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winnie1emon · 11 days ago

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“no—angel,” he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust. “there’s no god here. just me. no one to save you but me.”

BAHWHHAHAH HELLO HELELOEO!!!!!!!! this line actually made me grin so fucking hard i cant BREATHHEHHEHEH.

“you’re mine, angel. you hear me? you pray to me, now.”

i mean likeeee if you say so ig... i guess i will... UGH HES SO EGOTISTICAL I WANNA FUCK HIM SO BAD. ok bye

⸝⸝ catholic school!rafe x catholic school!reader 𓏲 ࣪₊

summary: rafe is determined to break your facade of innocence.

warnings/tags: smut, unprotected sex, degrading rafe, mean rafe.

rafes fingers graze the golden cross chain on your neck as he fucks you into oblivion. he can’t help but think of how big an oxymoron the pendant is. meant to represent your chastity and devotion to god.

well right now, your god is rafe. your salvation is the way his hands grip your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin, his hot breath on your neck.

he’d been watching you for months around school now—always keeping to yourself, quiet in the way you moved, studious. you barely talked to anyone, and for rafe—who’s face had been printed in every gossip blog in the city—that was intriguing.

his tip brushes your cervix with every measured thrust, all seven inches bringing you to heaven as his cock splits you open. you’re a virgin, naturally, and you squeeze rafe so tight that even despite his penchant for being a ladies man, he’s not so sure he’ll last. your nails dig into his forearm as he taunts you, hot tears brimming your waterline.

“you like that, angel? tell me how much you like it.”

“I—I like it, rafe. god, I-“

“no—angel,” he punctuates with a particularly hard thrust. “there’s no god here. just me. no one to save you but me.”

you babble mindlessly as his movements continue, his hips slapping against yours, his own grunts starting to slip as his orgasm nears. he can feel you’re close too, with the way you clench around him and the way your hips jerk upwards.

he brings his long fingers down to that little bundle of nerves, circling your clit with a practiced efficiency that has you crying out for jesus himself. in seconds your orgasm is washing over you, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

rafe himself spills into you with a low, breathy groan, face burying in the crook of his neck as he comes.

he collapses down on to you, the both of you breathing heavily from exertion, both covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“you’re mine, angel. you hear me? you pray to me, now.”

and in the back of your mind, you can almost hear your mothers shriek of disapproval, can remember all those nights you spent in church praying for forgiveness. there’s no coming back from this.

no amount of repent could relieve you from this sin.

tags @winnie1emon @urcoolgf @angvl3tears .ᐟ

divider creds @bernardsbendystraws .ᐟ

#⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ reblog #rafe cameron #slytherin boys #outer banks #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron x reader

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winnie1emon · 11 days ago

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plsss i watched ballerina today at the movie theater and seeing keanu reeves, ana de armas, AND norman reedus in one movie was like seeing my ideal tinder lineup

#⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ misc #okay i’ll see myself out

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winnie1emon · 12 days ago

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girls will be like “i need this” & it’s the deep passionate love of a vampire to consume them body & soul leaving them limp in their arms while the vampire tells them they were good

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winnie1emon · 12 days ago

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y’all might not know this about me but i am a big fan of vampires

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winnie1emon · 13 days ago

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what if i exploded

#ok bye

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winnie1emon · 13 days ago

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im on this HUGE john b kick this month and ugh this fic made me feel so so seen with the reader genuinely.....

in his arms

john b routledge x anemic!fem!reader

anemic!fem!reader faints while out with the pogues and john b takes care of her

note: you can find my masterlist here

note: thank you @mirellef2001 for this request! we love a protective and sweet john b :) feel free to comment as it makes my day a little brighter! as always, criticism, feedback, asks, requests, and anything else are always welcome <33

It had been a rough day. It felt like it was 100 degrees outside, there were no clouds or wind, you'd woken up with a headache, and somehow, you had forgotten to take your iron. Of course, you didn't even realize that you forgot until after John B had taken you up to the surf shop. Tourists had been coming to the shop like crazy the past few days, and while John B normally didn't want to bother you with it, he and JJ needed all the help they could get.

It started off relatively fine. John B told you to work the register while he and JJ worked on opening up and getting everything ready. By noon, though, you were helping to restock whatever the hell JJ put up on the shelves. You were in the middle of putting up a few containers of board wax when you felt it. A wave of nausea, head feeling like it was spinning. Breakfast. You had forgotten to eat breakfast. Blinking hard, you finished putting up the containers and made your way over to where John B was standing near the counter.

