#I'll make ficlits

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

5 Day Ficlit Countdown

Day 2

WC: 566

"Luke, I have to go." The protest was interspersed between kisses, hands gently pushing at his chest and shoulders as she squirmed in his hold. His arms snaked and slithered, nose brushing neck as he murmured into her skin "Skip tonight, stay here....You can show me what you've been working on." His lips landed low on her collar bone, then continued their descent along with hands, all of him delightful insistent suction and caress. Penelope wiggled and writhed struggling to reach the handle of her ukulele case, struggling to disentangle herself. Though she would admit this was very nice and lovely and all things amazing, she was running late for her weekly ukulele lesson and was very excited they could finally take place in person again. "I can't, Sam's expecting me." pushing more against his hold, "Luke, I'm late-"

Ignoring the complaint, he continued lavishing attention, embrace unbroken. "Be late. Be absent. Be here with me" he purred against her lips. She could feel herself giving in, searching hand giving up and moving to run through the curls that had grown long, melting against hard muscle as soft mouth working along sensitive spots beckoned her. Her eyes slipped closed, feet walking backward blindly. At the same time she stumbled over his feet, her mind stumbled back to what she'd been doing before this physical persuasion started... Why had it started? It wasn't like him to be so clingy, so vocal, so tenacious. Then it hit her, though the thought seemed silly... Penelope pulled away, "Wait, wait. Wait a minute- Are you jealous?" She looked at him incredulously. Really? He couldn't be. He wasn't...

His cheeks flamed, "I'm not..." and then a laugh slipped out, his denial broken up by a bug-eyed grinning chuckle. His tell. When he was caught in a lie he laughed, "jealous." he finished, ducking his head.

Penelope's hands slammed down on each shoulder where they'd been planted. "Oh my god, you are!" Luke's hands moved to her waist, stance widening. "I'm not! But you have to admit it's weird that you're taking music lessons from your ex." Oh good, another one. "Sam and I are friends, there's nothing unusual about that. He teaches music classes and helps me with my strumming." Smirking, his eyebrows shot up, "Mmm, so more fingering techniques?" he asked, pulling her closer again. She rolled her eyes, exasperated, "Oh my god you're ridiculous. Of course you'd remember that. Look, you have nothing to worry about, Sam's just a friend. I leave all techniques to you." "He's like 9 feet tall," he playfully countered. Penelope's shoulders relaxed, glad this wasn't going to be a thing like it was with Kevin. Clasping her hands around his neck she leaned in, "Makes kissing uncomfortable" and then kissed him sweetly. When she pulled back, Luke continued, teasing smile unwavering, "And he seems... really nice." Penelope kissed him again, slow, and full of love, imparting all the security she felt with him, "He is. You should met him sometime. You'd love him." She grinned, placing one more peck to his lips, then patted his chest, "But not tonight. Tonight I have class." With that he let go, handing her the hard black case. "Call me when you're done." Hand on the knob, she turned back to face him, "Oh no, I'm coming back when I'm done, you have to finish what you started."

Welcome to day 2 of my 5 ficlit countdown to CME! :) Sorry this is late! Today's prompt, "Wait a minute- are you jealous?" was asked by @mrs-alvez-2024 I hope you liked it! I was thinking about making one where one of them was jealous of Roxy, but naahhh XD You've all been awesome about asks, I have one left for the final day, so if anyone wants to throw out an ask you can find the prompt list here

If not, I'll pick the final and fill my own nonsense  😅

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution countdown #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #jealousy prompt #criminal minds fanfiction #ao3

[hdawg1995]

Get to know me!

I GOT TAGGED IN A THING! I don't remember the last time that happened! Tagged by: @haelleno Share your wall paper:

its a pixel art i made titled over and over.

Last song you listened to: From Now On We're Enemies. Its a mood and also just makes me feel better on days where I feel too stressed from the nothing I did.

