#Y/n

[themareverine]

HOLY SHI* you’re right!

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[starfr00t]

an older comic idea i had that i finally finished :3 he just silly goofy ur honor !!!!!

[starrydali]

hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not—”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[moviememokeeper]

Reca gets jealous easily.

In public he’ll feign a smile and put an arm around you

In private he gets all pouty about it

[joongieology]

Muse | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing: Artist!Boyfriend!WooyoungxReader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: mention of naked body

Sypnosis: Your boyfriend has been busy with his gallery, leaving you missing him. One thing you didn't know though, he had a surprise waiting for you.

Note: This is the first ever fanfic I've written. English is not my first language so please bear with me. If you have any feedback, please let me know! I swear I tried ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

You've been dating Wooyoung for a few years now. Everything is well, better than you could ask for, but you wish you could move on to the next stage. You've always dreamt of getting married in a church since you were a little girl. Striving hard so you can save up for a grand wedding, wanting you and your future husband's day to be extra special. And now, you finally found the man you want to marry.

You met Wooyoung through your college friend, San. You went to get coffee at your usual hangout place—a café near the university—when you saw San with someone. You proceeded to where they were sitting and San invited you to sit with them.

That was the day you met Wooyoung, and that was also the day you started liking him. He was very chatty and he always made you laugh that you started to have a little crush on him. The three of you began to hang out more often, and then one day, he asked you out. You said yes, of course (who wouldn't), and you've been dating since then.

He had always been fond of art. Painting, photography, and even sculpting. He wanted to have his own gallery one day, to show off his works, and it is about to come true.

Wooyoung found a decent place where he could set up the gallery and renovate it to his liking. He was the one who worked on everything, claiming he wanted everything to be perfect. That meant, you don't see each other often because he got busy with his gallery. He never told anyone the location, not even you, which you found a little odd, but never questioned him.

You just finished eating when he showed you something on his phone. It's a map with a picture of what looks like the outside of a gallery.

"It's done. The grand opening will be tomorrow." He started, gauging for your reaction.

"Already?! Does anyone else know about this? What if I'm the only one who shows up?" You flooded him with questions, more nervous than he is.

"Don't worry, I already sent out invitations to friends and family." He said with a chuckle while piching your cheeks, clearly amused.

You sighed, relieved that you wouldn't be the only one to witness this. You want the world to see how talented your boyfriend is, and he worked hard for everything to get to this point. Even though he said this was just a small achievement, you were still so proud of him. He can finally show off his love for art.

"You're here." Wooyoung said as he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. You came a bit earlier than the time of the opening so you could be by his side.

"Finally, you got your own gallery. I'm so proud of you, Woo." You gave him a peck on the lips, earning you a small genuine smile from him.

You straightened the collar of his button-up and fixed his hair a bit to make him look more presentable. He smiled at you but you noticed that he looked a bit nervous. You held his hand and squeezed it, comforting him. He intertwined your fingers and guided you to the entrance.

After a while, people started to arrive one by one, family and friends, and even some random people who had taken an interest in what was happening in this new place.

Everyone was in awe at the simple yet elegant interior. The walls were off-white and the art pieces were placed perfectly. Everything is in the right place, the way they were arranged was pleasing to the eyes.

You looked around and noticed that the art pieces consisted of pictures and paintings of places very familiar to you—they were places you've been together before. There are also pictures and paintings of events that have transpired in your life. The memories came flooding in as you looked at each art piece. You looked around once more, you noticed a black screen in the middle of the gallery. It's off, what is it for? You asked yourself but brushed it off. One thing stood out though, it was a pink door leading to a room. It had its own spotlight, it also had a name on top, just like every piece here.

"Y/N." You read out loud. Why did it have your name on it? Also, why is it pink, your favorite color? And why does it have the word 'Private' beside the door?

Wooyoung was greeting everyone and thanking them for congratulating him when he noticed you looking at the pink door. He walked over to you and put his hand on your lower back.

"Wanna see what's inside?"

"Yes." You responded, curious as to what could be inside.

He took out what seemed like a remote from his pocket and pressed something on it while guiding you inside.

