemingly open desk with a simple head nod. "That's yours. We catch cases fast here, so I hope you don't need a leniency period."

"Don't worry, Stabler," Sylvia scoffed, setting her bag down on said desk. "I don't need anyone to hold my hand."

Fin let out a low chuckle, and for the first time, Sylvia thought she caught the slightest hint of amusement flicker across Elliot's face — Only for a brief moment, before returning to his seemingly inherent brooding expression.

"Good," he said, before turning around and walking off towards Captain Cragen's office.

Sylvia exhaled, only now realizing that she had been holding her breath throughout the entire interaction.

Fin chuckled lightly, catching the look that had briefly flashed across the womans face as the two made eye contact. "That's Stabler for you," he muttered, shaking his head. "He can be a lot, but you grow used to it with time."

Sylvia simply nodded although she wasn't so sure how confident she was in that statement.

She couldn't directly pinpoint it, but something about Elliot Stabler told her she would never 'get used' to him.❞

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: robin notices her brother's little (huge) crush on you. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 829 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ??? ooc sunday idk sunday doesnt exactly have smitten moments ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: wrote this to calm the voices because this man is rotating in my brain rent free during exam week (i wrote this before finishing the 2.2 quest please dont attack me i am just a girl) ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

They're quivering again.

The first time, Robin convinces herself that she must’ve imagined it. She brushes it off and continues her conversation with her brother - detailing all of the things she’d seen during her tour throughout the cosmos while he listens patiently, as he always has.

But then comes a second, and a third, and then a fourth time, and Robin knows that she isn’t hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

It doesn’t help that Sunday’s eyes aren’t exactly focused either. Usually, they’re soft and attentive, reflecting how eagerly he listens to her stories. But today, they’re distracted - honed in on something in the distance as if caught in a daze. And those wings of his - fluttering ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that has Robin smiling knowingly.

“Brother?” she says softly. When that doesn’t work, she gently snaps her fingers before his face.

Instantly Sunday startles, blinking rapidly before his attention returns to Robin and he settles back into his serene state. Robin giggles at him, and Sunday merely rolls his eyes playfully in return.

“Sorry about that,” Sunday says sheepishly, coughing into his fist. “With the Charmony Festival approaching, I’m afraid my mind has been rather… preoccupied.”

Ah, yes, the Charmony Festival - a convenient excuse, Robin thinks amusedly. But for her brother’s sake, she plays along.

“You really should rest, brother,” she lightly chides him, “even if you are the Oak Family head, all this stress isn’t good for you.”

Sunday smiles warmly. “Yes, of course.”

They both know he isn’t going to listen (stubbornness runs in the family), but at least Robin can’t say she didn’t try.

Her brother’s gaze wanders again, and his wings follow suit. Robin almost sighs in exasperation at how obvious Sunday is being. Suddenly, she’s grateful that they were the only Halovians in Penacony with wings - Xipe knows the embarrassment they’d face if someone caught on.

As discreetly as possible, she sneaks a peak behind her to follow Sunday’s gaze and pinpoint the source of his distraction.

She doesn’t find much, just a few Dreamchasers talking amongst themselves - a common sight in Golden Hour. They aren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, simply eating and enjoying the sights as any normal tourist would. Just as she’s about to question Sunday, her gaze lands on you.

You weren’t doing anything special, no, but something about the way you carried yourself and talked with the people around you made you stand out, as if a ring of light had enshrouded you like a halo. There was no hostility nor malice that Robin could discern in your features, only pure joy and warmth that reminded her of a fireplace.

If she had to describe you in one word, it would be freedom.

“Who are they?” she whispers, leaning closer to Sunday so that he can hear her. Sunday flinches, heat rising to his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“N-No one, really,” he hastens to deter her. “Just another Dreamchaser, one of the Nameless who came to Penacony on vacation.”

“Really?” Robin teases, fully facing him now. “They don’t look like ‘just another Dreamschaser’ to me.”

She’s never seen her brother so nervous. “…And what makes you say that?”

Robin daintily points to one of her wings, fighting back her laughter as the realization slowly dawns on Sunday. “You were fluttering, brother.”

Within the blink of an eye, Sunday’s skin burns bright red. He buries his face in his hand with a groan, and Robin bursts out laughing, soft giggles escaping her as Sunday’s wings, his traitors, come to shield his face from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she finally manages out. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like that much.”

“That’s not-” Sunday sighs in defeat, realizing that any argument was futile. Pinching his nose, he tries to salvage the situation with a deep breath. “Putting that aside, what were you saying about Asdana?”

Robin plants her hands on her hips, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Don’t try to change the subject, Sunday.”