Currently Reading: I'm not gonna lie, i'm currently reading all the non shippy RE fanfics that have sprung up because of the RE4 remake AND a YA book called The Black Dragon Codex. a lot of books haven't been able to draw me in (even this one didn't get my attention right way, i only bought it and started reading it cause its a extension of a fantasy encyclopedia i read as a kid) which really sucks cause i miss reading.

Last Movie: I think it was Glass Onion. Watched it with my mom but she had a hard time paying attention so i spent most of the movie explaining things than enjoying it or following along with the mystery.

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Red Wings shirt number 365 and some running pants. my PJs basicily.

How Tall Are You: i'm 5 foot nothing and some times i'm mad about it but most of the time i'm just glad i don't have to duck into a car or dodge tree branches.

Piercings/Tattoos: they're the same answer so i lumped them together. No. Never gonna happen. I think they're dope on other people but I wouldn't want them.

Glasses/Contacts?: Yup! for most of my life actually! my current pair are blue metal frames that tint blue in the sun. bonus: they have that yellow/blue light layer so looking at screens doesn't hurt my eyes, and i'm told it makes the whites of my eyes tinted blue.

Last Drink: a cold pepsi. nothing special, was just the pop that was in the fridge today.

Last Show: Ghosts (the 2022 version). I watch it with my mom every week, we're having a good time with it and although its mostly second hand embarrassment I like that it puts it on it's head every now and then.

Last Thing You Ate: Dinner! box pasta and some shredded chicken. I wanted to try one of the recipes i found on here but i didn't have most of the stuff i needed.

Favorite Color: Orange! If its orange i'm going to love it and its bright and warm. Runner up colors are blue and green.

Current Obsession: Resident Evil. A friend of mine is playing the remake and i've been watching him stream! and of course the fanfics (although the RE fandom is drinking their horny juice so there isn't actually a lot for me to read at the moment).

Unrelated Obsession: I have been writing little ficlits of my WoL oc being friends with Thancred Waters from ff14 and nothing will stop me from writing about how they are buds.

Any Pets: sadly no. Had a dog who died in 2020 (she was 14 if my math is right). right now closest thing to a pet I have are the three stray cats who use the backyard as a in between since its the only yard without a dog.

Do You Have A Crush On Anyone?: I've given up on perusing crushes. I still have them but I've accepted i'm better off ignoring it than acknowledging it. honestly thought about ignoring this question but i've made it this far!

Favorite fictional character: Thats a long list i'm afraid, so i'll list the same number of characters Haelleno listed. Tomix (DF) Thancred (ff14) Liger Zero (Zoids) Leon Kennedy (RE) Yosuke hanamura (P4) and Arata (Digimon: Cyber Sleuth).

Tag Someone: no :3

#get to know me #aaaand thats why i don't get tagged in things #i don't want to bother people #also i'm in a MOOD sorry

[that--unusual-person]

i promise, i am making a better meeting ficlit. and i'll tag you if you want, yeah?

oh- yeah, yeah sure. sounds awesome

#brain rot still has me goin #lol

[thestuffedalligator]

So I'm staring down at a scribbled ficlit I wrote based on your amazing post about the Gotham girl's detective agency. Would ignoring it i lost it? It's a silly indulgent thing, and I doubt I'll write more to it. (Do you have any names for the girls? I've got Annie for killer croc's girl, because opposite of orphan annie and Animal, Phyllis because Pygmalion for clayface, Victoria because Victor and Nora, and Rudi for the riddler because it's kinda like riddle and my brain died at that point.

I would love to see it! And while I do have my own names for the girls, I’m more than okay with people making their own names for them. This is a canon u-pick. Build-a-Batman. I want people to have fun with it :)

#asks tag

[mddyhatters]

planning on making a new writing blog for x reader ficlits, particularly for more gender neutral and some male readers. i'll link you all later after i make it if you guys would like to. haven't figured out all the fandoms i will write but we'll see.

