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Lukanette vipernette 💓

I'm sure I've shared this one before but I haven't added to it in a really long time. 😆 The basic idea behind this was Lukanette square shenanigans, except Luka knows Marinette is Ladybug so he's basically taking every opportunity to flirt with her and say to her as Viperion all the things he wants to say but can't as Luka. Because he knows that she knows who he really is so he feels safe flirting in both forms. He's having fun playing up the romantic masked hero angle while knowing that she knows it's really him so there can't be any harm done. He only flirts with Marinette, not Ladybug, so--all the romantic spoiling, none of the angst of 'but now I'm in love with two guys' or 'does he really love me or is he into LB' so that when he finally comes clean there's no drama. (Sorry angst lovers. plants my flag atop Fort Fluff)

The battles were getting harder. With Mayura’s help, Hawkmoth was far more dangerous. More than once they had only been saved by the unexpected and unexplainable failure of Mayura’s powers. But they couldn’t count on that; any battle could be the one where Mayura’s powers held strong. More and more often Ladybug and Chat were forced to call on backup. Battles were taking longer, meaning one or more of the team would have to take a break from the battle to recharge before coming back to fight on. 

Viperion pelted across the rooftops, panting, heading for a particular alley that he knew he needed to reach before it was too late. He dropped three stories just in time to grab a familiar pigtailed figure and press her between himself and the wall, shielded by an outcropping in the building next to them. “Shh, don’t make a sound,” he hissed, and the girl practically stopped breathing. “Whatever happens, don’t move. I’ve got you.” Viperion kept watch on the mouth of the alley, counting seconds. He only got to three before the sentimonster came crashing through. Viperion flinched but held strong, knowing the monster would continue its destructive path past them. Everything played out as he knew it would, only this time the sentimonster didn’t see the girl in the alley, shielded as she was between Viperion’s dark suit and the wall. He clenched his teeth as a few chunks of debris hit his armored back, and winced as a piece knocked into his head. None of them reached the figure he sheltered, though, and he breathed a sigh of relief, stepping back as the monster moved on. He stepped back, rubbing his head. “Ow,” he muttered. 

“Are you all right?” 

Viperion gave a rueful smile at the girl he’d just rescued. “I’ll be fine, it was just a small rock. Stings though. What about you, are you okay?” He touched her face, checking her over. Without the protection of her transformation, he’d seen her badly injured by the sentimonster’s rampage. 

“I’m fine, thanks to you,” Marinette said, putting a hand on his arm. “Thank you, Viperion.”

“Hold on to me,” he said, picking her up. She didn’t question him the way a normal civilian would, just put her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his waist. He calculated his path up the building and leapt, keeping one arm around Marinette’s back as she clung to him. He hopped along the roofs with her until he found one that he deemed safe for her to use to transform back, and set her down.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a lot of time. I have to leave you here,” he said gently. Of course, he knew the second he was out of sight she would transform and swing herself back to the battle, but she didn’t know he knew that. “One of us will come back and get you once the Akuma’s defeated. Please be safe. What’s your name?”

“Uh--M-m-Marinette,” she stammered, and he smiled. He would wonder for weeks what possessed him in that moment, if it was that familiar stammer or something else that made him lean close. 

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he breathed. Marinette’s eyes widened and her face flamed red. “I hope we meet again, Marinette.”

Then he turned away and leapt back towards the battle, so she couldn’t see the grin on his face. 

When Ladybug came to retrieve his Miraculous after the end of the battle, she was blushing under her mask. Luka pretended not to notice.

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[samandcolbyownme]

hey can you do one where like y/n does only fans and colby finds out about it?

Warnings: strong language, onlyfans star!reader, friends to lovers

New series called Snippets. I will write a little for each request and then keep them all together so I can come back later and use them to write a full one shot. Hope that makes sense! Thank you!

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Colby sounded different on the phone, he didn’t tell you anything was wrong, but you could tell there was something bothering him.

You liked Colby.

A lot.

The one thing that’s been holding you back from telling him about said feelings, is mainly your onlyfans page. You were sure whether or not Colby would be okay with that, and to be honest, you pay your bills with that money.

You wanted Colby, yes. But you weren’t sure if he wanted someone that has shown their tits for money.

After an hour and a half of taking pictures in different colored lingerie for your page, you wrapped it up at the perfect time because you hear the front door open and close with a powerful shove.

You shove your tripod in your closet and the lingerie at the bottom of your bottom dresser drawer and turn around just as there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.”

The door opens and Colby walks in, “Hey.”

You give him a smile, “What’s up, Colbs?” Your smile fades when he doesn’t look at you for a few seconds, “Colby?”

His words shocked you, “Do you do porn?”

You blink a few times, “um. I mean yes and no.”

“What do you mean yes and no?” He turns towards you, “Do you just go through guys? Like what? how does that work?”

You hold up your hand, “Whoa, back it the hell up. What is your deal?”

Colby sighs, “My deal, is that you do porn and you never told me?”

You laugh slightly, mainly trying to cover up your nervousness, “Colby it’s not straight porn. Okay? I do OnlyFans. I don’t do anything nude. Well..”

He looks at you, “What do you do?”

You grab your laptop and bring it towards you. You get in, clicking around until you pull up your page, “Here. Look. The only really bad thing is that I show my boobs. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it.”

He walks over, sitting down beside you as he takes your laptop. You can tell there’s a positive change to his demeanor and you bite your lip, “So.. who told?”

Colby laughs, “well.. actually.” He looks over at you, “one of Sam’s buddies sent him a screen shot and asked if it was you.”

He looks back at the computer screen and scrolls down, “It was this picture actually.” He point to the screen and you purse your lips, “That was a money post.”

“What’s that mean?” Colby looks at you and you can’t help but giggle, “It means.. you have to pay to see the photo.. and who ever sent that to Sam.. paid to see it.”

“So, they’re subscribed to you?” Colby asks and you nod, “or someone else he knows is?” You shrug, “I’m not sure, Colby.”

He just stares at you, “Huh.” He jocks his jaw and nods, “Mm. Okay.”

“So what? Are you like mad at me? Not friends anymore?” You purse your lips, “Like does this make you look at me different?”

Colby shakes his head, “Not really. Well.. I mean, okay. Yeah I see you differently now, but like..” he scratches his brow, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to tell you because I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it and I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Colby chuckles, “Ruined?” He shake his head, “No. not at all. As I said. Different.. a hundred percent.”

“Different?” You ask as you tilt your head and he nods, “Oh yeah. You’re so much hotter than I originally thought.”

