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𐙚₊˚⊹ ceo!jungkook x assistant!reader 𐙚₊˚⊹

warnings ; sub!reader, reader calls jk ‘sir’, jk is a dick btw, public sex, degradation, overstimulation, you ride him and he’s so nonchalant about it, mile high club

prompt ; in which it’s just another day at work.

You’re not sure what’s more dangerous: being thirty thousand feet in the air, or the way his hand was already halfway up your skirt before the wheels had left the runway.

You’re seated on his lap, facing the empty chairs across from you, spine curved in a subtle arch like your body already knows what he wants from you. The jet hums beneath you but it’s nothing compared to the sound of his breath against your ear as if he isn’t palming you through your panties at cruising altitude.

Your white blouse is wrinkled and halfway unbuttoned, the swell of your black lace bra peeking through, rising and falling with every breath you take. His hand drags slowly up your stomach, pushing the fabric aside like it’s in his way, which of course, it is. Everything is, when it comes to him.

You whimper quietly and he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even spare you a glance. He simply tightens the arm around your waist and takes a sip of his whiskey, the clink of the ice echoing loudly in the stillness of the cabin.

“Sir,” the flight attendant says, appearing beside him like a ghost, voice perfectly even. “Can I get you anything else?”

He doesn’t flinch. In fact, his hand stays right between your legs, fingers now hooked in the waistband of your panties, middle knuckle dragging over your slick heat like he’s just testing how wet you are.

Without looking up, he replies, “No. I’ve got everything I need.”

The attendant nods, since you squirming on top of him is nothing worth noticing, and disappears down the aisle without another word.

You try to breathe and focus but his fingers dip lower, push aside the last scrap of modesty you had left, and you gasp, hips twitching forward.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, so low it barely counts as speech. The whiskey is warm on his breath. “So wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please,” you whisper, a breath more than a word. “Please, I-I can’t—”

“You can,” he says, mouth brushing the back of your neck. “You always can.”

He’s not wrong. You melt for him like he’s heat itself. Like his touch is gravity and you’ve never known how to resist it. Your hands are gripping the armrest now, thighs trembling as his fingers begin a slow, devastating rhythm.

You’re drunk off him; dizzy from the altitude, from how easy it is for him to pull you apart with just one hand and a glass of Glenfiddich in the other. He’s still sipping like nothing’s happening.

You let out a choked sound as he presses deeper. His fingers curl inside your sopping entrance and you let him. You let out another shaky breath which is more like a sob, and his fingers still don’t stop.

Your head tips back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as your thighs threaten to fall open wider, your dignity already somewhere back on the runway.

“You don’t even know how to sit still anymore,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear, “Look at you. Whimpering in my lap like you’re fucking starving.”

You are. You’ve never been so full and so empty at the same time.

God, you don’t know how this happened. Or… well. You vaguely remember it.

It started a year ago. A new job, a better title, a desk with a view. Executive Assistant to Jeon Jungkook, CEO of one of the fastest-growing private conglomerates in the country. You’d walked in with a pressed blouse and an updated resume, ready to prove yourself. No nonsense, no distractions, all ambition.

Apparently, the role had meant more than just fetching coffees and arranging schedules.

It had meant late nights in his office with the doors locked. It had meant taking dictation with his fingers between your legs. It had meant waking up in hotel suites with bruises you couldn’t explain to HR and an unread text from him that just said “bring aspirin. meeting at 8am”

He warned you the first time. “If you come into this office in that skirt again, I’ll ruin you.”

And you did. He kept up his end of the bargain too.

Now, months later, here you are; tens of thousands of feet above land, shaking in his lap while his fingers work you open. “Say it,” he drawls, “Say how badly you want it.”

You press your lips together, but the sound escapes anyway, a half-formed moan as his thumb brushes where you need him most. Your hips buck despite yourself.

“Please,” you whisper. “I want… God, I want it so bad.”

He exhales a laugh against your neck, amused and unaffected. His fingers thrust deeper in response, drawing another broken moan from your throat.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” he teases, “Wearing my name around your finger like it’s a secret. Begging for me.”

You choke on a breath. It’s true: there’s a thin gold ring on your right hand. It’s not a wedding band, nothing official. But it is engraved on the inside and he got it for you three months ago when he realized he needed to have some proof for himself that he was claiming you.

JJK is engraved on the inside of the ring.

“Open wider,” he commands softly, and your thighs obey before your brain catches up. “You don’t even think anymore when you’re with me, do you?”

“No, sir,” you breathe out. “I—I can’t.”

“Good,” he purrs, fingers curling just right. “You don’t need to think. You just need to let me use you.”

Your fingers clutch at the only thing you can find: his sleeve. The crisp, rolled cuff of his button-down is pushed just high enough to reveal the ink that snakes up his forearm, and your nails dig into it to anchor you to something solid.

You’re keeling over from the force of it, chest heaving, mouth open in a silent gasp as he pumps his fingers in and out of you like he owns you, even though you know he does. Not just your body, but your mind, your routine, your schedule, your every breath. You haven’t had a single thought that didn’t include him in months.

The muscles in your stomach coil tight, your head lolling back helplessly against his shoulder. His voice is the only thing tethering you now, warm and steady against your skin.

