#Open to drabble/blurb requests

[gigi-loveless]

first pool day of the summer and thinking about…

pervy!neighbor!ellie peeking through the cracks in your fence, just to get a glimpse of your sun kissed body. the way your tanning oil gleams against your radiant skin, bikini hugging your ethereally built curves. bubbly giggles popping in the breeze as you gossip with one of your friends. when she sees the seltzer can in your grip, how the condensation trickles down your delicate hands, the auburn girl can’t help but rub her sticky thighs together, selfishly wishing that was her slick instead.

requests are open!

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Request: can you please write something cute with Harry and like 7 year old daughter please!! + y/n?! Ty!!!

Warning!! Cuteness overload! A/N I have NO idea what I was writing about but I guess I hope this is okay!

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

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You had, had an overly busy day and finally you were able to head home. Today was Halloween and the kids were already out causing a nightmare. Sure Halloween was fun but still you didn’t like working during it. Here you were unlocking the front door, looking forward to see your husband and, daughter Florence. As soon as you had opened the door you were hit by a strong smell of… something. Your nose crinkled slightly in disgust before you shut the door quietly. As you made your way closer and closer to the living room the smell got more and more potent before eventually you had stopped outside of the door seeing Harry sat on the floor, talking sweetly to Florence, whom was jumping up and down with a nail varnish pot that had a piece of paper wrapped around it which said ‘pleasing’ clearly the little girl wanted to paint her daddy’s nails with his own brand of varnish but that stuff was expensive so he had to get around it somehow.

“Is someone learning to be a makeup artist?” You spoke up, Florence looking at you with a massive grin as she nodded Harry looking to you with a small smile “let’s show mummy yeah?” Florence nodded excitedly grabbing onto Harry’s wrist and lifting it up to show you the… art.. she had created on his hands. The paint was all over his fingers practically, going way past his nails, some of the nail varnish even covering his tattoos. You let out a small laugh “oh wow that’s beautiful.” You smiled looking at Harry who was still remaining a good sport. “Flo has used many different colours. Haven’t you sweetheart.. tell mummy.” He spoke, the little girl looking at you with excitement “yes! Daddy loves blue so I did blue!! Pink!! Black and…” she looked at Harry who looked at her with such a loving look “white.” He spoke, Florence nodding excitedly “that’s beautiful..” you spoke before you walked over to Harry and pressed a kiss to his lips “I’m going to clean up.. have fun…” you giggled out, Florence scrunching her face up as she whined out a “ewww” making both you and Harry laugh.

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As you went upstairs Florence went back to decorating his nails “daddy can I do your nails for your concerts?” She asked excitedly and he chuckled nodding his head “sure.” He spoke watching as she burst with excitement again, nearly sending the nail varnish everywhere if it wasn’t for Harry’s quick movements his large hand surrounding her smaller one “hey… no throwing.” He watched her continue to bounce up and down, not listening to him, in her own world “hey… hey… Flo..” he tried to grab her attention but still she wasn’t focusing “Florence.” He spoke more clearly and she paused looking at him “listening ears on, yeah?” She nodded slowly giving him the nail varnish and leaning into him holding onto him tightly

“Daddy” she spoke softly and he hummed “can you dress as Peter Pan and I go as Wendy?” Harry let out a small laugh, last year he was a princess with her, the other year he was the beast and this year… well… he was now Peter Pan. Clearly. “Of course darling. Anything you want.” She smiled excitedly and kissed his cheek over and over again excitedly “can you paint my nails too?!” Harry nodded and happily did as she wanted, painting her nails oh so delicately, holding her small hands in his palm and carefully stroking the brush over her nails slowly and gently and eventually he had completed on doing her nails, constantly having to keep her hands out of her mouth and keeping her wrists down but explaining “toxic” things to a seven year old wasn’t exactly easy.

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eventually nighttime had come and you and Harry had come up with outfits for him and Florence. Here you were laughing and taking pictures of Harry who was still being a good sport but did not look comfortable whatsoever. Florence looked pretty in her dress and Harry was wearing tight green trousers, a green T-shirt that had holes in it and a random cap but the effort was what mattered. You laughed continuously to the point you were certain you were going to pee yourself and eventually he had taken Florence’s hand and they were both going trick or treating. You loved that man so much.

The evening passed by slowly and eventually the two were back and Florence was eating her dinner, Harry stood by you his arm wrapped around your waist

“Trick or treat…” he teased you still wearing the tight outfit. “Trick…” you hummed out and he smirked before leaning in and kissing you deeply but gently all at once.. oh how you adored him.

[slu7formen]

girl wheres that Luke discovers yn has a praise kink drabble at? I'm not rushing take your time but I need to see that

girl I SWEAR it’s coming like I’m writing so many stories at the same time while I study for college, BUT I SWEAR YOU’LL GET IT, I know I gotta feed ya’ll hungry whores and your delulu minds 🛐🛐🛐

[underoospeterparker]

peter distracting his princess while shes trying to study for an exam. needy peter basically

i think this is for peter sutherland but i thought it would fit peter parker too so you can read it for either <3

"baby," peter whined softly, turning your chair to face him. "you've been studying for ages. can we cuddle?"

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "are you four?" you asked, half joking and half serious.

he pouted. he literally pouted and you burst out laughing; a loud, wheezing one that made your boyfriend's face brighten.

"just a little longer. please?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he finally relented.

"fine," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "come outside in 20 minutes."

an hour later, your boyfriend slammed open the door again. you pretended like you didn't notice peter glaring at you from across the room, and you stayed silent until he gave up.

he closed your laptop lid with so much force you thought it would break. "have you seen the time?" he asked you angrily.

you lifted your eyes from your closed laptop to his face, eyes slightly watering. at this, his entire demeanour shifted, face softening and eyebrows creasing, a look of worry prominent on his face. "what's wrong?" he asked, panicked. "did i do something? sweetheart, i-"

your face betrayed you, lips curling into a smile at his concern even though nothing had happened. your giggles turned to screams as peter picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"peter!" you shrieked, still laughing. "what are you doing?"

"kidnapping you," he grinned. "you've been studying for so long, i think you've gone a bit mental."