There were at least five of what you assumed were art pieces covered in red velvet blankets.

He removed the cover of the one on the left, revealing a painting of you grinning from ear to ear, holding a pack of your favorite gummy bear, with the name beside it, 'The most beautiful v(you).' This must've been the time he brought you your favorite snacks, that made you all excited.

Then, he removed the cover on all of them except the one in the middle. There was a picture of you sleeping, a painting of you gazing at the stars, and a sculpture of you, as in you, in your wholeness, naked body.

"Oh my god, Woo." You said, your voice small, overwhelmed with joy, and love, and—everything.

"Do you like it?" He asked, nervousness obvious in his tone.

"I love it!" You exclaimed as you hugged him.

"There's one more." He ushered you to get closer to it. When he finally removed the cover, you covered your mouth in shock.

It was a sculpture of him, on one bended knee, holding a small black velvet box. Woo took the box and copied the stance of the sculpture.

"Y/N, will you make me the luckiest man and marry me?"

It's finally happening. The man you love is proposing to you.

"You've given me all I could ever ask for. Yes, baby, I will marry you." You utter with tears in your eyes.

He carefully puts the ring on your ring finger, and yes, he bought your dream ring, he still remembers it even when you mentioned it only once, he remembered, like he always did.

He hugged you so tight you thought you would burst, and whispered, "I love you so much, my love. Thank you for everything."

"I love you more, Woo."

You went out of the room and everyone's congratulating you both.

Huh?

When your eyes caught the now turned-on screen in the middle. So that was what the remote was for.

"Woo!" You hit his arms slightly. Terrified of the thought that they must have seen the pieces inside.

"It only showed us, don't worry, I won't ever show those pieces to anyone, especially that one." He chuckled while jokingly shielding himself from your playful hit.

"Finally, Woo, you prepared so long for this. Congratulations." San said with a big smile, holding a glass of wine.

"You knew?" You asked San with one eyebrow raised.

"Yup, everyone knew, except you." He uttered with slight amusement in his tone.

Wooyoung sure knew how to throw surprises because you didn't expect this one bit. But you're happy he did, cause this became one of the best days in your life. The thought of marrying this man made you giddy.

Your mom hugged you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm quite curious to know what's inside that." Your mom said, pointing at the pink door.

You and your fiancé looked at each other with knowing eyes and a huge grin.

[ravmycupine]

POV: Ur tinder date just lost his brother or smthn

[sinsofnivan]

baser instincts. — ALBERT WESKER x YOU! — SMUT!

SUMMARY: wesker wants a baby. who are you to deny him?

TAGS: overstimulation, oral sex, monster fucking?, tongue fucking, breeding kink, mating press, dumbification, creampies, lots of em, degradation, praise, short aftercare at the end, soft wesker.

WORD COUNT: 2654. oops

A/N: sorry it took me so long!! i actually had trouble writing wesker a little bit. and i also forgot to link the ask, my bad! i drafted a whole ass chapter becaues i didn't think it would be like him. 

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"didn't i tell you to keep your legs spread?"

a sharp pain interrupts your brain-numbing pleasure—-a harsh smack bestowed by none other than your strict lover. you quickly part your legs, as his initial request half an hour ago. "good pet. you need this," he growled, keeping a firm grip on your knee as he began to work on your puffy clit with his tongue again. you're clearly overstimulated and fucked out—but he's yet to stop. you need this, he says. you needed to be fully prepared, completely lubricated so your tight cunt will accommodate his girthy, veiny size.

his tongue, monstrous and almost tendril-like, dotes on your clit, while his fingers curved upward, busying themselves with rubbing against that spongy nub that sent you to heaven. you hold on to his hair, yanking on it harshly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you vigorously. he grunts with a mouthful of pussy, nose practically pressed against the pillowy flesh of your mons whilst his tongue rapidly flicks on your clit. you caught a glimpse of his face when your eyes peer southward. golden brows were narrowed as his gaze was affixed to you; slitted eyes more dilated than usual. wesker groaned, feeling your cunt pulsate against his calloused digits. his knuckles were coated with your sweet, addictive slick, and his nostrils were filled with the scent of you. fuck, it’s addicting. his cock’s too hard against his pants.