“No, I’m sure you’ve more interesting stories -” Sunday tries to prattle on - anything to escape this conversation. Robin has half a mind to pinch his cheek until he caves, but she doesn’t have to.

In the midst of his pitiful attempts to turn the conversation topic elsewhere, Sunday’s gaze betrays him and wanders to you again - only this time, you’re looking at him first. Your eyes meet for a second, and you offer him a friendly smile and wave.

And that’s all it takes for him to melt.

Robin watches, entertained, as Sunday waves back, his wings now flapping in delight at the brief interaction. His smile is relaxed now, and his eyes are drowning in something that Robin can only describe as lovesickness.

She lets out a loud sigh, fondly shaking her head as she looks at her brother.

There’s no doubt in her heart now - he’s smitten.

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[alrtyhoney]

The rundown: You looked like someone Miguel terribly misses– his daughter. (FIRST PART)

Content: Miguel x Daughter!Reader (wc: 1359)

“Have you thought about it already?” 

The girl remains focused on her drawings, doodling away. “About what?” She mumbles a reply, without turning her gaze, still engrossed in her drawings. She knew what he was going to say anyway.

Miguel reaches forward and tenderly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Your quinceanera, Gab.” He remarks warmly. 

She only laughs in return, shaking her head. It's silly, she thinks to herself. "I'm not even near being fifteen yet!" she protests in between fits of giggles. It occurred to Gabriella that his father had an ulterior motive from the sudden pique of interest in her hobbies and likes; he wasn’t particularly chatty, so the past few weeks had pushed her to finally ask him what he was trying to do. 

She didn’t understand at first. Miguel, very patiently, explained that a quinceanera was a special once-in-a-lifetime event for every girl. It was more than just a birthday celebration, it was an important milestone in her life. But she quickly discouraged the idea, not wanting to think about it so early. They had all of the time in the world, she thought, there was no reason to rush.

“I just want it to be special.” He says, “Your mother would’ve wanted that.” 

“No te preocupes, papá.” She reassures her with a kiss on the cheek. “We’ll make it special.” 

The clip ended, the screen slowly fading until only his reflection remained in the empty frame. All he could see now was a hollow shell of a man looking back at him; his expression blank and unflinching. Miguel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. That scene had etched itself into his mind, burning– mockingly so. 

Nothing could ever fill the hole that his daughter had left in his heart - like when he first held her in his arms so many years ago; her presence still obvious on his chest where her memories had imprinted themselves, a permanent reminder of the loss of a child. He trudged through life with heavy feet and an even heavier heart. 

He wonders if things could’ve been different or if he would always be incapable of keeping people in his life, always slipping from his fingers and out of his grasp.

“You’re watching it again,” Lyla appears on his shoulder, sitting there with her legs crossed. 

“What about it?” 

"That's the fourth time today," She says, her voice laced with a trace of worry that she was quick to try and disguise as part of her normal banter. It had become increasingly clear to her that something was amiss and although she was programmed to know anything, Lyla did not know much about Miguel. 

“What do you want?” 

“An anomaly is spotted in earth-829, a renaissance-like hawk wreaking havoc in a modern museum– yikes.” Lyla briefs him, “Jessica is already on standby.” 

Miguel shakes his head, sighing. “Shouldn’t she be on maternity leave already?” He asks, his suit already appearing and opening a file regarding the mission. A hologram opens in front of him, filling in the details. Vulture. “Tell her to go home. I’ll handle this one.” 

“I think you shouldn’t,” Lyla squeaks with a nervous smile on her face. “Think you really shouldn’t.”

Miguel taunts with an arrogant tilt of his head, matter-of-factly declaring, "And who's the one taking orders here?" His mask then slides firmly into place, and a portal opens beneath his feet as he steps through. Lyla knows too well by now that there isn't any room for negotiation. 

As he stepped into the unfamiliar environment, a chorus of cries and screams greeted him from the running crowd. They pushed each other to safety, a few staying to watch spider-man in action. Miguel sighs, cracking his neck as he prepares himself to step in.

However, he slightly flinches as the said hero narrowly avoids him, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud thud. She quickly scrambled back to her feet, dusting the bits of rubble from her suit. “Hello? Mascot-man? I’m kinda in the middle of something here–” 

“I’ll take it from here, kid.” If it wasn’t for the mask covering his face, his nonchalant tone would betray his expression. It was no surprise to him that someone as young as her had been bitten by a spider like so many others before her, but he knows damn well what awaits for her and that is what troubled him every time. 

“And who are you exactly?” She shouts, running towards the anomaly again. 

Miguel quickly binds the vulture's wings with his webs, allowing you to throw in a few punches before the bird regains its footing and takes off into flight. “I’m from another dimension.”