“Gonna cum just like this?” he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw as his fingers keep working you open. “My fingers inside you, my name on your mouth?”

You nod. It’s pathetic, really, the way your whole body trembles just from the sound of him.

“Of course you are,” he bites his lip. “That’s all you know how to do, isn’t it? Cum for me. Sit on my lap and make a mess while I do all the work.”

You sob just a little, gripping tighter to his sleeve, and then, just as your legs start to shake, just as you’re right there on the edge, he pulls out.

Your cry is instant and desperate but he doesn’t give you time to protest.

He brings those soaked fingers straight to your lips. “Open,” he says, and you do, and he slips them past your mouth, two fingers deep, pressing on your tongue with the weight of command.

You moan around him, the taste of yourself flooding your tastebuds, heat rushing to your cheeks. He watches you suck like it’s just another task in your job description.

“God,” he mutters, thumb brushing your lower lip as you hollow your cheeks. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Before you can blink, he shifts beneath you. One hand still in your mouth, he moves the other to his belt, unbuckling it with one smooth flick of his wrist. The metallic click of his zipper coming down fills the cabin with such finality that your eyes flutter open in time to see him push his slacks down far enough to free himself.

He’s hard and already leaking. Thick and heavy against his stomach, flushed a deep, angry red. Your body reacts before your mind does, hips tilting instinctively, thighs vibrating as you grind back against him with muscle memory.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop and trails them down your throat, then lower. “You want me inside you?” he speaks lowly, dragging the head of his cock against your slick folds cruelly.

“Yes,” you breathe, already delirious. “Please, please, sir, I need it.”

“You need it,” he repeats, almost amused, guiding himself to your entrance. “Hm. You’re soaked.”

With one slow, possessive thrust, he slides into you, inch by devastating inch, and you swear you see stars. He pushes in slow, savoring the stretch. Your walls clamp around him instinctively, fluttering from the burn, the sheer fullness. You can barely breathe. Every time it’s the same: that impossible stretch that makes your eyes roll back, makes your stomach tighten, makes your mind go blank.

You always think uselessly to yourself how you got to this point. When one of your friends asks, you give the same answer: It’s his voice, his touch, his control. The way he ruins you and pieces you back together without ever breaking a sweat.

His cock drags against every sensitive inch as he bottoms out, your walls struggling to take all of him. You feel split open, stretched past your limit, and still you can’t stop shaking. Can’t stop pulsing around him like your body’s already surrendered.

“Fucking tight,” he groans, burying himself to the hilt. His arm tightens around your waist, keeping you flush against him, chest to back. “You get tighter every time. Your pussy knows it’s mine.”

You whimper and nod helplessly. “It is. It’s yours, sir.”

He lets out a sharp breath, almost a laugh. “Damn right it is.”

You shift and the pressure makes you cry out again, a weak little sound that only makes him hold you tighter. “Shh,” he soothes, kissing just below your ear. “Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Just sit here and take it like a good girl.”

You lean forward, shaky hands finding his knees to steady yourself. Your thighs burn already, heels still on, skirt bunched around your hips. You start to move, your breath hitching as you lift yourself up an inch, before sliding back down with a choked moan. The angle punches the air from your lungs.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, dragging his hand up your stomach, over the swell of your bra. “Letting me stretch you open like this.”

Your head drops, hair falling over your face, your hips starting to find a rhythm. The stretch hurts so good, pleasure simmering low in your belly, your thighs trembling with the effort to keep moving. He groans behind you, “That’s it. Fuck, that’s my girl.”

Of course you’re his girl. You’ve always been since the first time he made you cum on his desk and told you not to get any ideas. Since the first time he let you stay the night but made you leave before sunrise.

Since the first time you said “yes, sir” and meant every word.

“Jungkook,” you whimper, bouncing a little harder now, every motion pushing him deeper, “I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, hand sliding up to your throat, resting there, just reminding you. “You’ll cum when I tell you to. Not before.”

You nod, gasping, tears brimming in your lashes. You’d do anything he says.

Your thighs are shaking. Every movement now is a pathetic, stuttering bounce driven by the maddening stretch of him inside you and the need building low in your stomach like a fire that won’t go out.

You should feel ashamed but your mind is gone. Fucked right out of your body and left hovering somewhere above the clouds with the seatbelt sign still glowing overhead.

You’re still moving. gripping his knees for balance, skirt hitched up to your waist, blouse half off, bra on display and he’s just sitting back now, fully leaned into the leather of his chair, cock buried deep inside you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

One hand rests lazily on your hip. The other holds his glass, the amber liquid catching the cabin lights in a warm shimmer as he lifts it to his lips, eyes locked on the way you move for him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “Bouncing like a good little fucktoy. So fucking pretty like this.”

You don’t even hear her footsteps until she’s already there.

“Mr. Jeon,” comes the voice, professional, not a hint of shock. “Just letting you know we’ll be landing in about an hour. Would you like anything else before we begin our descent?”

You freeze for a second but Jungkook doesn’t. He takes another sip of his whiskey, lets out a soft sigh and replies, casual as ever: “No, I’m good. My assistant is good too.”

The attendant offers a polite smile like she didn’t just see you fully fucked-out and stuffed full in her peripheral vision, and glides away without another word.