[lovelyatomicpeace]

List of prompt:

1. "I can't do it without you."

2. "Why did you lie to me?"

3. "I need to talk to you."

4. "It's not what it seems."

5. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

6. "That place is dangerous."

7. "I miss you, you know?"

8. "Promise you'll come back."

9. "I thought you were different."

10. "It was a mistake, I know."

11. "We are stronger together."

12. "I can't let you go."

13. "Please be careful."

14. "I've missed you."

15. "Can I help you with something?"

16. "What would you do in my place?"

17. "Life is short, live it."

18. "We are destined to be together."

19. "There is something you need to know."

20. "I wish you were here with me."

21. "The truth may hurt, but it is necessary."

22. "Don't let the past define you."

23. "I trust you this time."

24. "When will I see you again?"

25. "I have a plan, listen to me."

26. "I cannot imagine my life without you."

27. "Please listen to me."

28. "I will always respect you."

29. "Maybe one day you will understand that."

30. "I wish it was always so."

31. "You can count on me."

32. "I love you, you know."

33. "I don't want everything to end like this."

34. "I hope you will forgive me."

35. "I'm here to stay."

36. "There are things you can't understand."

37. "I don't need an apology, just the truth."

38. "The fear of losing him was greater than the joy of becoming a mother."

39. "The positive test had changed her life in an instant."

40. "She was not ready for this responsibility, but fate had other plans."

41. "How would he react? This question haunted her every night."

42. "The fear of telling him was paralyzing, but she knew she could not wait any longer."

43. "Every smile she gave him hid a world of worry."

44. "She couldn't stand his arrogance, but she couldn't help thinking about him."

45. "Every clash between them was a spark that ignited something more."

46. "The hatred she felt for him was slowly turning into something different."

47. "Each squabble was a step toward a deeper feeling."

48. "She could not believe that her heart beat faster every time she saw him."

49. "Hatred was just a mask to hide the real feelings."

50. "Every time they fought, he felt his heart beat faster."

51. "Every sharp word hid an unmentionable desire."

52. "She could no longer deny the attraction she felt for him."

53. "She never thought she could love someone she detested so much."

54. "Every night, the nightmares came back to haunt her."

55. "The darkness brought with it her worst fears."

56. "She could not escape the nightmares that haunted her."

57. "Every dream turned into an endless nightmare."

58. "Fear kept her awake, fearing the next nightmare."

59. "She hid her feelings behind a smile."

60. "The love she felt for him was a secret she could not reveal."

61. "Every unspoken word was a burden on her heart."

62. "She could not confess her love, for fear of losing him."

63. "Every glance was a reminder of his unmentionable love."

64. "Every day she struggled with the desire to tell him the truth."

65. "She could not reveal her feelings, for fear of ruining everything."

66. "Don't you understand how much you make me suffer?"

67. "I love you, even though you drive me crazy!"

68. "Why can't you see how much I care for you?"

69. "Why can't you see how much you mean to me?"

70. "Why can't you see how much you hurt me?"

71. "Why didn't you choose me?"

72. "Every time I see him with someone else, my heart breaks."

73. "Can't you see how much you hurt me?"

74. "It hurts me to see you with someone else."

75. "Why am I never enough for you?"

76. "Why can't you understand how much I love you?"

77. "I can't believe you chose her instead of me."

78. "Her hands were delicate, as if she was afraid of breaking me."

79. "Our hearts beat in unison in the rain."

80. "Her gaze was full of sweetness and desire."

81. "We approached each other slowly, as if time had stopped."

82. "His lips were soft and warm against mine."

83. "Each caress was a whisper of love."

84. "The world around us disappeared, it was just the two of us."

85. "His embrace was my safe haven."

86. "Her breath was a sweet song in my ears."

87. "Her smile was all I needed."

88. "I can't find peace with them."

89. "Why do they never understand me?"

90. "Their words hurt me deeply."

91. "Through the window of his car, he saw her sitting alone and offered her an alternative evening"

92. "She did not have a date, but he kept her company in the parking lot, under the full moon"

93. "While everyone was dancing, he found her alone and asked her to spend the evening together, away from the crowd"

94. "I can't go on with this marriage. I need a way out."

95. "I'm not ready for this life. Take me away from here, please."

96. "I can't marry him. Help me find another way."

97. "I need to get away from all this. Can you help me?"

98. "I can't do that. I need someone to take me far away."

99. "I can't continue with this marriage. Take me away, please."

100. "I can't marry him. I need to escape, and you are the only one who can help me."

[pavardscherie]

hi love, could you write something about erling haaland being obsessed with the reader?

little touches, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & reader

summary: erling is obsessed with you.

izzy talks;

i have to say, i love pavard with all my heart. i love writing about him, and yet, i’m quite happy to write about someone else for once, haha. for this one, i changes female reader to the you perspective :)

it’s a little drabble, so nothing too long.

it didn’t matter where you were or who was around.

erling always had to have his hand on your body. fingers caressing over the exposed arms when you wore one of his favorite dresses. a muscular arm wrapped around your waist while talking to friends. his large hand on your thigh while watching a movie or going out for dinner with a couple of his teammates.

those small glances filled with jealousy, and a certain promise to possess you later on, when another man decides to put his dirty fingertips on you. a touch, a moment, they weren’t allowed to share with his precious little thing.

compliments. small ones that made your tummy turn into a swarm of butterflies. the cheeks tainted by a cherry red color, erling could never get enough of the bashfulness on your beautiful face.

introducing you to new people, friends or teammates, erling always had to assure to emphasize the word my or mine. already stating from the very beginning that you were completely off the table, taken and untouchable for any other person. doesn’t matter if male or female.

hands intertwined when walking through the streets. small kisses to the cheek, to the back of the hand or blown gently against your forehead. small gestures that turned out to become a routine for erling.

over the past months of being in a relationship with the football player, you turned out to be his greatest addiction. seconds of not being able to touch you while you were so close to him tortured the blonde painfully.

but when the referee blew his whistle, announced a short break or interruption, erling found a way to at least send you a wink or a wave, while seated between the manchester city fans. small gestures, the team would joke about in the end but the talented striker didn’t care about it, as long as he was able to show you his admiration.

you were his first thought in any situation. after scoring a goal, and celebrating with the fans, the addiction of feeling your pillow-like lips against his own led his body straight towards you in the stands. his coach cursed about another yellow card, he received for leaving the pitch.

but erling shrugged it off, unimpressed by the spoken threats of sitting on the bench.

while you admired the small gestures of admiration, the obsession almost turned into a sick possessiveness. at least that was the exact word the newspapers and media used to describe the constant clinging to each other. a certain, unexplainable neediness.

it’s like erling had nothing else inside of his head. emptiness spread until the one necessary, and important thought was found.

you.