"Jombee," You called his name softly and he turned to look at you with raised eyebrows.

"What's up, baby?" He asked gently, setting down the small box that had been in his hands and stepping closer to you.

"'m heading back to the kitchen area. I forgot to eat this morning. You guys gonna be okay if I step out for a sec?" You responded softly, forcing a smile on to your lips so John B wouldn't notice how off you felt. His brows furrowed for a moment, but he nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before going back to what he had been doing.

A soft sigh left your lips and you started making your way to the door behind the counter. The small kitchen that was in the back of the surf shop likely wouldn't have much food, but anything would be better than an empty stomach. Just as you passed through the door that led to the back, another wave of nausea hit you hard. Your head felt like it was spinning, your stomach felt like it was curling in on itself, and then you fell.

The next time you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself staring at one of the cushions of a couch JJ had decided to put in the back of the surf shop. Slowly, you pushed yourself until you were sitting up, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Your head was throbbing and there was a stale taste in your mouth. When you finally opened your eyes again, you saw John B walking into the room with a bottle of water and an expression of pure concern. The moment he looked at you and saw that you were sitting up, his shoulders relaxed slightly, and he knelt down next to the couch.

"Hey there, baby. Drink some water, yeah?" He spoke softly, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle and holding it out to you. Your hands shook as you took it from him and brought it to your lips, taking a small sip.

"There you go, pretty. You still feeling light-headed?" He asked as he pushed your hair off of your face. Your body was damp with sweat, clothes sticking to your skin. The only response you managed was a nod, taking another small sip of water.

"Figured. I'm gonna take you home, okay?" His hand found your cheek, thumb brushing over your brow bone.

"No, you don't... You don't have to take me home." You whispered out, voice sounding much weaker than you'd expected. Your hands were still shaking, your skin was still clammy. John B met your eyes, giving you a look that said you didn't have a choice in going home.

"Baby, you just passed out in the surf shop. We're going home." You knew you didn't have a choice by the way he said it. Not harsh, not mean, just firm. Then he was helping you up from the couch, arm around your waist as he guided you out to the Twinkie.

When the two of you eventually made it back to the Chateau, he didn't even give you the chance to stand up. He opened the passenger door and lifted you into his arms, kicking the door shut with his foot before carrying you inside bridal style. He only set you down once he had reached the pullout couch, carefully lowering you down until you were sitting comfortably on the cushions. He disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes before returning with a bag of potato chips.

"Here, baby. Eat some of these, yeah?" He held them out to you as he sat next to you. You took the bag from him and set it in your lap, hands still a little shaky. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and tugged you closer until you were leaning into his side. His hand rubbed soft circles on your shoulder, the other using the TV remote to skim through the channels. You let yourself relax into him, watching the TV and slowly eating the potato chips he had grabbed. You still felt tired, more exhausted really, but you were slowly starting to feel better. And being in his arms, you knew you would be okay.

tags: @bbyg4rl @imsojules @chalahyung01 @moonywhisp3rs @abigailovesz @imsojules

#⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ reblog #hi i love you and the fic and john b and everything #outer banks #john b obx #john b routledge #john b outer banks #john b x fem!reader #outer banks fanfiction #john b x reader

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winnie1emon · 13 days ago

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battling the inner demons that are trying to force me to burst out giggling right now...

“Spencer… fuck. Please just call me Spencer.”

WELLLLLL alright!

“Tell me you want this.” He whispered, breathy and laced with need, as if he’d been holding back for too long. Which, evidently, he had.

I WANT IT!!! LETS GO!!!

ok but seriously SOOO good. the detailsss and the first paragraph.. yeah i was hooked. AND THE PICTURES YOU CHOSE. PLSSS HE LOOKS SO GOOOD im going to tear up and cry i want him so bad. and the pining.... yes please.

─── OFFICE CRUSH ✎

summary: you’ve been pining over your genius coworker for almost a year now. you never expected him to reciprocate.

pairing: bau!spencer x fembau!reader

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, language, slight angst, one sided pining, sort of ooc spencer.

authors note: hello i am back!! finally got the courage to write smth lol. p.s. kinda hate this..

His hands. Oh god, his hands. Spencer’s fingers ran across the words of the files containing information about the BAU’s most recent case. A young girl had been murdered, along with two other’s. A serial murder, the team had concluded. And yet as horribly tragic as it was, you couldn’t seem to focus on the fact that someone’s life had been lost. All you could do was trace the veins on Spencer’s hand like a physical touch.