You should be mortified. You should be scrambling to fix your shirt, to pull your skirt down, to hide. But all you can do is keep moving. You keep rolling your hips in tiny, desperate circles that send sparks up your spine, because you’re so close. You’re going to cum and you don’t even care who knows it.

“I should make you stop,” Jungkook says idly, thumb dragging along the curve of your ass. “Should make you sit still and behave like a proper assistant.”

“Please don’t,” you gasp, your whole body clenched around him. “Please, sir, I— I’m so close, I can’t—”

“Of course you’re close,” he mutters. “You get off on this. Being used and watched. Being mine.”

You whimper, helpless, your grip tightening on his knees as you bounce faster, chasing that high like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.

He finishes his drink in one smooth sip, sets the glass down, then slides both hands to your hips, steadying you.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes, voice hot against your ear. “Be a good girl. Cum for me.”

Your vision blurs, your whole body spasms, and the orgasm crashes through you with white-hot force, ripping the air from your lungs as you fall apart in his lap. Still, his cock stays buried inside you and his hands don’t stop and you can’t think of a single reason to care.

Your body’s trembling, thighs twitching, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob but you don’t stop.

He hasn’t finished and he hasn’t told you to get off of him. Which, in his words, means you keep going.

Your cunt is throbbing, slick and soaked and stretched so wide you feel hollow and full at once. The orgasm is still echoing through you, nerves frayed. You grind down onto him with shaky little bounces that make your overstimulated walls flutter around him.

“Good girl,” he exhales. His hands grip your hips tighter,“You’re gonna give me another one?”

You let out a choked sound, something between a moan and a cry. “I-I can’t,” the words are already dissolving before they fully form. “I’m too—”

“Yes, you can,” he interrupts, dragging you down harder. “You’re gonna sit here and take my cock until I’m done with you.”

You comply with his request, chest heaving, face flushed and damp with sweat. You try to lift yourself again, but your thighs give out halfway through, and the angle sends him even deeper. Your jaw drops in a silent moan, overstimulation sparking like electricity under your skin.

“Fuck,” you gulp down saliva you didn’t even know you were holding, nails digging into his knees. “Hurts… feels so good, Kook. I can’t think..”

“I know,” he groans, thrusting up into you now, meeting your broken rhythm. “You don’t need to think. You just need to ride me like the needy little slut you are.”

That word makes you shrink under normal circumstances. It used to make you want to crawl off people and fix your blouse and hide in the bathroom.

With him, it makes you pulse. Makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back as your body begs for more.

“Keep going,” he moans, slamming into you again. “You’re so fucking wet. Gonna let me cum inside this perfect pussy?”

You shake your head up and down frantically, body too spent to lie.

“Say it,” he growls, hand tangling in your hair, forcing your head back against his shoulder.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you stammer out “Please cum inside me. Please, please, I need it.”

“Fuck,” he snarls, his pace snapping into unforgiving territory. “You’re gonna take every drop. Gonna sit on my cock and keep it all in, even when you’re shaking.”

“You were made for this,” he hisses, thrusts going sloppy now. “Made to ride me, to be walking around with my cum in you.”

And just as your body starts to tip into another high, another dizzying crest, you feel it. He curses loudly, hips jerking up hard one final time. Then he’s spilling into you, white ropes of cum painting your walls to a lethal degree, his grip bruising on your waist as he buries himself deep and stays there.

You’re still in his lap with his cock still inside you, thighs slick and trembling from overstimulation and the slow, obscene drip of his cum leaking down the back of your legs, soaking into the soft leather seat beneath you.

Somehow, he’s already fixing his cuff.

His other hand ghosts over your thigh to feel the mess he made, before reaching for his watch, tapping the face like it’s just another Monday.

“We land in forty-five,” he says, voice cool again, like it hadn’t just spent the last hour commanding your body into oblivion. “Fix your shirt.”

You swallow hard, nodding because it’s all you know how to do. Your fingers are clumsy on the buttons, fumbling through the half-open blouse you never managed to fully remove. He straightens your collar like it’s part of the routine. Like you didn’t just ride him through an orgasm so intense your vision went static at the edges.

He reaches into the briefcase beside him, pulls out a slim black folder, and places it gently in your lap (As if you’re composed enough to read.)

“You’ve got a briefing packet to review,” he orders, thumb brushing your jaw, then gone. “Be ready when we land.”

You blink and try to remember where you are, who you are beneath the wreckage of everything he just did to you.

All you can muster up is a nod.

As the jet hums quietly beneath you, your body still split open around him, you realize you do know how this happened. You’ve always known. It’s him. And you’re still not sure what’s more dangerous: being thirty thousand feet in the air, or the way you’ll always let him touch you like this.

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Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

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Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

🦈❤️Boyfriend!Kirishima ❤️🦈

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Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki

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Izuku x Reader | Headcannon: How Izuku Kisses 💋

Dabi x Hawks

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Hawks x Reader

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✨The MHA Boys Go To The Eras Tour With You✨

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Helloooo there!!!!

I'm bored and would really love to read some Lestappen fics-preferably full of angst and sadness. Any recommendations?

Do you have any favorite Lestappen fics? If you do, what's the name of the fic?

Anyway, I love your stories and can't wait for the next chapter!