[s1llysmut]

Request guidelines?

I will write about pretty much anything for any fandom that I know of. I prefer to write smut and fluff (separate or at the same time) but I can also write angst and other stuff!!

Things I will NOT write about:

Scat (poop stuff)

Children in an nsfw context

Animals in a nsfw context

Dead people in a nsfw context

Vomit

Vore

Feet

Excessive gore in a nsfw context

Other than that I’ll write pretty much anything!!! Thank you!!!

[nymphastoriasblog]

i don’t write since 2022 and I was wondering if I should start to write again, since still today some posts of mine get likes and stuff, and I want to organize my masterlist as well, but folks, I went through the kind of stuff I used to write back then… terribly awful. I wish I could just erase it from my memories but I guess my past moldes who I am today

[footballdesires]

smile for me, goretzka

info: after only reaching the third spot in their group, the german national team is eliminated from the world cup. the players have a heavy time to comprehend the news, but one particular player is losing his mind. pairing: leon goretzka, she/her a/n: man, that elimination hurt badly. seeing their emotions, and musiala crying made me sob so fucking much

requests are always open! we do write for more players than kimmich & goretzka. just ask!

the referee stared at the watch ticking around his left wrist, the whistle already tightly between the dry lips. a couple of seconds left on the clock, the german national team would have to face the consequences of the past three matches. somehow, when the football players reached the spot where the round of sixteen wasn’t far anymore, one small mistake caused the complete fallout and ended the journey early on. a win against costa rica, with the four goals against two received, wasn’t enough to prevent the elimination. minutes of sadness passed, as a handful of players stayed on the pitch and tried to realize what has happened in the past two weeks, where the team went wrong.

clutching the soft material of the white jersey in her delicate fingers, she awaited the arrival of her boyfriend. the game ended about forty minutes ago, and she hasn’t seen a glimpse of the fuming expression on his face since the emotional moment settled in. a couple of players already exited the changing room, desiring to be far away from the reporters, the cameras and the cheering fans of costa rica. even if their own team landed in fourth place, the erupting laughter about the elimination of germany caused a burning anger. 

and she precisely knew that leon’s stomach bubbled with the greatest fury. 

the door to the locker room swung open, revealing the mass of players that stormed past the nervous female, engaged in conversations about the game and the entire world cup. but she didn’t see the familiar face walking through the frame, and the worry about leon’s condition settled in the pit of her stomach.

her concerned gaze landed on the door, glancing into the almost empty locker room as a very familiar face hurried into the corridor. the black bag filled with his belongings in one hand, he ran his fingers through the damp strands of blonde hair. joshua kimmich, leon’s best friend and pretty much brother without having the same blood. pointing a thumb over his shoulder, he tilted the head from left to right.

“you should probably check on him.” joshua remarked, offering the worried female a soft smile before walking down the corridor with the head hanging low. pressing the tip of the tongue against the inside of her cheek, she exhaled a deep breath to calm down the wrecked nerves. carefully, the female stepped towards the open door, peaking the head around the corner to avoid seeing a glimpse of a naked body which didn’t belong to her boyfriend. leon didn’t need another reason on the list to completely explode. 

curse words were repeated over and over again, echoing off the wall with loud screams. flinching in the moment when the angered sound boomed through the empty locker room, she walked further through the rows until she reached the end. a long, wooden bench placed on each side of the last corridor, leon sat in the middle of the right one. sweaty face placed in the hands, the short fingernails scratching the scalp multiple times in a row. 

“leon.” she muttered gently. with careful steps, she walked closer to the devastated figure of her boyfriend and seated herself on the empty spot on his left side. slender fingers placed carefully on the clothed shoulder blade, the soft pads caressed the tensed skin through the thin material. “it’s okay.”

the words she attempted to use to cheer him up, ended up as being the worst kind of choice. the same sentences repeated itself throughout the minutes after the game, the same syllables spoken by the trainer and the staff around them when flick disappeared in the tunnels without another word. maybe, it seemed okay to them to lose such an important opportunity, maybe the other mates handled it with less aggression but leon was angry, completely fuming about the elimination.

“nothing’s fucking  okay about what happened in the past two weeks.” jumping up from the bench to increase the personal space once again, the large hands ruffled through the damp brown curls on his head until the digits settled on the back of his neck. “ we embarrassed ourselves in front of a thousand cameras. we always tell the world how great we are and we want to repeat the summer wonder of 2014. instead, we’re messing up in the group phase and get eliminated. this is a fucking joke.” 

leon’s unfocused gaze traveled through the empty room, taking in the similar, metal lockers placed in disparate rows and the colorful walls around them. one glance at the worry that glistened in the widened orbs would make him weak in the knees, and it was the precise opposite of what he currently felt. “but you were a team on the pitch. everyone made mistakes, the weight isn’t on your shoulders only.” 

she hated to argue with him, but she despised it more when he always searched the mistakes by himself when it was clearly a team situation. he didn’t give them a penalty shot, he didn’t end up with a red, or two yellow cards. “don’t you want to understand? i wanted to make this fucking work after the mess of the european championship. we wanted to be better and not play the same bullshit like in 2018.” 

leon’s hands left the sweaty neck, outstretching the arms to gesture the anger out. eyebrows furrowed in a frown, the long wrinkles swallowed the small beads of sweat on his forehead while the burning skin created new ones. “i know, you’ve been talking about this world championship for more than a year, leon. i’m not asking you to forget what happened on this pitch, the mistakes, the wrong positions and whatever you think, you did precisely wrong in the middle of the field.”