#( jinxie speaks. ) #gender neutral reader #marvel imagine #dc comics imagine #riverdale imagine #male reader

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

5 Day Ficlit Countdown DAY 4

The Boy From New York City It's solidly smut. Prompt brought to you by @darcyfangirlsfrequently, "Let me finish this/ this level and I promise I'll make you cum at least three times." It's here at AO3 WC: 1,538

"Just let me finish this and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

That had been his promise earlier in the night when he was finishing up his report. The team had just gotten back, Luke eager to be near his girls again packed up and took work home, but his work ethic wouldn't allow him to abandon the task completely, leaving Penelope pouty antsy while he finished penning his version of events. This also left her making empty threats about mandating both their houses be BAU-free zones.

But, true to his word, the second the ink was dry, all his attention was on her. She was currently teetering on the edge of her fifth orgasm. Clawing at the rug, Luke rendering the bottom half of her immobile with a pinning hold as the top half of her thrashed and arched and he still hadn't cum. Every time she'd reach down to feel him, give back, he'd bat her hand away, growl, or stop entirely.

He enjoyed the feel, the rush of pride at doing something well, of bringing someone else completely apart in ecstasy. Knowing he could make someone feel so alive, so lit-up after his job, was the best feeling.

His tongue, a velvet point, slowly parted her lips from bottom to top, swirling and pressing at the throbbing tip, wet lips starting wide, then shrinking around her clit until that deliciously full pout was nothing more than a small "o" sucking her. Penelope mewled, hips jerking, straining a shudder in his hold. The smooth flat underside swapping with the rough-textured top, mouth opening and closing as if kissing her.

Words were pointless, she'd get the first sound out and suddenly it was morphing into a moan or wail. Throaty "Nnnahaaaa-s" and high "eeeeeen-s", her body coiling. He grinned when the only word she was capable of producing was his name, long and warbled, thrusting into him.

His tongue slid down, teasing her, then entering firm and rough, molding to her. She curled forward, hands released the carpet, clenching around his hair. He moaned against her, the vibrations adding to pleasure as her head rolled back again, mouth dropping open, but nothing coming out but huffs of air.

She convulsed, glutes and quads clenching, warmth gushing, hands pulling, pulling, pulling him up, lungs searching for sharp breath.

He laid over her, she could feel him hot and hard pressed into her. One hand braced him above, kissing her deep, and if she could form thoughts at all she'd wonder how his jaw even still worked. Luke was obviously thinking just fine as his other hand moved from breast to waist, thumb rubbing at hipbone before making it's final descent fingers picking up where tongue left off. She squeaked into the kiss garnering a grin and more pressure, fingers working in quick short strokes. "No, Luke, enuhhhh-" she came again just as quickly.

Her head fell back, breasts heaving, eyes glazed, face red, staring up at him, swollen lips, pupils the size of saucers, and could do nothing but pant, boneless. She was losing her mind, her hair was a tangled mess, her glasses had been lost somewhere between the kitchen and the living room, and at this point she was jello, he could do anything he wanted.

"Do you know how hot is when you do that? What a turn on that noise is?" she couldn't answer, he knew it, so he kept talking, praising her, letting her know just what she did for him as he laved melodic wet kisses to her neck trailing her collar, across her shoulder and down to her breasts. He was rolling and gently pulling to harden peaking nipples while she listened and felt, recuperating. Luke's cock was pressed hard between them, slick with sweat, his hips undulating, it dragged between her thigh and hip, up and down, back and forth as his lips and hands continued their ministration on her breasts and neck.

She cooed out little sighs with each breath, her body miming his gentle crash and wave, her hands coming up to knead at the stiff muscle of his back, up his neck, and run through his hair.

"I want every inch of you... you're so perfect, just thinking about you..." His hips dug in deeply, slowly, pushing her into the floor. Hands moved down her ribs to her waist holding and squeezing, feeling as he mouthed at delicate skin. Hands moved lower to hips and ass fingers digging in, lifting a leg to press gentle kisses to sore muscle. He wanted her, he wanted her so fucking bad, he was almost ready, almost there, but he wanted to stretch it out just a bit longer, continue to make her feel good. And he wanted her to ask.