~🥔

Well well well…

You came to the right place.

Me and my 506 bookmarks have been WAITING for this

First off, my own fics!! Read them all!! I can’t live without angst, any kestappen fic of mine has some form of pain

Angst:

Basically most of IsunstreakerI’s fics, I would say ESPECIALLY Search History

Oh simple thing, where have you gone by fallingprincess (I LOVE this one, is a little bit smutty tho)

Cats emoji, question mark by loyeism (magical au, I love it, it’s part of a series but you don’t need to read the first brocedes installment to understand it)

the prophecy by saltychips16 (if you want some GOOD angst, this is exactly your place I PROMISE)

glitch by nyoomfruits (OH YEAH OH YEAH, C F1 driver/ M web designer but Max doesn’t like publicity)

Never could be sweeter than with you by lestappentrain16_33

The Lasting Effect of A Word by Wolves_lover (like OUCH)

The ENTIRE ‘Made in the A.M’ series by Chandelier_s_Notebook (SOOO good, luv luv luv)

Picture You by MackMackMack (the entire trilogy actually, a lot of angst in here)

After the Crash by Shadow_Reads (I will ALWAYS love a crash fic. Always.)

Asking nicely by Astr_alone123 (I haven’t read this one in a while, but I’m fairly sure there’s a lot of angst in there)

safe by bumblewyn (YESS LAWDDDDD IT HIRTS SO GOOOOD)

And Everything’s easier Way Out West by AvusCircuit (OH YESSSS)

Bedside Manner by WeaglesandBrobeans (probably one of, if not my fav sickfix)

you make me want to cry(in a good way) by revushe (Jos…)

(where’s the trophy?) he just comes running over to me by Lady_Something (jealousy and FEELINGS)

Tap the Rhythm by prompt_fills (I honestly wasn’t sure if I should put this under the angst section, because it doesn’t quite wrench your heart out but it’s a near thing)

Winter’s Wrath by WeaglesAndBrobeans (this one WILL wrench your heart out, lestappen vacation gone VERY wrong)

An irrelevance (in the face of the eternity of the love of those who love eachother) by sunflwrs (poor/rich and the issues that ensue)

I Know Places by Tazza1993 (cat cafe owner (guess who)/ F1 driver, love it)

it’s always roses by mariahcarreyyy (HANNAHAKI DIESEE!!! I GI CRAZY FOR HANNAHHAKI)

slowly fading away by weegreenbean(ayebydan) (LOOK! It’s not even lestappen okay!! It’s Esteban/Lance but it’s SOOO good and SOO angsty it needed a mention)

The Nights Are Long (But It’s Easier Together) by f1writingbyme (Max’s apartment burns down and he has to move in w Charles, goes deep)

Pit-Stop Heartbreak & Healing by rb19lefttire (Jos and abuse!!!)

Not a sore loser by chibyL (crash fic, Charles is stupid)

All the stars We Cannot See by WanderingBlindly (oh it hurts so bad, literal heartburn)

But I’ll know by vigilanthey(oreob1tch) (Max’s trauma!)

Speak Now (Or Hold Your Words Forever) by What_Is_Deltraz_Doing(MysticMusings) (OHHHH YEAHHHH, basically everyone is kind of judging the relationship and Max spirals bc everyone is acting like he’s evil)

You’re also free enough to hide from me by morisco (they’re soulmates, but Charles has another partner so they want to get their soulmarks removed)

the wisdom of a fool won’t set you free by Doctor_whom (stranded, life or death and nobodies feeling good)

I loved you before I knew I was supposed to by 3_33 (soulmate fic where Max doesn’t know they’re soulmates but Charles does and Rivals to lovers)

I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm by multi21 (like actually painful, mostly bc I love Max and he’s hurting and then being MEAN bc of it but happy in the end)

Other favs: (most of these will have angst, bc I’m just like that, but they will be more sweet than anything)

I hope you know (I will carry you home) by Liraelearil

All those good times, baby, baby, I’ve been misusin’ by youngnbeutifluv (a bit of angst, but it won’t rip your heart out, mostly quite sweet)

Will o’ the Wisps by autumnapricot (quite a bit of angst packed in there, buts it’s also long so it all balances out)

loquarocoeur’s entire page (I’m so serious, if you don’t know her CHECK HER OUT!!! She got me into writing AND my lestappen dynamics)

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions by WanderingBlindly (super duper lovely with angst sprinkled in)

you hold me hypnotized, i’m mesmerized by cryystal_mOOn (Lezstappen!!! With Max being scared)

four espressos (and a lifetime) by makeamends (defo some angst, super fun)

there’s nothing sweeter than my baby by lecmilton1644 (light angst, Max starts a fan account for Charles)

I bet you think about me by dalsy (GP’s POV of their relationship ship)

Misunderstanding for three (can be angsty if you look at it correctly, mostly it’s just fun and sweet)

sweet nothing by foggystars (CUTEEE)

I Can See You (being my addiction) by sucka4love (LEZSTAPPENNNN and JEALOUSY)

I Was Lighting (Before the Thunder) by f1writingbyme (angsty, not too much tho but defo there, jealousy)