standing up from the bench, the sweaty palms repeatedly wiped over the stretchy material of the skinny jeans. one step was all she needed to stand in front of the male, who towered over the female without trying to. hands stemmed in the waist, leon pressed the dry lips in a thin line. he wanted to scream, let the anger escape with multiple punches to any possible object, and still, he couldn’t unravel in front of the female he loved with his entire heart. 

holding the arm slightly up, she placed the delicate fingers against the warm skin of his cheek. palm laid against the stubbles of his beard, she softly caressed the tensed muscles of his face. “it’s the team's fault. don’t blame only yourself. i know how bad you wanted to become world champion, the golden trophy between your hands and raising it in front of the camera to prove that the german national team is the best in the world. and you’ll get your chance to reach this precise goal. not today, not tomorrow and possibly not in a month. but there are more world championship’s to come around, and one day, even if it sounds so far away, you’ll shove it down their throats and show them the monster you’ve always been underneath the soft curls, and the smug smirks.” 

looking through the thick lashes, covered in multiple layers of black mascara, she smiled at the man in front of her. underneath the promises that she spoke, the moments that once could be his, the exaggerated pace of his heart stopped hammering against the rib cage from the inside. besides the gentleness in her voice, he never found an explanation for the calmness that started to overwash the mixture of negative emotions. 

letting the head fall backwards, leon stared straight at the lamps above them for a split second before returning to his previous position. mouth ajar, prepared to argue with her about the whispered promises she gave him, his girlfriend already realised what was about to happen next. raising a single, slender finger, she placed it in front of his lips, less gentle than the touch of her pads before. 

“leon, you’re amazing. you’re a talented player, you prove it to the world whenever you’re on the pitch in germany. this might have been fucked up and i know how determinated you are, but this isn’t your last chance to prove yourself. even if you don’t need that at all.” raising the eyebrows with a small smile playing on her lips, she waited for a gestured answer from the male before taking away her digit. a defeated groan slipped through the thin line, and he nodded in agreement of her words. 

“good.” pulling the slender finger away from his mouth, the smile on hers started to grow when leon truly didn’t desire to argue further with her. in the end, she would repeat the same three words again and boost his ego to places, it hasn’t seen before. “i love you.” the football player exclaimed between the deep breath, knowing that most of the time, he fucked up a situation between them with the inevitable eagerness and the stamina to discuss a topic more than a hundred times until none other opinion mattered.

“and i love you too. no matter if you’re frustrated, fumed, escalating or mildly calm. mostly raging of course.” the light-hearted chuckle that erupted from deep down her chest, caused leon’s lips to spread into the first smile after the elimination of the german national team was announced. somehow, even if it was very difficult to believe for the male, the female had a great point. it’s a team sports, and the team consisted of more than him.

"and you're smiling again!" she cheered for her boyfriend, clapping the heads together. shaking the head about the behaviour of the female, leon still felt a pinch of disbelief that the goofy sunshine belonged to him. "got the best motivation to focus on the upcoming second half of the season, and the european championship in germany."

[thewritersaddictions]

(R) Drabbles: Pietro Maximoff- Tonight Your Mine

The knock on your hotel room door is not unusual considering tonight is the last night of your free life. Sounds dramatic but you’re getting married tomorrow morning and everyone has been stopping by to make sure you’re absolutely ready. 

Your body is running high on anxiety and excitement. You don’t bother to look in the peephole of your door assuming it’s someone with important things for you. You swing open the door, you don’t even bother to look up at who’s there. You just walk in allowing that person to follow behind you. 

The sound of the door clicking makes you turn around. You stand in shock at your ex, that ex you hadn’t seen in years. And now like no time has passed he’s right back in front of you staring at you as he did with those blue eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” Your question comes out to wobble at the start. You’re getting married tomorrow, you can’t be dealing with this shit tonight. “Pietro I can’t be dealing with you and your shit tonight get out of my hotel room.” You try, pushing him out of the room. 

Your wedding dress is hanging on the back of the door. In a plastic bag that makes a rather loud crinkling when Pietro’s back ends up hitting it. “Why, I’m just here to wish the bride to be a good day tomorrow.” He’s lustfully looking at my lips. “Thought you needed a good night before you ruin your life with that fucking idiot.” 

You scoff, him… calling you… “You’re a fucking asshole you know that.” Somehow you’ve managed to get closer to each other, Pietro doesn’t mind that you’ve pushed him into the back of the door, or how close you are to touch him. 

Your bathrobe is white and the word ‘bride’ is sewn into the fabric. “What… you need to leave!” You’re trying desperately to stay strong “I love my husband very much and don’t need you ruining more of my life Pietro!” It’s the end of the conversation as I try to grab onto the door handle. 

With a quick motion, I’ve been rotated on my heels. Picked up and moved towards another more flat wall. “You were saying?” He questions you. You roll your eyes at his words. But something changes quickly as always with Pietro. You wear nothing under the soft white robe. His breath is close, fanning across your skin. Causing goosebumps to come across my skin. 

He’s kissing my neck before I can protest. His groin is pressed hard into my uncovered pussy. I can’t help but let my head fall backward, giving him more access to the skin he’s already kissing, lapping his tongue over the sweetest point of my neck. I moan and bucks harder into me. 

He drops me rather quickly. My heart is racing faster than I can remember. “Pietro?!” A yearning question is biting at my lips, I want him more than ever, more than I want to kick him out of my room. More than I want to get married tomorrow. “Y/n?” He echos back.  “Please? Just… Just fuck me yeah… I promise I’ll do anything for you.” A begged mess I have become all because I let him into my hotel room. 

He grins in happiness and picks me up dropping me on the bed before ripping the robe off my naked body. “Finally, I’ve waited too long for this again.” 

Completed on: 04/22/23

Posted on: 05/13/23

The Bad-

[multifandomwriter56]

Requests Are Open

Gif Drabbles and Five Sentence Blurbs

I'm working on a couple of OC's so I won't be posting as much. So I thought I open my requests for some gif drabbles and five sentence blurbs.

Gif drabbles: Send a gif of a character and I will write a little drabble based off that gif.

Five Sentence Blurbs: Send me a short sentence, and I'll write five sentences using yours as the first sentence.

Please send the request in an ask and only send characters from the fandoms I write for.