You audibly gasp, the eyes on your mask widening as you swing around, “I knew dimensions were real!” Completely unfocused, the anomaly narrows his eyes before charging towards you– before you could react to your senses tingling, you were sent tumbling to the ground, near the broken pile of rocks and other rubble. 

Miguel loudly groans, getting a hold of the enemy. “Kid, focus!” He barks out, and you immediately snap back to what you were doing, swinging enthusiastically towards him. 

“How did you do it? I mean– I tried to prove it all my life!” 

“Aren’t you 12?” He scoffs at your statement, clearly not a fan of exaggeration.

“14 – and that’s not the point, mascot-man!” 

The fight went on with you chatting and talking his ear off. Miguel had answered in dismissive grunts and his usual ‘it’s classified.’ remark, but he just couldn’t discourage your eagerness in any way. You had tired him out, more than the anomaly did.

Spider-society, magic watch, many more of you– you’ve basically summed up. 

“You should definitely let me join,” You offered cheerfully, cocking your head and wiggling your foot. The battle had finally come to a close, thanks in part to the arrival of a couple more spider-men who lent an extra hand. You had caught up to Miguel, basically begging him to let you in. “We made a great team back there old man!” 

“Old man?” 

“Okay, sensitive,” You muttered under your breath. “But seriously– I could learn more from you!” 

“Kid, listen–” 

You had cut him off again, seemingly not taking no as an answer as you tried to persuade him again. You continued to babble, not leaving any room for him to interrupt. Miguel rubbed a hand over his face, hidden beneath the fabric of his mask, as he groaned in frustration for what felt like the hundredth time today. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to you rambling on and on– patience nipping on itself from your lack of understanding with regards to the matter at hand. 

“First off, I did most of the work back there. If it weren’t for me calling for back-up, you could’ve been injured badly. This society isn’t some school club you can just sign yourself in,” He explained, already itching to return and leaving you in the dust. A liability is the last thing he needed. “You don’t have what it takes.”

You throw your head back, groaning. You take your mask off, revealing a busted lip and a frown. “Whatever, your club sounds stupid anyway.” You mumble under your breath, suddenly feeling worn out yourself. Of course what he said had stung– it had taken so much effort to learn how to control your powers over the past two months since you were bitten by that spider. It wasn’t like there was a manual or a book written for freaks that happened to have superhero powers under such circumstances. You had to learn on your own. 

Turning your back on him, you had fully expected him to disappear as well– but, to your surprise, he was totally motionless; a statue in solidarity unable to shift an inch. His stillness made the atmosphere unbearably tense and although you could not bring yourself to look back at him (well, you did call his club stupid.), you sensed his gaze upon you like a heavy weight pushing down on your shoulders. 

“Gabriella?” 

[shotgunbunny]

lumberjack ari on his birthday, thinking his little wifey forgot about it just to come home and see that she decorated the whole house, cooked his favourite meals, made him a cake and wore his favourite outfit. i need this man SO bad

༻𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞༺

WC:829 GIF by Cevanscentral

{Warnings: non really!! Mentions of sex!!Very soft dark daddy}

ꨄAfter being with Ari for two years he expected you to remember his birthday, especially because you always went over the top to celebrate it.

ꨄ Last year you had decorated the house in cute little party decorations. You baked him a cake that you frosted and decorated yourself, and then you let Ari fuck you senseless however he liked, whenever he liked all night.

ꨄBut this year he didn't wake up to your kisses. He turned and saw you fast asleep, no doubt exhausted from the numerous amount of orgasms that he bestowed upon you last night.

ꨄHe sighed, it's fine if you forgot. He couldn't be mad because, he had kept you locked up for so long, he was sure that you were starting to loose track of what day it was. So with a grunt and a gentle kiss on your forehead he headed to work.

ꨄHowever the second Ari stepped out of that door you were determined. You were going to make this the best birthday ever.

ꨄ(because little did you both know but next year you'd be too busy on baby duty to even think about his birthday or your own.)

ꨄSo you first got changed into his favourite outfit ever and ofcourse it's lingerie: A babydoll that brought out the colour of your eyes and made you seem like a princess. It drove Ari crazy as he always imagined he was the big bad warrior devouring his cute, innocent little princess.

ꨄNow that you were dressed you knew that you had better get started on the cake. You had watched many videos on how to properly decorate and ice the cake and you were finally putting it to practice. Last years cake was adequate but it wasn't even close to being good in your eyes but this year you would make sure it was.

ꨄAs you were putting the cake in the oven you set a timer for 30 minutes and began to start hanging decorations, they were Christmas decorations since Ari wouldn't let you go into town to buy any new ones. So you made sure to stick to the crystal ones and avoid the green bauble. You'd allow the red because it was one of Ari's favourite colours.