You can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour by beensinning (Charles has a toddler (Oscar) and it’s a sick fic, I don’t even LIKE kiddies but this is SUCH a banger)

you look so perfect standing there by shybear_styles (short and sweet)

no one likes to lose, know that I’ve got this by bluejay141519 (angsty, but not too much, fun and stupid)

not very subtle by bananasong (angsty, not too much)

Since we were 18. Or 16. Or whatever. By MsReyland (cute cute cute, fake dating)

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[minnesota-fats]

List of TMA fics I have ideas for:

Monster Jon being a twink and lifting Martin (crack fic)

Martin going back in time and being cool and wooing Jon (sort of working on this one) Here

Jon finds a cassette with his voice on it. (S5 Jon possessing a cassette player to get S1 Jon’s ass in gear!) (working on this one) Here

GerryMartin fic where they meet pre canon and date. Martin doesn't know what happened to his boyfriend, every time he tried to ask the Archivist she just would deflect. So when he gets the “offer” to work in the archives, Martin accepts. (Working on this one) Here

Spicy/NSFW fan art Here

Jon wakes up with memories of the future but brushes it off as a weird dream, that is until he starts predicting things before they happen.

Jon wakes up with memories of the future but brushes it off as a weird dream, that is until he starts predicting things before they happen. But include a fan kid they adopt during the eyepocalypse who also remembers stuff but since they haven't really lived long enough to have so many memories they know it isn’t just a dream, they make their way to the institute from Scotland where they picked her up. (On the back burner but working a bit on this one)

When Jon finds out how to escape the institute to blind himself he goes to martin. Martin doesn't believe Jon will do it. Jon physically can't do it himself, but he asks Melanie to help him out. They blind eachother much to the anger of Jonah Magnus. (Wrote a bit for this one, haven’t posted yet)

“Martin always made the perfect cup—just the way Jon liked it, even when Jon himself wasn’t sure what that was on any given day.” (Quote I made that I want to add to a fic but idk where)

Kid au. Annabelle and Martin go to the same elementary school. Jon is also there but in a separate class. (Just let Martin and Annabelle be friends)

Things I might not get to but want to see more of:

Jon finds out that Martin listens to the mechanisms and Jon panics and tells Martin not to watch their videos. And of course Jon starts acting weird. So Martin asks Tim and Sasha “don't know, but now we gotta watch their videos” Tim says. Now they find out their boss used to be Jonny, First Mate of the aurora.

Merlin TMA fusion where Jon is Merlin, Sasha is Authur, Martin is Guinevere, and Tim is Lancelot. Jon is tasked by the dragon to keep Sasha safe, though she is a lot more competent than one would think. Along the way Martin is crushing on Jon and follows him because the smaller man is so accident prone and discovers Jon has magic. Sasha and Tim are both knights and have their “will they, won't they” banter while poking fun at Jon and Martin.

Daisy doesn’t apologize. “I'm not going to say I'm sorry,” the hunter mutters, looking away from him. “It won't make things better, but what I do want to say is I know better now, and I regret what I have done.”

The reason Elias really sends Martin to work in the archives is because he thinks Jon and Martin would be cute together and is a jmart shipper. (Crack fic)

Slice of life fic where Jon is a middle school teacher, engaged to martin, the local librarian.

Georgie has Jon do the “spooky” readings for What the Ghost. That's it.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Master List for all my Fics!

So I accidentally deleted my old master list many months ago, and haven't had the time to make a new one. I am sorry about that! Hopefully this new one suffices 🥰 let me know if there's anything I can fix!

I can't really adhere to taking requests, but I promise I'm friendly; hit up my DMs and tell me all your wild headcanons 😈

Color key: Fluff, Smut, Implied Smut, Angst

Updated: May 7th, 2025

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III)

Two Can Keep a Secret... If One of Them is Dead (SMUT) (the long awaited follow up to Dreams Come True 😏) Ao3

Dream Come True (Implied Smut but it's pretty obscene) Ao3

Morning Friction (Smut) Ao3

Trying To Resist (Lot of Fluff/Implied Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Intro to Romantic Literature: Prologue (Professor Terzo) (Fluff/ Implied Smut) Ao3

Let's Get These Heels Off... (SMUT) Ao3

The Papa You Belong To (Implied Smut) Ao3

Songbird (SMUT) Ao3

Premier Amour (Medieval Knight Terzo) (Smut/a lil Angst) Ao3

Stupid Love (Cardinal Terzo) (Fluff/Smut/

Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Get on Your Hands and Knees Right Now (Catboy Terzo) (Smut) Ao3

Cast Out (Fallen Angel! Terzo) (Fluff/Smut) Ao3

Looking for your Cardinal? (Mentions of Cardinal Copia x Reader) (SMUT) Ao3

My Dirty Little Secret (SMUT) Ao3

My Only Ghost Fanart

Copia (Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV)

Call Me Little Sunshine (Could be read as any Papa, but I kinda had Copia in mind) (Dark Themes, Horror, Abusive Relationship/Implied Smut) Ao3

My Muse (Cardinal Copia) (Smut) Ao3

Taking Care (Papa Emeritus IV) (Angst/Fluff/ Smut) Ao3

This is a One Time Thing (Implied Smut) Ao3

Bundle of Joy (Pure Fluff) AoЗ

Now Paint a Pair of Eyes (Papa Emeritus IV) (Fluff/implied Smut at the end) Ao3

If you had Life Eternal (Cardinal Copia) (Fluff/ Touch of Angst) Ao3

HCs about Copia with an Antichrist Lover (Fluff/implied Smut)

Terzo AND Copia

When a Paradise is Lost (Angst/ Fluff/Smut/Friends to Lovers) Ao3

Paradise Found (sequel to above fic) (Angst/Fluff/Smut/Pregnancy) Ao3

[firawren]

My Beast/Belle smut master list

For ease of pointing my monster fucker readers to my Beast/Belle smut, here's a master list of all the fics and chapters I've written with some sort of sexual intimacy between Beast in his beast form and Belle, from most graphic/kinky to tamest.