[lullabieswrappedinlies]

Anyone want to send in requests for Krasinski blurbs/drabbles?

For clarity sake, I consider blurbs are up to 100 words, and drabbles anything less than 1000 words. Depending on the prompt, I’d respond with something 100ish to less than 1K words.

Keep your requests simple, please. The less room for creativity, the more difficult it is for me to come up with something! Personal flaw, I suppose. If it helps, I love a good trope or song fic, situational/quote/image prompts also welcome.

I will respond to whatever inspires me. No promises to fill all requests. Also just checked and I have some requests that have been chillin’ in my inbox for way too long … maybe I’ll get to some of those?

Now that I’ve taken all the pressure off myself 😂 Send your requests to my ask!

For now this is today (Sunday) only!

[lovelyatomicpeace]

~PRESENTATION~

Hi... I'm new around here but ready to try any experience. I would like to write for you, upon request, some Fanfiction or stories: I warn you that I don't know all the characters I would be asked to write about because I don't watch many series (I know Stranger things well and some films), but if you have requests I will do my best better to satisfy you.

To introduce myself better, I'll tell you that I'm 19 years old. I like doing a bit of everything with art and I hope to create an excellent community here.

~lovelyatomicpeace~

[railingsofsorrow]

Recharging. . .

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer's best remedy is his little family.

pairing: s.reid x f!reader (+ eden reid!)

w.c: 3.8K

warnings/content: fluff; cuteness overload; children; spencer is a girl's dad; discussion of a case; mentions of death and traumatic events; this is basically a hurt/comfort blurb; mentions of pregnancy; mentions of marriage; crying.

A/N: is anybody in need of some fluff? this was supposed to be a short drabble.... enjoy this old WIP as I finish some of my requests.

loosely inspired by ocie elliott's take me home

want to read more works about this au?

→ day-off

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You stopped the low humming to the song as you eyed the rearview mirror to check on your kid. The familiar scratching against your seat warning you she was awake.

“Hey bub,” you take advantage of the red traffic light to dive your hand back and tickle her bare feet. She'd always kick off her shoes the first chance she got. Your favorite sound echoes through the car: her giggle. “You were just napping, where'd that energy come from?” you refer again to the tip of her feet bumping against your car seat. Another reminder that she was getting bigger every day.

Eden raised her arms, wriggling her little fingers like she did when she was excited for something. You were pretty sure she got that from Penelope, you always saw they do this whenever she came over to your place.

“We're visiting daddy!”

A laugh bubbles out of you. Eden left you amazed by her perception of things. Although the route from your apartment to the BAU wasn't that strange for her anymore, given that you and Spencer drove a lot to drop each other off with her in the car.

“Are we?” You turn on an avenue, humming. “I didn't notice.”

Eden looks at you through the rearview mirror, “but you're driving, mommy. You need the GPS. It's in your head.”

“Is it?” You're amused at your toddler's choice of words. “Okay. Yes, we're visiting daddy at work. We've come to pick him up because he's very tired from a case and it's not good to drive while you're tired, right?”

“Right!” She nods vehemently, craning her neck to check on the view through the window. “And he needs me to recharge his bats.”

You finish parking your car and a smile curls up the edges of your mouth. Eden can't say the word batteries so she shortened it to an easier version which is bats. You still have to teach her what the word actually means.

“That's right,” you say, taking off your seatbelt and opening the door. By the time you reach the backseat, Eden is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Her excitement never ceases to rub off on you, even though you enter this building most of the days in a week. “Hi, baby.” You cooed, welcoming your child in your arms after unbuckling her seatbelt. Her light brown curls that you have no idea who she got it from tickle the side of your face as she snuggles to your chest to stare at the tall FBI building.

“Shoes on. Coat on. All warmed up. Shall we go up?”

An eager Eden exclaims a loud YES and that's enough for you to start walking.

From “Spencer”:

[6:34 p.m] No need to pick me up, angel, I can drive. I am not that tired.

[6:35 p.m] Is Eden still at your mom's? I can pick her up on the way.

This is the mutual feeling you have on workdays. Not in a million years you'd understand how hard it was to be away from your daughter for more than one day. Until it happened.

It makes your heart break when you're not able to tuck her into bed or pick her up at school to see her excited little legs run towards you. In spite of the fact that Spencer and you manage well to alternate days at work so she always has one of you close by, it's difficult to not see her every day when a case takes either one of you out of the city.

You can only image how much he misses her after being away for four days.

You left the messages unanswered and click on another chat instead. Light of my life with a bunch of hearts is the one you're looking for. Penelope somehow stole your phone someday and changed her contact name to this; you never changed it back, just left as it was, it suits her anyway.

“Smile.” You request Eden as you lift your phone to take a selfie of the two of you. Her grin exposes her two missing front teeth. “Done.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her in your hold to type another text, waiting for the elevator to reach your desired floor.

To “Light of my life 💗❤️💕”

[6:38 p.m] incoming at five... four... three...

You hit send right as the elevator doors spread open.

Just as you step into the bullpen, it's as if a switch has flipped because your daughter promptly tucks her face into the croak of your neck, her cold nose making your shiver slightly. Her hands clinging onto your blouse.

Eden gets shy under watchful eyes, no matter how many times she visits the BAU.

Penelope is walking briskly out of her office, her hands wriggling into your direction as she catches sight of you and the bundle in your arms. Every eye in the bullpen turns to you because of the commotion.

You haven't seen your husband yet.

“There is pumpkin!” That's the reason that pulls Eden out of her shell. She practically throws herself out of your arms and into her favourite aunt's arms. “Oh, hello, hello, my beautiful niece, whom I have missed so much!”

Eden is giggling and you can't help but smile softly at the scene. Soon, your friends start approaching one by one. It doesn't take long for Eden to have at least two new toys in her hands. Emily and Derek are competing which one she likes best.

“She's so big.” JJ entwines her arm with yours.

You sigh, leaning closer to her, “Yes, she is.” You say, observing Eden play with Emily. “Henry as well! How is he by the way? We haven't had a playdate in so long.”

JJ nods, “He's great, my sweet boy.” Her eyes hold a fondness that you relate. “And that's true. We have to set up a date, catch up on things that aren't murders and blood.”