ꨄAfter 30 minutes of wrestling with putting up the fairy lights, you headed back to the oven and pulled your cake out. It was perfect you just needed to leave it to cool for five minutes.

ꨄSo you grabbed the gift you made Ari and began to wrap it up. It wasn't much but you were so proud of it and you hoped Ari would like it.

ꨄWith a huff you wiped the sweat from your forehead and continued on your task.

ꨄWhen you were positive that it was done, you started to make Ari's favourite meal humming happily knowing that he'd be home soon.

ꨄAnd he was, He was home bang on time. He locked the car and headed in.

ꨄOnce he opened the door, his breathe caught in his throat and he felt his heart grow three sizes.

ꨄYou stood in the middle of the walkway with a blush on your cheeks and a smile on your face. "Happy birthday Ari!"

ꨄHe swooped you into his arms covering you in his kisses before finally kissing you properly. He pulled away and swiped some hair from your face. "My little wifey. You are utterly amazing. I love you so much. Look at how beautifully you've decorated! I definitely chose the perfect home maker. You make me so proud baby."

ꨄYou giggled and pulled him into the kitchen where his favourite meal sat. He smiled wider and sat down to eat with you. "You're spoiling me princess, you know that's my job."

ꨄAfter you were done, you looked at him nervously before you quickly got up and disappeared before returning with the gift. You shakily handed it to him feeling so nervous.

ꨄAri opened it and his heart skyrocketed. You had made a photo frame and the photo encased was one from last year when Ari had come home from work and wanted to dance with you. And you had sneakily gotten a picture but it was so worth it.

ꨄ"Oh princess. You take my breath away. You're so fucking perfect."

ꨄYou blushed so hard and then brought the cake in which Ari complimented so much that you were actually so proud.

ꨄAnd then when it was all done, you took his large hand and led him upstairs which he eagerly followed.

ꨄ Although it was his birthday and he wanted you to please him, he couldn't help but feel the need to please you. You had gone above and beyond for him and he wanted to repay you by doubling the amount of orgasms you had yesterday.

ꨄAnd boy, this man did not pull out. He stayed inside until he got hard and then fucked you senseless again, he just needed to hear you and be in you.

I wanna thank everyone for 1k followers!! I never thought I'd get that many ever! I'm glad you all like my writing bc it means the whole world to me!! Smooches -Fera

[siempre-bucky]

Fangs

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!Reader

summary: Jake has a last-minute costume change that drives you crazy.

wc: 829

“Alright,” Natasha spoke as she narrowed her eyes at the calendar you had in your kitchen. “Luke, you’re going with Matt after the Halloween dance?” She whipped around, your kids sitting at the island, elbows deep in the candy bowl.  You stood against the counter, lovingly watching their godmother re-explain the plan you all made for Halloween.  

“Yeah,” the eighth-grader, dressed in his beloved Luke Skywalker costume, said unenthusiastically as he ate yet another piece of candy. He reached back in, only to have you slap his hand with your fake rubber wood stake. The boy whined, retracting his hand and shaking it as if it hurt. 

“Jane,” Nat redirected her attention. The sixth grader perked up, a lollipop shoved in her mouth and her cat ear headband shifting on her head. 

“I’m going to stay the night at Anna’s house while you guys go to the party at the Hard Deck,” the girl droned, hearing the Halloween plan for a solid week now. “Mommy, where’s dad?” she asked, looking around for the tall blond. 

“Probably still getting ready. You know him, always having to make an entrance,” you sighed, taking another piece of candy for yourself and tossing one to Luke. He smiled brightly, little lines forming around his mouth just like his father's. 

“I do not,” Jake huffed on cue, waltzing into the kitchen. He placed a kiss on the top of Jane’s head and ruffled his son's hair. 

“Where’s your costume?” Luke asked, fixing his hair in the reflection of the toaster. “Uncle Javy said you guys were doing cowboys?” 

“Zombie cowboys,” Jane whispered her addition. 

You eyed your husband up and down, his casual jeans and black t-shirt catching your attention. Certainly didn’t look like the plaid button-down and ‘bloody’ ripped jeans he tried on the other day. “You look casual,” you noted. Although you were no better, your 90s Buffy recreation could’ve been anything. 

Jake reached in between his children and grabbed a handful of candy, flashing a signature Seresin smile up at you, beautiful pearly white teeth that always managed to make your legs turn to jelly. There was something different in the way he smiled, it was more crooked, his jaw a little lower than normal. It dawned on you and the sudden wave of pleasure hit you at the same time. Jake’s canine teeth were longer and pointier. “Holy shit,” you breathed. 