Last updated: Mar 26, 2025

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ "Breeding a fresh start"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 11 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ "A scent there that wasn't there before"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ "He only lives to serve"

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 10 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 15 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 16 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Chapter 9 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️🌶️ "Scent doesn't lie"

🌶️🌶️ "Bull in a china shop"

🌶️🌶️ Chapter 8 of "Transformation"

🌶️🌶️ "Air heavy with the sound and scent of rain"

🌶️🌶️ "Warming up"

🌶️🌶️ Chapter 13 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ Chapter 9 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ Chapter 11 of "The Rose Brides"

🌶️ "Rose-scented bath water"

If you read and enjoy one of these stories, please leave me a comment! Thanks friends!

(Believe it or not, only about half of what I write is smutty, and only about half of that smut is Beast/Belle. So if this isn't your cup of tea, check out my complete master list for non-smut and/or non-monster stories.)

[blu3haw4]

Here's for you guys, a wrap of all the little stories I shared this year

Day 1: Home for the Holidays. The Red Bow

Day 2: Naughty or Nice List. Coal Stockings

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe. Okay kissy-kissy now!

Day 4: Snowed In. What Happened to Your Nose?!

Day 5 (X2): Holidays Traditions.  Sunny and Warm & The LAST Gift

Day 6: Secret Santa. Great! C 38

Huge thank you to all you guys who sent in these prompts and those I didn't end up writing. Thank you for all your reblogs and comments. Thank you @clexmas24 for organizing and sharing all of our stuffs and thank you to everyone who participated in any shape or form.

Love you Kru 💖

[thecapodomme]

ON THE WAY....

" I may have been born in these streets, but I refuse to die in them. I'm done being a product of my environment. It's time to become the architect of my own destiny, to build something that lasts, something that matters. And I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in my way, not even my own past." -Terry

I need you

A/N: Another One! Enjoy!

🏷️ You're it:

If ya'll FWM. @babybratzmaraj @tvchi @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @notapradagurl7 @browngirldominion @henneseyhoe 🥹

The fluorescent lights flickered in the dimly lit room as Terry counted stacks of cash at a table in the restaurant's back room. his mind wandering to the tiny life that Depended on him Just hours ago, he held his newborn son Terry Jr, for the first time. His heart was heavy with love he never knew could exist. But , now back in reality that seemed like a distant dream. He shrug his shoulders and reached up to stretch.

The door Burst open and Demetrius strode in, his presence commanding the room,. Terry looked up, expecting one of his crew to be barking orders for something new. But instead found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck, Meech?!” Terry froze in place his words demanded an answer. His voice was steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. “ You trying to rob your own brother, Nigga?”

Meech laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. Rob you? Nah, lil bro. I’m just making sure you remember who’s in charge here.”

Before Terry could respond. A loud crash echoed from the entryway of the kitchen, Meech’s head snapped toward the door, his fingers tightening on the trigger.

A moment later, a figure stumbled in the room, clutching a bleeding wound. Your usually vibrant eyes wide with pain and fear.

Terry’s heart stopped. The woman he had grown to care for, the one who had shown him a different path, was now caught in the crossfire of his brother’s madness.

“Meech, what have you done?” Terry whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Meech just grinned, a twisted expression that sent chills down Terry’s spine. “ Business, lil bro. Nothin ever personal , My Nigga. You know how that shit go.

As you collapsed to the floor, Terry Realized that he was no longer just fighting his own life, but for the lives of those he loved. And in that moment, he knew he had to find a way out. No matter the cost.

The room spun around Terry as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he tried to stem the bleeding from your wound. “ Fuck, Fuck, … No” He pleaded with God under his breath, patting you and holding you to his chest. “Stay with me.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Meech” Terry Growled his voice low and dangerous. “ She Doesn’t deserve this shit.” Angry tears welling in his eyes as they threatened to fall against your skin.

Meech sneered spittle flying from his lips. “Deserve?! Nobody deserves shit in this life. You think the world owes us somethin’, little brother?

Meech kept the gun trained on you. His finger twitching on the trigger. Your hair plastered to your face your shallowed breath making the strands move. The blood tinged ends once a deep honey blonde now dripping.

“We take what we want, we take what we need, That’s the only way to survive in this game.” Meech continues his voice loud and deepening with passion.

Terry looked at the sight of you. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. He couldn’t, No wouldn't’ lose you. Not after everything you both had been through together. Not when he finally had a reason to fight for something other than survival.