You sucked in a sharp breath when he flipped a page, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose askew, his brown eyes focused on the contents of the file. He licked his lips, eyes scanning the words, a small breath escaping him. As if he was deep in thought, the gears in his brain turning methodically, his genius already piecing together the case just from pictures of the crime scene.

It was one of the many things that turned you on about Spencer; his innate ability to solve crimes, the way he spewed out facts like a human wikipedia. It made your stomach burn and the spot on your cotton panties sticky with arousal. You’d try hard to focus on the cases you received, ferociously studying the crime scene pictures… but to no avail. He was too distracting.

But you’d never do anything about it. Because you were 100% that Spencer Reid did not like you.

Well, it wasn’t that he disliked you, but he always seemed so apathetic towards you. You could barely find a moment to converse with him. I mean sure, he was known for being particularly cautious around people he didn’t know, and was widely known for his germaphobic tendencies. But when you tried to speak to him? He could only ever manage a hum or a nod, either dismissing your inquiry about a case or just flat out avoiding you. On flights, he chose the farthest seat from you. When pairing up to look for an unsub, he somehow made sure he wasn’t paired with you. And although it disheartened you, you could never find out why.

It’d been a few months since you’d figured out your newfound feelings for the young BAU agent, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep your secret from Spencer. Honestly, you were surprised no one had figured out sooner. I mean, you were working in an entire team of profilers. Penelope somehow, the only non-profiler, had found out first after she’d caught you staring at Spencer during one of Rossi’s iconic wine parties. And, naturally, she told Morgan, which at first you weren’t happy about. But who could be mad at Garcia for so long?

Next was Emily, who you considered to have formed some friendly relationship with. Her only advice was to, quote, ‘go for it’, which you’d always said was ridiculous. Spencer barely liked you as a friend. No way he’d like you romantically.

It was a late night Friday now, most of the team having left due to the late hour. The case file sat heavy in your hands, your knuckles cramping as you flipped another page, sighing. Your joints hurt and your body was tense. But not from the fact that you’d been nonstop working for six hours. From the fact that Spencer was only a few feet away from you, seemingly doing the exact same thing. The sleeves of his dress shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, his tousled, boy band-esque hair even more tousled than when the day had started. Your mouth felt like sandpaper as you attempted to swallow, your stomach doing flips.

Eyes darting back to the crime scene photos, you sighed, brows furrowing as you caught something. “Wait a minute..” you mumbled under your breath. “Dr Reid.”

Spencer, who had been doing his own analysis of the unsub, sighed and lifted his head, eyes falling on you. “What?” he spoke flatly, lip curled just a fraction, a crease forming between his brow.

Your heels clacked against the wooden floor as you made your way to Spencer’s desk, file head in hands. “All of the victims—“ you pointed towards a file containing an ID picture of each victim. At this point you were standing beside Spencer’s seat, practically leaning over him to show him the discovery you’d made.

What you didn’t know was that the proximity made Spencer’s breath hitch, his nails digging into the material of his dress pants as he clenched his jaw.

“We know that each victim has given up at least one child for adoption. It’s possible the unsub is doing this out of revenge. Maybe even justice. It could mean he had parental issues growing up, specifically with his mom.”

“Maybe, but you can’t assume that. Just because coincidentally they all gave up children for adoption doesn’t mean it’s connected to the unsub’s motivation.” Spencer argued in response, eyes narrowing slightly, a small huff of irritation leaving him. But he wasn’t irritated that you were making this point. He was irritated at the betrayal of his own body, how it reacted whenever you were near.

His retort made you bristle, jaw tightened, hand throwing down the file onto the desk. “Why do you always do this?” You exclaimed out of frustration.

“Excuse me?”

“You—you always dispute my theories, you’re constantly avoiding me. Did I do something wrong? I don’t understand.”

Spencer, in a fit of exasperation, stood from his desk, his tall stature towering over you. “You don’t understand? You don’t understand why I’m like this?” He snapped, jaw tense.

“God.” He muttered lower, shaking his head as he glanced away. “No.. no I don’t. SO help me. Help me understand why you’re so hostile all the time!”

“This isn’t hostility, agent!” Spencer snapped back, effectively shutting you up.

It was silent for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a few seconds. “Do you.. know how hard it is, having to work with you?” He began, voice a bit gruff. Your brows furrowed in offense, but you let him continue. “Having to see you everyday in—in these skirts,” he reached out and tugged on the hem of your skirt, eliciting a gasp from you. “And listening to your smart mouth? I’m supposed to be a genius. Do you get it? A genius.”