You sauntered over to him, your eyes trained on his lips. You placed your thumbs on his upper lip and pulled them upward to reveal the fake teeth molded to his real ones. “What’s happening?” he asked with a small laugh. You inspected them further, tilting his head upward to see the sharp point. You wanted them all over your body. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. 

“Fangs,” you responded simply, your voice was lower, barely audible.

 Jake knew exactly what he was doing. He looked over at you, the color of your eyes was near nonexistent, and your pupils were blown with sheer want.  He smirked, hands clasping around your wrists and pulling your thumbs out of his mouth, “Fanboy had extra material and made these for me. Like em, darlin’?”  

“I do,” you hummed, tilting your chin upward. He swiped his tongue along his teeth, his fangs on full display for you.  

“Okay!” Natasha said quickly as soon as she saw Jakle’s hand touch your lower back. A Jake signature. Even though the kids were preoccupied with their phones she knew that it was about to become not so family-friendly in the Seresin kitchen. “Kids grab your things, I’ll take you to the school.” Luke and Jane jumped off their chairs and gathered their things. “Behave,” she scolded with a shake of her head as the two of you moved away from each other. 

The kids shrugged on their backpacks and gave you and Jake a quick hug and promises of being safe they happily followed their godmother who shot back one last warning glare. 

After the door shut and the engine of Natasha's car roared, Jake turned to you and you looked at him with the same knowing face. 

In a swift motion, Jake pressed you against the cold metal of the refrigerator, flashed his fangs, and connected his lips to your neck. The drag of his fangs burned your skin deliciously as he dragged them along the length of your neck. “So,” he murmured darkly, the tips of the fangs slightly digging into the base of your neck, “still wanna go to that party?” 

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. “We can be late,” you moaned as his lips found the other side of your neck. He hoisted you up on the counter, one of your hands falling to the cold surface to brace yourself. 

“No kids, no interruptions,” he mumbled against your skin, his strong hands pushing your trembling thighs apart. “We’re not going.”

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Mastermind

loosely inspired by: Mastermind by Taylor Swift Pairing: Spencer Reid x nanny! fem reader WC: 829

Henry could see how his godfather always looked sad and gloomy as much as Henry loved that he could spend all the time in the world learning new things from Spencer, late at night when Spencer and JJ were off fighting serial killers. Will had late nights at the precinct his nanny would put him to sleep with fairytales and it was those same fairytales that had him wishing to the second star to the right that his godfather and his nanny would meet. He knew deep down that they would be perfect together. 

Henry set his plan in motion, laid down the groundwork and hope that everything else would fall into place. it started with perfectly planning a perfect meet-up between the two. He knew he shouldn't lie but he would just to finally see his godfather happy for once. It started with asking Spencer to get Friday lunches with him, knowing Y/N would be there taking care of him. Escalating to “forgetting” stuff at Spencer’s and begging Y/N to take him to get them.  He even proclaimed Friday night's “Game Night” with Y/N and Spencer hoping that they would not only get together but also in hopes he would soon have a cousin to play with. 

Henry saw the secret glances Spencer would give Y/N and was growing impatient as to why he wouldn’t make a move. So much so that while Y/N was taking the cookies out of the oven he whispered, “Uncle Spencer if you think she is pretty you should tell her. Maybe even ask her for coffee.” Spencer and Y/N, who had overheard couldn't help but chuckle, a knowing smirk shared between the two. They both had noticed that Henry was trying to set them up but neither had the heart to tell him that they in fact had already met prior to when Henry “introduced” them. They also would never dare tell Herny that dating was off the table for both of them.

Henry knew something was up when JJ told him that Y/N had to take Friday off and instead Penelope would be watching over him. As much as he loved his aunt Penny he was making so much effort to get Y/N and Spencer together he didn’t want to risk his plan falling through. 

“Aunt Penny,” Henry asked looking up at her with the biggest pleading puppy eyes he could manage, “I forgot my favorite lego set at uncle Spencer’s can we please go get it? The boy asked. Penelope knew what Spencer would be up to that Friday afternoon but she didn’t have the heart to take her godson no so she did the 30 min drive to Spencer’s apartment. 

Henry kept on knocking on Spencer’s door restlessly come on, uncle spencer open up he thought, what Henry never would expect for Y/N to open the door dressed in the cardigan he gifted Spencer and an apron covered with flour. 

“Henry what are you–” “Y/N why are you–” They both asked at the same time looking shocked to find each other at the door, but what shocked Henry the most was his godfather’s voice saying, “My love, who is that at the door?” It was then that Henry looked down, and say Y/N wearing a wedding band, one that he knew matched a band his godfather often wore around his neck. 

“YOU ARE MARRIED?? BUT MY PLAN?” Henry screamed, barging in and causing Spencer to choke on his drink. 

“How did you get here Henry?” “Aunt Penny drove me” He stuttered. 