In one swift motion Terry lunged at Meech, Knocking the gun from his hand. The two brothers grappled on the floor, fists flying, grunts and curses in the air.

As they struggled, You managed to crawl toward the back door, your strength was fading with every movement. Reaching out, your fingers brushing against the handle. “Dammit…’ before collapsing once more.

Terry felt a surge of adrenaline as he landed a solid punch to Meech’s jaw sending him reeling. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the fallen gun and pointing it to the back of his brother’s head.

“It’s over, Meech,” He said shaking with emotion. “You’re Done, I won’t let you hurt none else I care about.”

Meech Laughed blood trickling from his split lip. “Care About? You’re so weak lil nigga! Yo’ ass will never be anything more than a Pawn in this game.”

Terry hesitated, the gun wavering in his hand unable to get a good grip. He knew Meech didn't mean it but something told him he may be right, in a way. The life of crime had shaped him, He’d followed in his big brothers footsteps, and molded him into the man he was today. Could he really walk away from everything he knew?

“I -I- Can’t do this no more Meech. I’m Sorry, “ Terry whispered, tears streaming down his face behind gold rimmed carrera sunglasses.

Pointing the gun at Meech. He took a deep breath.

“Do it Mothafucka!”

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

MEDIC! (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC) COMPLETED: Moodboard 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38 TW

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Epilogue

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie: (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC AU)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

BoB x Reader

Ronald Speirs:

Green-eyed Monster

Edward Tipper:

Warriors part 1

Warriors part 2

Joseph Liebgott:

Goody part 1

Goody part 2

Goody part 3

Bull Randleman:

He's the Boss Part 1

He's the Boss Part 2

He's the Boss Part 3

He's the Boss Part 4

David Webster:

This is for you

Eugene Roe:

Come Away With Me

Lena Riggi:

Lie with me?

Skip Muck:

I just want to feel ok again

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Red's One Shot Stop Shop 💋 Masterlist

A collection of my shorter bite-sized fics for your enjoyment. Smutty!! All characters are consenting adults. MDNI.

Hitoshi Gives You Some *Special* Attention

Being a Little Bratty With Katsuki

A One Night Stand w/ Hawks

You Ask Shoto To Sleep With You

You Catch BF Dabi Watching Porn

ProHero Deku Has a Breeding Kink

ProHero Katsuki Eats You Out

Dominating ProHero Katsuki

Telling Touya You Love Him (NSFW)

Stress Relief (Sex) With ProHero Shoto

Hawks Wants to Knock You Up

Ruined My Sheets | Hawks x Reader

Good Boy. | Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Make-up Sex | Reader x Dabi

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Bearitt's DCA AU's & Fics Master Post - Ao3 List

(Will slowly working on swapping out the rest of these links)

Faeful Hearts - Fairytale AU - Fae Sun x Fae Moon x Artisan Y/N

Ao3 Main Fic Listing

Ao3 Side Drabbles & Art (some chapters feature NSFW content)

#faeful hearts - tag for AU

#faeful arts - tag for tumblr art

Fazrule Fitness Plex - Legend of Zelda Crossover AU - Zora Sun x Zora Moon x Hylian Y/N

Ao3 Fic Listing

#fazrule fitness plex - tag for AU

The Lighthouse Keeper's Keepers - Semi Detroit Become Human AU - Android Sun x Android Moon x Mer Y/N

Ao3 Fic Listing - not available yet sorry!

#the lighthouse keeper's keepers - tag for AU

We Can Serve You Better - Cursed Royal Y/N x Royal Guards Sun & Moon (Mature - Nsfw)

Ao3 Fic Listing

Ao3 Drabbles & Art Listing

#serve you better au - tag for AU

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Bearitt's Planner

Writing Order:

Naga'na Let You Go

We Can Serve You Better II

Summer Daze

Faeful Hearts II

MerMay - The Lighthouse Keeper's Keepers (maybe some Fazrule)

Kinktober - The extended edition of what I made last year (so drabbles to match art, art to match drabbles, or continuations to chapters that people requested)

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My Rexsoka Week 2025 Master List

I admit it took me awhile to ruminate on the prompts, but once I got going I had a lot of fun with these, and was working on most of them until the last minute. 😅

Thanks to the mods for putting this on!

Day 1— When the Force Wills It

Prompt: Force Bond Summary: A few months after the disastrous mission to Malachor, Rex receives an unexpected summons.

Day 2— Under the Enlich Tree

Prompt: Pick Your Pollen & Jedi Knight/Clone Commander Summary: On leave on an unfamiliar planet, General Tano and the boys of the 332nd have a few days to relax before their next assignment. But when Rex reluctantly joins them, he gets more than he bargained for.

Day 3— Her Eyes Were Blue

Prompt: Imperials/Sith AU Summary: CT-7567 accompanies the Twelfth Sister on a mission to hunt down a Force-sensitive target, but events take a turn he could not have anticipated.

Day 4— The Date

Prompt: Fake Dating Summary: Fives has teased Rex one too many times about his repressed feelings for Ahsoka. But Ahsoka hatches a plan for how to teach Fives a lesson.

Day 5— Gone to the Dogs

Prompt: Modern AU Summary: Ahsoka and Rex meet while walking their dogs on a woodland trail. Awkwardness ensues.