You can feel your cheeks growing warm and Colby’s next question didn’t help any matters, “So how do you feel about potentially doing porn?”

Fuck, you think, “Um. I mean..” you laugh slightly and look down before looking at Colby, “Maybe if it was someone I was comfortable with?”

You nod, Colby heavy on your mind, “Yeah. I think I could do it.”

A smirk grows on his lips as he slowly leans in, giving a nod to the right with his head, “Go get those pretty little outfits, because we’re about to be making you bank, baby.”

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[paimonial-rage]

spark - xiao

[random writing event] | requested by anonymous

“Do you want to try it?” You asked with a smile. “A day like this is a cause for celebration, don’t you think?”

He kept quiet as his gaze trailed to the thin stick within your hand. Though he never used one before, they weren’t unfamiliar to him. In times past, the more studious of the adepti found interest in those Inazuman delights. The lights would often draw his eyes from across a crowd, but he never bothered to investigate up close. While bright and beautiful, they died quickly as transient things often did.

“I’m alright. There’s no need to waste such human trivialities on me.”

As usual, his refusal didn’t color your expression with hurt. Instead, you shrugged and turned your attention back to the Mingxiao Lanterns floating in the sky.

“It wouldn’t be a waste to me. Not for you.”

He held back his urge to sigh. There you went again saying such things. Though you were assigned to his care, you didn’t need to visit him so often. You didn’t need to shower him with gifts. You didn’t need to stay by his side. He knew he wasn’t easy to be around. He knew he often made people feel nervous. But you didn’t mind. You weren’t scared away.

In the back of his mind, he wondered why Rex Lapis gave you to him. Xiao had been a loyal servant for years. Never once had he failed his duty. So he didn’t understand. What was he supposed to do with you? What was the purpose of keeping you by his side?

He broke away from his thoughts when a soft humming filled the air. Turning his attention to you, there you stood by the torchlight with that stick from earlier in hand. After lighting the tip, you held your arm out as the stick began to erupt in a burst of lights and stars. You laughed, waving it around, enjoying the streaks it made across the evening sky.

The sight was captivating.

But just as quickly as it began, it soon came to an end. With a sigh, you placed the sparkler to the side. Almost as if reading his mind, you turned to him with a bashful smile.

“They don’t last long, but they are beautiful, aren’t they? It may be a bit frivolous, but what’s the point in being alive if we don’t allow ourselves to enjoy it?”

Perhaps it was due to it being Lantern Rite that he suddenly found himself caught in a bout of honesty.

“I’m… not sure I understand.”

It was the most truthful answer he could give. And how shocking it was you did not judge him for it. Instead, you walked over to the box of sparklers and picked out a stick. With a smile, you then held it out to him.

“Why not try?”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #my writing #writing event #request #anon #thank you for the request! #and also thank you for the really kind message too <3 #i have a lot to say abt this fic #there’s multiple themes i unintentionally included in here and not all of them are properly addressed #bc of that the ending doesn’t give off a very fulfilling feel #it probably doesn’t help this is based upon an idea i’ve had for a long time #this takes place in the same verse as xiao’s snippet in the tipsy tales post i made a while back #if you’re interested maybe i’ll try to write it out fully one day

[thejujvtsupost]

Yooooo!!!!!!! I read that you wanted requests I hope i m not late with mine🥹

Can you write a piece where geto is really irritated and annoyed so he goes to the nearest book store to actually relax and find some quiet time. He isn't interested in reading that much so he is just smoking there but he actually finds a book's cover interesting hence he grabs it but it turns out it's grabbed by the reader who's also not having a good day. They both start arguing over who grabbed it first and words are said. But they come on a common ground that reader will take the book for herself but geto will come to her house to read it if he wants. Soon they start visiting each other for that book series and like there is love brewing🥹

Sorry for the cliche but can you write this like strangers to lovers?

Heaven Looks Like A Bookshop…

I definitely wanna come back to this and write it in length! May I offer a drabble/snippet while I stew on it?

Notes: F!reader, reader is in college -> Geto is college aged, sweet, hurt/comfort with extra comfort, strangers to lovers, snippet but potential for more! <3

Geto’s temper wasn’t the greatest but he was perfectly capable of not losing himself- usually. But god, there was so much pressure on him and so many people breathing down his neck. He couldn’t relax. It’s been days since he had a chance to truly breathe.

The bookshop is small, it smells like comfort and it’s a bubble away from reality he refuses to pop. He likes to come here and sit between the shelves with a book. The act of stepping away from his life for a break was one he felt guilty for at first, but there were so many books to distract him from that anyway.

Geto knew he wasn’t the only one who considered the bookshop a reprieve. In the cushiony armchair he claimed as his was the scent of perfume. There were a few books left beside it on the floor, and he didn’t understand why he thought it was cute of someone to be disorganized but he was better off not dissecting.

Over all the few customers that came and went never bothered him. The owner of the shop liked his hidden company (and the not so secret tips he’d leave to show his appreciation). No one acknowledged him more than a head tilt or a half smile, no one said anything when he went from reading every day to passing out in the armchair -book open on his lap- after being lulled to sleep by the perfume he looked forward to surrounding himself in.

He tried to read, he did, but it was so soothing to be engulfed by the fragrance and it was almost impossible for him to relax outside of the damn bookshop and- god he didn’t even know you existed until he complimented the new air freshener. The book keeper had kindly informed him that the “air freshener” came from a college student from the nearby school. She liked to sit in the chair he claimed and either study or let the world drift away while enjoying their mutual haven.

Man, he’d really love to meet you, put a face to the person that unknowingly brought him ease when others hadn’t been able to. So, for now, he’ll bide his time and bask in the warmth of his haven until the universe lines itself up with the two of you in mind.

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

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[marilynthornhillobsessed]

You Are All Mine

Another snippet of the request. Word Count: 1.4k It gets a little heated at the end. 👀

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It was getting late and you hurried to get dressed. The party was starting soon and before recently you had your nose still buried deep in one of the projects for Monday.

Sighing you looked yourself over, you wore a yellow hoodie with a denim jacket, loose black pants and your favorite pair of shoes. Feeling a bit self-conscious you bit your lip but there was no time left to change outfits now.

Grabbing your phone and keys you left your dorm room, rushing down the corridors, trying not to look too suspicious in doing so.

It was dark but there were still some students bustling around in the hallways, chatting and a few couples trying to 'secretly' make out without anyone noticing.

You blushed, thinking of Marilyn, you wished you could spend more time with her but you both had to be careful as to not raise any suspicion.

Mentally shaking yourself you continued, you had to pick up pace, you already were late and getting distracted like that would lead to some very specific thoughts. Thoughts you couldn't handle right now. So you pushed on.