“I’ll text Penny to let her know that she can leave. And JJ and Will so they know Henry is here.” Y/N whispered. 

“But–but its our anniversary” Spencer pouted. “Spencer shush he is your godson” Y/N couldn’t help but muffle a giggle as she whispered. 

During their impromptu dinner for three, Henry told Spencer and Y/N every little thing he did to get his nanny and his godfather together. The dining room was filled with laughter getting to hear all the schemes Henry pulled to get them together. 

“ so uncle Spencer how did you ask her to marry you?” Henry asked

“ well Henry it all started when I strategically bumped into her at the coffee shop” to this she couldn’t help but giggle “strategically my ass, he dumped my coffee all over my new shirt…why don’t I tell this story, my love?” 

“Because, sweetheart, it was strategic, it was a checkmate I couldn't loose or have you forgotten how I repeated the same thing when I asked you to marry me, and all you did was smile, when will you realize I’m the mastermind that trapped us .” JJ and Will overhearing the conversation couldn’t help but smile because they knew all along that the real mastermind was them strategically asking their friends to show up in that coffee shop 4 years ago, yet never showing up themselves, instead letting the dominoes cascade into the wonderful relationship they knew would unfold, because after all nothing is ever accidental if you plan the strategy that sets the scene for the tale.

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I promised and I shall deliver. 79 and petey, please

Happy blurb weekend!

we broke up almost three years ago but you message me out of the blue saying that my gift is finally done and you… you built me a house?

WC: 829

Warnings: None

What are you doing right now?

You weren’t expecting that text from Elias. Actually, you weren’t expecting any text from Elias, ever. Especially since you hadn’t heard from him in almost three years since the two of you broke up.

Nothing, why? You respond, seeing the three little dots telling you that he was typing coming up and disappearing a few times before he finally responded.

Can I stop by quickly?

You call your best friend, not sure what to say. “Elias wants to come over.”

“Elias who?” Lindsay asks.

“My Elias.”

“Elias Janssen?”

“Who?”

“The kid who played Mateo on Jane the Virgin.”

“Lindsay!” You shriek, another text coming in from Elias to tell you it would be quick. “The Elias who we all thought I would marry one day.”

“Oh,” she says, trying to think of who you were talking about. “Oh! Fuck, he does?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, he just said he wanted to stop by and that it would be quick.”

“Well if I know anything about Elias, when he’s with you, he’s never quick.”

“Oh, my god,” you groan.

“What, you were fine with those jokes when you were together.”

“We’re not together anymore, though.”

“Maybe that’s what he wants to do, get back together.”

“I doubt that.”

“Well, how will you know if you don’t respond to him and keep talking to me.” You hated that she had a point. You finally decide to tell him to come over, part of you nervous to see him, part of you not wanting to see him, and the other part of you glad that he said it would only be a few minutes instead of him planning on staying around.

You were pacing your apartment, waiting for him to come over. You hear a knock on the door, the door opening before you could even reach it. You didn’t even know why you were shocked to see him, his keys sticking out of the door. “Sorry, I realized I never gave you back your key. I didn’t even think it would still work.”

“That’s fine. It’s you,” you tell him. “I mean, if anyone were to have the key and not use it, I’m fine that it’s you.”

He gives you a small smile, clearly not enjoying this, just like you weren’t either. “Uh, I have something for you,” Elias tells you after an awkward silence.

“Really?” You hadn’t seen or heard from him in three years. You heard his name pretty much every day, you still being a Canucks fan and caring about the team even though the boy who broke your heart was one of their star players. You couldn’t get away from him in this city, no matter how hard you tried. And now, here he was, standing in front of you telling you that he had a gift for you after all this time. You wait for him to step out of your apartment, coming back in with a box almost as big as him. You see him struggle slightly, rushing over to him to try to help him put it on the coffee table as gently as possible. “What is this?”

“Uh, well,” he started, running his hand through his hair out of lack of anything else to do. “Remember how you said you loved that dollhouse your grandmother had, but your mom threw it out because your uncle broke it?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I built another one for you.” You stand there in shock, looking at him like he was crazy. He opens the box, trying to get it out as easily as possible. It was an exact replica of the dollhouse that belonged to your grandmother when she was little. You remember finding pictures from when she was little that had the dollhouse in the background, showing them to him at one point.

“Why would you do this?” you ask him, trying not to cry. You hadn’t seen anything like the dollhouse since you were little. You used to be so excited to go see your grandmother as a child because you got to sit and play with her in the dollhouse for hours. It was one of the highlights of your life as a kid.

You look over at Elias as you start to go through the house room by room. He shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I started it when we were still together. It was supposed to be an anniversary present for us when we got to five years. For five years, you’re supposed to give your partner something made of wood.”