Confusion was all you felt, eyes scanning his conflicted expression, your throat bobbing as you swallowed. “Dr. Reid, I don’t—“

“Spencer… fuck. Please just call me Spencer.”

“Okay.. Spencer.”

He had a visual reaction to that, his expression going a bit dark, a flush crawling up his neck. You could faintly hear him murmur God under his breath, but you chose not to comment on it. “Do you even know what you do to me?” He asked again, expression almost pained. He stepped closer to you, causing you to step back. The edge of your hip hit your desk, your eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and slight fear.

“I—I didn’t know you felt—“

“Course you didn’t. I tried my best.” He leant in, hand gripping the desk by your hip, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck. Like a flower, you bloomed for him, tilting your head to provide him more access to your skin. You let out a breathy sigh, eyes fluttering shut, a small noise escaping you. “Spencer..”

“Shhh..” He chastised softly, his lips brushing your skin as he left open mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping every few seconds to nip. “Tell me you want this.” He whispered, breathy and laced with need, as if he’d been holding back for too long. Which, evidently, he had. “I.. I want this.” was all you could say.

Spencer took it as an invitation, his one hand coming up to hold your hip, the other on your jaw. He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, your own hands reaching upwards to tangle in his hair, eliciting a wanton groan from him.

You could taste the faint sweetness of coffee as his tongue licked into your mouth, the feeling of his hand traveling up your skirt making your hips buck. Spencer didn’t tease, didn’t draw it out. In seconds, his fingers were pressing against the damp spot on your panties, a gasp leaving both of you as you mutually pulled away for air.

“What, do crime scene photos make you wet?” He teased between breathy intakes, the corner of his mouth tugging up slightly, his puppy brown eyes glossed over.

You groaned, from both his tease and the pads of his fingers pressing on your clit through your panties, a sharp breath escaping you. “Don’t worry baby..” He cooed, fingers slipping past the cotton, his finger running through your slick. He traced a path up your slit, relishing in the way you gasped, hips bucking into his hand. His finger slid into you with ease, a breathy curse escaping him as he began to pump his finger in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“You like that?” He taunted, eyes scanning your pleasure stricken expression, the way your teeth dug into your bottom lip and your eyes fought to stay open.

You nodded, chest rising and falling rapidly with each panted breath, your hips jerking forward as you felt your orgasm near.

“F—Fuck Spencer, I’m gonna—“

And then as soon as it had been built, it was gone. Your eyes flew open, the sight of Spencer sucking your slick off his fingers entering your vision, your brows furrowing.

He smiled maliciously, cocking his head to the side as he regarded you with a look that held more arrogance than you’d ever seen on Spencer Reid.

“What? You thought I’d give it to you that fast?” He teased, hands already tugging down your panties by the band, pushing up your skirt by the hem.

The clink of his belt seemed to snap you out of your reverie, a soft breath escaping you as you glanced down. “Spencer..” you murmured, voice a bit needy, almost a plea. “Please.”

And how could he resist that plea?

By now he’d tugged down his pants to rest at his knee, the buttons on his boxers undone. He pushed into you with one steady thrust, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. The sudden feeling of your bodies connecting made you both moan out, the volume making you both panic.

Spencer’s hand quickly darted up, covering your mouth to muffle the moans falling out. Each thrust was quick and speedy, his tip kissing your sweet spot and making your eyes roll back into your head.

It wasn’t long before you were both closer to your peaks, Spencer’s hand leaving your mouth then grabbing the back of your head, pulling you in for another messy. kiss. You moaned into each other’s mouths as you came, the warmth of Spencer’s release prominent in your belly, and the feeling of you clenching around him making his hips twitch.

Eventually, the need for air won and Spencer pulled away with a wet pop, a small string of saliva connecting your lips as ragged breaths escaped the both of you, your chest heaving in unison. “I.. I always thought you hated me.” You breathed, voice a mixture of exertion and content.

Spencer swallowed and shook his head, hand squeezing your hip as he leant in and pecked your temple.