“Preach, Jayge.”

Your laughter dies down when the two people missing from the group appear. Your eyes met Spencer's and his whole body seems to relax as if it physically pained him to stand and seeing you just helped him take a breath of fresh air. Luke greeted you with a side hug and was immediately captured by Eden's endearing spell, as expected. Although, once Spencer entered her line of sight, no one else mattered.

Spencer let his satchel drop to the ground without a care so he could scoop Eden up as she jumped into his arms. His sullen demeanor converting into a cheerful one in a blink of an eye. This is what Eden means by “recharging”.

You watch the reunion with a growing smile, deciding to approach them a little later.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Spencer says while peppering kisses at her cheek, her little nose and her forehead. Eden could only reply with giggles as her whole face became red at the overwhelming love she's receiving. “Daddy missed you so much, did you know that?” And the crack in his voice goes unnoticed by her, but not by you, so you take advantage of everyone's distraction to step towards your little family.

Eden is giving her dad a butterfly kiss when you get to them. That's her way of saying I missed you to any of you when you come back home.

“Hey,” you squeeze his arm in a gentle touch, grabbing his attention. “Tough one?” your question is discreet, only meant for him. Eden is fortunately too busy with her new stuffed toy that Derek is showing her to notice anything else.

The dimmed spark in Spencer's eyes along with the red outline of his eyelids are everything you need to know. You don't need words — you never needed words to understand Spencer — but he provides you a meek yeah and swallows hard. The only thing that seems to be holding him back from crumbling down is the fact that he's holding his daughter.

In an attempt of comfort, you pull his free hand to yours, intertwining your fingers and giving it a tight squeeze. Just for him to know that you were there and it's okay now.

He repeats the action, the corner of his lips pulling slightly. His attention is quickly stolen back to Eden, who starts listing possible names to the new friends that uncle Derek and auntie Emily had gifted her.

They discuss the matter until you bid everyone goodbye, a playdate, a babysitting afternoon and a girls night out scheduled. Trying to take Eden from Spencer was foolish, he didn't want to let her go. No matter how tired he was. Better yet, she didn't want to let him go either.

“I think grapes would be a great name, E.” Spencer praises her daughter's naming skills as he buckled her up in the safety seat. “What about this one?” He grabs the green bunny and places it in front of his face, his voice in a high-pitched tone to imitate an animal's voice. “What will you name me after, miss Eden Reid? I am green and I like carrots!”

Eden's bright caramel eyes glint with joy and she pulls the bunny to her chest, holding it tightly. “I know what I'm going to call them.”

“You do?” You were starting to be curious as well.

“Mr. Greenie.”

“You're so clever.” Spencer and Eden shared accomplice smiles and you see everything of him in her at that single action. It was in the nose scrunch whenever she found something particularly funny, in the spark of mischief in her eyes and even the outline of her mouth which you never stopped noticing from the moment she was born. Eden carried a lot of mannerisms and features from you but those things? They definitely came from him.

He's not even halfway to the driver's side when you steal the keys that he had stolen from you when you were in the building. You've known each other for ten years, for three out of those ten you have been married and Spencer still thinks he can be slick with you.

“You're riding shotgun today, pretty boy.”

His eyes are filled with amusement as you walk by and give his butt a soft squeeze.

“Really?” He says, leaning on your window. You had already turned the engine on when you give him a serious look. “It's a long drive. You already drove all the way here.”

Giving him an eyeroll, you muse, “It's not that long, Spence. And you're tired. Just get in.”

Quantico wasn't far from your home, but ten minutes in the road was enough to send Eden to dreamland. You were certain she had fallen asleep when her humming to Angeleyes, that was playing on the car radio, stopped.

You suppose Spencer has fallen asleep as well, until you stole a glimpse at him during a red light to see he was just staring out the window. A far away gaze.

His mind was far. You could feel that. You two enjoy the silence but it's not like that. This is not the kind of silence you want to bask in after a tiring day of work. No, this is different. It comes with the type of things you face at work, the voices in your head that claim they know what's best.

You know that silence. You've drowned in it once.

A gentle breeze caused a few strands to slip out behind his ear. He was letting his hair grow longer again. You liked it, it suited him.

“Hey.”

Your knuckles grazed his cheek softly, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. Your hand lingered at the nape of his neck and he let out a sigh, leaning back in a way that you knew he needed that kind of touch.

Good thing your love language is physical touch.

“You want to talk to me about it?” A whisper.

Spencer refrained from a verbal answer, but he reached up for your hand, lifting it to his lips to place a prolonged kiss which translated to I'm glad to have you.

“Not now,” he said, caressing your palm. Definitely later then. Your communication can be non-verbal sometimes and that's one of the great parts of your relationship. You knew that some days words were hard, so the touch and the eyes fulfilled the void of a voice.

He gave it a delicate squeeze and that's when you realized the light had turned green, so your attention was back to driving.

At some point, you could feel a comforting weight at your right thigh. It was the familiar warmth of Spencer's hand, something that he liked to do whenever you drove. Good thing his love language is physical touch.

“I got her.” He practically leaped out of the vehicle once you parked, walking around the other side to get Eden.

Your asleep child didn't so much as flinch while being picked up. You caught her little arms embracing his neck as you locked the doors of your car, her shoes on your hand and Spencer's satchel on another. He tried to fight you on that but you just ignored him.

“Sleepy head,” you mouth to him as the elevator went up. Eden's big eyelashes fluttered lightly when you kissed the top of her head.

The corner of your husband's lips quirked up, “Just like her mother. Sleeps anywhere.” He said, not breaking eye contact, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Rolling your eyes, you hummed, “Don't know what you're talking about.”

The apartment was quiet, an unusual occurrence at this time of the day. Normally, Eden would be rambling about her day when one of you arrived from work — I learnt about seagulls today and we made a drawing; grandma made cookies!; Teacher Susan read a story about a princess saving her kingdom, I want to be like her someday. Isn't it like what you do, mama? I want to be like you — a range of subjects mixed with her occasional endless energy of a child. Some nights, she wouldn't stop running around until she tired herself — and both of you — off.

