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cosmicblogs · 2 months
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cemetarywoman · 2 months
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Its come to my attention that no one writes fics about any of my interests so ill have to take one for the team and do it myself 🙏🤕
Ill take requests for:
-the chilling adventures of Sabrina
-ville valo
-jackass
-gotham
-motionless in white
-hamzahthefantastic
I will write:
-fluff
-smut
-platonic/family dynamics
-poly relationships
-fem/gender neutral reader (could possibly make exceptions for male readers occasionally)
I wont write:
-anything to do with Self harm, r@pe, or abuse
-obviously no weird shit like illegal age gaps, piss, or anything super weird LMAO
-i will not write angst, im far too sensitive for that sorry LMAO
-i dont like write the reader as a dom so I’ll probably do sub!reader only, sorry!! (Ill make some exceptions for this tho if i like the request enough lol)
(ill add more to this list later lmao but these are my favorite things atm)
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satan-666s-things · 1 year
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People I write for
❤️‍🔥Requests are open❤️‍🔥
Just message me privately or send anonymous request
the 100
Bellamy bake
John Murphy
Jasper Jordan
Monty green
Outer banks
JJ maybank I do currently not write for JJ
Rafe Cameron
Chilling adventures of Sabrina
Ambrose Spellman
Harvey
Nicholas
13 reasons why
Clay, Jensen
Montgomery, de la Cruz,
Justin Foley
Teen wolf
Scott McCall
Stiles Salinski
Isaac Leahy
Liam Dunbar
Supernatural
Castel
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
James potter
Mattheo riddle
Draco Malfoy 
Pretty Little liars
Toby cavanagh
Jason DiLaurentis
Mike Montgomery 
Extras
Percy Jackson from Percy Jackson, funny enough
Simon Lewis, from Shadowhunters, the mortal instruments
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gayaristocrat · 1 year
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Key: Smut = {s} Fluff = {f} Angst = {a}
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Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson x Male Reader {s}
Request: This is just me being a slut, like my name, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time. Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral. Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you
Eddie Munson x FtM! Reader {s}
Request: Omg omg I'm going feral over this but imagine an FTM reader and Eddie Munson but like. Eddie putting a pillow under Reader's back and pressing on their stomach while absolutely RAILING him---
Billy Hargrove
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {f}
Summary: How would Billy Hargrove be in an a-z fluff?
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Request: Hi I LOVED your billy a-z fluff if you are doing requests can you do another billy a-z but smut? Or headcanon
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Request: What do you think Billy Hargrove will do to help his boyfriend who is scared of sex?
Billy Hargrove x Male reader {f}, {s}
Request: Hi! Going off of Billy helping his bf with his fear of sex, how about Billy planning a beautiful night for his bf who told him they feel confident to have sex and Billy make love to them gently and praised them
Billy Hargrove x Male Reader {s}
Summary: While Billy was punishing you, you discover a secret about yourself you never know about. 
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Wednesday
Tyler Galpin
Tyler Galpin x Male Reader {s}
Summary: Tyler's boyfriend gives him head as he falls apart at the sight
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Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Harry Potter x Male Reader {s}
Summary: Harry’s boyfriend gives him head while at a very important zoom meeting for work
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Riverdale
Archie Andrews
Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader*
Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high
Archie Andrews x Mute! Male Reader***
Request: Reading your fics always makes me happy. Would you do a headcanon of archie taking his boyfriend who is mute out on a picnic for their birthday and just being soft to him and affectionate with some soft nsfw
Archie Andrews x Male Reader**
Summary: How would a date night with your heroic boyfriend, Archie Andrews, play out?
Reggie Mantle
Reggie Mantle x Male Reader***
Summary: Since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.
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American Horror Story
Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon x Male Reader
Summary: Michael takes a liking to the reader and falls for him. Michael wants to ‘question’ the reader, but things get more heated than they should.
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Michael Langdon x FtM! Reader***
Summary: Michael has a hard day at work, but thankfully he can come home and relieve his stress every day.
Michael Langdon x Male Reader***
Summary: Being tied up as Michael plays with you like his little rag doll was not how you planned your night to go, especially being denied and teased by him.
Michael Langdon x Male Reader***
Summary: Sometimes its good to just be an obedient little puppy
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Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina
Ambrose Spellman
Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader**
Summary: Could Ambrose Spellman really have found the love of his life or is he just another summer fling?
Ambrose Spellman x Male Reader***
Summary: What could possibly make Ambrose Spellman punish his sweet little boyfriend?
Father Blackwood
Father Blackwood x Male Reader***
Summary: Reader and Sabrina try to come up with a plan to get back at Weird Sisters, but he wants to do something bigger. But what happened when things take a turn?
Harvey Kinkle
Harvey Kinkle x Male Reader ** (angst to fluff)
Summary: It's time for Harvey's boyfriend to confess a secret, but will things go as planned?
Nicholas Scratch
Nicholas Scratch x FtM! Reader
Summary: Nicholas spends a special holiday with his boyfriend
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Supernatural
Sam Winchester
Sam Winchester x Male Reader***
Summary: Sam and reader both hate each other and they work out their frustrations together
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ofc-fics · 1 year
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I See What I Do To People (NSFW)
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Warnings: Incest, smut (not epic yall, r focused, self indulgent), lots of abandonment, reader kinda sucks but everyone loves her
Times change. Everything does. With witches, it was slower. Whole families separated from the mortal world. But sometimes miracles happen: worlds collide. 
Split families can be mended. 
The sky was dark and gloomy on a day so full of hope. A family apart from five young adults spread like insects. They dispersed then vanished into nothing, one at a time. The four kids and a teen were the only ones left on the property. 
Well, not quite. A single silhouette stood by a car not owned by a resident. Curiosity donned on a single mortal blonde. The three siblings simultaneously brightened and the boy's eyes filled with tears. 
The eldest took charge and raced to the vehicle. Her hand landed on your shoulder, turning you to face her, before pulling you into her arms. Cinnamon whisky and tobacco engulfed your senses. You brought your own arms around her. Tears spilled over your cheeks. You exchanged words for a long moment, obviously needing your older sister's permission. 
Zelda led you back to the house. Her ginger locks billowed in the breeze; your gaze remained entrapped on them. You hadn't seen red hair in over a decade. You faced the group as you neared. You stared at the blonde before breaking into a smile. "You must be Diana!" You took her hand and gave it a firm shake; Zelda glowered at your joined hands over your shoulder. Your eyes fell to her stomach. The boy stepped forward and he instantly held every ounce of your attention. Your entire face lit up and the very flowers at your feet blossomed; even the off-season herbs. Your hands cupped his cheeks and wet drops flowed down yours again. A smile remained glued to your face. "Ambrose," you greeted your son fondly, if guiltily. 
The tall boy leaned down and wrapped his arms around your midsection, lifting you from your feet. 
"Oh!" you squeaked. Your hands traveled, one to his shoulder and one down his back. You cradled him to you as he held you up. 
*
There was a lot of food, an international comfort tradition. You all sat around the kitchen table, Diana in her husband's lap.  
You raised an eyebrow at them, a faint smile painted on your lips. Ambrose had pulled a chair from the siting room and sat just off from the table, a little behind and beside you. Your full plate rested on your knees and you half-faced him. The family babbled pointlessly and no one bothered to ask about your time away. Looking at those around you, you took a deep breath and lived in the moment and the warmth of being with your family again. 
But it couldn't last. It never could. Lunch finished and the family returned to the sitting room. Ambrose remained attached to you, at the hip, though Zelda was throwing her weight around, elbowing her way to your other side. The couch was only supposed to seat 2 so you were somewhat pulled onto your older sister's lap. Your son continued to take up the majority of your attention, but your siblings tried to muscle in too. 
Edward and his wife re-told their meet-cute and your sisters were plainly bored while you were enraptured by the tale. Hilda reported on a new potion she was engineering. She claimed it would allow her to find anyone, anywhere in the world. You had your suspicions on its origin, though said nothing other than supportive claims which you felt deep in your soul. Zelda mumbled in your ear about the filthy novels her roommate had found an interest in, yet told no one. Your telepathic sister scoffed at the tattle tale before her focus slowly pulled to your thoughts. She flushed at the strength of your pride and knowing that you'd been waiting for the middle sister to find herself for decades. 
"Why did you leave?" Diana asked, gaining another glare from the eldest Spellman. You calmed Zelda on purpose with your hand, though accidentally with your laugh. "Let's not stir up that old drama. They're gone." 
Diana looked toward the cemetery behind the house, for Spellmans and autopsies left unclaimed. Her disapproving mother-in-law had just been lowered into the ground that morning so she could guess the root of the 'drama'. Nodding, the mortal woman let the topic drop. Looking at her husband, the blonde could see he had wanted her to let it go as well. It was worse than she thought. 
Ambrose touched your elbow to draw your attention next, back to him. "Did you visit Stonehenge?"
You flexed a stern eyebrow. "Did you visit the Vatican?" you reflected. 
Ambrose was coy as he turned away. He never wanted you to know the full story, and so you let the truth fade into his memories. No matter how much you wanted to know, you had little right to push yourself into your son's immortal antics. He had nearly 40 years left of his sentence and each year was marked by letters you sent on every special occasion. 
The sun touched the horizon and your magic was brewing again, seemingly of its own volition. You felt it when none of your surrounding family did. 