“Far from it.”

tags @bea-tween-the-pages @fadeshocksbiggestfan .ᐟ

#⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ reblog #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #smut #fluff

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winnie1emon · 14 days ago

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tears were SHED you guys like actually. but seriously, so happy for you victoria!! you have been such a prominent figure of the obx community and my time overall on this app. you’ve inspired me in so many ways and you’ve done the same for others as well. i’m wishing you the absolute best in your engagement because you deserve nothing less <33

wow, i don’t really know what to say.. so i’m just going to start off by saying that i’m so so grateful to those who have joined me here on my writing journey on this blog ♡ the good outweighs the bad and as much as i’m going to miss writing, i’m so happy to announce that i’m starting a new chapter in my life as a fiancé and soon to be wife!! this took me completely by surprise, but i really couldn’t be any happier, it’s been my dream since i was a little girl to have my own little family and to be in this amazing position to finally do that, the timing couldn’t be any more divine. so with that being said, this is my final post on this account (besides any asks i may get after this is posted) ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა it’s bittersweet but i’m ready to let this go!! this was always going to be temporary for me and i knew it from the very beginning. below i’m going to get into the details for the future of this account, but again, thank you so much to (mostly) all of you for being sweet, supportive, and always giving me a kind word ♡

will you be keeping your fics up?

yes! all of my fics will be accessible and still available to read here on this blog.

will you still be posting on tumblr?

yes, but on a separate account. i’ll be posting moodboards, outfits, and just girl talk! you could still reach me and send me asks through that account once i get it up and running (i’ll be posting it soon)

masterlist can be found here !

♡ with sooo much love, victoria.

#brb going to cry

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winnie1emon · 14 days ago

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LOLOLOL NO OF COURSE BRO… its cause you give me soo much freak to work with that i can really unleash it all when i react to your fics 😛😛

helloo… ur acc seems so aesthetic omg i trust u with writing for chase. do u think u could write something small about him coming untouched while u two r making out?

── .✦ chase vs his struggle to control himself…

pairing: chase davenport x fem!reader warnings: 18+ mdni, sexual content, makeout, ejaculation note: thank you for the compliments bb, hope i did your idea justice <3

his lips are so soft it’s stupid.

you’re curled over him on the penthouse couch, knees bracketing his thighs, your fingers tugging gently at the soft hair at the back of his neck. his mouth is hot and hungry against yours, and chase davenport kisses like a man trying to compute pleasure in real time — slow at first, strategic, a little hesitant, until he overloads and melts into you like he’s never been kissed before (which, before you, he hadn’t been).

you feel his hands drift, trying to stay polite, pressed into the small of your back like he’s holding on for dear life. but you shift forward just a little, enough to press flush against him, and that’s all it takes, his fingers flex, digging into your waist.

he gasps into your mouth.

“you okay?” you murmur, lips barely brushing his.

he nods too fast. “yeah. yes. fine. totally fine.”

he is absolutely not fine.

there’s a visible tremor in his thighs beneath you, and you’re not oblivious — you can feel how hard he is through his joggers, how he’s been tense from the second you climbed into his lap, how he keeps trying not to rut up against you like his whole body’s fighting itself.

your hips roll slow and sweet, just once, and he breaks the kiss entirely, dropping his head back with a choked breath.

“chase,” you whisper against his lips, voice full of mock concern. “you’re shaking.”

“don’t,” he says quickly, eyes screwed shut. “don’t move. please.”

you freeze, and then you feel it.

he tenses under you, a shudder running through his whole body like he’s being electrocuted from the inside out. his jaw clenches, lips parted in a soft, desperate moan, and his hands tighten around your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment.

then he goes still. dead still.

your lips part, confused for a second until it. the slight wetness on his pants, the way his breath is coming in shallow, humiliated little gasps as he buries his face in your neck like he can hide from what just happened. he looks wrecked, like you short-circuited something in his perfect little supercomputer brain.

“oh my god,” you whisper, more stunned than anything. “chase… did you just…?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just swallows thickly and nods against your shoulder.

“you came?” you ask again, just to be sure. “without even—?”

“i didn’t mean to,” he gasps, eyes fluttering shut, the heat blooming down his neck giving him away completely. “you were just— you were kissing me. you were on top of me. i couldn’t— i tried to hold it, i swear…”

you can’t help it. you giggle. a soft, breathless, delighted little sound that makes him whimper.

you grin, leaning down to brush your mouth against his jaw. “you’re so easy, baby.”

“don’t say it like that,” he mutters into your collarbone, face burning so hot it’s radiating. “i’m literally never recovering from this.”

you press your lips to his ear. “that’s okay, sweetheart.”

he shudders again and you sit up just slightly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide, skin flushed all the way down his neck.

“next time,” you murmur, smiling sweetly, “you’re gonna wait for me.”

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#⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ reblog #hi i’m not over the fact that it’s #chase davenport

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