As you left the majority of students behind, you started a light jog - of course making sure no teacher saw you - just to cover more ground. Getting outside you took in a deep breath, the night air was crisp and you could smell the petrichor and the musty, earthy smell of the pond that is set in the center of the quad.

Nearly through the grassy area, you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. Not stopping, you looked around but didn't see anyone. Strange, you thought, maybe it was just nerves? Maybe another student? Maybe a killer??? You questioned how smart the decision was to go out to a party in the woods and get drunk…

And you started overthinking, great. Balling your hands into fists you tried to force yourself to think of other stuff, like the rest of the way you still had left. The party was located at a shack, close to Nevermore grounds, so you had to leave Ophelia hall, pass the quad, walk through that shady alley that lead to one of the more discreet exits, trek through the yard and into the forest.

Easy, right? The thought didn't calm you at all but you couldn't refuse your friends… You loved them to bits and you trusted them not to put you into dangerous situations. They wouldn't… right?  

Nearing the alleyway the feeling of dread and being followed got stronger. So you kept your guard up. In hindsight it would have been smarter to go with Yoko when she asked you to, but you didn't. Powering through that shady alley you made it to the exit.

With a semi quiet creak the door opened, you sighed, finally having managed to get out of the academy walls, and without anyone noticing. Good, very good.

"What are you doing?" You jump at the noise, heart racing you spun around in the direction of the noise. Not being prepared to run into anyone. "Aren't you supposed to be working on your project?" Marilyn asks confused, finding it quite suspicious that you are sneaking around the back of the academy at this hour. If you were in her shoes you would, admittedly, also be suspicious of yourself.

"Ms Thornhill," you dragged her name out. "I could ask you the same question." You respond, trying to stall while looking around quickly to make sure no one was there to see you. Feeling reassured not seeing or hearing anyone you let your guard down, attention returning to the older woman. "Marilyn." You breathed out with a soft, fond smile, she looked so cute with the big plant in her arms. Marilyn frowned but responded in kind and smiled warmly back at you, but that smile didn't last long, rather instantly, it was replaced by a stern look as she eyes you up and down in the low moon light.

Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she asks, "Where are you going? And why are you all dressed up like that?" Marilyn's brows furrow, "and don't you dare lie to me, young lady." She warned. You started squirming under her meticulous attention. The fact that you were a terrible liar would not help in this situation and you didn't want to lie to her in the first place. It still makes the moment uncomfortable, you know she would get mad at you when you told her but you really wanted to spend some time with your friends and not have her get jealous over it.

Deflating you said "Okay," slouching your shoulders in defeat. "I'm going to a small party. Please don't be mad." Your eyebrows pulled together in nervous anticipation.

Marilyn paused for a moment, trying to reign in her displeasure, she looked at you. "There are rules for a reason you know. Lucky for you I caught you and not Principal Weems." Pushing past you she asked, "Can you help me with this real quick, sweetheart? It's getting heavy." The redhead looked at you expectantly, her expression hard to read but you suspected she was trying very hard to control her jealousy.

Looking suspiciously at her you took a timid step closer. "You are not going to stop me?" Marilyn didn't answer, just held her arms out with the pot in her hands for you to take. Grabbing the big pot you waited for her instructions.

"Don't worry, you don't have to carry it far, I just need to get it into one of the storage closets so I can bring it to Principal Weems tomorrow morning. You know I can't leave things around here without people messing with them." She sighs, you could see her ten yard stare when she remembered a few too many incidences when her plants had been messed with.

Leading the way Marilyn showed you to a medium sized closet, it was filled with crates and the air smelt stale and dusty. Wrinkling your nose you entered the storage room waiting for Marilyn to follow suit. She did but turned around closing and locking the door behind herself before facing you again. Looking at her strangely you chose to ignore her action. "Where do I put the plant?"

"Right there will do, thank you." Marilyn pointed at a lower standing box. You did as you were told and placed the pot gently on the wooden surface. It was heavier than it looked, you were impressed Marilyn even managed to get it this far on her own. Biting your lip you couldn't help but think of your lovers strong arms. When you turned around Marilyn was situated right behind you, staring you down before grabbing a hold of your hoodie and steering you against the nearest wall. With a soft oomph you were pressed against it.

"What are you doing?" You asked, flushing brightly at the situation. Marilyn didn't respond, she just grabbed the underside of your jaw bending your head to the side and started attacking your neck. Your knees nearly gave way under her attention, she knew exactly where your sweet spot was and she mercilessly abused that knowledge.

She was definitely jealous, Marilyn did not have a good time sharing you with your friends. The redhead loved spending time with you and you did too but you had a pretty active social life you had to keep up with. And you had to pick up on your studies because exams were starting soon which gave you even less time to spend with either of them.

Unable to keep your moans concealed you started gasping, it was getting too much. Squirming you snaked your arms around Marilyn's body threading your right hand through her hair and desperately holding on to her with your left. You loved the feeling of her taut body against yours.

The first time you saw her naked you couldn't believe how in shape she was. Her baggy clothes really did a good job concealing her true form which made you feel even more special knowing exactly how she looked underneath all of them.

Taking a deep breath you could smell her shampoo, it smelt divine as the strong scent filled your lungs. Pulling away from your neck Marilyn released your jaw and cupped your left cheek taking your lips captive with hers, distracting you enough for you to not notice her left hand sneaking under your shirt.

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[abiiors]

Hello hello ✨

Okay could you write something about George? Oooo maybe him guiding you through having sex for the first time ? Like you’ve done other stuff but you’ve just never gone all the way and you want to just get it over with , but he’s so good you keep coming back for more ? Maybe y’all are friends and he kinda teases you about it until your fed up and you say something like “fine then why don’t you help me out if you think it’s so funny”

working on this now so have a lil ✨crumb✨

you might even catch a reference to another fic 🤭

“so you do it then,” you challenge. 

your back is pressed against the wall of your room. faint music and chatter slips in through the cracks of the door and yet you swear you can hear the loud beat of your heat echoing all around the room. george stills in place. 

“help me out if you think it’s so funny,” you continue. no point backing out now, no point pretending you didn’t offer to let him fuck you. for the first time. “it’s long overdue anyway. i don’t want candles and flowers and a picnic under the stars. i just want to get it over with.”

“don’t say things you don’t mean, little healy.” his voice has gone hoarse as if it strains him to speak normally. you watch as he swallows roughly, the hollow of his throat becomes prominent for a brief moment and you wonder what it would feel like to get a taste of his skin. 

“who says i didn’t mean it,” you push yourself off the wall, taking one daring step closer. george stays where he is, still looking at you intently, still watching. his lips part as he tries to subtly take in a shaky breath. 

“your brother—”

“doesn’t care,” you finish for him. “someone else has his attention tonight.”

“this is so wrong…”

“why?” 

george scrutinises you, rolling his tongue in his mouth. you follow the line of it, wondering how it would feel in your mouth—its weight and its texture. how it would feel on your body, to be touched like that for the first time. 

“why is it wrong, george? i am old enough. i want this, i am consenting to it.” george stands straighter as you stop right in front of him. 

to an untrained eye, he looks casual and cool as always, effortlessly carrying all 6’4 inches of him, effortlessly beautiful and irresistible. but the vein standing taut on his arm says otherwise. he’s anything but cool and casual. if anything, he’s as charged as a live wire. 

“unless you don’t… unless that’s not something…”

“stop.”

it’s your turn to freeze and gawk up at him wordlessly. george closes the gap between you, stepping towards you until you’re back in your original place; against the wall with his hand resting next to your head. his mouth is so close as he leans down—pink and full and just…filthy. 

“you have no idea… you don’t–fuck. okay.” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. his face is a mask of something. almost something you recognise. but it passes just as quickly as it appears. 

“you have never done this before, any of it, have you? you couldn’t even look people in the eye while saying it, bushing and flustered like a fucking fawn.”

“i have!” you burst out, indignant and angry now. “i have done…things. i have kissed and made out with people, i have…people have seen me without a top on.”

george laughs roughly at that and swallows again. the hollow of his throat appears again, right there, tauntingly close. all you have to do is get on your tip toes and you’ll be kissing it. but then there’s the way his other arm snakes around your waist. 

you are pressed flush against the wall with barely an inch between the two of you. and even though he still hasn’t touched you, if anyone walked in on you in this position…

“so you haven’t done shit. tell me something…have you ever been touched like you touch yourself? have you ever had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced? someone ever go down on you? make you see stars and blackout?”

the questions come out like rapid fire; each one making your blood run faster and your heart pound all over your body. heat courses through you. it’s undeniable that you want him to do all those things to you, want him to be the first. by the time he’s finished, he's breathing hard. his pupils are so dilated that his eyes might as well be black and you can feel the warmth of his breaths on your face. so you decide to take matters into your own hands, say fuck it and pull him down, crashing your mouth onto his.

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[holylulusworld]

Unrequited - Snippet - 4 years later

Summary: Unrequited love is in the past.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, daddy!Dean, a little angst

A/N: Takes place four years after the epilogue.

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“No, this can’t be,” you glance at the scene unfolding in front of you. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” You huff. “I’ll kill her.”

You put your hands on your hips, ready to rip someone apart. A woman stole the man you love once. You won’t let it happen again.

“I’ll not let her get away with this. No way! I will show you what it means to mess with Y/N Winchester!” you are ready to commit murder. “That is enough. She’s going to never put her hands on him again.”

You feel two strong arms wrap around your waistline. “Sweetheart, relax. Bobby has a playdate. She’s a cute lil girl and not a succubus. I know it’s hard watching your baby boy become a man.”

“He’s four years old, Dean! My baby is not a man,” you sniffle. “She puts her hand on his shoulder!” you are not thinking straight. Watching the six-year-old giggle at something your son said reminds you of all the girls swooning all over your husband. “I bet she has something evil in mind.”

“Baby, that’s…” Dean snickers. “Aw, you should’ve been so angry and aggressive when it came to me back then.”

You look over your shoulder to give Dean the stinky eye. He can’t understand how it feels to a mother watching her son grow so fast. “But…but he’s my baby, and she’s older than him.”

Dean smirks. “He’s a heartbreaker, just like his daddy. Believe me. Bobby will wait for the right girl to come around. I did the same.”

“You didn’t wait for the right one—” You bite your tongue. Sometimes the past catches up and you feel the stinging pain of rejection raise its ugly head.

“We will raise him better, though. I took a little too long to become a better man,” Dean’s features soften. “You made me a better man, sweetheart.”

“I only had to almost die and get saved by the king of hell, his mother, and an angel.”

“It wasn’t…” Dean sighs. “You still didn’t forgive me? After all these years? I thought we are past this.”

“We are,” you turn back around to watch your son happily play with the girl. “But this doesn’t mean there aren’t still times in which I feel insecure and a little hurt.”

“Then I will spend the rest of my life making things up to you.”

“Hmmm…” you hum and nod. “You can start with getting used to changing diapers and getting up late at night again.”

Dean keeps on watching his son. He nods, hums, and smiles to himself as Bobby shows his little friend the new plushie you bought for him.

The minutes tick by. You wait and wait until Dean gasps audibly.

“Wait! What? Really? I mean…are you sure, sweetheart?”

“We will have another little Winchester run around this place in seven months.”

“FUCK!” Dean pounces on you. He wraps his arms around you. “Baby girl. I’m so happy. I…fuck. I’m a little older now, but I can still change a diaper. It’s burned in my memory.”

“I hope so.”

“SAMMY! SAM! MICHELLE! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY!” Dean yells loud enough to make your son flinch.

“I know,” Sam yells back. “You ruined my best friend and put another little bean into her belly. A shame she didn’t leave you yet.”

“Shut up bitch!”

“JERK!”

“DEAN! Not in front of Bobby,” you grab Dean’s ear and tug harshly. “I dare you to use bad language in front of the kids.”

He just grins. “I’m going to be a daddy again. Maybe we will have a little girl this time.”

“Maybe,” you peck his lips. “Now back to diaper changing training…”

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[hopefuloverfury]

may i request something with Elliott? something fluffy, perhaps? I've had a bit of a bad week and need a pick me up, and your hc list for how the bachelors fell in love was so sweet :') I just had his post-marriage heart event and can't stop thinking about it, so maybe something like that? maybe the moment when he comes home?

I’m sorry you had a bad week, anon. I hope this helps cheer you up a bit, even if it’s a little late. And I hope this week is better! I still haven’t married any of the candidates in my (singular) save file because I love all of them and can’t choose. Ugh. Anyway! Elliott is husband material and I love him.

898 words. Kinda short :( GN!Farmer, pure fluff. A planet made out of squishmallows. A field full of grazing sheep. Pillow stuffing fluttering around you after a pillow fight gets too crazy. So. Much. Fluff. Not beta'd or proofread, sorry about that. I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

Elliott closes the front door behind him, nodding in satisfaction when the lock clicks into place quietly. The house is silent, and Elliott carefully toes off his stuffy dress shoes and abandons his suitcase by the door. He’ll unpack in a bit, but right now he has more pressing matters to attend to.