Hilda was off in the kitchen again, baking and cooking the evening's supper, humming cheerily despite having just buried her mother for the final time. Zelda was off preparing a spare room "without you knowing". Ambrose was clearly tasked with distracting you until Edward dismissed him to do so himself. Your only brother sank beside you on the same couch, though you were permitted to sit on a cushion now. "So, how long are you staying this time?" Anytime you visited back when the mortuary/home was owned by your now-dead parents, you never so much as stayed the night. Now that they were gone, clearly everyone thought your days of leaving home were done. 
You smiled adoringly at your older brother before turning your head to look out the window. 
Edward followed your gaze, then deflated when he realized. You didn't practice as they did. The moon phases and star placement and geographic leylines made all the difference when it came to your craft. He couldn't follow it well enough to follow or limit you, but he understood enough to follow a silent explanation. "One of these days..." 
You laughed. None of your family could control you, but that didn't stop them from trying. You were the youngest, if you didn't count your mortal in-law, though you were the black sheep. You were the most loved, though the most frowned upon. You bought into very little, borderline nothing, the family valued so highly. Your parents, your High Priest, even your oldest sister tried to alter your way of thinking, but you'd refused to change, to convert. Your father dropped to the ground, dead within a moment of you saying so. You almost thought he was faking, or being dramatic until he was buried later that same day. That was the longest you'd stayed in the Home until then and the longest since. Your mother had beaten you with mere inches of your life, and you'd lived that life, with them, for a month until Zelda first killed your older sister and buried her next to your father. You'd run away without another moment's hesitation, two years before your Dark Baptism. You only returned 20 years later, five measly years older, a powerful and capable witch of another brand. It wasn't for some time before your return that you understood Hilda was dead only temporarily. Your 16th birthday had passed without a hex or retrieving spell tossed your way, and you'd hoped they'd given up hope on you. You didn't return for nearly a century. 
It was the Witching Hour when you appeared in your sisters' room and interrupted their sleep. You'd had an enraged and petulant pre-teen Ambrose holding your hand. They started awake and sat up in their respective beds, taking in your young son and your tear-streaked face. You told them your son wanted to respect his family's tradition and craft and the boy vehemently agreed. He jerked his hand from yours and your sister nearly came out of her bed. They took him in and taught him their filthy ways. It broke your heart, but you left before your mother discovered your return. You started your letters that year. Untraceable yet undoubtedly from you, Ambrose read them out loud on those holidays. But he didn't respond until after the Vatican. He never informed you of his terrorist attempt, though you always seemed to know anything he tried to keep from you. You visited some years, though you only stayed when both your mother and son approved and when your mother swore not to start shit. Her vows were rarely kept, but she grew weaker and weaker with every broken oath bound to her power. 
The sun disappeared beneath the far land and you disappeared too, standing from the couch and pulling your jacket on. "Kiss that baby for me." Was all you said before turning into shadow yourself. 
Edward stared at the empty space you had just inhabited, wondering how you sensed when even your mid-wife sisters hadn't. 
The elder sauntered into the sitting room again, surprised to find Edward sitting alone. One shared look and Zelda sighed, shoulders drooping slightly. She wasn't even surprised. 
*
A decade and a half, and some change, later, a summons crossed your mind and the source was your blood so you were helpless to resist. You were home in an instant and you didn't pause for greeting, instead choosing to step forward and hug your niece. She held you back, just as tight, and it felt as though all was right in the world. The loneliness, your constant companion, faded for a time. You'd met Sabrina a few solstices back and you'd exchanged a few letters. She mostly had questions about boys and relationships.... Because parenthood apparently constituted successful love connections. Most of your advice consisted of encouraging her to follow her instincts and feelings. It didn't feel like helping to you, but she kept writing so she must've gotten something from your communication. Now, she had bigger things to discuss with you. 
"It's... about my 16th birthday."
You paused. All Hallow's Eve was her birthday and that was tomorrow. You smiled faintly. "Big plans with that boyfriend?" you asked optimistically. 
Sabrina stared you down until the brightness dimmed and you accepted that she was discussing her Baptism. You just hoped she wouldn't ask you to attend. You'd nearly been turned away from Ambrose's and you weren't sure you could face that High Priest, your brother's mentor and successor, and walk away unscathed again. 
"Auntie, there's a lot we need to talk about." 
Your heart sank. 
*
Your heart pounded, for several reasons. You sat at the more often used, though smaller, kitchen table. 
Sabrina hovered around, setting a cup of tea and Zelda's in front of you. She even started breakfast out of nervous energy. 
Hilda and Zelda descended the steps late that morning. You knew why and you'd have blushed if you'd been in the mood. Hilda squealed and barreled toward you for a swift hug before moving to stand by Sabrina. She seemed shocked by your niece's proactive actions. 
Zelda slowly trailed into the room. "You're here," she commented un-intelligently. 
You brought an eyebrow up on your face. Your eyes slowly turned to bore into your oldest sister. The chair immediately to your right slid from the table. 
The women's eyes all bulged while something clattered overhead in the attic. The ladies had never seen you power after moving on from their religion. 
One person left alive had, though hard footsteps pounded on the steps - and that person crossed the overhead hall, looking over the banner at you. "Mum!" 
You smiled up at him fondly. 
Zelda tried to sit across from you. The moment her ass hit the seat, a wave washed over her, leaving her in the seat you'd originally indicated for her to use. Her ginger locks were instantly frayed, borderline fried, and her faux fur was ruffled. Livid eyes met those of her youngest sibling, living or passed, and were started to find the stone buried within them. 
"I've heard..." The room began to tremble, the glass jars, vials, and china clinking against whichever surface it touched. "... disturbing news." Zelda looked around. "...of you." She met your eyes suddenly and showed a great deal of fear. "...killing my older sister." Zelda's favorite cup, the outer screen of the oven, the window behind where Zelda usually sat, and that stupid clay sculpture you'd formed with Satanic powers all shattered. The delicate shards transformed into sand, rose petals, or simply disappeared before they inflicted harm. 
"Vesta," Zelda warned in a low tone. 
"Zelda Phiona Spellman," you growled back, practically pushing yourself to your feet with your hands flat on the table. 
The ginger cowered in her seat. "What did you tell our niece?" she mustered the maternal strength to demand. 
Your stare didn't falter and you enjoyed her submissive reaction far too much. You sat back down. "Nothing. If you witness the Priest and his... recommendations, the least you can do is the same for me." You raised a cup to your lips. 
Hilda watched with awed pride. She didn't dare speak to Zelda like that unless it was well and truly necessary. Apparently, you felt her murder made it so. The blonde's heart warmed
Sabrina bravely took Zelda's usual seat. She was allowed to do so. "I'm not quite sure where to start." 
You set your joined hands on the table. "Then I will. A Dark Baptism will bind you to my sisters' deity. It will lock you into their religion." 
Sabrina frowned. "That sounds horrible."
Zelda went to speak, but you got there quicker. "There is an upside. A few, if that's how you chose to look at them. This is how you were raised. You know exactly the changes that will occur. You already have the shaky morals and your power can only grow once you sign. This is our family's tradition and our magic." 
Sabrina was deadly serious. "What do you use?"
No one said anything, including you, for a breath. That was the 30 silver pieces question. "That doesn't matter. I'm not a teacher and I made it up." Still, no one said anything. Your forehead suddenly wrinkled with compassion. "Wanting to sign the book is valid. Do you not?" you asked. 
Sabrina looked down. "I don't know. Something doesn't feel right." 
"Mortal influence," Zelda spat out. "Sull-"
Your eyes were hardly exceptional, but the ferocity of your sudden glare made your older sister mute. "I'll have you remember our brother had a very mortal influence and he remained a very powerful and respected Warlock."
Another set of teacups cracked. Zelda's eyes cast down in guilt. Hilda looked away too and you were even referencing anything about or to her. Sabrina looked touched at the reminder. "Now, you." You regarded the blonde. "Questions?" 
"Does signing the book mean I'll go to Hell when I die?"
"Yes, but the fun side."
She frowned, alarmed. 
"How the fuck should I know? Am I dead? Next."
"Is it possible my parents were killed?" 
You frowned at the question, but answered it all the same. "Absolutely not. I had the whole planet searching for an answer. It was an accident."
Sabrina nodded, finally accepting that answer. 
*
When Sabrina had all of her answers, she left. When only 3 sisters were in the kitchen, after a quick hug from your son, you released Zelda. You thought she would leap up, possibly hit you, but instead, all she did was light a cigarette. She offered you a drag, but you shook your head, leaning back in the chair. 
Hilda snuck up behind you, hugging you from behind. You smiled and put your hands on hers. Zelda flicked her ashes already and the ashtray fixed itself. The ginger smirked at you before opening her newspaper. "Was Edward and Diana's deaths really accidental?" Hilda asked by your ear. 
"No." They both look at you abruptly. "But I got the little Satanists. They aren't on the the fun side." You had your own wicked grin, none that neither woman questioned and both felt pride at your darker side just for family. 
"You're staying for the Baptism?"
You looked up at your oldest sister, eyes on the offense. "Wasn't aware outsiders were welcome..."
Zelda looked caught. 
It enraged you. You were not signing a contract just to see someone else sign the same rotten book. "I'll stay for the decision." You placed your feet on the ground and went to stand. 
Zelda didn't dare try her magic, instead choosing to straddle you. Her hands on your shoulders kept you back, but her weight kept you pinned. 