“So you’re giving it to me now?”

He takes in a deep breath, a small smile on his face as he nods. “Today would have been our fifth anniversary. If we were still together, that is.”

You look at him, taking a small step towards him. “You’ve been working on it all this time?”

“I always thought we’d get back together.”

[pntedstr]

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck x Reader

Genre: fluff

Wc: 829

Au/Tropes: College!au, Frat!au

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Frat!Haechan walks you home after class

Drabble based on this tiktok

“When did it start raining?” You mumble to yourself. Students pass you, all of them being polite and saying ‘excuse me’ despite you being in their way. Sighing, you scope out your surroundings, looking for something that could shield you from the vicious storm, but there was nothing. The desperate need to find a covering was fading and just as you were about to give up, you jolt from someone knocking their shoulder against yours.

“Get out of the way,” the person says harshly.

You jerk your head towards the stranger, preparing to embarrass them in front of the whole campus. However, you’re met with goofy smile that belongs to none other than Lee Donghyuck, a mutual friend of yours. You don’t know him all too well, but you ‘dated’ one of his frat brothers for a couple of months.

You push the boy playfully causing him to stumble into another student. “You’re an asshole,” you laugh.

He shrugs and straightens up until he’s standing right next to you. His long legs are hidden by gray joggers that fit him too well. You will yourself to keep your eyes from lingering below his waist.

“Are you heading to your dorm?” He asks, staring up at the gloomy sky.

“Trying to, but mother nature has other plans.”

He laughs. “Here, I’ll walk with you.”

You wanted to be polite and tell him he didn’t have to but then, he pulled an umbrella from his backpack.

The two of you walk side by side though the rain, not giving much attention to just how close you are.

“I feel like its been forever since i’ve seen you,” he starts.

“So?”

“So.. Where have you been?”

You look up, studying the umbrella he was holding over you. It was clear so you could see the rain drops falling and then rolling down the side the side of the plastic. It was mesmerizing. “Studying, working here and there. Moving on with life i guess,” you answer.

“How boring of you,” he jokes.

“Sorry I don’t fancy being passed out in a frat house bathroom anymore,”

“Wow, you’ve grown so much in a month. I’m proud of you.”

“As you should be,” You nudge his shoulder, “Im a new woman.”

He lets out a laugh and looks down at you with sparkling eyes. “I can believe it. Jeno said you finally stopped answering his calls,”

You want to roll your eyes at the mention of Jeno but you refrain. Jeno and you had a long history. The two of you have been on and off since your freshman year of college.

“Stopped answering his calls,” You scoff,“Thats a nice way of putting it i guess.”

Donghyuck raises his eyebrows.

“I didn’t stop answering. I blocked his ass.”

“Oh. You two are done, like for real this time,” He asks, as you cross the road

“Yeah, can’t keep crying over mediocre dick for the rest of my life.”

“Hm,”

For a second the only thing you could hear was the sound of the rain slapping the asphalt. Donghyuck wasn’t looking at you or saying anything.

“Sorry, I know he’s your friend and all.” You say to kill the awkwardness.

He shrugs. “I wouldn’t say we’re necessarily friends,”

“You wouldn’t?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. He shakes his head. “You’re full of shit.”

“I’m being serious.” He argues, “We’re fraternity brothers, sure. But you know we aren’t close like that,”

You pause and look at him. “What’s your angle, Lee Donghyuck?”

“No angle, just putting some useful information out there.”

You nod your head and let the topic dissolve into the air. As the dorms come into view, you sigh in relief and walk a little faster. Your warm and cozy bed was basically calling your name. Once you and Donghyuck make it to the front of the building, you turn towards him and start to thank him but you cut yourself off immediately.

“Your backpack is soaking, dude.” You say, pulling at the wet fabric.

“Thats okay, there’s nothing important in there anyway.”

You roll your eyes at the blatant lie. “Whatever you say.”

“I’d love to bicker with you but I have to get to class.” He walks backwards from the entrance.

“You have a class? I thought you were heading home,” You say while gesturing to the direction of the fraternity house—which wasn’t too far from your dorm.

“Nah, i just wanted to walk you.”

“Well where’s your class?”

The boy smiles, before turning away from you and heading the direction you had just come from. You laugh a little and look down at your completely dry clothes before letting your attention wonder back to the figure walking away from you.

“Donghyuck!” You call out. He turns his head toward you and hums back. “Do you still have my number?”

You can see the smile etch into his face from where you’re standing, making you do the same.

“Yeah.”

[itsjamethyst]

Several Sentences Sunday

So, @nyleskies bet me to it this time, but thank you for the tag Nyle, it was a lovely surprise.