“albert i—, i can’t anymoooore,” you whined, hips bucking against his face. his response was what you expected from the male—him picking up the pace and cruelly ramming his fingers knuckles-deep into you. he didn't care if you were sensitive, didn't care if the pleasure was too much. his priorities were elsewhere, getting you prepared for his fat cock.

the moment his lips nicely wrap around your aching clit, you were coming undone; squirting all over his face and soaking everything near him. and wesker? he lapped all of it up, tasting and slurping every bit of you, getting drunk and high on your taste. he hummed in satisfaction, nursing your sensitive clit with slow, gentle suckling sensations, his voice buzzing against your bud. "a, albert—," you sobbed, hips spasming against his face. you're given a chance to finally catch your breath as he pulled his fingers out from your folds. "yes, pet?" 

he ascends back to level with your pretty face, and he prods the same cum-soaked digits against your lips. "you did so well," he cooed, watching you obediently take in his fingers. he muttered a swear, loving how docile you are for him. only for him. "do you think you're ready for my cock, pet?" he quizzed, the pads of his fingers toying with your tongue. it didn't matter if your spit was leaking from the sides of your mouth, he still thought you were the most gorgeous girl.

"i asked you a question, didn't i?"

"y, yesh—'m r , reahdyy, pleasheee—,"

a smile tugged on his lips.

"what was that? i can't understand you."

you whined, petulant. but you knew better. he'd never end his teasing. another garbled plea escapes you. "so pathetic, darling." his tongue cleaned up the dribbling spit. "but only because you asked so nicely," you huffed when he retires from you completely. you miss his warmth, his scent . . . you help him with ridding his pants, unbuckling his belt and fumbling with his pants. the moment he's bare, his hands are back on your body, caressing your curves and everything else that was within range. 

"legs up." he states. you were able to lift them, miraculously, albeit a little wobbly. your cunt comes into full view again—fuck—you swear you see his eyes dilate a little wider. so pretty . . he needed to ravage it. needed to fuck you full 'til you prayed to god. (him.) a thumb runs over your slit, and a glistening, clear string of slick that was neither his spit nor your cum clings on to the pad of his thumb. "fuuck—," he growled, using one hand to push one leg up to your chest, and the other to guide his girth into your slit. "put it in—pleasepleaseplease, put it—!"

a gasp interrupts you as he shoves it with one, harsh snap of his hips. he's so fucking big and thick, you could feel him against your cervix. it's only now he pushes your other leg up to your chest and you swear he sheathes in so much deeper. "breathe, pet. breathe," you didn't even realize you held your breath. you pant, holding on to his arms. "your pussy's so fucking—," he began to move his hips. slow and gentle, at first. "tight. 'nd warm. fuuuuuck—," his eyes rolled back in overwhelming bliss. you're fucking perfect. "hnnnggg—so deep," you watched him. well, tried, to watch him through lidded gaze, but the drag of his cock was so fucking heavenly. rolling your eyes was almost impossible. 

wesker's usually calm and composed—in control of himself. it's a rarity to see him so vulnerable like this, and he doesn't even know what comes over him. but he needed you. needed you stupid and fucked out for him. needed you to writhe under him. his hips pick up its pace, from slow thrusts to harsh, brutal pounding. it didn't take long until the slapping sounds of flesh grew louder, and so did your moans. your nails dig into his skin, branding him with your own unique marks of crescent. he didn't care. not a bit.

"need to—need to breed you," 

he grunts out in between ragged breaths and high-pitched cries, mercilessly ramming as deep as he could into you. you couldn't do anything but lay down and take it like his good pet, cries of his name were the only comprehensible thing that came out of your mouth. "gotta breed you. yeah? you like that, filthy girl?" his body weight replaces the hands that pin your legs down, and you could feel his mouth lapping up on your cheek and on the edge of your lips. your cunt spasms at his words—and you only nod. "u , uh-huh!" was your pathetic response. you didn't know that he could go any faster, but again, wesker always defied the norm of human uniformity.