"Zelds-"
Your protests seized in your throat as she trailed one hand down your hair. The last time you'd been intimate was with Ambrose's father and he'd been far from kind. Your breathing shallowed and your eyes slipped shut. "Zelds," you whined, head instinctively following her tender hand as it trailed down your locks and away from your scalp. 
She retracted all the way and stared down to see you pout up at her. Your older sister cupped your chin and turned you to see your ecstatic other older sister. "Look, Hildie, our kitten's back." Her hand trailed down your face, thumb catching your bottom lip to pull it away gently. "Our little Kitten."
Hildegard caught you off guard and lunged forward, cupping your face. Zelda rested her digits against your throat as Hilda pressed her lips to yours. 
This was inevitable. You'd always known, if you'd stuck around, your sisters would always be your everything. Your love for them now came at a second to Ambrose, as you came at a second to Sabrina. But this was still everything. The way she held your face, the gentle massage of her lips against yours. The eternal, but now combined scents of your sisters wafting your nose back so many memories. You drowned in them. Kissing her back with a passion you drowned in her. The two of you moaned together and Zelda tightened her grip around your throat. Your whines cit off and gargled like a grunt. 
One of the baker's hands floated up to fist similar locks and pulled. 
The rough handling from the two of them left an obvious wetness between your legs. 
Zelda's grip on your neck loosened and you greedily suck in as many lungfuls as you could. "Hildie, do that again." Pale red locked trailed over her shoulder as Zelda tilted her head in observation. 
Your head jerked back and Hilda just kept going. Your scalp burned most deliciously and you couldn't restrain the deep gasp as your eyes slipped shut. 
"Ooh," Hilda crooned enthusiastically. Her fingers scrabbled for more locks to hold. 
"I knew it," Zelda gloated smugly. She leaned closer to you, knees hugging your hips in a way you couldn't forget. She eyed your lips obviously then re-placed her hands on your neck. 
"Now- now-" you attempted to protest, purely on morality. 
Her lips completed you before you had the chance. Your eyes slipped shut of their own accord and she moved against you in a way very similar yet os different from Hilda. Only when your lungs had been burning enough for colors to dot the nothing you saw, did Zelda pull away. She remained leaned in, though, the phantom feel of her nose against yours. 
Your pupils were massive, staring up at your eldest sister. Your breaths came in fast and they went likewise. 
*
You weren't out of your family's sight for a moment, from the heartbeat you arrived. They feared you would run away. You contemplated teleporting away out of spite, but were distracted by Hilda's smile as she pulled you into the kitchen. She showed you your mother's recipe for the World's Best almond biscuit. You decided to give it a whirl, much to the delight of your sister. 
You thought hard on how many you wanted to make, debating with your sister, very aware Hilda would be out of the house for much of the day. Footsteps taped down the stairs and into the kitchen. Just as it was before, Ambrose smiled wide at your continued attendance of the home. 
He was the one to break the tie, saying they could take the extras to Sabrina's baptism. 
"So, she said?" you asked, looking up at him firmly. Hilda tensed from where she stood. 
Ambrose stammered, not sure what to say as he wasn't sure the truth. That could be bad in many ways and your temper was frightening to say the least. You abhorred lying. You knew when he was lying. Fuck. 
"I don't know what I'm going to do!" Sabrina admitted as she turned the corner, entering the room. She didn't slow her pace, though her eyes lit up at the recipe in your hand. "Aunties, help me!" she pleaded. 
"We can't make this decision for you," you informed the girl sagely. 
Hilda smiled behind you. 
"Well, can't you-"
You nudged Ambrose. "Flour, the good stuff." You flicked your fingers at your sister. "You, butter." 
"Aunties! Ambrose."
"Hilds, when are you leaving?" 
"Cousin, mother is correct," Ambrose admitted, eagerly going to work with your newest whim. 
"I have 20 minutes-" 
Sabrina spun and stomped, going to leave the room. 
"You can't lick the bowls from your room, my love!" Hilda called after the blonde. After a hesitation, the teen re-entered the room. 
You'd paused in anticipation at her decision and grinned widely at her return. "I have a plan, dearest. Fetch me all the small bowls, mortars, anything for something to be mixed in." The girl set off. 
The routine was easy, remembered. You used to brew with your mother , and with Hilda when you were little and Ambrose used to bake with you when he was young. Mostly, he just sat on the floor, and on your foot, for you to cart him around. 
"So, 2 sticks of butter?" Hilda asked, not feeling right about those measurements. 
You grinned out the side of your mouth, the picture of mischief. "No, I'm thinking you should set out a few." You wiggled your eyebrows, leaning closer to your son. "Wanna experiment with your gran's cookie recipe?"
"Biscuit," Ambrose tried to correct you. 
You stiffened your face and straightened your posture, sticking up one finger. Ambrose sank, clearly familiar with this. "I am your mother. I am not to be corrected." The boy mouthed the words in sync with your voice and received a light pop on the back of his head for his antics. 
He turned his head to glare at you. "You want to experiment with the best biscuit ever? What're you gonna discover?" 
You held up your hands. "Maybe not the best, but maybe another good cookie."
"Biscuit," Ambrose and Hilda corrected together. 
"You're both wrong," you gloated, superiorially. 
Hilda huffed,  a laugh, dropping bulk amounts of every ingredient needed for mother's cookies and a few not. 
"Thought about this before, have you?" you asked suspiciously. Hilda leaned closer to you, smirking with a confidence you'd never seen on her. Your gaze dropped to her lips and suddenly desperately wished she would- Something suddenly latched onto your leg. Looking down, you found Ambrose sitting on the floor, his arms wrapped around your leg, head laying against your hip. You paused before smiling sentimentally. You rested your hand on his head, officially stationary. 
Hilda left with a kiss blown at the kids, and a quick peck on the cheek for you. 
The three of you came up with a dozen different recipes and you'd gone through all of the spoons in the house, letting the kids taste each of the dough mixes. You recognized the greedy leer of a child in Sabrina's gaze as she side-eyed the sheets full of freshly baked experiments. She casually inched toward a few of her favored raw dough when she thought you weren't noticing. Your back was actually turned at one point, courtesy of her favorite cousin. You separated the recipes in an old book, clearly yours, and Sabrina's hand eased across the open space. She hovered by one cookie and a snapping cracked over her knuckles. She jerked back and her hand was red. 
Ambrose turned around and smirked at the guilty pout. "Eyes in the back of her head. I never got away with anything until I moved in with the aunties." 
"You still don't 'get away' with anything. Or have you forgotten your commuted sentence?" You turned around and the book was gone. 
Sabrina rocked up on her toes. "Can I have a cookie?"
"You may gorge until you are ill." 
The girl grinned, fingers pinching to snatch   one. 
"After you finish your diner."
Sabrina deflated. "Just one?" she pleaded. 
You faced her, going about cleaning up. "Later." 
A smug smirk traveled her face. "I'll give you the antidote to Aunt Hilda's lust spell," she sang in negotiation. 
You raised an eyebrow. "My sister' magic, and Ambrose's, comes from a very dark place. Mine comes from somewhere very different. I'm not concerned with Devil Potions." You took a haughty sip of tea. "You've been eating raw cookie dough all afternoon. Now, out before you're tempted to ruin your supper." You watched her retreat with set shoulders and stern eyes. You took a deep breath and watched Ambrose steal more than enough for him to leave the room. "Give 'em to her. See what happens."
The mischievous boy paused and looked over his shoulder at you. At an expression related to his aunt Zelda in relations to severity, the boy ducked his head in disappointment. He wordlessly lamented at the sweets in his hands. He waited a whole minute, eluding to him thinking. He suddenly stuffed them all in his mouth. You barked out a laugh at the action before organizing the mess and grabbing a rag. 
Your sisters were almost out of Ziplocks by the time all the desserts were packed away and labelled. Of course, the names of the cookies were of your creation and therefore utterly useless for indentificational purposes. 
Zelda entered halfway through and she gawked at the massive amounts of sugar. Nonetheless, she smiled at the fact that you were here and occupied. "Good afternoon, sister."
You looked over your shoulder and smiled instantly, shining like the sun. You wiped off the flour-covered counter. "Hey." 
The ginger smiled, moving further into the room. She came to stand behind you, resting her hand on your back. A subtle tremble rocked your spine and you shivered. Zelda smiled at the reaction and she propped her chin on your shoulder. "What's this?" 
"The distraction you were hoping would come along," you deadpanned in response. 
Zelda smirked over your shoulder. Her hand trailed down your back. She reached the bottom of your shirt and her smirk turned devilish. Her fingers wiggled, loosely curling them up under your shirt. She ran her skin along your, just above your pants' waistline. You shivered again. Her delightful laugh rang like a bell in your ear; then her voice did. "Hilda and I have errands to run and preparations for the Baptism to finish." 
"She decided?" you asked, turning your head slightly to Zelda. 
"It isn't a decision. Like you said, you can't teach her and, without magic, she'll age as a human or be Hunted down."
"And that's her decision."
Zelda raised her nose. "In any event, see to it that she doesn't leave the house until after sunset."
"You're not my mother," you quipped. 
Zelda froze halfway to the door. She slowly traveled back to you, a predatory glare threatening to consume you. "No..." she drawled, walking back where she was before, behind you. Taking the lesson gleaned from her younger  sister, she knotted her fingers in your hair and she pulled. She stared down at your stretched face smugly. "No, I'm your older sister." 
You leaned away from her hand and ghosted your lips just away from hers. "And that's always meant so much in the ways of obedience." You laughed darkly, deep in your throat. 