Day 6— Something Worth Fighting For

Prompt: Devotion & Accidental Child Acquisition Summary: A quiet evening for Rex and his family.

Day 7— What Are Friends For?

Prompt: Friends with Benefits Summary: Ahsoka and Rex have come to an arrangement which satisfies both of their needs. Rated E

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MASTERLIST: Mr. Darcy x You

A Winter's Love at Pemberley:

admiring your two children playing in the winter snow

A Dance Beneath the Stars:

enjoying a day with your busy husband and ending it with a loving dance with thanks to his sister Georgianna

A Most Unexpected Surprise:

• Part 2

telling your husband you are to be expecting a second addition to your family

A Love Beyond Time:

your lovely wedding day with your Mr. Darcy

A Dance of Words:

your friendship with Georgianna Darcy leads to the beginning of your courtship

A Heart All Their Own:

due to encouragements from friends and family, you and your husband realize it's time to expand your family

The Dance of the Swan:

playing piano and dancing to Carnival of Animals XIII The Swan with Mr. Darcy at his ball

The Heart's Awakening:

an unknown bitterness sparks when an acquaintance makes a move on your close friend Mr. Darcy

An Affectionate Rebellion:

Lady Catherine de Bourgh comes to Pemberley to scrutinize the unity between you and her nephew

• Prequel- The Warmth of Home:

the joys of an aristocratic life with your husband and son Edward

An Undisclosed Love:

Bingley!Reader; You and Mr. Darcy confront the tension of the inexplicably drawing connection, marking the quiet beginning of a romance

Love and Tenderness:

your gentle, intimate wedding night with Mr. Darcy

Confession of Broken Hearts:

you cannot bear to see the one you love show tender affection to another, thus you urgently confess

Whispers in the Storm:

• Part 2

• Part 3

an urgent calling for you and your husband to Longbourn amidst a terrible storm

Tremors of Betrayal:

• Part 2

grappling with the haunting presence of your husband's past love

The Cost of Pride:

Mr. Darcy reflects on pride that caused the greatest loss

Tender Moments: Home with Darcy:

loving moments at home with your dear husband as you reflect on your union

Gentleman's Restraint of Yearnings:

coming across you on a walk, he realizes he is not at liberty to comfort you though he wants to be

Melting Hearts:

"I felt as if I were melting inside, and I might go on and on melting" - Joanna Glenn

Between Love and Grief:

• Part 2

"Love and grief, joy and pain. They're very close together. Or perhaps sometimes they're not even different things." - Joanna Glenn

A Fevered Return:

Mr. Darcy returns home to Pemberley to find his wife has taken sickly

A Visit to Longbourn:

Bennet!Reader; shortly after your marriage, you receive an invitation to your family in Longbourn

Jealousy and Devotion:

"Such is my life; A minute ago I was happy, immersed in a book. Now I feel a misery only violence could cure." - Kim Addonizio

Ripples of the Lake:

finding yourself in an unexpected lakeside encounter, revealing a surprising side of Mr. Darcy

A Family Announcement:

Bennet!Reader; telling your dear friends and family you are to be expecting a child

A Tour to the Lakes:

a journey to the Lake District with your dear husband

Tormented Love:

"- You don't love me? - Yes, but in torment." - Marina Tsvetaeva

Whispers in the Dusk:

"It is dusk. I want to know how to be close to you. Closer." - Else Fitzgerald

A Night at Netherfield:

"I was oversensitive. I'd been told this my entire life. It was a liability, my sensitivity, but it was also a power," - Suzanne Scanlon

In the Stillness of Night:

with footsteps in the unease of night, your husband Mr. Darcy protects you from any danger

Ink and Affection:

Part 2

"Writing to you is like kissing you. It is something physical" - Simone de Beauvoir

Damnable Eyes

"Eyes are full of language." - Anne Sexton

Threads of Duty and Desire

"I've been looking after people my whole life. Holding it together. Holding everyone together. And I've stopped. And I'm exhausted." - Joanna Glenn

The Quiet Observer

"Speak to me aching heart; what / ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself / weeping in the dark" - Louise Glück

Unspoken Years

“‘You talk as though I’ve had an amputation.’ ‘I think you have. I think someone has cut out your heart.’” - Jeanette Winterson

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Kiss fic snippets 💋

In honor of Valentine's Day, here's all the kiss fic snippets I've written so far for the kiss ask game:

💋 Anne/Wentworth romantic kiss

😘 Elinor & Brandon platonic kiss

💋 Elizabeth/Darcy romantic kiss

🔥 Wentworth/Brandon sexy kiss

🔥 Marianne/Brandon sexy kiss

💋 Belle/Beast romantic kiss

😘 Elizabeth & Lydia platonic kiss

💋 Marianne/Brandon romantic kiss

😢 Elizabeth/Darcy sad kiss

💋 Catherine/Henry romantic kiss + vampire kiss

💋 Anna/Kristoff romantic kiss

😘 Sophia Croft & nephew OC platonic kiss

🔥 Catherine/Henry sexy kiss

If you sent me an ask that I haven't posted yet, never fear, I'm working on your snippet and will post it soon!

Here's the list of kiss prompts if you want to send me a number + ship to write or use it on your own blog.