Today was different. She was asleep before you even arrived home, it was way before 8 p.m and the apartment was quiet, no toys scattered around, no ink stain on the floor. She was into painting nowadays which is a rather messy hobby for a kid, but you'd indulge your daughter's wishes anytime. She is a kid, she should be messy.

“I love you, bub.” Your ears pick up Spencer's faint voice from the entrance of Eden's bedroom. You perched up at the wall, careful enough to make yourself unknown. Not wanting to disturb the little father-daughter moment. “I'll always be here.”

That was something that didn't need to be said out loud because Spencer showed that every day. He didn't spare love demonstrations regarding you or Eden, he never had. Although you know part of the reason beneath that promise. Some people haunt us forever, even when they are no longer present in our lives. His father still walks somewhere in the corner of his mind, no matter how many times you tell him that he is not him.

“Is the whole bathroom drenched or...?”

Spencer chuckled, seeking for your hand to pull you closer as you stride to your bedroom.

“It wouldn't be Eden if she didn't make an entire spectacle during bath time.” He said. “But I cleaned it up, so don't worry.”

“That's true.” You eye his soaked shirt attempting to contain a smile. “Guess you already took your shower?”

“You're so funny,” Spencer murmurs dryly.

“Yeah, well,” you shrug nonchalantly, slowly encircling your arms around his neck. “Wasn't that why you married me? Or was it for my good looks? Nah, it was definitely my terrific sense of humour, wasn't it?” A peck on his lips. “You can admit it. I won't be mad.”

“Ego the size of a lake, that one.” He mumbles, burying his face in the croak of your neck and practically locked you in his hold.

You started to message on his shoulders to ease whatever felt heavy in his chest. At least, until he let you in.

It wasn't until after you both showered separately to finally call it a day and laid down to rest that he broke his silence.

“A little girl died. We couldn't get to her in time.”

Oh, kids.

Now it all made sense.

A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

“Oh, Spencer...” if the tone of your voice translated anything, it was that you understood. His body was entangled to yours when you tried to diminish a bit of his pain by showing that you were there. “I'm sorry, sweetheart,” you said into his curls. The moist sensation in your pajamas top let you know he was crying, but you didn't give it a second thought. It was what he needed.

“I could only think of her and I—” he said shakily, suddenly leaning away to cover his face. “Any rational thinking went down the drain.” His croaked out, drying his tears in the harshest way possible. You pulled his hands away from his face, replacing it with your softer touch.

“Spencer.”

“I can't even— even grasp my head around—”

You cut him off, “good. Don't do that. Because it's not real. Spencer,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you so he could focus on something that wasn't the disruptives thoughts in his head. “Eden is here, in the room next to ours, safe and sound.” That seemed to calm him down lightly, but you could see the conflict in his gaze.

“I wasn't fast enough.”

“It was not your fault.”

“You weren't there.”

You sigh, “I don't need to physically be there to know that you, as well as the team, did your best to crack the case, Spencer. As you do in every other case we have.” The hardest part of this job was still the loss that you had to live with. The guilt. The shame that, despite doing your best, you wouldn't be able to save everyone. “As we always do.” Sometimes, you needed some convincing too.

“I know it's hard to believe what I'm saying,” you forehead was touching his and your eyes were shut. “but it's the truth. You have every reason to feel that way, it never gets easy to face what we face every day. But, Spencer. It was not your fault. You did what you could, please trust me on this, okay?” Please, don't blame yourself. You don't deserve it.

“Our little girl is right next door, sleeping with her favourite plushie. Safe. Because we make sure of that every single day.” You know it's not that simple, to not doubt the dangers that run in the world, probably in your street, but you can't live in fear and you don't want your daughter to live in fear either. “And I'm right here. we're not going anywhere.” You won't lose us.

“Yeah,” he croaks out, releasing a batted breath. “Yeah, I know.”

Slipping an arm around your middle to bring you closer was the indication you needed to understand that he was hearing your words. Your husband settled for accepting your warmth for the time being, you were playing with his curls, gently brushing them away from his face.

That's all he needed, really. You. The home and family you have build together. Nothing else.

“You know,” you say, thumb traveling across his jawline until it reached the tip of his nose. “People keep saying she has your nose and I think I'm starting to see it.”

His body shook with laughter, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly.

“Oh, really? You're starting to see it now?”

Your lips curled up at the edges, “Yes.” You lied, poking his ribs, earning a glare. Your smile only widened. “No. The nose is clearly yours.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Spencer leaned close enough so he could press his lips to yours.

“She has the outline of your mouth, though.” He tucked a strand behind your ear. “And your eyes.”

Soft padding against the floor pulled you out of your trance and you knew who was at the door before looking through the open space of the door that's been left ajar.

“Is that a ghost that I'm seeing, angel?”

You decided to enter Spencer's playful undertone.

“Mhm. Good question, I think that's definitely a squirrel or something. Look at the red and yellow paws.”

Eden's mismatched socks flashed your eyes in the dim light of your side table lamp. Her soft giggling made you smile instantly.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” She curled up to his bare chest as soon as he scooped her up to hold her on his hip. “Mhm?”

She grabbed both of his cheeks, forcing him to lean down so she could say something to him. You observed them with a curious gaze. “It's not a squirrel,” Eden whispered. Spencer's face broke out into a grin, “tell mama it's me.” Spencer nodded and dutifully did as asked.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, acting surprised. “It's you, bub? With these tiny socked feet, I almost didn't recognize.” Eden's shrieks as you pepper her whole face with kisses. “You want to sleep with mommy and daddy tonight?” It's your turn to whisper as if it's a secret, but it's loud enough for Spencer to hear it as well.

Eden nods shyly, resting her head on her dad's shoulder. Her feet wriggling lightly. Who could ever resist those sweet doe eyes?

The three of you then lay down in your bed, Eden engulfed between Spencer and you. Hopefully, she wouldn't kick and turn all night like she commonly did. She was sleeping through the entire night alone in her bedroom, though some nights — like today — she would sneak in to yours.

Just like you expected, the toddler fell into dreamland with your soft chatter about random things you did during the day and what you needed to do during the upcoming week. You cracked a smile at her slight parted lips and wild curls dispersed on your arm which her head was laid on.