Slipping on his house shoes, he climbs up to the second floor of the farmhouse. Miso meows from the top of the stairs, greeting him with an eager flick of the tail. Elliott smiles fondly at the gray tabby and scratches under his chin for a moment, before straightening up and making his way to the bedroom. 

Impatience nips at his heels as he pushes the door open, and his breath leaves him all at once at the sight before him.

Yellow morning sunlight streams through the windows, bouncing off the white flannel sheets, and the whole room glows, edges blurred like an old polaroid. At the center of the world is the Farmer, curled up in the middle of the bed with their arms held tight around a pillow. 

His throat closes.

His pillow.

He presses the back of his hand, still chilled from the frigid morning air, to his burning face. The things they do to him, truly.

Collecting the scattered pieces of himself from the floor, Elliott shuffles across the room and kneels beside their bed. Affection ripples in his chest like the surface of a pond disturbed by a fallen leaf as he watches them sleep for a few moments, but then it gets to be too much and he’s moving.

He presses a kiss to the top of their head, and squeezes their shoulder in tandem. They grumble in their sleep, and he smiles into their hair. He leans away as they shift a bit, groggily untucking their face from where they’d smushed it into his pillow, and their eyes flutter open.

“Good morning, gorgeous. I’m back,” Elliott whispers, brushing the pad of his thumb over their cheek as they look up at him. They blink a few times, the sun glaring in their eyes, and he smiles softly, endeared by their initial sleepy confusion. 

He clocks the exact moment the realization dawns on them, and suddenly his arms are very, very full.

He chuckles, hugging them tightly as they bury their face into his neck.

“Elliott,” they whisper, tangling their fingers into his hair, and he sighs happily. Their weight against his chest is a welcome pressure. 

“My love.” He rubs his palms up and down their back, refamiliarising himself with the contours of their body. “Ah, I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Their arms tighten around his shoulders, and he presses a kiss to the side of their head. They pull away, eyes sparkling in the sun. They’re still soft with sleep, a little less alert than usual, and he tightens his grip on their waist. “How was your tour?”

He hums, running the tip of his finger over a loose stitch on the hem of their shirt. “Nothing I didn't already say in my letters. But one drop of the big city and I’m quenched. I much prefer being back here with you.”

He pecks their forehead.

“I really did miss you,” they whisper, cupping his jaw with a calloused palm when he’s settled back. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Elliott shakes his head with a smile. “You know well enough it was the same for me.”

“I do, but—”

The shrill call of the rooster echoes outside, cutting the Farmer off sharply. They frown, a displeased wrinkle appearing between their eyebrows.

Elliott smiles and smooths out the lines on their forehead with gentle fingers. “Don’t be so disappointed, my love. I’m home, but we’ve both got chores to catch up on, hm?”

He makes to pull away, but their arms keep him firmly locked in place. 

“Stay?” They brush a loose strand of hair behind his ear, and tingles shoot down his spine. He nearly shivers. “I already took care of everything.” 

“Of course you did.” He chuckles, petting their side. “But Darling, I must insist. I have to at least feed Miso.”

“All of his bowls are full. I filled them last night, and we can go to the saloon for a late breakfast if you come back to bed with me. When did you get up this morning? Wasn’t your train at four?” Their lips pillow out in a pout, tempting him. Elliott swallows hard. “Please? I almost forgot what sleeping next to you feels like.”

“Well now you’re just playing dirty,” Elliott mutters, reaching to pinch their hips softly. They jerk against him, and the tip of their nose brushes his own. 

“Is it working?” They ask, grinning.

God help him, he is a weak, weak man.

“You know it is, just—let me change.” The farmer hums, smiling like the cat that got the cream as they bring their hands down to grip at the lapels of his suit jacket. He stares at their lips.

“Hurry up then. I wanna cuddle.”

"Yeah." He nods stiffly. “Anything you want.”

#stardew valley #sdv #elliott #asks #requests #anon #fluffy as all hell good lord #so sweet it's making my teeth ache #it is a bit shorter than I hoped but #I think it's alright #also i used snippets of his dialogue from the actual heart event #but i did try to modify it a little because sometimes the dialogue is awkward #blurbs #gender neutral reader

[stvrchaser]

i feel like i only come here to tell you guys about my new hyperfixations and the 3564937 wips that i’m never gonna finish… anyway, who’s got some rise of the pink ladies fic recs and how long before i inevitably start writing for cynthia, richie, and olivia because i have never been normal about media consumption??

#i have a few ideas but i’m open to requests?? #my ideas are really just snippets of dialogue hence the need for requests #you guys are so lucky you don’t have to hear me talk about this show irl for the next month #im insufferable fr #rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #cynthia zdunowski #richie valdovinos #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski x reader #richie valdovinos x reader #olivia valdovinos x reader

[penvisions]

Hi dear 😌😍☺️

I can't believe Garnish is almost over!

It's one of my favourite fics in the whole fandom!

Could we get another sneak peek?

💖

Thank you for your time!

hi hi, sorry for the last reply! yesterday was pretty hectic. but thank you so much for your unbelievably kind words! it's so nice to hear that you think so much of what started out as a silly little idea while at work, truly. ask for a snippet and receive a snippet ♡

'Your boxes were in the living room, bathed in easy early morning light when you turned the handle of the front door. Joel was a still figure on the couch, head hanging between his legs and cradled in his hands. Hair mused and frizzy from the endless brushing of his fingers through the thick locks.

He must’ve dosed off, you thought, as you quietly closed the door behind you. But when you turned back around, he was standing next to the boxes with a haggard look about him. Clothes disheveled and showing the wrinkles of his endless pacing and fidgeting throughout the night. You jumped, not having heard him move up from his spot and closer to you.

“Figured we could unpack today…if that’s somethin’ you would want.” His words were clear, but you could sense the hesitancy behind them, the uncertainty of where you were at and what you wanted obvious in his every muscle.'

#dev talks #fic: garnish #answered asks #snippet request #joel miller #chef! joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #tlou #tlou au

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

There is no ask for this, only thirst 😌 Requested by someone on Discord.

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“My lady? You wished to see us?”

The Countess’ cold glare cut into the both of you from across the room, and slight snarl coating her teeth.

“I did.”

“Ah… have we done something wrong?” 

Alcina scoffed, putting out her cigarette. “Do not act stupid, dear. It’s not very becoming on you.” 

The two of you looked at each other, a hard swallow in the back of your throats. While you had only been one of the Lady’s companions for a little while now, you could only guess that she had finally heard the rumors.