"yesyesyes—fuck! you're taking my cock s, so well," 

your legs helplessly flail over his shoulders as he continued to use you like his own fleshlight. pleasure blinds you, irises receding back to the pits of your sockets. "only i can use you like this," not like he'd ever let his perfect girl slip from his grasp. "only mine. fucking mine." he makes sure you'll remember it with emphasized, cruel snaps of his hips. "yours! just yours—♡!"  good girl. good fucking girl. do you really think you'll be able to get this pleasure from somebody else? 

he continues to fuck you deep, loving how your cunt made noises that were just as obscene as your mouth did. there was no mistaking the twitching of your cunt, or the familiar pleasure pooling in your tummy. "think 'm close," you whispered so softly, wesker thought he hallucinated it. "think i'm gonna—fuckfuckfuck—albert!" your desperate begging was what confirmed it for him after. 

"go on, pet. cum on my cock."

he cooed before claiming your lips. he didn't shy away from filling your mouth again with his tongue. your eyes widened, cries becoming significantly softer now that his appendage muffled all of it. it's a shame he didn't get to witness it, immersed into tonguefucking that mouth. you gagged, tapping on his arms erratically. you couldn't breathe properly, couldn't even speak—but you were almost—

"mpfhhh!"

you sobbed as an orgasm was ripped from you, spurts of clear liquid squirting out with every push in of his merciless hips. he groaned into your mouth, unable to help himself from spilling his thick and warm cum into you too. just before you could feel yourself pass out, he thankfully retires that inhuman tongue from your throat—and you gasp, taking in a well-deserved lungful. 

"h, haaah . . what a messy girl—,"

he mumbled dumbly against your cheek. even though he came, it's like nothing even happened. his hips continued to rut into you, trying to bully the tip into that perked cervix. "gotta get you knocked up. need you . . need you pregnant," the thought of you and him being a family made him feel things. trigger his lust anew. you would be so gorgeous carrying his child, carrying his last name—and everyone would know that he fucked you and got you all knocked up. he wasn't lying when he said he needed it. 

you're too full—cunt leaking and overflowing with semen—and you can barely think straight. nothing else but just how much you love him and how much his cock split you open. "a, albert—i love . . love you. love you s'much," you cried, and wesker can't help but adore how vulnerable you are. "say it again," he demands, moving his hands to your ass and shoving his cock as deep as he fucking can with the extra push. the leaking crown of his cock finally breaks through protective flesh, and he's so deep in your fucking womb. 

"l , love— i love . . " you can't bring yourself to find the words to say. ever the unmerciful, he only pushed your ass up into his thrusts. "you love . . ?" "you! you! love you, albert!" you cried. it made his stomach turn. "such a good girl," he grunts through gritted teeth. even after his cock throbbed with overstimulation, his hips kept moving. kept slipping in and out of you, fucking you like he didn't just spill his load in you seconds ago.

the hypersensitivity makes him cry out louder than usual, whimpering your name again and again like a prayer. "you'd be such'a good wife. my good wife, all mine. fuck, i love you—," his admittance is practically what sends you over to the edge again, toes curling as you cum again for the nth time for him tonight. it's a pleasurable, burning pain, but you both can't get enough. wesker left open-mouthed kisses on your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears. he didn't mean to make his pretty girl cry . . 

"don't cry, shh . . . j, jus' take it. take it like a g, good wife, darling." it hurts—his tip was so so sensitive, and it didn't help that your cervix cradled it so so nicely but— "fuckfuckfuck—," can't stop. it would hurt to stop fucking you. hurt to stop pummeling that pretty cunt. he needs you like air. he could feel his own spit leaking from the edges of his mouth, but he's too fucked out to compose himself.

by now, it's easier for him to slip in and out from your pussy, his girthy, veiny cock completely lathered up in your slick. there's cream sticking to your skins, somethin' he'd lick clean after. and you? you're seein' stars. can't even rake your fingers down his skin anymore. so properly fucked stupid you can't even register his tongue slithering all over your jawline. 

his hips rut into you without relent, slamming down as deep as he can just to fill you up like a good husband should. "albeeert—," you whined. god, you moaned out his name so sinfully good . . "wanna be bred. wanna be knocked up. please please — love you . . . ♡," oh, you sweet thing. how could he not cum? when you're encouraging him to? when you were practically milking him dry? he convulses with pleasure as he cums. a lot too for a second orgasm. 

and his cum overspills. he's not too pleased about it—and after sloppy, unrhythmic thrusts, he finds himself plunged deep into your cunt, feeling your walls pulsate around him, feeling the sensitive crown of his cock in your cervix. "you're spilling lots." he growled, and you whined. "sorry—sorry . .  " you huffed. only when the rough thrusts ceased did you realize how tired your legs were. "you're wasting all that cum, pet. tsk, tsk." you feel his hold on your rear loosen as he tucked away the strands of hair that littered your face.

your chest heaved, and you finally get to look at his face. he was just as flustered as you are, a few droplets of sweat trickling from his temples, and—fuck, his pupils were blown out with such hunger and carnality. wesker closes the gap between the two of you again—devouring your lips and indulging both you and him in a kiss, albeit sloppy and barely qualified for an actual french kiss. he simply let you suck on his tongue. it was cute. 

even cuter when he began to move his hips brutally and cruelly again, and he could feel you struggle to suck on his tongue after. "mpf! mhhf!" you groaned, can't do anything else but take it like a good pet. a good wife. he grunts, not immune to the pleasure from his own ferality. you whined when he pulled away, trying to chase his lips.

"you're gonna be a good wife—gonna, fuck! gonna get knocked up. right?"

nod, nod. "yes! yes! 'm a good wife! your good w, wife!" 

you didn't question him or your new title, just going with whatever he wanted. you didn't even have half the mind to think. "if . . if you're—if you're a good wife, you're gonna cum on my cock." you huffed. could you even cum anymore? he clicked his tongue when you shook your head. "c, can't." "you can, and you will." he's stern, and so are his thrusts. his hands are back to gripping your curvaceous rear, and rutting into you like there was no tomorrow. it feels so so good! but—you can't. y'can't anymore. how many times have you cum for him tonight?

"c'moooon, pet. squirt on my cock, pretty . . "

wesker ensures that you're pelvic to pelvic, no space spared in that tight cunt. he won't allow it. "i caaan't!" you sobbed. "you fucking will, because i say so." he pants, feeling fatigued in his hips, and feeling another one rising quick. he whined, railing that creampied cunt, rearranging your fucking guts. "gonna be knocked up . . be bred," he grunts. thinkin' about being creampied again makes you feel so tingly. "right? right, darling?" "uh-huh! uh-huh . . ♡," 

with how harsh and how fast he was pistoning into you, it was hard to not feel an orgasm catch up. it was cummingcoming so fast you could only widen your eyes as the feeling began to swell in your tummy. "yeah? cumming? cumming, darling?" "don't stop! pleasepleasepleaseplease—!" you could only nod. with a few more bucks of his hips, he's cumming, and so are you. your voices mixing in a sinful duet as you've both reached your high. white blinds you for a moment, toes curled as you pathetically gush all over his cock. you're sure were gonna pass out . . . wesker kept his cock buried to the hilt, blanking out himself. he drooled, mumbling your name along with a bunch of swears. "hnn . . " you're so fucking full—you don't think you can take any more. 

you stay in that position for a couple minutes or so, before wesker gently clasped your chin, tilting your head to face him so he could kiss you affectionately. you're tired and sore, but try to reciprocate the affection anyways. finally, he lets your legs down as he pulls out. they're wobbly and quickly falls on the bed. "albert . ." you whined, reaching for his hand. he's quickly rushing to your side, caressing your hand and bestowing kisses on your knuckles, up, up, to your arm. "i'm here, sweetheart." whispered the blonde, covering your bare bodies with a comforter. he'll clean you up later. 

"you're perfect. did so well for me," he kneads your shoulder. you only hummed ready to succumb to slumber. you murmur out an "i love you." —- and you feel a kiss on your cheek, then your lips.

"i love you too."

+ extra. wesker breeding you. 

end.

A/N: hope this was to every wesker fan's liking. <3 THANK YOU FOR READING!

[azuli-bean]

wanted to draw something lol

[kathyrealmstales]

You should have paid them instead of trapping them on your gameshow, Frankie.

Based on this post I made

[maj-b-s]

Y/n: AHHHHH! *wakes up sweating*

Jason: Y/n!? What the fuck? What happened?

Y/n: I had a horrible dream just for a moment *lifting the hem of shorts slightly*

Jason blushs: W-what are you doing!?

Y/n: It's just that in the dream I had a dick and that scared me, because besides having one, I was also a wimp, that is to say, the business didn't lift.

Jason: What the f- *puts hand to face*

Y/n: Oh this was weird wasn't it? Urg! to talk about, I, um, Penis! Seriously your brother needs a better nickname and...

Jason: My Love less ok? And yes, it's a horrible nightmare *kisses Y/n*

Y/n: O-oh , three more kisses and I stop trying to defend myself. 😳

Jason: Haha ok love.

[fashionteahouse]

hi honey 💓 i’m feeling the holiday spirit recently. maybe some paul x imprint!reader fluff around the holidays? decorating the house, having thanksgiving or christmas dinner at emily’s, wrapping christmas presents, etc.? dying for some fluff with softy!paul :)

heyy hun good idea ! <33 hope you enjoy :)

4Æ - paul x reader

The string of lights dragged across the ground as you hooked them up to the outside window. You wanted to do if before the snow would stick to the ground.

“Okay. Plug it in.” you say as you step back.

Paul does so and immediately, the lights that are up on the outside window of the home that you both shared, shined as bright as you and Paul’s future. You both stare at it.

You start to shiver, forgetting for a second that you were outside. Paul was unaffected, just admiring the lights that were shining with his hands in his pockets.

He takes one arm around you and you feel his heat seep onto your body and you melt into him.

“Your hands are freezing.” he points out.

“I know. You’re so lucky.” you say and you both are back inside of the home. He only wore a pair of shorts and a lounge shirt. You had to bundle up just to be outside. He helps you take off your scarf.

He carried the box from the attic, the box that contained the Christmas tree that you both had gotten a year prior. You will never forget how much you got into the spirit when you two had done so. He even let you pick it out.

You pull out the decorations. He’s already setting up the tree and you help out with straightening the branches. The sounds that surround you two is the cozy talk and the crackling of the fire place in the living room.

You both straighten out the rest of the branches. You both hook the ornaments onto the branches.

“Spread them out, don’t put them all on one side.” you say with a chuckle.

“One side for ornaments, one side for candy canes.” he says. You playfully roll your eyes, “What type of logic is that.”

“I don’t want to find them. Last year, it’s like you hid them in the tree.” he states as he follows your direction.

“I did not.” you say with a laugh.

“Did too.”

“I’m sorry, it was you who ate them all anyway. Don’t eat all of these ones. I want them to survive into Christmas day.” you say with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah.” he says, displaying his own grin.

Taking out the star, you try to reach up to place it on the top, but the tree was too tall.

“You know you can’t reach it.” Paul says with a laugh. His hands are already on your waist, lifting you up with ease and you are able to place it securely on top.

He sets you back down on your feet. You pull out the tinsel and you both work together to place them neatly on the tree.

“Can we plug it in now?” he asks you once there was no more decorations in the box. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness.

“Yes, we can plug it in.” you say and he enthusiastically plugs in the cord and the tree lights up.

He pulls you close, “See, I’m great help.”

With a light laugh, “I guess.” He nuzzled your neck and you giggle a bit from it being ticklish.

You and Paul then put on a Christmas movie, you both sat and wrapped the gifts that you both went to buy for the pack.

“Who did you get?” you ask as you take a piece of tape and put it on the wrapper.

“I’m not telling you.” he says with a smirk.

“Come on. I won’t tell anybody.” you say. At the beginning of the month, you all had to pull a name out of a hat to be someone’s secret santa.

“I know you won’t. But, I’m still not telling you.” he says and he’s already finished. You didn’t even catch what he wrapped because your eyes were on the television.

“Since when do you follow rules?” you ask.

“This is the only exception. Don’t get it twisted Y/N.” he says and you both bubble out a laugh.

The night before Christmas, you both mix the cookie mix.

You hear munching as you grab some milk. You look at him with a chastised expression.

“What?” he says with his mouth full with a shrug.

“You know what. And close your mouth.” you say and squeeze his cheeks with one hand. He hums out a laugh.

“I’m Santa anyway.” he says and holds a cookie up to your mouth. You lean forward and take a bite. He eats the remainder as you chew.

On the morning of, he woke you up. You furrow your eyebrows, “Paul it’s still dark outside.”

He shows you the time. 4AM.

Your head flops back down on the pillow. He shakes your shoulder with a smile, “It’s Christmas.”

You take a pillow and put it over your head, only for him to swipe it away. You chuckle tiredly at his behavior, “Fine. Fine.” He jumps up and doesn’t wait for you to get out of bed on your own. He lifts you up and carries you downstairs.

The christmas lights on the tree lit up the entire living room. He turns dims the light as you are back on your feet.

“Open my presents first.” he says.

“Let’s just open ours at the same time.” you say. His face lit up at the idea and agrees, you both tear open the presents that were underneath the Christmas tree.

At Emily’s she made a huge dinner. Everyone’s secret santa gifts were sitting under the tree her and Sam had put up.

People threw out ideas of who their secret santa was at the dinner table. The mischievous smirk went unnoticed as you chuckle at the fact that people were dying to know.

Emily made it clear that the presents are going to be open after dinner. The boys ate fast, dying to see who got them their presents.

You read your name and lift up the present.

With a sly smile, you say, “Wonder who this is from.” You look around to see if anybody would give it away with their face. You were disappointed that everyone wore their poker faces.

Tearing open your present, you open a box and it had a glistening charm bracelet in it. You read one of the charms that said, “You’ll always be in my heart.”

“You were my secret santa?” you ask Paul in disbelief and he nods smiling.

“I should’ve known.” you say with a smile as you remember he wouldn’t tell you who’s name he got.

“I told you. I literally told you I’m Santa when we were eating cookies. I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out.” he says with a slight shrug as he clasped the bravely onto your wrist. He was rewarded with an open mouth kiss on his mouth that he had no problem in returning.

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The Secret of the Crown *⁠.⁠✧

rhaenyra targaryen x m!reader

alicent hightower x m!reader (one side love)

The gods could be cruel, but none more so than when they played with love.

You had grown up at Rhaenyra’s side, your younger sister and your other half. In your earliest years, you’d dreamt of the day you would marry her. It wasn’t uncommon for Targaryens to wed their siblings—indeed, it was tradition. You were told time and again that you were Visenya to her Aegon, the union destined to lead the family into a new golden age.

But dreams were fragile things, easily shattered by ambition.

When you reached your twentieth name day, your father, Viserys, summoned you to the throne room. Otto Hightower stood at his side like a shadow, his cunning gaze flickering toward you with satisfaction as Viserys spoke.

“You are my son, my heir, and I have chosen a match for you,” the king said, his tone kind but resolute.

You had barely heard the rest—only the name that tore through you like a dragon’s roar. Alicent Hightower.

It was Otto’s work, of course. You could see it in the way his mouth curved in victory, the way he whispered poisoned words into your father’s ear. Alicent was young, dutiful, and fertile. A perfect match for the prince who would inherit the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra had been the first to console you when you told her the news. She had stormed into your chambers, her violet eyes blazing with fury.

“This is wrong,” she had hissed, her fingers gripping yours tightly. “You are my brother. My future. You are meant for me.”

“And yet Father has decreed otherwise,” you said bitterly, your voice laced with grief. “What would you have me do, Rhaenyra? Refuse him? Bring shame to our house?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she cupped your face, her touch soft yet firm. “Then shame them all, brother. You are mine, as I am yours. I will not let them take you from me.”

You had kissed her then, for the first time. It was forbidden, reckless, and utterly intoxicating. In that moment, you swore to her that no matter what came, she would always have your heart.

But words, like dreams, could only carry so much weight in the face of duty.

The years passed, and you did as was expected of you. You wed Alicent in a ceremony that felt like a funeral. She was kind, gentle, and eager to please—a good woman who loved you more than you could ever love her. Together, you had children, your duty to the realm fulfilled.

But your heart remained with Rhaenyra.

You and your sister stole moments when you could—hidden glances, whispered words, fleeting touches that left you both yearning for more. It was dangerous, but neither of you could stop. The bond you shared was too deep, too consuming.

When Rhaenyra was wed to Laenor Velaryon, you stood by her side, your face a mask of stoic pride. But the way she looked at you during the vows, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, nearly broke you.

It wasn’t long after her marriage that the whispers began. Her children, while beloved, bore none of Laenor’s features. Instead, they carried the unmistakable silver hair and violet eyes of the Targaryens—a resemblance that did not go unnoticed.

Alicent was the first to voice her suspicions.

One night, the truth unraveled in a storm of anger and grief.

Alicent confronted you in your chambers, her green gown swishing against the stone floor as she paced. Her face was pale, her lips trembling with a mixture of fury and heartbreak.

“Do not lie to me, my husband,” she said, her voice sharp as Valyrian steel. “Rhaenyra’s children… are they yours?”

You froze, the weight of her words crashing down on you like a wave. Alicent stepped closer, her eyes blazing.

“Answer me!” she demanded, tears spilling freely now. “The way you look at her, the way you speak her name—it is not the love of a brother. Have you dishonored me, your wife, your future queen?”

For a moment, you considered denying it. But what use were lies now, when the truth was already etched into the faces of Rhaenyra’s sons?

“Yes,” you said quietly, your voice heavy with guilt. “Rhaenyra is the mother of my children.”

Alicent let out a strangled cry, her hands fisting at her sides. “You betrayed me,” she whispered. “You betrayed us. Was I nothing to you?”

“No,” you said firmly, stepping toward her. “You have always been good to me, Alicent. You have been a dutiful wife, a loving mother to our children. But my heart was never mine to give.”

Her face crumpled, and she turned away from you, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “You should have told me. You should have freed me from this mockery of a marriage.”

“And what would that have changed?” you asked bitterly. “We are all prisoners of duty, Alicent. You, me, Rhaenyra—none of us are free.”

She looked back at you, her expression one of resignation. “Perhaps not,” she said quietly. “But the realm will burn if the truth of this affair is revealed. You must end it. For all our sakes.”

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What if :3

[msfairygodmother]

HI HII!! I just seen something and it gave me this idea id make it sm better tbh if i were to continue but i just had to write this small blurb about it, its based off grease!! I feel like Sukuna would be a car guy and this is (imo) def something he would do like make the reader fall inlove then when it all ends its like nothing in a way because he doesnt expect to see her again but then BAM he does and when they see each other again he's lwk kinda mean in front of his friends and stuff. idk idk but enjoy this blurb lmk if i should try and make more of it id be down! -🧚🏼‍♀️

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You're The One That I Want

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It was a nice beach day with you spending every minute of it with your summer fling Sukuna. It was now evening, the sky filled with hues of orange, yellows and deep reds. The two of you were getting ready to depart, kissing romantically, he had his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer to him, the sounds of the waves and seagulls behind you setting the mood as you both pulled away panting slightly hearts beating in sync watching each other just enjoying the comfortable silence.

You knew this, would be the last kiss because everything had to come to an end eventually, after all summer doesn't last forever. Smiling at eachother he walked you to his car, a 1948 Ford De Lux convertible with flames on the front, which over the summer you came to find very fitting for him. As the wind blew through your hair as he drove you home for the last time you couldnt stop the bitter sweet smile on your face— it really was nice while it lasted.

As he pulled into the driveway of your summer home you got out of the car gently closing the door turning to him before walking inside,

"It was nice Sukuna, and thanks for taking me home" you said gently your face heating up as you waited for his response.

"Yeah baby it was nice, anytime" he said throwing a nice white teethed smile back at you with an added wink which made you fluster just a bit more, but he didnt comment on it.

You nodded before turning to head inside as you got to the door you waved at him once more before going in shutting the door with a soft sigh leaning against it.

Why does summer have to end?

[iceeclaw]

Halloween may be his favorite holiday but he can really get into the Christmas spirit

(border isn't mine this is for an art prompt)