“Thank you.”

Your attention drifts from a sleeping Eden to Spencer. His eyes carried their usual light again. They now glinted with a familiar pride rather than the heavy darkness it was drowning in earlier in the evening.

“What for?” Your whole demeanor softened at the way he was looking at you, heart swelling with love.

“This,” he says, eyes falling on Eden. “For this. Her. You.”

You blink, the sudden urge to cry is being hold back by a thread. You don't know how to react.

“You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.” And he's said that before. When you first confessed and he said he felt the same. In your wedding day. When Eden was born.

“And you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Spencer.” You manage to whisper beneath the crack in your voice. He lifts his torso to kiss both of the single tears that slipped out of your eyelids, caressing your cheek lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” His mouth stretches into a soft grin. “And I love the life we have built.”

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A/N: will never forgive the show for not making this man a dad.

[pavardscherie]

Hi :) I sadly don't know who you write for so please if u don't feel comfortable ignore me!

A little smutty Imagine with Benjamin Pavard? After he won like celebration fuck haha <3

score a goal for me, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female summary a good celebration after an almost perfect game and benji's two goals against another bundesliga club.

smut ahead; mention: oral, female receiving

izzy talks; really really sorry it took me so long. i've been busy with work but the last fcb game just gave me the greatest idea. hope your pleased, even if it's not necessary a fuck yet haha. thank you for the request by the way! love you!

"Score a goal for me."

five words that became the truth in the first half of the last game. bayern munich played against augsburg, the result was clear to the fans before the game even started. she sat in the stands, between hundreds of males and females, dressed in the jerseys of their favorite player. on her back stood the number five, written in large white letters was the name pavard. 

just nineteen minutes passed, and in front of augsburg's goalkeeper stood the left defense player. leg raised, tackled to the ground by the enemies, and still, the ball slipped past the other team. the applause absorbed with a wide smile, benjamin jogged back to his place on the pitch. passing the stands, where his girlfriend sat, he pointed at the female with a wide smirk, and a quick wink. merely a second later, the stadium around him disappeared again and he focused his concentration on the game.

a tint of watermelon pink painted across the span of her cheeks, the glossy lips pressed tightly together. she didn’t want the extra attention from the fans that occupied the seats around her. glances of confusion were shared between the females, attempting to find the person benjamin gestured at. 

the minutes of the game passed by, and bayern turned the game around after receiving the first, unexpected goal from augsburg. just fifteen minutes after expanding to a score of 2 to 1, pavard jumped into the air, hit the ball and it perfectly landed in the net. two goals in one night, more than she asked for. over the past weeks, benjamin feared for his position in the starting team of each game. yet, he proves once again that he has always been an important part, and had to stay on the pitch every weekend. 

while benji called her his lucky charm more than once, and got her tickets for every single game, the female never believed that luck existed on the field. experience, knowledge and tactics combined. running the same lap as before, pavard resembled a complete opposite of what he showed in the previous games. calm, aggressive and always focused turned to throwing the hands in the air, laughing and literally waving once again at the female in the stands with another wink. 

and while the fans around her, slowly started to recognize the face of the female, and the strands of hair didn’t cover the sides of her head perfectly anymore, she casually waved back at the defense player, and gave him a thumbs up. after the game, she would be in for a long treat. something soft, and sensual, and the thought of having benjamin touching her naked body forced the female to clench the thighs together. a familiar tingle in the pit of the stomach, a feeling she has multiple times when watching how pavard dominates the left side of the pitch with force and intensity. tonight, it just got much worse after the second goal verified the happenings of the upcoming late night. 

so, she stood in the stands. corners of the mouth curled into a satisfied smile, and the hands clapping together. applause for the man who gave the fans something to cheer about, and would give her much more later on. 

and if she wasn’t exactly wrong about it, she ended up in the satin sheets of their bed. king-sized, too large for the two of them but giving enough space to experience in a different situation. slender fingers tangled in the soft, chestnut curls of her boyfriend, his rough fingertips digging into the smooth skin on the back of her thighs. head disappeared between the spread legs, as his tongue dipped inside of her for merely a second, before retreating to circle the bundle of nerves. 

she watched him intensely, the way, benjamin closed the lids to savor the sweet taste of her arousal, and opened them barely seconds later to glance at her face. a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, until the tip of his tongue grazed very slowly over the sensitive clit. she let her head fall back in delight as she finally received a taste of the pleasure she's been dying to experience since the game. 

something about seeing him on the pitch, so aggressive, yet so skilled, drenched in sweat or the rain. the thin, red material stuck to the muscular body, tightly around his biceps and showing the hidden treasures underneath the attire. soft whines, just a handful of filthy whimpers erupted from the inside of her tightened chest. 

benjamin knew exactly when to trace aggressive eights, and when to slowly flatten his tongue against her clit and tease her skilfully until she’s left breathless. moans exploded through the room, the sweet sounds escaped her dry throat and caused the corners of benjamin’s mouth to curl into a smirk. a gesture led by satisfaction about receiving those kinds of reactions from the beautiful female. 

she praised him, without using a nickname or his casual name. 

tongue focused on the bundle of nerves, benjamin’s long pointer finger traced circles around the entrance. slowly, in the most teasing manners he has used in the entirety of their relationship, he pushed half of his finger inside, instead of going fully into it. preparations for what was about to come later weren’t necessary anymore. after the years of being together, being bend over different furniture and hoisted up against a wall, she got used to being filled by him.

Her body tensed under the intense pleasure and warmth of his single finger, and the smooth movements of his tongue, nearing the edge of bliss and passion. Soft curls stuck in the hard grip of her slender fingers, she pushed his face further into her pussy. juices coated benjamin’s lips, droplets rolling down to his chin as he smiled against the sensitive part of her body. Legs shaking, she pressed them tighter together, trapping his head between the thighs. “almost there.” benjamin muttered against the wetness that pooled in front of him, and two words with the french accent stuck to the edge of his voice caused her walls to flutter. 

keeping up the motions of his finger, he dragged her through the orgasm. listening closely to the moans, the sweet whimpers and the whines of exhaustion. yet, the night was far from over.

[s1llysmut]

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