“Do you think I have not notice how the two of you look at each other? Hm?” 

“My lady, I-!”

Within seconds her tall frame was looming over you, encasing you deliciously and pressing you both into the hard wood of her office door. 

“Silence, little pet.” She said through gritted teeth. ”I have not yet given you permission to speak.” 

You swallowed back a mix of fear and arousal, nodding as you glanced over at the other maid who was just as shaken.

“Mh.” She pulled back slightly, leaving you both just enough room to breathe - the eyes of a predator looking you over. “It would do the two of you well to remember that I see and hear everything that happens in this castle. Nothing gets past me. Is that understood?” 

You nodded again, already feeling a hint of desire trickling down the slit of you.

“Good.” She replied, rising to her full height. “Now.. while I do not mind my pets enjoying the company others, I am more than accustomed to at least being told about it.” 

“But, my lady, we haven’t-!” 

The Countess cut the other maid’s words short with a single glare, making her squeak. 

“No.. but you’ve both thought about it. Perhaps even kissed a little, hm?” 

The two of you reluctantly nodded.

“Just as I assumed.” The Lady pulled back completely, walking over to her desk before taking a seat on the edge of it. A fresh cigarette in her hand. “Strip, then. The both of you.” 

The other maid looked at you and you only shrugged. Who were you to deny the Countess of anything she asked of you? She was your employer, your Mistress, the woman in which you would do anything for. The cool air of the castle immediately making the arousal between your legs prevalent as the simple fabric of your uniform fell to the floor. The both of you standing before her completely nude, completely exposed. 

“Mh.. very good. Now, join each other on the couch. If this is going to happen, it’s going to happen under my control.” 

‘Yes, Mistress.” You replied without even thinking, pulling a prompt smirk to her lips. 

“Such an obedient response, pet.” 

You could only curse under your breath, knowing she was well aware of just how badly you wanted to brat out, to disobey. But the dangerous glint to her eyes and the throbbing ache between your legs made you think better of it. You led the other maid over to the couch before leaning yourself back onto it, watching the Lady’s reaction. 

“Spread your legs, pet.” 

An unbridled heat already making it’s home within your skin as you did, the other maid's eyes raking over you hungrily. 

“Well.. don’t just stare at it, little slut. Eat it.” 

It was your soon to be lover’s turn to curse under her breath this time, dropping to her knees before giving you a look. Her warm breath on your inner thighs and her nails digging into your flesh. 

“And don’t bother being gentle with her. She likes it rough. Such a needy whore, she is.” 

You whimpered at the way she degraded you, always knowing exactly what to say to rile you up, to make you all the more desperate to be touched. Your hand coming to the back of the other woman’s head in absolute need. 

“Just look at how wet she is.” 

You squirmed for just a moment before an ungodly moan slipped from your lips, the warmth of your lover’s tongue trailing up your entrance. Her long fingers immediately driving in as she sucked over your clit. 

“Mh.. just like that, pets.” 

The more intense the Lady’s gaze became, the more turned on you were. Watching as your body writhed and your hips bucked. Grinding your core into the maid’s face and down onto her fingers. Each thrust rougher than the last, building that all too familiar prickling heat higher and higher until you were screaming out both of their names. Until the Countess herself was standing in front of you with her own fingers slipping inside herself.

Part of you wanted her to join, to take you both with no regard. But the view of her fucking herself at the sight of you being wrecked by another, at a mouth that wasn’t hers claiming you over and over again until you could barely breathe. There was truly nothing hotter than knowing just how badly this was turning her on, at how much she was enjoying it. And just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take another orgasm, the Lady made her move. A large toy hanging from her waist and a smirk upon her lips. 

“Oh, pet. I hope you didn’t think I was done. With either of you.” 

#theo writes #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x readers #a request from someone on discord #thought id share 😌 #i hope you enjoy it #re8 snippets

[quickspinner]

Indelible for the WIP Wednesday

Indelible for the WIP Wednesday

Indelible for the WIP Wednesday

*I have a problem called Lukanette UST were S can stand for smoochies too, I don't really mind with those two, I can literally read about them making a puzzle and still be super captured by the event BUT THE UNRESOLVED ROMANCE DRAMA KILLS ME*

♡

😂😂😂 All right here's a little sneak peek several chapters ahead just for you. Under the cut since it's kinda spoilery (but we all know they're getting together anyway and I don't think there's enough context here to spoil how).

However since it is so far ahead this specific bit might not make the final cut, a lot could change between now and then. Just depends if it still fits when I get there.

“All I want is for it to be real,” he said, stroking his fingers along the line of her jaw. Her eyes were distractingly dark and dilated, and a jolt went through him when she bit her lip. 

“Do you believe it is?” she asked him softly, fingers wrapping gently around his wrist. 

Luka couldn’t meet her gaze. “I believe we both want it to be.” 

“Is that enough?” Marinette asked doubtfully. 

Luka wanted to say yes but the word stuck in his throat. He leaned in and kissed her again, coaxing her to kiss him back. “It’s a start,” he managed to say, as she resumed kissing his face, pressing her lips along his jaw. 

“What can I do to prove it?” Marinette asked him, and the huskiness in her voice made him shudder again. 

“Stay,” he said hoarsely, as her lips found the hollow of his throat and her hands slipped under his shirt.

#wip wednesday #reader request snippet #lukanette #indelible #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculousladybug #pro lukamari

[samandcolbyownme]

Colby brock hate sex makeup sex smut after argument?🎀🎀🎀

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, dominant!Colby, rough actions, choking, rough unprotected sex, pet names cute and dirty, creampie, biting, hair pulling, breeding kink? Pregnancy talk? filth

I’ve gotten a TON of this request, so if you sent in the anon about feeling like I’ve been ignoring you, I’m sorry!! I hope this makes up for it. Ily 🖤

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Arguing. That’s what you’ve been doing with your boyfriend, or ex? You aren’t sure at this point, for the last three hours.

Screaming and bitching back and forth between one another. Claims being made that aren’t true. Anger driving both of your minds without any clarity whatsoever.

“Can I just fu-“

“See! See.” Colby motions to you, cutting you off, “I can’t even fuck spe-“ You groan and he groans louder as you as you yell over him, “You should know by now that Jake doesn’t know shit when he’s shit fucking faced.”

Colby stands there, anger painting his face as he stays silent. You lift your arms and let them fall, slapping against your thighs as you sigh, “To add, two other girls had the same dress as me, so it could have been an-y-bo-dy.”

Colby stares at you for a few more seconds, “if you cut me off, one more fuckin’ time.” He blows air through his nose, “You’re not gonna like it, y/n.”

Government name. Someone’s is trouble.

You were tempted. Majorly tempted, but Colby was pretty pissed. You weren’t sure why at you, because you were literally with Tara the whole night. Not one person touched you in anyway Colby does.

You stare back at him, pretending to zip your lips and toss the key behind you. You motion for him to take the floor and you cross your arms.

“I ju-“ Colby shakes his head, spinning around to turn away from you as he laughs, “Jesus Christ.” He drops his hands to his sides, turning back towards you, “You drive me in-fucking-sane.”

He steps towards you, “I know.. I know, you’re telling me the truth, I just..” You innocently bite your lip, nodding your head as you look up at him. He looks down at you and licks his lips, “Just the thought of another man touching you..” he pauses, reaching out to brush your cheek with his thumb, “Literally drives me to the brink of insanity.”

You purse your lips, waiting for your turn to speak but he smirks, nodding his head, “I know what I’m gonna do.” You tilt your head and Colby nods, “Go to the bedroom and get undressed for me, sweetheart.”

Colby pats your ass as he walks by you, giving you a smirk as he walks up the steps and into the bathroom. You follow in his direction, but make your way into the bedroom, doing as he said.

You take a deep breath before taking off your t-shirt and sweats, dropping them into a pile at the end of the bed. You slowly crawl up, turning to sit down in the middle at the top.

A few minutes later, Colby comes in and there’s a towel around his waist. You can see that his cock is growing harder the longer he looks at you, so you give him a smirk.

“Good girl.” He smirks, watching your face drop as soon as the words slip off his tongue, “That’s what I thought.” He mumbles as he closes the door and walks over to you, stopping at the end of the bed, “Lay down.”

He watches as you move to lay down, eyes staying on him until he pulls his towel off, letting it lay with your clothes. Your eyes watch as he crawls up towards you, moving all the way up to pin your hands down by your head, “If you so much as say one word, I’m stopping.” He tilts his head, “and I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip as his eyes stay on yours, “Since I’m so pissed right now, is it okay if I use that pussy of yours?” You nod and he smirks, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You soak up the gentleness of his kiss now, because you know it’s straight roughness from here on out.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after, I’m just so pissed at anyone that isn’t you right now.” He taps your hip, “Roll over for me.” You roll over onto your stomach and hold yourself up on your elbows.

When you’re least expecting it, a sharp sting is smacked onto your right ass cheek, causing you to yelp. You look back at Colby and he bites his lower lip, massaging the print of his hand on your skin.

He lifts his hand and you watch, whimpering out as his other hand comes down to deliver the same mark onto your opposite cheek. “Fuck.” Colby groans, making your ass jiggle with his hands, “I can’t blame anyone for wanting to touch you.”

Colby moves and is now straddling your thighs, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He drags his hand up your back and your brace yourself for him to rip at your hair, but he doesn’t, instead he lifts your hips a little and you can feel spit sliding down to be collected by the head of his cock.

“Pussy is fucking..” he groans as he slides in, gripping your hips as he pulls you all the way onto him, “Sluttiest fucking pussy for me.” You let out a moan, heavily fighting back the urge to moan out his name. Colby pulls out, but not all the way, and digs his fingertips deeper as he rails back in.

He slides a hand up, fingers tangling around as much hair he can get. He gives your upper body a yank, lifting you up onto the flat of your hands with a whimper, his cock still railing into you from behind. Colby leans down, planting kissing up your shoulder until he reaches your ear, “Who are you?”

He pushes his cock all the way into you, holding it there as he breathes against your neck. He lifts his head, tone whimperish, “Who. Are. You?” He starts to thrust and you grip the sheets, crying out, “Yours, baby! Fuck, I-I’m yours!”

“That’s right.” Colby turns your head, planting sloppy kissing to what he can reach of your lips, “I don’t want anyone else feeling this pussy.” He groans out, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You whimper out squeezing his cock and he groans, “My little slut gonna cum for me, huh? I can feel that pussy squeezing me.” You nod as much as you can with his grip still on your hair, “Y-yes. P-pl-please.”

Colby’s thrust remain strong, hard and rough. He moans, “Have you been a good girl? A good little whore for me?” The whine you let out gets cut short by his hand sliding around your neck, squeezing, “Ye-s. I’ve been a good little whore.” Colby tilts your head back, “Do you deserve it?” You moan loudly as you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge, “Fuck.” You cry out, “I deserve your cock, baby, please please please.”

Colby sits up, pulling out to roll you onto your back, quickly resuming the thrusts he left off with. Your back arches and your eyes roll back as the pleasures starts to mix with a growing ache, “F-Fuck, Colby!” You squeeze his cock and your legs wrap tightly around his waist.

His hands have your wrist pinned down by your head, but if you had your hands on him, you know you’d be leaving red lines up and down his back, “F-Fuck.” Colby continues his pace, quickly causing a feeling of overstimulation to slowly flood in.

His thrust weren’t caring, the grip on your wrist and what he had on your hips weren’t either. You just hope they don’t bruise, but at the same time, you kind of wanted them.

Colby’s thrusts quickly grow sloppy and he leans down, lips connecting to your lips, “Can I cum in this pussy? Mark it as mine, sweetheart?” Half dazed, you nod and gasp as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You moan out quietly as Colby leans down, “Maybe this’ll put a baby in you so people know that you’re mine.”

You close your eyes as you feel Colby’s cock slip out of you and your legs fall to the right when he moves from in between them.

You lay there for a few minutes, eyes closed until you feel the bed dip down beside you. You turn your head, slowly opening your eyes, “Are you still mad?” Colby presses his lips to yours and hums, “No. I know you wouldn’t ever do anything. You were right, I let my anger get the best of me. I’m sorry.”

You reach up, laying a hand on his cheek, “I think we both lost our cool for like three hours.” He sighs, smiling, “Are you okay? You good?” He looks over your body and back to your face. You take a deep breathe, “I think I want to go for a bath, and when we get back..” you smile up at him, poking his cheek, “You’re going to do what you promised me you were going to do.”

He turns his head to kiss the palm of your head, “Deal.”

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[muses-of-the-mind]

You asked for asks and I have answered!

Your turn to answer now (but no pressure, dw if you don't want to or can't :))

So, idea by my friendo @eahravinqueen:

Villain doesn’t realize their feelings for Hero and is convinced that Hero’s got some mind powers or some magic spell that makes it hard for people to think ish.

Fluffy and sfw please! Awesome if it's funny too!