In this Several Sentence Sunday instalment I give to you a deleted scene from [redacted] fic. This was a fun little moment that no longer fit the tone and direction of the story so I had to unfortunately say goodbye to it. I thought what better way to bring it back to life than to share it? So here is the scene that never was, and the scene that never will be again. Rated T | WC 829

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“You’re a bit gone to the rest of the world, mate. What’s up in that head of yours?” The couch dipped beside him, and Harry’s legs were shoved to the floor before cold hands wrapped around his ankles and hauled them up to rest over a lap.

Harry squinted up at the blurred, smirking face of George, huffed, and closed his eyes again.

“You look like death swallowed you up for breakfast. It’s not a fit look.”

“I was up late last night, give me a break,” Harry said, trying to swat away George’s hand as he ran fingers up and down Harry's leg.

“Doing what?”

“Doing who.”

The hand on his knee stopped moving suddenly, and Harry winked up at George.

“You’re bulshitting.”

Harry shrugged a shoulder, a smile toying at his lips. “Don’t tell Ron, he’d want to know all about it like the nosy git he is.”

“I’m so not a nosy git,” a voice said from right by his head. Harry looked up at the upside down figure of Ron, standing with his arms crossed beside the couch’s armrest. Harry hadn't even heard him come in. “Now, what are you lot talking about?”

Harry raised his eyebrows, but Ron didn’t even so much as blink.

“Our Harry’s been shagging,” George crooned.

Ron snatched the pillow from right underneath Harry’s head, chucking it to the floor so he could fit his arse on the armrest. The back of Harry’s head smashed heavily on Ron's bony knees, Harry groaned, rubbing at his skull.

“Mate! About time, yeah? Spinnet or Malfoy?”

Harry spluttered, choking on his saliva. He sat up pin-straight on the couch, turning a disgusted expression to Ron’s gleeful face. “What makes you think I’d shag Spinnet?”

“I s’pose you’re right. Spinnet’s hardly snarky enough for you, is she?”

Next to him, George snorted. Harry didn't even spare him a second glance, too focused on glaring at the dick he called his best friend. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

“You get off on a bit of push back, don’t even deny it. I’ve been trapped in a dorm with you for the better half of seven years. Trust me, I know.”

Harry’s brain short circuited, but Ron continued speaking as if he didn’t even notice.

“Poor Neville was traumatised in third year, but by fourth we got him to join the bet.”

“The fucking what?” Harry shot up off the couch, yanking his glasses out of his pocket and shoving them askew on his face. Ron slid off the armrest to take Harry’s spot on the couch, a self-satisfied grin curled on his lips.

“You didn’t know? I thought you were tryna make me lose on purpose.”

“No! Of course I didn’t know. What bloody bet are you on about?”

Ron shrugged his shoulders, cracked his back, and slouched further on the couch. “We called it: What Malfoy-induced anger will spark the spunk out of Harry tonight! You and Malfoy would have a spat, and me, Nev, Dean, and Seamus would bet on whether it would be enough to get you going that night.”

Ron stopped to yawn. “I’m still pissed that I lost my Galvin Gudgeon poster because of you. I was sure you’d go wild with the Potter Stinks badges.”

“When did this start?” Harry said, his voice pitched a bit too high. He sent an aghast expression to George who looked as though he was having a right good time watching this unfold.

“I dunno, third year? After the Care for Magical Creatures lesson with Hagrid. I don’t mean to shame—I mean, you like what you like, but... Dementors, Harry? Really?”

“Don’t be a git, Ronikins, it’s the soul-sucking that gets Harry all hot under the collar.”

“I don’t—” Harry sighed, tilting his head up at the ceiling as if that would give him some sort of reprieve. Talk about a rude awakening, barely minutes ago he was snoozing under the soft sounds of the rain. Harry was wide awake now, no doubt about that.

“I bet Malfoy was real bossy last night, eh?” Ron waggled his eyebrows.

“Fuck off, he was nothing like that.”

Ron’s eyes bulged out of his head, and Harry didn’t understand what his problem was until his words came rushing back to him. He felt his whole body overheat as he held his head in his hands, listening to the obnoxious sounds of Ron and George pissing themselves laughing in front of him.

“Merlin’s saggy balls, Harry! Did you actually?”

Harry groaned into the sweaty palm of his hands. “I hate you.”

“Lighten up, mate,” George slapped a hand on his shoulder. “You’d think having a bit of a pull and tug would loosen you up.”

“Ah, maybe Malfoy’s all talk and no action.”

Harry snapped his head at Ron, then. Green eyes, hard and steely. “Hey,” he said slowly. “Don’t.”

Ron’s joking smile sobered a little at Harry’s tone. “Mate,” he said, shocked. “You’re a goner.”

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