An enraged fire lit within the woman, but she was on a deadline. She viciously attacked your lips and took your breath, gulping down every gasp and moan which ripped from your throat. She pulled the slightest bit harder and you whined, the sound quickly fading into a moan. You accidentally bit her lip and she pulled away. You were dazed and oxygen deprived. Your swollen lips were pried apart and consumed again. She had wandering hands and she squeezed your backside. It sent a jolt to your heat. 
You pulled away defiantly. Both of your chests were heaving, and you allowed each other to see as you both calmed down then Zelda was gone. She cleaned the lines of her makeup effortlessly and entered the sitting room where Ambrose and Sabrina were talking. "Hilda and I will be out of the house, preparing so you're to remain here with Ambrose and Vesta. You should read your verses. And you, Vesta will watch Sabrina with you and aid her in her way; you keep an eye on Vesta." She nodded one good time and Ambrose understood. Keep you both in the house. 
*
It didn't take long for Sabrina to decide to go out. She planned with Harvey to go to Roz's party and you got roped into helping her prepare. You mentioned how little you partied in your day and even now, but Sabrina insisted she wanted your help. You paused at the dress hung up on her wall and smile at the sentimental energy floating off of it. You weren't sure what or who's it was but you felt it would strengthen Sabrina. She got into it and was the prettiest flower, a little lily, ready to bloom her petals. You used little makeup, but a bit of yellow on her eyelids to compliment her blonde locks and dark pink lips. You straightened her hair slowly and carefully so as not to burn her and it came out looking pretty clean, framing her face beautifully. Not that her light curls weren't beautiful. 
You and your niece walked down the steps to find Ambrose with a vaguely attractive boy. He was stunned by your beautiful niece and you grinned at him while standing beside Ambrose. "She looks lovely." 
"She looks like her mum," Ambrose answered, sentimental as well. 
The boy stumbled up to her and babbled every sentiment he could. 
You rolled your eyes. "Get out, honestly. Seriously, before my sisters get home." You gestured them out, following with flaring fingers. 
"Sisters?" the boy asked as his girlfriend ushered him out. 
"Yeah, Harvey, aunt Vesta; Auntie, this is Harvey, my boyfriend." She flashed you a grin then she was down the foyer. 
"Don't be like me!" you shouted as the door shut behind them. 
Ambrose pouted at you. 
"Ohh," you huffed. "Baby...." You walked over to him and the two of you locked arms. You sat in the sitting room and talked for hours. Then, Hilda and Zelda came home. They scoured the house before saying a word to you or Ambrose. 
"Have either of you seen Sabrina?" Hilda asked worriedly. She clearly didn't think you two would let her leave after Zelda's instructions. 
"A birthday party for her, from her friends," Ambrose admitted guiltily. He caved immediately, the coward. 
"And two fully grown witches couldn't stop her?!" Zelda demanded from the door to the mortuary. She stomped into the room and Ambrose retreated. He raced up the steps and you were left to face your kin alone. 
You rose from your seat, standing tall. "It's her decision," you repeated that infamous phrase you'd mantra'd since your return. 
Zelda glowered. She could've breathed smoke from her nose, but instead she stepped over to you too quickly, too easily. 
"She will meet you there, she said," you amended. 
"Enough." Zelda threw her clutch on the couch and growled low in her throat. "If you'll not be of aid, you're a hindrance!" She grabbed your throat, dragging you closer to her. 
"Zelda, your blood pressure!" Hilda urged her older sister to have care. 
"You will remain here until after the Baptism and we'll deal with you then. And execute your punishment." She grinned wickedly at you, letting you know whatever she did, she'd take great pleasure in it. 
You didn't speak. You were absurdly arrogant about your capabilities to resist their magic, but even you had limits and weaknesses. Your sisters were two big ones. So when Zelda threw you down on the adjacent couch, you paid no mind to the foreign words spilling from her lips. And then you were sinking down, into the couch's softness, the nights temptation, the darkness of your mind. You rested good and well, needing it. 
*
You were trapped in a deep sleep with your magic turned off and muffled beneath a thousand magic pillows. A spell tried to ignite in your body, but the sleep pushed it down until it fizzled out. 
*
You slowly came around, when you finally did. You were warm and your brain moved as if held by tar. You felt your magic, muted and silenced, like hands around a snuffed wick. You slowly blinked awake, trying to fight the heavy pain behind your eyes. A hand moved along your hair, an attempt at soothing, but you simply found it suffocating. You jerked away, inadvertently grunting at the effort. Your center of gravity readjusted as you landed and you slowly lifted yourself. 
"Mother- calm- don't!" your son attempted to scold you as you rose against his advice. 
Your ankles threatened to roll as you rose to your feet, but you stumbled through the house you grew up in with only mild confusion. 
A shout from outside drew both of your attentions and you both jerked to look at the door. Your son made for the voice, but you called, "Boy." and he returned to sling your arm over his shoulder. You moved down the stairs as quickly as you could, you moving your legs as best you could. You were summoning your powers inside you, trying to break through the blanket attempting to suppress you. You managed to open the door telekinetically and the two of you stepped onto the lawn. 
Sabrina was in her slip, running toward the house. She was caked in mud and the three of you met in the middle of the yard. 
"You won't believe what happened!" the blonde wheezed out, bent over. 
The cult-coven moved in behind her, the High Priest leading his flock. 
Sabrina stared at the moon above her, the deadline of this ritual. She refused. As cults always do, he was enraged at the refusal. he turned to his pet orphans and the three attempted to summon a hex for obedience. 
You shoved yourself off of Ambrose. "This is Spellman property. You will not harm a member of this family on their own property, if I must drive you out myself!" you shouted much like Sabrina, gesturing her back with a hand on her shoulder. 
The three witches honed their chanting on you. 
You glowered at the whole damn coven. "Boom, bitches." A mist rose in the air, then lifted further into the sky. It moved fast, too fast. A loud crack pierced the air and the spots of empty land between the witches were struck by lightning, perfectly in the center. If that wasn't a show of precision, you didn't know what you could try to prove your capabilities. "Get the fuck off my land," you demanded, a fire in your eyes. 
The High Priest couldn't face the Spellman family and win, the others would help with how diminished you were. Your bare feet ensured a deep connection to the earth and you could conduct as much magic as needed when you were set up properly. He made an indifferent face and turned away. The coven followed. 
Zelda stormed past you, and Sabrina, and Ambrose. She made a beeline for the door. Ambrose helped Sabrina and you bent over, spent despite your limits. Hilda made for you and you clung to the blonde. "What happened?" 
"Sabrina couldn't go through with it." She said it as though she were expecting that result. 
You gathered your strength again as you approached the house, trying to gain some independence before entering your sister's domain. 
The family dispersed throughout the house and Hilda tended to you. You suspected she needed something else to focus on to deal with the major plot twist. You didn't drink anything and you didn't speak, but Hilda wouldn't be deterred. She determinedly maneuvered you until you were in her and Zelda's shared room. You smiled at the same room they always shared. You remembered sneaking in when their beds had been much shorter and you didn't want to sleep alone. Hilda loved having someone to cuddle with as well and Zelda would pretend she was burdened by your needs, but they loved you and they accommodated you anyway. 
You stood at the foot of Hilda's bed, watching her go about undressing and cleaning her face of her makeup. The door to their personal bathroom opened and Zelda emerged from the room. She smiled faintly at the sight of you within those walls again. She passed her own bed to reach for you. Hilda watched with her own peace as you seemingly completed the puzzle between the three of you. 
Zelda's painted fingertips tipped your chin up so you looked up at her. She twiddled your hair and relaxed as she took you in. "And which will you be sleeping with tonight?" she asked, as if she didn't already know the solution. 
You still played coy. She was getting old, perhaps she had forgotten. "You know I can't stand sleeping with someone." 
Your older sister smirked knowingly. She knew. The beds moved in unison to meet in the middle of the back wall. Green eyes stared down at you and, despite the wickedness in her face, you saw the delight in her eyes. You saw how happy she was in that moment, and you knew how sad she'd be when you next left. You opened your mouth to remind her you weren't staying the night, the decision made, but your center of gravity was flung over on top of the beds, right in the middle. Not the most comfortable, but Hilda got onto the bed next, and she had not changed into night clothes, though she still wore her undergarments. Zelda snapped her fingers, the most efficient (impatient) of you three, and she was naked. You were the only one on your back and you were a bit anxious about that, but you also wore the most clothes. 
The two women went to work remedying that. You moaned into Hilda's mouth while Zelda worked on undoing your jeans. She 'accidentally' missed a few times and bumped and rubbed along your legs and so close to where you needed her. You were burning hot, your clothes uncomfortable. You moaned and whined as your blonde sister explored your mouth and groped your chest. Zelda dropped her game and straight up rubbed you through your jeans. Her hand slipped into the open fly and she grabbed at your bare thighs before pulling your pants down. She couldn't get far and grabbed your hips, pulling lightly to get you to lift. "Up, dearest." She laid a kiss to your belly. You were unable to deny her anything and whined at your helplessness as you obeyed. She got your pants and underwear in that one go, sneaky woman. 
The ginger licked her lips at the feast offered before you crossed your legs. She caught your knees and Hilda grabbed the tops, prying from your thighs. "Come now, pet," Hilda cooed, easing you to relax. You panted. Zelda went to work down there, kissing and stroking your thighs before going for your sopping center. You clamped your lips around a whine, losing yourself to the sensations.  
Hilda slipped her hands up your shirt, ghosting her fingers along your abdomen. You writhed beneath her, accidentally jostling Zelda's work as you wriggled your hips. She pinched the exposed muscle between your cunt and your thigh just as Hilda slipped her hands beneath your bra to palm your breasts. Her soft yet firm warmth caused more wetness to flood by Zelda's head and Hilda quickly removed both your bra and your shirt. This had to be the most impatient, non magical way to strip someone. You reached around Hilda and unclasped her bra next. She was hesitant to drop the garment, but eventually did. You latched onto her breast just as Zelda started lapping at your wetness. You whined and accidentally tried to close your legs around her. 
Zelda held your thighs open. "Now, now, kitten. You're going to let me see. Honestly, I don't know how two of my sisters can shy from their bodies so." She licked a long strip of arousal. "You're both beautiful." She kissed your lower lips. "So beautiful." The ginger closed her lips around your clit and Hilda took the chance to manipulate you while you were high on pleasure. She let your head tip back and she suckled at your neck. Zelda moved lower to lap at your weeping core again and she took Hilda's hand to stroke your clit. 
Your hips jerked and you felt the fire light up in your lower back. Hilda gripped your throat tight and moved her lips to connect with yours again. She licked your parted lips in time with her rotation against your clit. You bubbled with abrupt moans and Hilda tightened her grip. Your breath caught by her hand and the feeling made you dizzy. She bore down on your hard clit and nibbled on your bottom lip while Zelda stuck her tongue out, into your hole. You moaned with the weak breath that could escape your lips and tensed. Your hips jerked, but everything else was paralyzed as you went out of your mind with pleasure. 
You never quite tuned back into reality before you succumbed to sleep. You remembered vague flashes of your sisters around you, warm and comforting. Perhaps you'd slept together for some time. Another spell tried to ignite in your body, and without the sleeping spell to push it down, you and your every belonging turned into shadow. 
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bonniebird · 3 months
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This is a list of current requests I have pending: 
This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.
Requesting information here
Prompts:
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1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”
 Allison Argent x Male!Reader
- Requested by: @ab1nsur​
- Notes: Smut
2. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”
 Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader
- Requested by: ​@thatweirdoleigh
- Notes:
3. “What will this alliance cost me?”
 Lucien castle x witch fem reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: Frenimes to lovers
4.
Full Requests:
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1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt
Dean Winchester x Reader
- Requested by: @ellobruv
- Notes:
2. Stiles doesn’t trust Peter to protect you when you go with the other werewolves to help protect Beacon Hills
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
- Requested by: @ellobruv
- Notes: 
3. your brother Lucifer teams up with Mazikeen after they find out you have fallen for Chloe Decker
Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
4. Lydia confesses her feelings to you when Magnus interrupts the wedding
Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
5. Meeting and falling in love with Freya when you visit New Orleans
Freya Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
5. The Mikaelsons are shocked to find out tat you, their childhood friend, are still alive
Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
5. Your brother Sweets accidentally reveals your private relationship with Cam
Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
5. Your childhood best friend Derek finds out that you and Emily Prentiss are dating
Emily x Fem!Reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
6. Confessing to your childhood friend that you're in love with them
Tyler Lockwood x female reader
- Requested by: Anon
- Notes: 
7. Hotch begins to panic when you're late for work
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Requested by Anon
Notes: 
8. You and Bill work together to keep each other safe during the Hogwarts battle
Bill x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Notes:
9. Finally meeting your pen pal, Ambrose Spellman, after your house arrest is up (Part three)
Ambrose x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Part One
Part Two
10. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter or Rhaenyra's closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer
11. You and Rhaenyra Targaryen spend the night together after an argument
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Notes: Oneshot format, smut
13. Aemond Targaryen finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kinglanding
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Requested by Anon
Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer, Viserys GOT
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matchesarelit · 8 months
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MatchesAreLit Masterlist
REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN
*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni) What I Write For Marvel Masterlist Firefly Masterlist Squid Game Masterlist Smosh Masterlist
Dark Matter
Three
The Bridge* (small imagine)
Bunking
Meeting back up with the crew of the Raza but with their new crew members there’s only one bed left at the end of the night.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Ghostbusters-CU
Lars Pinfield
Just us
Lars has invited you over to the lab before, so why is it awkward today?
Scientists of an Absurd Field
You visit the lab and as always the air is full of condescending words and unspoken compliments.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Oscar’s hotel
Oliver
Oscar’s Protégé (small imagine)
Capabilities (small imagine)
A crossover with The Curious Creations Of Christine Mcconnell
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Rusty Lake
Jakob\Mr Owl
The Gardening Job (small imagine)
David
Research (small imagine)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Friday Night Dinner
Johnny
Adam’s Bestie*
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Lucifer
Lucifer Morningstar
Back With A Badge, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (INDEFINATE HIATUS)
Detective Hatch is reunited with a friend when she is transferred to LA but what will happen when she gets ‘acquainted’ with the Devil.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
DC
Dick Grayson 
The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson*
“Now as far as I know this rooftop is neither yours nor in a city you have sworn to protect. So what, pray tell is a little birdie doing up here in the dead of night?”
Felicity Smoak
Proposal (small imagine)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Dorian Gray
The Newest Fad 
A new club has Dorian’s empty and he is furious... until hes not. I mean how could he be with that familiar voice in his ear.
Ambrose Spellman
Old ‘Friends’
You visit the home of two women who are practically family, but so much has changed in the last 70 years since you lost your best friend. what will it be like to see him again.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Tin Can Bros
Scrags
Hands up (small imagine)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Grimm
Trubel
Anti-Grimm (small imagine)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Who
11th Regeneration
“Sorry”* (small imagine)
Make out sesh (small imagine)
10th Regeneration
Two Hearts (small imagine)
Clara Ozwald
“Best Friends” ... sure (small imagine)
Rory Williams
A Hunky Nurse
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Stranger Things
Robin or Steve
Heading to Hawkins P1
While staying with the Hendersons you meet someone new.
P2 Robin x F!Reader
P2 Steve x F!Reader
P2 Steve x NonF!Reader
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Curious Creations of Christine McConnell
Christine + Norman x reader
Poly (small imagine)
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Jurassic Park
Ian Malcolm
Cuddling Him (HCs)
Au pairs and attacks
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚  ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
Evan Peters
An Interesting Rest
During a week or so break off of filming you and some friends go on a trip, that results in a new friend who looks strikingly familiar.  But will this friendship tear apart another?
Fp Jones
Picnic (small imagine)
Tommy Shelby
An Easy Target
Samuel Davenport Archive 81
Visser**
Visser P2 **
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frankie-mercury · 2 years
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A little blurb from Chapter 1 of my Chilling Adventures of Sabrina x Stranger Things Crossover
Eddie Munson/Reader definitely (possible Eddie Munson/Reader/Steve Harrington) smut, angst, sight gore, descriptions of the occult and witchcraft.
Chapter one will be a bumpy ride - setting the scene and establishing what has already happened. Season 4 of Stranger Things with some events pulled from Seasons 1-3. Reader is a Spellman who moved to Hawkins after becoming the queen of hell. Reader is mixed and afab.
Without giving away too much the upside down will be connected to the Dark Lord and more specifically Father Blackwood. If you have seen or caught up on Sabrina or Stranger Things I highly recommend not reading because for obvious reasons spoilers.
Hasn’t been edited yet as I’m still working through chapter 1 so I apologize for errors.
To say your life was hellish was a severe understatement. So much so that your two aunts Hilda and Zelda and cousin Ambrose quickly relocated you to Hawkins, Indiana your senior year of High School. So many things had changed leading up to this move. You had lost friends, lost family connection, fought the “devil” himself and became the Queen of hell at the age of 20. A part of you, buried deep in your soul, longed for normalcy, or what you perceived as normalcy. You loved the gifts of being a witch, you truly did, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Moving to Hawkins was exactly what you needed - even though leaving your family was one of the hardest decisions you had to make. It was what was best for you - and them.
Being the new kid is a feeling you despised - especially when you were the different new kid. The black clothing, crystal, sigil and pentacle jewelry also didn’t help with the wondering eyes. You decided your best course of action was to lay low and blend in, as much as a witch could amongst mortals. But per usual, people had other plans.
You had brought a book to read, not minding sitting alone at lunch. Sitting down with your poor excuse of a lunch you pulled your book from your backpack, opening to the last page you had read.
“Hey newbie!”
You jumped at the voice, turning to see a kid wearing a ballcap and a graphic tee with a patterned button up. He motioned for you to come sit at his table, the other boys looking at you. You sighed, shaking your head before putting your book back in your bag and walking over to their table, avoiding the wandering eyes as you sat down.
“How can I help you?”
“Dustin Henderson,” the boy said holding out a hand for you to shake.
“Y/n Spellman,” you said, shaking his hand.
“Eddie Munson,” you turned to put a face to the voice, finding him to be wearing the same shirt under a leather jacket and jean vest, long unruly hair brushing past his shoulders. “Ms. Spellman, it’s an honor,” he said, jokingly bowing to you. You lips unturned in a slight smirk, finding it funny that he knew nothing about you. “You don’t look like the other students here,” he said, gesturing to the necklaces that hung from your neck, all of the bearing pagan and occult symbols. “I like your style,” he added, his brown eyes meeting your sharply lined ones. “We would like to bestow you the privilege to join our group.”
“And what makes you think I’d even want to join your…group?” The boys laughed, egging Eddie on.
“Us freaks have to stick together,” he said, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Freaks? Does that have anything to do with the t-shirts all of you are wearing?”
“These? These have to do with DnD,” Dustin said excitedly. “We could teach you how to play! It’s a b-” The boy beside Dustin hit him upside the back of his head, shaking his own.
“Mike what was that for?” Dustin asked at the same time as you said,
“I know how to play DnD Dustin,”
“Only I can offer an invitation to someone into Hellfire Wheeler, you know that.” Eddie said, turning to look to you. “What do you say sweetheart?” Eddie asked, cocking his head to the side, seemingly interested that you played DnD.
“What’s the harm?” You asked with a shrug, sitting down next to Dustin. You looked at everyone at the table, eyes finding Eddie’s and looking at the magazine in his hands. “What’s the news?”
“The devil has come to Hawkins.” You smile broke for a second, rasing a brow.
“Elaborate?”
“Apparently,” Eddie began, putting on a voice representing a newscaster, “the game has been connected to ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even-” he took a dramatic pause, “murder”
“Exciting,” you chuckled under your breath, sighing in slight relief. You had already been at the end of one witch hunt you didn’t want to be at the end of another.
“What are you doing in Hawkins?” Mike asked. You chuckled softly, shaking your head.
“If I told you the truth you wouldn’t believe me,” you said, fingers unintentionally moving to your pentagram necklace.
“You’d be surprised,” Dustin breathed. You opened your mouth to say something, the bell signaling the end of lunch interrupted you. Dustin and Mike both said their goodbyes, as well as the other boys except for Eddie.
“I really like you,” Eddie said softly. “Meet me out in the woods after school.”
“Gonna kill me?”
“Oh no, you’re too hot to kill,” he said with a soft smirk.
“Smooth Munson,” you said with a smile. “You don’t mind being seen with a mixed girl?” You asked softly, your eyes sad as you met his. His brows furrowed in confusion, a faint look of pity meeting yours.
“Look at me, do you think I really care about appearances?” Eddie asked softly.
“No but…”
“No buts sweetheart. I’m not gonna hurt you. I might look scary but I’d never hurt someone.” He said shaking his head. The second bell rang, signalling your time was nearing an end. “Let me walk you to class.”
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bluskai · 3 years
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shhh | a.s.
➤ pairing: ambrose spellman x reader 
➤ warnings: smut (pretty vanilla tbh), satanism, curse words, the usual
➤ notes: i have a love-hate rs with the ending of s4 but oh well. f*ck netflix for cancelling the show that revived my passion for witchcraft 
➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 
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“Shhh, you can’t let my aunties hear you.” Ambrose put his finger to his lips as he tried to sneak you into his room.
Giggling, you nodded and tried to compose yourself as you followed him through the house. 
Hands sneaking up your waist, gripping tight. Pushing and pulling as he lead you towards his room in the attic. He pressed light kisses to your neck before pushing you ahead of him, running to catch up with you and then pulling you along. 
The moment the door to his room closed, his was tugging at your dress. 
“Off.” He grunted. 
“Yes sir.” You replied breathily. 
He pressed kisses down your neck, reaching your chest, pulling your dress as he went. Exposed to the cool air, goosebumps rose on your skin as he attached his lips to your hardened bud. 
“Oh Satan, Ambrose...”
“What? What do you need? Say it.” He smirked cockily. 
“You.”
Shoving you against the nearest wall, he dove into your nectar, gripping your thighs with a bruising strength. Licking in deep and drinking up all you had to offer. He sucked on your exposed bud, switching between nipping at your inner thighs to feasting between them. 
Reaching down, you wound your fingers through his hair and pulled, moaning aloud. 
“Shhh... You have to keep your volume down pretty girl.” 
Reaching up, he stuffed his fingers between your lips, fucking your mouth. Moaning around his digits, you coated them with your spit. Grinning wickedly at him as you pulled away with a pop. 
He groaned at the sight, using the same spit soaked fingers and thrust them into you, fucking them in and out of you at a rapid pace. 
“Shit!” You let out a high pitched whine, inner walls fluttering around Ambrose’s thick fingers. 
The tension in you grew, climbing higher and higher. Suddenly, he pulled away, making you let out a whimper of protest, reaching out for him. 
He pulled off the remainder of his clothes and was back on you in an instant, kissing you with the fervour of a man starved. 
One hand supporting you, the other gripped his length and guided it to your weeping entrance. Pushing in, he faced resistance as you clenched around the intrusion. 
“Baby, baby you have to relax. You’re so... t-tight.” He choked out, stroking your cheek. 
Breathing, you eased yourself further onto him, enveloping him whole. The weight feeling heavy inside you, lending a feeling of delicious fullness that had you moaning and clenching again. 
“Sh-shit.” Ambrose groaned, pulling your legs up and wrapping them around his waist. 
He began a torturous pace of fucking, pushing in and pulling out leisurely. it left you nearly delirious, being suspended in the space of unmeasurable pleasure just right on the peak of coming but not quite. 
“P-please.” You hiccuped, fingers digging into Ambrose’e back, sure to leave scratches in their wake. 
“Alright, alright.” He soothed, shushing you and pressing a kiss to your temple. 
Finally, he picked up the pace, making you cry out from sensitivity and pushing you over the edge. Your vision went blank as white hot pleasure shot down your spine, making your toes curl and your back arch. 
With the feeling of your walls spasming around him, Ambrose soon followed, grunting and groaning in your ear as he filled you up nicely. Falling off you to land beside you on the floor where you had ended up sliding onto like a slug, Ambrose chuckled, gripping your hand. 
“I don’t think we were very quiet.”
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I’ll Be Waiting // Ambrose Spellman Imagine *smut*
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((so this was hastily written and is probably full of bad grammar and is generally crappy. But as always I hope that it is good enough for someone to enjoy! I just love Ambrose so much <3 )) 
Warnings: smut, sexy, right into it- smut.
Just lying in bed seemed to be one of the males favorite pass times, staring up at his ceiling as he remembered his last tryst with his beautiful lover, Y/N. It had been months since he’d seen the young woman, no doubt traipsing around some foreign country and making the best of her life. But how could the man blame her, when he was the one who might as well have been shackled to this building. All because he dared to defy the Vatican, nearly exposing their kind.
Okay, so maybe the punishment fit the crime, having been spared the death penalty that the witches and Warlocks of the Church of Night loved to just hand out with ease. But he was still going to pout about  it, given the fact that he could never just go and find his lover- or experience the warm spring air of Paris once again. He knew that his torture could all be over if he would just give over the names of his co-conspirators.. But Ambrose Spellman was no snitch. He wasn't about to forsake his fellow witches and warlocks just to have his days in the sun once more. He could manage… even if at the moment all that he had were his thoughts to fully entertainment- that, and the promise that one day you would return to him.
It was a warm summer evening in the Spellman Mortuary, Sabrina having gone off with her mortal friends, Hilda out to the market, and Zelda off in the Church of Night for one of her most devout services. You were just lying beside Ambrose on his bed, tracing your fingers over the skin of his chest as his robe lay open, the man much to lazy to close it. Then again, it wasn't as though he felt the need to. You were the one person that he could feel completely at ease with- and given the fact that this old house lacked air conditioning, the fan of his bedroom was the only thing keeping the two of you from giving into the sweltering heat.
“Ambrose.. You know that I can do a snow spell.. Something to cool down the room a bit.” you muttered, preferring to have it a bit cooler so that it wouldn't seem so uncomfortable to be so close to him. But at your mention of the use of magic, Ambrose simply chuckled. “And then have you complaining about your toes being cold? Dear.. I know that you think it would help- but I doubt that I would appreciate shovelling snow out of my bedroom window when things get out of hand.” he teased, latting his touch linger on the exposed skin of your arm, before moving gently up and down the soft flesh.
You just groaned and then shook your head. “Well you’d best get your shovel then.. Because I plan on doing it.. Besides.. If it gets too cold, then you can just warm me up… I know that you have no problem finding the best ways of doing that.” You teased, sitting up and then straddling his lap. Ambrose got the idea, chuckling and placing his hands on your hips as you looked down at him. Closing your eyes, you slowly moved in his lap, starting your trance as you rolled your head over your shoulders. Swaying slightly, you got into the mood for the spell, chanting softly as he just admired you. “Sie ego nix. Frigora ventos” you chanted, making the warlock look up at your beauty. The way that your hair trailed down your shoulders, power flowing through you.. It made you look so- sexy… “Sie ego nix, Frigora ventos.” Ambrose repeated, rubbing his fingertips against your thighs as he tried to lend you his power.
The room slowly grew colder, finally a few snowflakes landing on the both of your overheated bodies. It was a nice change from the heatwave that Greendale had been experiencing.. Especially knowing that it was only the two of you whom would be experiencing the phenomenon. As you opened your eyes and looked down at him, the male chuckled and shook his head. “Seeing you defy the laws of nature.. Who could look more sexy doing such a thing?” the man flirted, pressing a hand on your lower back, his palm flat against your skin as you leaned down to press your lips against his.
“I happen to think that you look sexier defying the laws of nature.. But despite that, I know that it would start an argument that neither of us are really looking forward to hashing out. Who is sexier.. I happen to think that there are much better ways to settle the score.” The look of mischief in your eye only made a shiver travel up Ambrose’s spine, nipping at your lip for a moment before he flipped yourposition, letting your head fall back against he plush pillows.
“Hmm I think that you’re right about that.. Though the snow  doesn't look to be cooling you down too much… still as hot as ever.” the man mentioned, his fingers brushing underneath your shirt and then swiftly pulling it over your body. Clicking his tongue he just shook his head and looked down at you. “Now it seems that I am just making it worse, aren't I?” he chuckled, rubbing at your now exposed sides, the cool air filling the room starting to make your arousal more apparent as your nipples hardened underneath your bra.
“Ambrose- You’re play a dangerous game.. And I hope you know that I don't take well to being teased.” you warned, moving your hand down his chest and towards the bottom of his navel, just looping your finger into the elastic of his pants. Ambrose grunted as it snapped, relieving the pressure that was building within his boxers before it was quickly fired back upon him. You knew just how to get a rise out of the male, passion filling his gaze as he now held your wrist above your head.
“It’s you who is the dangerous one, Little Willow.” he smirked, using your nickname against you, the very name that made goosebumps travel up and down your frame. Ambrose had such an effect on you.. And while neither of you ahd ever actually uttered a semblance of the word ‘love’ you both knew it to be true in your hearts. Ambrose Spellman was the moon to your night, the stars to your sky.. The blood in your blood ritual- and what have you. He was the very person that you felt you couldn't stand a world without.. And though he had forced you to promise that you’d never allow him to hold you back, you would always come back to him.
But Ambrose didn't give you the time to articulate any of that, moving his lips down to your neck and sucking on that one spot above your collarbone that drove you wild. He knew your body after all of these years, every curve, every line.. The things that you loved and the way he could make you writhe underneath his tender touch. As you arch your back against him, your leg moved between his thighs, brushing your foot against the hardening bulge in his boxer shorts that was becoming more apparent as his kisses continued downward. Stopping his decent for a moment, Ambrose looked up at you with a warning look, clicking his tongue. “Darkheart.. You had better not be trying to get  a rise out of me.. In the- literal sense.” he warned, his tone taking a lower note to it, before he kissed right above your navel.
You on the other hand, only smirked and played coy. “I don't know what you mean.. Besides if that were what I was intending, I would say that you already had a head start.” you mentioned, motioning to the package in his shorts that was growing more aggressive. Ambrose sighed and then tugged your shorts down, not going as easily as he tended to, not taking his time. YOu were trying his patience with your teasing, and he knew that he just needed to get this show on the road- you were leaving for Fance the following night and well.. He needed to give you both something to remember in your time apart. “Yes well, I think that we will both get caught up in time.” he said, looking down at your panties and seeing the wet spot that only his words and tantalizing kisses had created.
Ambrose wasted no time in touching you, moving his fingers over your center through your underwear, brushing up against your clit in a way that made you jump slightly from the sensation. That reaction made him smile, before he moved down, gently mouthing over your core while his other arm kept careful hold of your hips. He didn't need you bucking up too excitedly, not when he was trying to drag this out. That small lining of your underwear separating him from what he truly wanted to taste, was driving him crazy. And so it wasn't long before he cast it off, pulling it down your legs and letting it fall to the other side of the room as he threw the lacy fabric carelessly. It wouldn't be the first time that you had lost your underwear in the confines of his messy room, but it was all worthwhile when his mouth continued its ministrations, nipping and licking at the sensitive bud between your legs. Sometimes you swore that Ambrose was a sex god- that he knew you as well as he knew the back of his hand.. But it seemed that your fun had only begun, as he pulled back, his chin glistening with the juices of your arousal. He had gotten you good and worked up.. But finishing you off then and there was never his intention. No, Ambrose was selfish in that way.. He wanted to feel you.. But not before you had your fun as well.
Ambrose had made no effort in removing his robe- in fact.. You thought it strange, but at times, getting him to remove the sash and have it open was even more erotic than the removal and exposure of his full body to your hungry eyes. He looked like a man who knew what he wanted, and how to get it.. Almost like a bachelor in a sense, one who needn't stoop down to any woman. But as he looked at you, there was a look that you could never get enough of. He looked at you like you were the only woman in the world for him. And that may as well have been the truth. Ambrose had never really had that sort of a connection with anyone else… and somehow he wished that he had met you before he came upon Aleister Crowley.  Maybe you’d be the one to talk him out of his idiotic intentions. Maybe then he’d be able to accompany you on your adventures.
But for now, this was all the adventure you needed, seeing the lust in his eyes as you both gave into your most carnal needs. Sitting up, you crawled to the edge of the bed, hungrily pulling him by the silk of his robe and in for another kiss. He was standing there, just smirking before your lips crashed into his, as if admiring his work. But at your touch, it seemed that all of his hesitation and need to drag things out had subsided. He needed you, and he needed to feel you now. There was no more time for the teasing and foreplay, not with his current thirst for you, spreading your legs and laying you on your back as he freed his member and kicked off his boxers in a haste.
Ambrose had lined himself up at your entrance, his breath hot against your neck as he looked into your eyes. Giving him the nod of approval he so desperately craved, you pressed your lips against his, as he pushed himself in, his hands now gripping at your hips once he was flush within you. Gasping out, you shut your eyes, Ambrose grunting in pleasure as his lips trailed over the skin of your neck. It was a bit rough, and sporadic the way that his hips moved.. But there was a method to his madness, ever push of his hips displaying a passion and feeling for you that only his movements could convey. “Fuck- Y/N. Satan be praised.. I am going to miss you.” Ambrose groaned, pumping his hips against yours in a way that let a sound linger in the room. The snow had begun to fall a bit more forcefully- though not nearly enough to be sticking. Each of his movements having an effect on the two of you in making the magic surrounding you intensify. Who knew that giving into such lustful actions would make things more powerful- if that were a thing, no wonder it was common for witches to have orgies in order to harness their energy for a large spell.
“I’ll come back.. I always come back to you Ambrose… Ah~” you groaned, as ambrose moved his hand to your thigh pulling your leg over his hip so that he could get a better angle. Ambrose felt his heart warm at that thought. Something so strange for a warlock to admit, seeing as they were cursed to love no one but the Dark Lord.. then again with you it seemed like there was a bit of an exception.
Ambrose was close, and you felt yourself nearing your release as well, dragging your nails down his back in a way that drew blood- soon to be soothed by the snow that was falling down. Grunting, he pumped in a few more times, before pulling out and releasing, falling to your side as his chest heaved, the white gently covering the dark silken pillows soothing the marks you;d left. Ambrose looked over at you, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh Ambrose nodded. “I’ll be waiting..” his tone was sincere, before he spoke once again. “To be fair. I have no choice in the matter.”  the warlock teased, a gentle smile on his face no matter how sad the comment.
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pr0wlerpunk · 3 years
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𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡♡︎
𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛♡︎
(You may send in requests but idk when they’ll be finished)
Prompt List
Updated: 1/8/23
Only doing x reader at the moment
Will do: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Poly, Pet space, etc.
Won’t do: Rape, SA etc.
Nothing that involves bodily fluids/harm,(scat, piss etc)
Unless it’s specified as a kink (ex. Somnophilia, Blood play, Masochism, Dumification etc.
(Dm me privately if you have a request with one of these and I’ll see if I’m comfortable with it or not!)
Jus bc they don’t have their individual masterslists (ex. Mortal kombat masterlist) doesn’t mean their requests aren’t open, you may request anything you see on this list!
Bands
Metallica🎸
Queen
Games
GTA5
The last of us(games)
Until dawn🕕
The Quarry🛶
Mortal Kombat🗡
Apex legends🔫
Detroit Become Human🤖
Movies
Spider-Man into the spider verse/across the spider verse🕷️🕸️
Rio🍃(1/2)
Avatar🌿🌊(1/2)
The princess and the frog ✨
Jurassic World🦖
The Voyeurs🔭
All the bright places👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏽
Justice league🔱
Suicide Squad 1-2🐀
Marvel🦸‍♀️
Black panther🐈‍⬛
Harry Potter franchise🪄
IT🤡
Let it Shine🌟
Celebrities
Jordan Fisher🐟
Daveed Diggs💋
Justice Smith🍀
Rami Malek👑
Tyler James Williams🧟‍♂️
Jason Momoa🔱
Tenoch Huerta🐍
WWE
Smackdown🔵
Raw🔴
Plays
Hamilton🎭
Hamilton cast🎭
Shows
Chicago fire
My babysitters a vampire🩸
Black lighting
The last of us(tv)
Criminal minds🫡
Ink Master🖋
The Umbrella Academy☂️
The Challenge🪢
The Sparrow Academy🐦
TWD🧟‍♂️
The thundersmans⚡️
Caos🧌
(the reader can be human, MorningStar(Related to Lucifer not Sabrina), demon, witch, vampire, and Hobgoblin or any other mythical creature you might want)
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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years
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In the days after the Void nearly ripped Sabrina from her family, they decide to celebrate a late Yule. Nick and Sabrina can't stop touching each other and Prudence and Ambrose finally talk.
This was inspired by two prompts that got turned into a one shot. 
Gets a little smutty at the end just an fyi...
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infernumlilith · 4 years
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Witch Hunting Season (Spellwell fanfic)
6 out of 15 chapters are posted
Summary: A notorious Witch Huntress in a quest to eliminate everything unholy on Earth. In this case, witches and wizards. Mary assumes the role of a teacher to get close to the Spellmans and gather information on their coven. A High Priestess in a quest to protect her coven and her family. Who will win? Mary? Zelda? No one? Or both?Witch Huntress Mary Wardwell. High Priestess Zelda Spellman. Need I say more?