"You are...so sexy," he continued through breathy kisses. An arm was resting lazily over her eyes, but her cheeks flushed at the admission. Between her legs Luke continued his gradual climb back up her body, full lips sucking lightly at inner thighs, teeth nipping unpredictable patterns sending sharp shocks jolting upward.

When he finally reached her apex she was worried he was going for number seven, denying himself still, mouth once again licking and teasing. "Lukeplease-" the please was high and tight, needy.

He grinned, slinking further up, cradling her head and kissed her fully, sighing into it. "Please,what, Chica?" He dipped his hips, hard length finding, parting, and rubbing against clit.

God she felt good. So hot, so wet, pliable and welcoming. They were breathing against each other as one, he felt suspended, on the brink. Waiting for an answer he continued to shower her with attention, teeth grazing and tongue laving soft tissue, nerve endings setting off.

Her hips rocked into his, wanting more, trying to get more. She bit her lip, palms flat and trailing against his back "Ineedyou." 



He laughed into her jaw, moving on to lips, straining out, "Youhaveme." hips rolling into her again and again, cock aching and pulsing for release.



Penelope whined at the near contact. "In me, I need youinme. Luke comeo-" her complaint was cut off by a hand feeling her out, cock teasing her entrance.

He pulled back looking down at her expectant face, teasing, "Like that?"



Her hips bucked helplessly meeting nothing but fisted tip "More-"

He licked his lips slipping into her, wet, tight, velutinous heat surrounding him. Penelope feeling him firm and ridged and full, the sharpness of stretching her inside. He pulled out and slid back in, hips thrust and swiveling, measured, steady. She could feel as his cock dragged out and forced back in, slow movements sending electric threads through her, nipples stiffening, his skin against hers warm and soft.

Gradual thrusts picked up pace, deeper and deeper, harsher and harsher. She climbed to met him, leg curling and locking around his. Bodies slick and hot, pushing and plunging. All of her holding tight to him, walls fluttering, Penelope, letting out tight whines and moans. "Come on, come on.... just like that." he encouraged through breathless gravel. "You'reso-Pen-"

Hips pitching and colliding strong and heavy pinning her to the floor, ass smashing and dragging into soft pile with every upward thrust, hard and fast, rubbing and filling, all of him all around her, muscles releasing and clutching involuntarily. "Yes,thats-oh my god.oh. yes.YesFuuuuuLu-!" forced out, voice found.

And then his hands wrapped and he brought them to sitting, her tits in his face just below eye level, bouncing and crashing, swollen pink and white, a flush red blooming across, soft and shining, beautiful as he fucked up into her and she rode down on to him, his hands gripping harshly to flesh as he lifted and slammed. A new position, new feel, she rolled her hips, chasing forward, jerking fast movements, his hands up her back, on her ass, in her hair, everywhere all at once, holding her to him as she moved erratically, freely, but not letting her go, building her back up.

Powerless, she felt the familiar coil and pool. She was boneless, tired, god, it feltgood, but the thought of one more... "Luke, Ican't-"

He hugged her to him, lips to ear mumbling encouraging and soft, arms and hands wrapping around waist as he continued to fuck up into her rapidly, nearly, "You can. You’re so good. One more, cum with me... one... just...”

A hand slipped between them, Luke shifting forward once again as he pumped and stroked, cock swelling, tightening, pushing against tight and spasming tissue, all of her clutching fast, a short scream, Luke releasing with a grunting yell, shallow pumps following, his body rocking languidly, into hers everything taught, now loose.

He rolled them to the side, gentle sporadic tremmoring thrusts still filling her, raining delicate kisses all over, everywhere his mouth could reach. Penelope draped a leg over his and ran her fingertips up his arm, cheek sticking to the wood beyond the rug, humid puffs dampening the floor, both drifting off to the abating breathing of the other.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution countdown #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez