#fanfic I guess

[allpplareequal]

I'm going to imagine a better Minecraft movie because I know the real one will be even shittier than my freestyle faux summery.

(also it's animated obviously)

Part 1:

A person (Steve) (he's brown btw) wakes up in the forest with no memories.

He wanders for a while, confused

He enters a roofed forest as the sun begins to set

There's someone in the distance, Steve approaches

The person is a zombie, which turns around and chases Steve

He runs into a small crevice, and seals it with dirt

He sees some monsters through a one block gap as he waits out the night (optional encounter with a spider here)

The next day he wanders into an open field, and sees buildings in the distance

He notices moss, cobwebs, and broken windows as he gets closer

Steve enters the abandoned village

A zombie lunges from a house, but burns in the sunlight

Steve finds a chest in the house the zombie came from, there's food, which he eats

He explores more of the village, and finds a blacksmith

The chest has some iron ingots and a diamond

Steve ponders the diamond as he approaches a tree

A burning zombie hits him from behind

He jumps in the water of one of those farm thingies to put out the fire as the zombie dies

He limps back to the tree and punches it in frustration

The wood breaks

~Que discovering crafting~

Steve makes an axe and sword with the iron from the chest

He goes back to the first house he found and blocks the door and windows as night falls

The house has a bed in it

He lays down and gets some much needed sleep

Steve dreams.

He's floating above the village now bustling and full of life once again

He flies down and greets the strange looking villagers

He sees them trading amongst themselves

He materializes a block of emerald, surprising himself

Steve gives the nearest villager the block

He blinks, and he's back on the ground, powerless

It's midnight, and in front of him is another person

Almost identical, were it not for the thick beard, and the empty white eyes

"You really shouldn't bother" says the doppelganger

"Don't imagine this past, you don't even know what happened, and you wouldn't like it if you did" It sneers

The leaves of the forest in the distance wilt, as smoke rises from the village, and monsters creep out from crevices in the earth

"You have more important things to worry about"

Steve awakens to the sound of burning zombies and skeletons

-To be continued when I have more energy.

[importanthingsthatiforget]

You were pacing back and forth, your mind was in complete turmoil. Your heart It didn't even seem to exist, you only felt a great tightness in your chest, as if something had pulled it in and was now trying to suck out what was left of you. Your breathing started to become labored because of this feeling. You put your hand on your chest trying to control your breathing, maybe it would stop the urge to cry.

What was happening? Even you couldn't explain it properly. Everything was fine, we were fine, and now we are starting to fall apart over nothing.

They sat down on the floor with his back resting against the bed. Warm tears fell slowly down your face until they met your chin and dripped down your face until you finally dried them with your hands.

"I need someone" You thought "Anyone, please." You begged.

As if some great force of the universe heard your cries, he finally entered the room. He seemed to be searching for you like a madman, he seemed worried that you had disappeared out of nowhere. Slowly, he came to meet you and knelt down so as not to make you more uncomfortable.

Two warm pairs of hands went to meet your tear-soaked face, probably your eyes were already getting swollen. He didn't care about your sniffles, the sobs, and how you tried to apologize and explain why you were feeling this way even though you didn't know why.

- "Shhh, it's okay, mi corazón." His hands went down to your arms, stroking them to calm you down. He pulled you to lie against his chest. "You can cry all you want, tell me about it later. Just breathe, you'll be fine in the end."

And with that, you spent most of the time crying against his chest. Miguel was very kind and always tried to understand these relapses you had sometimes. "Everything will be okay, you're going to be okay, I'm here, we're here, I'm going to stay here until you get better, don't you worry." He would say and everything he told you seemed to come out of the bottom of his heart, because it was, it was all real, it was an oath.

[corrupteddoodles]

I did a thing

UNSPEAKABLE!John Ward by @trashprincedio

this came to me in a dream so I woke up and wrote it

The basic premise is Gary fails to bring more people into the Order. John’s a little angry.

“this is short” yes. i know. is this accurate to UNSPEAKABLE john? i have no idea, but it seemed cool so I made it.

——————

Gary was called into a room, just him, to have a personal discussion with John.

John was sat down on an office chair, his robe hood up obscuring most of his face. His eyes were narrowed, staring Gary down like a hawk watching its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and rip him apart.

Gary had failed to bring more Thralls into the Order, and more and more were realizing something was off, and left one way or another. John wasn’t happy.

“Uhm..”

Gary lowered his hood and adjusted his sunglasses. He gulped, and winced at how dry his throat was. It felt like sandpaper was coating the inside of his throat.

“H…Hello, Jo-“

“Take a seat, Gary.”

John spoke quickly, and quietly. A bad sign. Gary could feel the vessel’s rage radiating off of him in waves. It was suffocating.

Gary, however, followed his order. John spoke first.

“It’s come to my attention you’ve failed to bring more to the Order, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And somehow…” John scowled. “More and more Thralls have left, weakening the cult’s influence more and more by the day.”

“That’s correct, sir, but if you would let me explain-“

John looked up, his eyes narrowing.

“What explanation could you possibly have, Gary? You told me that you would make sure nobody would ever leave. You promised the UNSPEAKABLE. It’s not happy. Neither of us are. The Profane Sabbath is days away, and yet we are barely ready.”

Gary gulped, and sweat poured down his forehead. He rested his hands on his knees.

“I’m angry, Gary. Do you know what happens when I get angry?”

John rose an eyebrow and stood up.

“I’ll tell you. When I get angry…”

His arm lengthened and grew, turning into a fleshy arm with claws, launching it at Gary and pinning him to the wall by the neck.

“People DIE!”

Gary’s sunglasses fell off, and he coughed and gasped for air.

“P-Please, John…I beg of you…”

John leaned down, whispering into Gary’s ear, slowly and firmly.

“If you want to talk so badly, then here’s this. You have exactly 30 seconds to tel me why I shouldn’t tear you apart, limb by limb.”

[nettleshuttle]

my brain has just spewed out an incredibly tempting idea for a huge ass multilayered fanfic and rn i’m internally debating whether i want to go into that or not .

[neo--queen--serenity]

the man with a plan

[hwathwugu]

A classic western tale

[lyxthen-reblogs]

Desirée: I feel in love with my Ronnie at first sight because he came to defend me and he saved me even though he was a stranger.

Phoenix:

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[frownyalfred]

I'm seeing a lot of "ugh, so we can't even criticize fic authors anymore?" posts popping up on here and the ao3 subreddit and I just want to say, for the record: No one's saying you can't criticize (fanfic) authors publicly. They're saying it's rude and antithetical to positive fandom experience. And, yes there's a difference.

If this website was a conference and I had just spent a whole afternoon listening to a presentation on [unpopular fic trope] and after that was done, I got up on stage and very publicly told the audience that [unpopular fic trope] was illogical and anyone who writes it is woefully misinformed and should be banned from writing [relevant character], that would in fact be a dick move.

"But the canon character would never--" it doesn't matter. You're shouting down the hall at the person who just happily did a whole seminar on their OOC version of that character. "But I don't like that the author chose to make them--" good, you're well-acquainted with your likes and dislikes, time to find another fic.

We all run into fics and interpretations we don't like. But there's a huge difference between loudly talking about it on Tumblr where the author can see it, and just venting in a private discord or other group. Also, gentle reminder that this is a hobby for most writers and something they do purely because they enjoy it. Stop being massive dicks just because you feel entitled to a certain flavor of fanfiction you will probably be chasing until the Reformation of Krypton.

[promisingyounglady]

accident. | JP x Reader

PAIRING: Javier Peña x Wife!Reader

SYNOPSIS: we all make accidents. javier forgetting to pick you up at the train station was an accident. you forgetting to bring an umbrella was an accident. throwing a knife at your husband? you’re going to have prove that one was an accident to him.

WC: 3.6k

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, mentions of weapons and knives, reader throws a knife at javier *just read you’ll find out*, implied age gap, established relationship, javier is a bit older than reader, domestic au, slight dom!javi, mentions of food and cooking, profanity, bratty!reader, reader is mean but javier can be meaner, floor sex, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, handcuffs, cum eating, brief oral (f recieving), slight non-con, rough sex, praise, degradation, post-sex sweetness, not proofread.

AUTHORS NOTE: obsessed and mentally ill. so here’s slightly dom!javi with a ton of angst

A headache ensues in Javier’s mind.

He tries to combat it with the clouds of smoke rising through the air, the comfortable scent of tobacco and cigarettes filling his nose as he takes a drag from the stick perched in between his blistered fingers, this inhale, longer than the last.

Today had been shit. It really had. All day he had been cooped up in the office with stacks of paperwork almost taller than himself, tossed onto him and Murphy's desk by the higher ups, a high demand for deadlines with their patience being low.

Javier had been sitting in his office for almost seven hours straight, looking at papers with tiny writing and filing reports with pen until sensitive pink blisters formed around a hand that should’ve been driving and carrying a gun today, out in the field on a mission another team had instead been tasked with.

He’s getting old for this stuff, and he knows its true when he feels a strain in his back from shifting in his seat.

Maybe that’s why they shoved the paperwork in the old man’s hands.

Javier leans forward, grabbing his almost empty pack of cigarettes from his desk, deciding a fourth one was necessary for tonight.

“Javier,” a voice calls for him, looking up when he sees the new secretary holding the phone facing her chest. “You’ve got a call”

“From who” he says gruffly, brows furrowed. He lights the cigarette with his lighter, tossing it onto his desk and taking another puff.

“It’s your wife,” The secretary states. “she’s asking what you want for dinner.”

Javier stops in the middle of flicking the ashes, letting the cigarette sit warm in his fingers when he turns his head so he could see her correctly.

Your sweet voice calls out through the receiver, a chill running down Javier's spine when he makes out that it really is you.

“Yeah, Sherry, it’s fine if he’s busy, just let him know I called. Tell him dinner’ll be late tonight, at around 10.” you piped up sweetly, saying goodbye to your husband's secretary before hanging up the call.

She leaves after telling him what he already heard, but Javier is quick to immediately put out the burning cigarette and quickly grab his coat, making his way out the office.

“Peña, Where are you going? We only got a few more stacks left” Murphy calls out, hair in a mess from the many stressful tugs and his own cigarette nestled in between his fingers.

“my wife.” Javier replies, suddenly not liking the bitter taste in his mouth.

“It’s raining outside, you’re gonna get drenched” the blonde tells him, shaking his head as he took a drag from his own cancer stick.

Javier stops in his tracks, looking outside the window to see his partner was right. It was pouring out there, hardly able to even make out the cars in the parking lot.

Him getting wet was the least of his worries. It was you, he was thinking of.

“Fucking hell.”

_

You set the receiver down on the living room table. The ticking of the clock resonating in the silent house before a sigh finally escaping your lips.

Droplets of rain water cloud your vision, cheeks pink from the cold as water dripped onto your wooden floorboards.

Fists clench and unclench around the handle of the umbrella given to you by an old lady at the train station.

“A girl like yourself shouldn’t be alone in the rain, mija” she insisted, letting you take her frilly umbrella as her son would pick her up shortly.

Javier was supposed to pick you up too.

But after forty minutes of standing out in the rainy weather under a flimsy roof as you waited for his truck to pick you up, you disappointedly caught a taxi and drove home by yourself

You were returning from your visit to your sick grandmother. You were her only granddaughter who she called the week prior, telling you how she missed you and wanted you to visit.

Javier insisted you went, not wanting to hold you back and assured he would come to pick you up at the station after the weekend spent with her.

What a fucking liar, you thought to yourself.

You quickly undressed your wet clothes, the outcome of having to have walked in rain to find an available taxi this evening.

You're curious to see the look on Javier’s face when you make him beg on his knees and ask for forgiveness. Maybe you wouldn’t even kiss him tonight, thinking in silence as you prepared for dinner.

You definitely weren’t trying to think about what an excellent opportunity this was to be a brat.

—

Javier parks into his quiet drive way exactly thirty minutes before 10. That’s thirty minutes of trying to get on your good graces and pray that he wouldn’t be sleeping outside tonight.

When he opens the door to the house, his heart beats fast. Prepared to see you ready to lash out at him, he’s instead surprised with the aromas of spices and your homemade cooking wafting to his nose, unconsciously realizing that he skipped lunch today from how caught up he was with work.

Picking up your wet jacket from the floor, Javier slots his keys and sunglasses in the bowl by the entrance, hanging his own jacket as well before he makes his way quietly to the glowing kitchen.

The stovepot is on a low boil, and he sees you in a long t-shirt, one that you made sure wasn’t his. Your hair is damp, probably from a shower as you swiftly work your hands away in prepping the vegetables.

Javier mumbles quietly in a gruff voice. “You, uh, left your coat on the floor.”

Thwack.

An aggressive chop at the carrots replaces your words, each cut piercing louder like a gunshot ringing in his ears.

“Hermosa, I am so sorry.“ Javier begins sighing because he knows he fucked up real bad this time.

Thwack. You moved onto the chicken meat.

“There’s no excuse baby, I wasn’t keeping track after being cooped up in the office today.” he sighs, brows furrowing as big brown eyes stared into your back.

Thwack. Thwack.

The DEA agent flinches at the sound of the raw chicken being butchered by your swift, angry hands. You’re not facing Javier directly and yet he can already see your glaring eyes. He sighs, not wanting to fight you. He tries to lighten the mood, voice soft as he comments.

“Qué te ha hecho ese pobre pollo”

You don’t reply, let alone acknowledge your husband, continuing to brutally dice the chicken on the cutting board before turning around to wash your hands.

Javier watches you swiftly work in your kitchen, feeling sorry as he still watches you prepare dinner for the two of you after such a long train ride.

He moves forward, rolling his sleeves as he tries to help you . “Querida, I’ll help with the pot-”

The clang of the knife hitting the cutting board echoes in the kitchen, finally looking up to face your husband. Javier leans back, resting against the kitchen counter, arms crossed and gun holsters unremoved after coming home.

You try to ignore how tired he genuinely looks, reminding yourself you were just the same when standing all alone for that one hour.

“Y’know what Javier?” You begin, eyes watering and nose twitching in anger. Javier stays silent, staring at you with sincerity.

“Fuck you” you spit, pointing an accusing finger at the man. “fuck you and your fucking DEA work, Javier”

“Mi-”

“I had to wait forty minutes outside in rainy weather, trying to see if every car passing by would be yours.” you said, voice breaking towards the end. You felt uncomfortable waiting by yourself.

Javier shuts his eyes, forehead wrinkling as he tries to calm you down. He draws your name out in a firm but gentle tone.

You ignore him, replacing his words with your attitude. “You always do this!” you exclaim, voice rising.

“Leaving your wife and family second while you think it’s cool to go and chase criminals while risking your goddamn life.” You mutter, glaring at your husband.

“I didn’t want to leave you at the station all alone, honey. I’ve been sitting at my desk since afternoon drowning in paperwork the higher-ups dumped on us” he presses, eyes sincere but patience wearing thin.

You scoff, shaking your head. “So even stupid paperwork makes you forget your wife.”

Javier pinches his nose bridge, his head pounding as he tries to communicate with you.

You go back to cutting your vegetables, mumbling under your breath. “Who the fuck in Bogotá is giving you credit for slaving away all day trying to catch Escobar, hm?”

The words pierce through Javier’s heart.

Your eyes light up in fake sarcasm. “Oh, I bet it’s the fact that you’re too busy being a fucking doormat to all the younger agents at work aren’t you? What, Murphy said he can’t do his share of the work so he gave you his leftovers?” You spit.

“Hey," Javier snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

Anger gets the best of you as you turn to the cutting board. Grabbing the first thing you saw.

A carrot piece shoots in his way. Javier flinches, the food hitting his chest. Your husband stands there, stunned at his wife’s childish behavior.

“Go fuck yourself, Peña” you say menacingly.

“We don’t throw food in this house, mama” he barks, hands on the hips of his belt, gun and badge tucked in his back. He would never use them on you.

A celery stick slaps Javier in the face this time, making his patience hanging on by a thread even thinner.

Maybe he could whip out the handcuffs.

“Dont you fucking call me that!” you said spitefully, throwing anything and everything you could at the man who dodged your attacks.

“Querida!” Javier raises his voice at you, a growl in his words.

You felt the cold, hard material in your hands for a split second before you’re throwing it at him, almost wondering yourself why you were getting so angry at Javier.

You didn’t want to fight this bad, but at the same time you were sick of watching him work himself to death, forgetting about you. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this.

But you already crossed that line. You both stand in silence, holding your breath as you realized what you threw.

Now it was your turn to fuck things up.

Javier’s lip snarls and his mustache is in a scary frown when he shifts his head.

Only a few inches beside his face lands a dull potato knife, wedged in the kitchen cupboards above. It wouldn’t have worked on anything since it was unsharpened and unused, but the tremendous force you had thrown it with allowed it to have been lodged in the wood.

You gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth.

You both watch Javier slowly raise his hand, pulling the knife inches beside his head with ease before tossing it into the sink. The clatter of the metal blade hitting the sink rings in the kitchen. A swarm of guilt fills your chest as you stand still in fear.

“Javi… I-I’m so sorry” you say, heart beating against your chest, cautiously awaiting a reaction from him.

Javier dusts off the carrot peels on his shoulder, watching as his jaw tenses but shoulders relax.

“Come here.” he all but says quietly. You see Javier reaching for his back pocket, taking out his gun and badge and placing it on the counter.

That wasn’t what scared you.

What scared you was then seeing Javier pull out the silver handcuffs lodged in his back pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight of him playing around with them.

“Javi, I’ll go get the-“

“Come. Here.” Javier cuts you off, staring at you with dark eyes.

You swiftly shake your head, refusing to go. “It was an accident!” You exclaimed, dashing out the kitchen as you tried to escape Javier who was hot on your heels.

“Honey.” he says in a not so endearing way, a warning edge to his voice.

Tears littered your cheeks, knowing that you pushed Javier’s limits and that he would really punish you for how bratty you had been tonight.

You gasp, running up the stairs before strong arms encaged your frame, desperately trying to escape before shrieking in surprise as Javier hoisted you over his shoulder, a loud and painful smack being brought down to your ass by his strong hands. You grimaced, helplessly being brought to the kitchen in swift strides.

”It was an accident, I’m sorry, I was just so angry!” You wailed, groaning as your back hit the carpeted floors of your living room. Your vision was hazy, the dizziness getting to you as you saw Javier leave the room into the kitchen, and come back a few moments later. This time, he was unbuttoning his shirt, his forest of chest hair and strong muscles peeking through.

Javier took a deep breath, eying the way your t-shirt had hiked all the way up so your panties were showing. Your hair spread around your head like a halo, and he noticed how you clenched your thighs together in vulnerability.

“Some accidents need to be punished, baby” he muttered darkly.

You sobbed softly, nose red as you turned your head to the side, looking away from Javi’s menacing look. He didn’t mind, he knew once he was done messing with you, you would be clawing at his chest, begging him to fuck you properly while looking into his eyes. Javier leans down at your level, crawling on your body so he was on top and you were trapped on the bottom. He rips your t-shirt off of you, leaving you in your bare state with panties flimsy enough he could rip them with his teeth. Not today though, he had other things in mind.

He coos at your weak state, dropping his head so he could press a kiss to your sensitive neck, giving a small nip that made you yelp. Two large hands come to play with your nipples, pulling each one hard in between his fingers as you moaned hysterically.

“What did I say about being fucking mean?” He says roughly. He inhales your scent, smelling a sweet sense of fear.

“Carino,” a warm voice calls out, you can feel the grin spreading on Javier’s face. You cry in a mix of pain and pleasure when he flips you on your tummy, cheek pressing against the rough carpet material as Javier slots his hard member encased in his jeans, right by the curve of your ass.

“Answer me, mama”

A clinking of metal makes you cry out in protest. No, you wanted to say, feeling Javier cuff you behind your back like you were one of his petty drug thiefs. But a slap to your ass cheek makes you gasp, eyes shutting as Javier pulls your panties off.

”Being mean gets me punished” you responded softly, a pool of desire aching in your folds as you almost tutted your ass up to show him you were ready. “I’m sorry, Javier” you sniffled quietly, hoping he would hear.

Javier laughs, cocking his head to the side as one hand groped the flesh of your bum, and the other undid his belt buckle. The sound makes your mouth water, wondering if he’ll let you suck him off too for forgiveness.

“So you do know how to be nice?” He groans, giving you no time before his hard members penetrates your entrance, head turning back and eyes rolling when you clenched around his dick so well. “Javier!” You screamed, eyes rolling back in pleasure from the strong stretch.

Your arms ached, desperate for release so you could brace yourself against the floor for every hard thrust your husband would give you.

“Listen carefully, querida” he moans into your ear, humping you as you moaned loudly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, alright?” When there was no answer, he slapped your cheek again, this time echoing throughout the living room and leaving a red splotch on your ass. “Answer me.” He growled, patience growing thin from your pathetic wailing.

You grit your teeth, hating the fact that you were supposed to be mad at Javier for forgetting about you, and yet here you were receiving back shots with a stinging red ass.

”Yes, Javier” you said back, feeling his girth stretch your walls.

”Good. And once I’m done fucking my pretty wife, you’re gonna suck me off like you mean it. That sounds good mi amor?”

You nodded in return, eyes shut and panting like a slut from the feeling of Javier slowing down his thrusts, deepening every stroke.

“Yes, Javier” you repeated.

He smiled, kissing your neck sweetly, contrasting his hip movements. “Thank you, mama” he replied, cherishing your sweet moans and gasps as he went at a deeper, harder pace.

It’s delirious, the whole situation. You feel as though you’re on cloud nine with the way Javier is so possessive of you, caging you like a butterfly in his garden with the apple of desire.

You felt sinful. You felt glorious. You needed his release to fill you up so badly.

“Javi…” you muttered, tits starting to get carpet burn from being fucked against the ground.

“I know mama, you’re doing so good for me. Taking your lesson so well” he groans, sweat beading at his forehead.

You were aching and begging for orgasm, but feeling Javier rut into you so passionately made it all worth it. It dissolved any anger, any resentment from earlier because you knew how good he could take care of you.

“You’re so fucking mean sometimes, you know that?” he tells you, brows furrowed and concentrated on fucking the daylights out of you. You could feel the handprints marking your hips, wondering how many of Javier’s marks would be on you tomorrow morning.

“I know” you sigh, feeling a slap come down on your ass as you groan louder.

“You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes, you know that too?” you pant, squirming under your cuffs. Javier shudders, your walls sucking him a little too well.

“I know.” He says back gruffly.

Javier feels the knot untying in his stomach, too late to tell you verbally as you felt his warm seed leak inside, cumming first.

“Merida”

You were also close, loving how despite already coming, Javier was fucking you so that you could cum too.

”I’m gonna” you pant, forgetting to finish your words as you felt hot liquid threatening to spill from every stroke he made in your hole.

Javier whispers, pressing ticklish kisses from his mustache to your bare shoulder. “Cum on my cock, baby, you know what to do” he muttered, both of you groaning loudly as both your releases became mixed inside you.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” you scream, hair a mess and pussy aching.

You feel dizzy, used but happy, shivering as a large sludge of your cum spills out and drips down your thigh to the carpet.

Javier is quick to lap you up with his tongue, slotting his face in your ass as he filthily cleans you up.

“Can you get these off me, please?” you ask him meekly, relishing the feeling of your sensitive wrists when they touch the cool air.

Your husband presses a kiss to each one, marking your ass and shoulders with playful hickeys and bruises.

You both catch your breath for a moment, Javier turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, your sensitive tits perking up.

It’s all so sudden but before you two realize it, you’re latching onto each other immediately, hungrily sharing a kiss as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Hermosa,” he tries to begin, before being shushed by you, pulling him back in to lovingly kiss your husband.

Sure, rough sex was great, but god did you love just kissing Javier absentmindedly. You had to touch each other, kiss each other, that was how you two made up.

“Lo siento, hermosa” he sighs, wanting to get lost in your embrace. You smile, knowing that Javier is sincere. “Me too.” You reply, voices hushed as it was now later in the night, the neighbors probably aware of what had happened next door. A moment passes.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to suck you off?” you asked innocently, gazing up at Javier as your head rested on his chest.

He grins, softly whispering a later as he played with your hair, cock soft against his thigh as your leg nudges it playfully.

He growls, nipping your ear. “Behave” he says firmly, cheeks rosy. This time you listen.

“Who picked you up today then if I didn’t come?” Javi asks, reaching over to wrap a blanket around you two near the fireplace.

You smile, knowing that you can’t always listen to Javier’s warnings. “Just some cute young taxi driver. Asked me for my number y’know” you grinned.

Javier looks down, eyes darkening as he mutters softly. “Unless you’re gonna be a brat again, you better watch yourself” he reaches for your mound, cupping you softly so you moan in pleasure, still sensitive from the previous activities. He hoists you above his stomach, feeling your nails scratch his pudge and bend down as you give him a kiss. “I’m just messing with you” you giggle, a familiar feeling coming back when his bare cock is nestled by your thighs. “He was old. A grandpapi” you said, feeling his hands roam the flesh of your ass.

You press a hand against Javier’s chest, giggling as you peck his jawline. He rolls his eyes, hands wrapping around your waist instinctively.

“I missed you.” he mutters, feeling you up.

You smile, remembering how warm it is on top of your husband before you shut your eyes softly.“Me too.”

You look up, apologizing to him. “Sorry for almost stabbing you with that knife”

You feel the vibrations and sounds of a loud chuckle, Javier holding on to you. “It was an accident” you mumble, circling shapes on his skin. He knows.

You make up for it by leaning in, pressing kisses under the shell of his ear. Whispering how you’ll let him stuff his cock in your mouth again to get even.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’d let you kill him anyday.

[angela075905]

My friend's and my shenanigans 💀😌😔💖💪🏼

This GURL, really wrote a fanfic with TRAFALGAR LAW. And me. I I was weirded out but I played along with some parts

You read Left to right 💪🏼🫰🏼

[juliangelart]

Wow lesbians

[umasfanfictionsestranhas]

VIII

Já é tarde, estou deitada a olhar para a janela.

É tudo diferente, não costumo dormir com pessoas no mesmo quarto.

O dormitório está dividido com quartos para raparigas e rapazes. Já conheci algumas raparigas aqui. Mas há uma que me desperta alguma curiosidade, não sei porquê.

Chama-se Pansy, acho que é namorada do Draco Malfoy, não sei ainda ao certo. É magra, tem o cabelo preto e curto, quase como a Cleópatra.

Não sei, tem um ar de badass. Mas isto deve ser só o cansaço a falar. Tenho de ir dormir.

"Não consegues dormir?" - Pergunta-me Pancy, sentando à minha frente ao pé da janela.

"Não, mas não é nada de mais. É por estar a dormir num sítio diferente. Aliás não me importava de fumar um cigarro, mas acho que é melhor descartar essa hipótese nesta escola. E tu estás de pé a esta hora?"

"Anda comigo. Não faças barulho." - Não estava à espera desta.

Calcei uns ténis e um casaco para não ir só de pijama. Ela fez o mesmo.

Segui-a, sem fazer barulho como ela disse. Ela é mais velha que eu, é mais madura.

Subimos umas escadas e fomos parar a uma espécie de varanda por cima do dormitório. Ela tira do bolso do casaco dela um maço de cigarros e deu-me um.

"Tens um isqueiro?" - Pergunto, apalpando os meus bolsos à procura de um, mas sem sucesso.

Ela ri-se, mas um sorriso maroto e tira a varinha e diz Incendio. Sai uma chama pequena e bem controlada da varinha dela e acende-me o cigarro.

"Obrigada, nem me lembrei disso. Estou habituada a ter um isqueiro no bolso."

Não sei o que me deu na cabeça para começar a olha para ela de alto a baixo.

"Sabes, sempre que quiseres um cigarro é só pedires." - Diz-me ela com um sorriso maroto espetado.

A vibe dela transmite poder, controlo.

"Porque é que eu tenho a impressão que vai haver uma condição? Diz-me o que queres em troca?" - Começo a morder docemente o meu lábio inferior.

"Não sei, mostra-me como podes satisfazer-me." - Ela vira-se para mim enquanto dá um bafo no seu cigarro.

Eu aproximo-me dela cada vez mais e beijo-lhe o pescoço. Muito docemente mas com toques de intensidade que lhe faz parar a respiração.

"Então? Tenho direito a quantos cigarros com esta?" - Pergunto-lhe com o meu ar de safada.

"Nenhum, acho que foi muito pouco para me conseguires satisfazer..."

Eu começo a baixar-me, enquanto olho para ela. Desaperto o nó que tem nas calças do pijama. É um pijama com um tecido simples e elástico. Baixo um pouco e vejo que não tem cuecas.

Começo a beijar o seu monte de Vénus com as mãos dela entre o meu cabelo apanhado.

De repente, afasta-me por segundos só para tirar uma perna das calças e pousa a sua perna por cima do meu ombro, de modos a puder saboreá-la.

Ela roça-se toda assim que beijo os seus grandes lábios, todos molhados de prazer. Estava a ferver.

Eu consigo ouvi-la a gemer muito baixinho, porque não podemos fazer barulho.

Começo a usar a minha língua, a fazer movimentos que lhe fazem roçar-se cada vez mais na minha boca. Ela estava a escorrer. Queria beber aquela bebida de prazer quente que tinha ali á minha frente.

Vi que ela estava quase a atingir o orgasmo por isso fui mais depressa com a minha língua até ela explodir-se de prazer na minha boca.

Controlou-se metendo as mãos dela na boca para não gritar.

Levanto-me. Enquanto limpo a boca, ela veste-se.

"Então e agora? Já tenho direito a algum cigarro?" - Olho para ela com aquele ar de safada e ela atira-me o maço para eu apanhar.

Seguimos para o dormitório.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I hold the firm belief that if someone slapped Vil and yelled at him a little bit before he overblotted, he wouldn’t have gone haywire.

I think if they had switched how people reacted with Riddle and Vil, we would’ve saved two overblots. Riddle just wanted some comfort and recognition that he was going through a hard time and needed a hug. Vil wanted someone to keep him accountable.

Rook and Kalim gave Vil empathy and reassured him that he hadn’t made a fatal mistake, which would’ve helped Riddle calm down and think rationally. Ace decked Riddle to make him own up to his crimes and behavior, which Vil would’ve benefited from.

That’s what I’m doing in my first Vil fanfic. I’m having MC smack Vil into not overblotting. I’m having a bit too much fun.

Idk how we would’ve ever defused the Riddle situation… probably by pulling him aside and giving him a hug or something… Aww, wait, that might work and be cute. Awwww, I can see that. Tell me if you think so too and I might write it later.

Let your thoughts in the comments lol. Let me know if your excited. I like people’s comments. It’s fun

[unfortunatepoems]

Every so often I remember the untitled google doc I have of a little over 500 words of a William Taft x reader fanfic I wrote a couple years ago when I was bored