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Ahhhhhhh, the way my heart started thumping when I saw this. It may not be exactly what you asked for (or anywhere near it lol) but I hope you like it!

Bewitched

The pyjama clad criminal stood in front of the carved door, chest heaving from their mile run to the forest. Villain was going to ruin their future plans, they knew that, but they had to ensure that the events that occurred recently would never repeat again.

It had been a normal day, some kidnapping here, some threatening there and then voila it was nighttime already. They were lounging comfortably on their couch, flicking through the tv when a dagger had shown up in a horror show advertisement.

And curse them, their first thought was that Hero would like this.

They didn’t even know why Hero of all people had popped up into their mind but from then their mind had escalated and they couldn’t stop thinking about Hero’s perfect lips and how their hands felt from the brief touches and holy shit, they felt like they were on fire and—

Villain was getting carried away.

The point was that these intrusive thoughts had become too intrusive. They were interfering with their evil plans for god’s sake and Villain couldn’t let themselves get any more distracted.

Especially by Hero’s little smile

They cleared their throat, effectively dismissing the thought and lifted their fist to knock. Apparently the first three times hadn’t been enough.

“Looking for someone?”

Villain whipped around at the whisper near their neck. The fuming words on their tongue died down as soon as they looked over at Hero. They were wearing simple nightclothes but god they looked so beautiful.

No. Stop.

With great difficulty, they pried their eyes off Hero’s body and reached up to meet their face. The crime-stopper’s eyes were glistening with obvious amusement but Villain pretended they didn’t notice.

“You!” They pointed an accusing finger at Hero’s chest.

“Me.” Unfaded delight was evident in their voice.

”You sorcerer! You’ve done something to my brain and I demand you fix it right now.”

Hero seemed unfazed by them, as if having a random outburst was part of Villain’s daily routine. They continued twirling the rose in their hands that they got from god knows where, “I’m afraid I have no clue as to what you’re talking about.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“Mmm. No.” The smirk and the fake obliviousness. The smug little bastard knew exactly what Villain was referring to.

They took a deep breath, trying to rein in their anger but one look at Hero’s smirk and the words came spilling out.

“You know, the butterflies and the anxiety and the wanting to see you every minute. How I can think about nothing but you and what your favourite colour is and whether you’ve had dinner or not. I dont know if you plan to give me a heart attack with the racing heartbeat or something but you’ve poisoned my mind with your existence and I beg you,” They paused to take a breath, their next words coming out in a whisper. “Stop with the enchantment.”

As they recovered from their rant, Villain noticed that Hero was immobilised, the eyes that so often appeared in their dreams staring at them in shock.

“You…you said what.”

“You didn’t hear what I said?” Villain’s energy drained with the thought of having to monologue again but then Hero shook their head.

“I heard what you said. Loud and clear, but Villain,” Their grey eyes flicked to them, gleaming with earnestness,” I didn’t put a spell on you.”

And that’s when Villain realised they screwed up.

“You—no. No, you must have. You had to have or else.” They paused before their mind could come up with the horrible alternative.

Hero, apparently, didn’t mind acknowledging the elephant in the room. “Villain, have you ever considered the fact that maybe you have feelings for me that aren’t influenced by my powers?”

“No! Absolutely not, you dingbat. How could I? how could you? There’s no way. Nope, nada. There must be a glitch in the system or someth—“

Hero grabbed their chin, forcing them to stop their rambling. Villain caught note of their grin and barely managed to predict the words before Hero started talking.

“So,” they drawled, finger beginning to trace their jaw, “it seems like someone’s got a secret crush on me.”

They grinned and Villain could feel the burning in their cheeks, “I’ll show you what being under a spell is really like.”

#heroes and villains #hero x villain #villain x hero #my writing #writing snippet #snippet #supers #request filled #i dont know if this can really be described as fluff #depends on the reader’s emotions ig? #anyway i hope i did my first requester justice! #i know i post on monday and thursday but i got way too excited with this #and i picked such a perfect time for me to ask for requests: #right when i have ✨exams✨ #(note the sarcasm)

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

do you think you could write anything…. tom riddle inspired😏

Hi anon! I can certainly try! Thanks for requesting this, here you go! (P.S. sorry that this took so long to write and that it’s short!)

Y/N sat on one of the leather couches that adorned the Slytherin common room. She scribbled away with her quill, eager to get her transfiguration homework done as soon as possible. Y/N turned her head when she heard the sound of footsteps. She smiled when she recognized who it was.

“Hello, Tom,” Y/N said cheerfully.

Tom Riddle smiled back. He sat down next to Y/N and pulled out a roll of parchment.

“I was hoping you could help me with something, Y/N,” Tom said.

“Sure, what is it?”

Tom wrote his full name down on the parchment. Y/N leaned over to watch.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

“You know I intend to become a first-rate wizard someday,” Tom said, “but I feel as though this name doesn’t suit me anymore. I was hoping you might help me rearrange it into something better.”

“A word game, I like the sound of that!” Y/N grabbed the parchment and circled some letters, “let’s see what we can do.”

Hours passed as Y/N and Tom experimented with his name. The sound of quills scratching on parchment echoed throughout the common room as Y/N and Tom wrote down names and then crossed them off, never satisfied with their findings.

“What about ‘Lord Marvel’?” Y/N asked.

“It doesn’t have the right ring to it,” Tom said, “what about ‘Time Lord’?”

“But you don’t have a time-turner,” Y/N pointed out, “and unless you plan on becoming the world’s greatest time-traveler, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“I like ‘Lord’ though, let’s try working with that,” Tom said.

After a few more minutes, Y/N’s eyes lit up with an idea. She quickly scribbled something down and showed it to Tom.

“I am Lord Voldemort?” Tom asked.

“Yes,” Y/N said, “it has a nice sound, don’t you think?”

Tom’s lips stretched into a grin.

“it’s perfect, I think I’ll use it,” Tom said, “well done, Y/N.”

Tom grabbed his things and stood up. He waved to Y/N as he left. Y/N happily waved back and resumed her transfiguration homework. Little did she know she had just come up with the name of the darkest wizard the world had ever seen since Gellert Grindewald.

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[sr-sam-bodypillow]

hey. cursed question.

i'm debating writing sr x reader smut for the funny. so. which sr member do y'all wanna fuck the most?

#smut #pretty boy chapter 2 is FINALLy nearly done (sorry) but i wanted to write some shorter snippets to help break up my writing process #and this crossed my mind #if u wanna request x reader smut go for it. #ALSO if you've asked and i havent responded I HAVE SEEN IT! some of you (looks at the werewolf one) might be getting entire fics