Rating: Rated Explicit with Graphic Depictions of Violence just to be on the safe side. It might change later. There will be some blood and violence.
Expect some fluff, some smut and some angst as well ;)
Chapters:
The Introduction of Mary Wardwell
Agitated or Sexually Frustrated?
It’s a HELL of a dinner
How to drive a witch crazy
How to drive a witch crazy vol.2
One step at a time
More to come soon
Characters: Mary Wardwell, Zelda Spellman, Hilda Spellman, Ambrose Spellman, Sabrina Spellman, Nicholas Scratch, Prudence Blackwood
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22412245/chapters/53548177
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Summary of each chapter: 1) A few things about Mary’s past and how she was turned into a witch hunter. 2) Witch Huntress and High Priestess meet for the first time in two years under the disguise of a teacher and an aunt. Sparks fly but so does sexual tension, but Zelda has anger issues and who's better to push her buttons if not Mary? 3) It's time for the anticipated dinner! Zelda's short-temper appears once more only this time it's short-lived. How did Mary manage that? 4) Mary ignores Zelda just because... But how do they end up watching a movie together? 5) Mary tortures Zelda during the movie. Sabrina teases Zelda. Zelda visits Mary late at night demanding answers! 6) Zelda avoids Mary like the plague. Hilda scolds her older sister for once. Zelda struggles with her past fears while Mary is dealing with strange feelings she hadn't felt before.
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bonniebird · 2 years
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This is a list of current requests I have pending: 
This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.
Requesting information here
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1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”
 Allison Argent x Male!Reader
- Requested by: @ab1nsur​
- Notes: Smut
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2 . “Hey! My best friend is in Slytherin.”
Hermione Granger x Male!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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3 . "I think I’m starting to bring out the rebel in you."
Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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4. "I trust he has heard of your sizable dowry."
Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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5. "I won't disturb you. I just need to spy on them out of your window."
Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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6. "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"
Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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7. "It is only the queen's eye that matters today."
Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes: queen alicent with a serving lady
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8. "I’ve never been an inspiration before… I don’t like this much responsibility."
Daemon Targaryen x Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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9."Lord (Character) has directed me to take her in for charity."
Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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10. "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?"
Daemon Targaryen  x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes:
11.  "Would I rather be feared or loved? Umm… easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me."
Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes: Aegon says prompt after reader asks him because she is trying to prove Aemond wrong
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1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt
Dean Winchester x Reader
- Requested by: @ellobruv
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2. Stiles doesn’t trust Peter to protect you when you go with the other werewolves to help protect Beacon Hills
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
- Requested by: @ellobruv
- Notes: 
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3. Finally meeting your penpal Ambrose after you house arrest is up (Part 3)
Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​
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4 . You and Bill work together to keep each other safe in the Hogwarts battle
Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes: Kingsley‘s niece
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5 . Hotch begins to panic when you’re late for work
Aaron Hotchner  x Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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6 . Aemond finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kingslanding
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes: Jodie Cormer and Viserys dany's brother for the face claims
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7. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter of Rhaenyra’s closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
- Notes: Jodie Comer for face claim
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8. Confessing your feelings to your childhood friend
Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader
- Requested by:​ Anon
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fancycakedragon · 5 years
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Stress Relief
Nick Scratch x Reader, Ambrose Spellman x Reader
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Warning(s): smut
A/N: This is written for a request. Imma just let you know now that this is my second time writing smut. I wrote one five years ago and deleted it after a week. So read at your own risk of cringing.
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Nick and Ambrose watched you tredge through your apartment. You exhaustion was obvious but despite your lovers telling you to you didn't take any breaks. You had been preparing for your end of course exams at the academy for the past two weeks. The only problem was that you weren't taking much care of yourself. The past several days you studied until you fell asleep on your desk hours before dawn.
Nick was used to this and had tricks to make you take breaks and relax. Ambrose on the other hand was new to the relationship and was slowly becoming more and more worried about your state.
"She can't keep going like this," Ambrose whispered to Nick as they watched you. 
"She won't listen and I already convinced her to add breaks into her schedule. It's out of our hands until exams are over," Nick said with a shrug. 
"There must be something we can do though." 
The two thought and at the same time looked at eachother, "I've got an idea!" 
Ambrose sped of to the kitchen and started pulling ingredients from the cabinets. Nick went over to you, "What are you looking for, baby?"
You looked at him with weary eyes, "Can't find my potions notebook."
"Think I saw it in the bedroom," he suggested.
You went over to the said room with Nick following behind.
"What are the chances, I can convince you to take a quick break?" Nick asked.
You turned to him. "Nick I-" You stopped when you saw the intense gaze he had on you. 
"C'mon baby, just a quick break," he said moving in closer. "How fast can I get you to cum before you have to get back to studying?" 
You gasped your hands instintively reaching for his shirt. 
You eyes dropped to his lips watching Nick lick them seductively. "Fuck just kiss me already," you whispered. That was all he needed. In an instant you were in Nick's embrace moving your lips against eachother. He didn't waste much time pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring the area. 
Your hands tangled into his hair fingers scraping at the scalp eliciting a groan from the back of his throat. You whimpered as you felt his hand drag up your thigh moving closer you your core. Sacred hell, you wanted him to just-
"Oh this was your plan?" Ambrose asked from the doorway.
Nick turned to Ambrose long enough to address him, "Yeah, we're gonna remind Y/N to take a break and release some tension."
"Like I need to be told twice," Ambrose quickly shed his shirt and pants tossing them off to the side. In two strides he was inches from you cradling your face and bringing you in for a kiss. You moved your hand to the back of his neck holding him close then focused your attention on working your lips again his. 
Nick was the one to guide you two onto the bed. He behind you against the headboard. His hands found their way to your nipples pinching and pulling. With a drawn out moan your back arched pushing your breasts further into his deft hands.
Ambrose quickly rid himself of his pants before crawling to you. He leaned in a placed a tender kiss on your lips. You felt so hazey sandwiched between the two men and you hadn't even gotten to the good part. 
Ambrose gave you an innocent smile but his actions were quite the opposite. "Tell me what you want, Y/N," he quipped while teasing his fingers against your folds. The command in his voice had desire pooling between your thighs.
"Want you to fuck me," you whined.
The two men groaned at your words before Ambrose moved his face closer to your core. He dragged his tongue up your lips landing on your clit. You moaned at the contact. Your hips thrusted up trying to get more contact.
Ambrose locked his eyes with yours as he worked his tongue against your folds then moving it inside you. You bit your lip watching the intensity of his movements. He moved his mouth to your clit and focused on it while his fingers entered you pussy slowly moving in and out. 
When you felt his fingers hit your g-spot you gasped thighs automatically closing and squeezing his head. Nick with a chuckle pulled them apart. You gripped his arms fingers digging into his biceps. Your leaned your head back against his shoulder.
"Fuck, Ambrose. M'gonna-" your words were cut off by you reaching your climax. You hips met the thrust of his fingers drawing your orgasm longer. You relaxed agaisnt Nick with a soft mewl.
Ambrose nuzzled your neck as you tried to regain your breath. He reveled in the sound of your panting knowing he was able to work you through a satisfying orgasm. He wanted to do it again and again but he knew not to be selfish.
Nick idly traced his fingers waiting for you to recover before he leaned in and nibbled on the shell of your ear. 
"My turn," he whispered then wordlessly prompted you to get up and turn around facing him. Then he guided you onto his lap. Your brows knitted together as you slowly sunk down his cock. 
You waited a bit to adjust to the way he stretched your walls. You wrapped your hands around his neck for leverage and began rocking your hips slowly. "Fuck, Y/N you might just be the death of me," Nick breathed out before claiming your lips. Once he was satisfied he leaned back to watched you move. Oh the feeling was so familiar but your body always reacted like it was a new experience everytime.
Ambrose couldn't contain his moans and it only served as more motivation. You let out but wimper when you saw him stroke his length. Satan help you, this was easily going to become a regular thing.
Your attention returned to Nick as he kissed and sucked on your neck. He moved to your breasts biting marks before pulling a nipple into his mouth.
You picked up the pace earning a greatful moan from Nick. Soon you were bouncing on his cock your breasts following along. Nick looked up at you his eyes blown with lust. His parted lips were red and swollen. You always looked so fucking exquisite like this sometimes he wondered if the false god might be real. Cause no power from the depths of hell could create a person as breath taking as you.
"Mmm Nicky, m'close again,"
Nick bit at the spot behind your ear, "You gonna cum, huh? Cream me with your sweet pussy?"
You shuddered at the filth coming from his lips. Ambrose gasped as he watched. His hands sped up trying to get himself close to an orgasm.
"Need you to cum with me," you breathed out.
"Just let go, I'll follow baby," Nick reassured you. He pressed his thumb against your lips which you took in a sucked. With a pop it was pulled away from your mouth and moved to your clit. Nick pressed and rubbed causing white hot pleasure to shoot through you. Your toes curled and your fingers scraped his shoulder blades as you reached your second orgasm with a lustful wail.
Nick and Ambrose weren't far behind after you. Nick gripped your thighs bucking up into you. Ambrose's hands slowed down dragging it along his length. You groaned as you got off of Nick and landed next you him on the bed. 
"I needed that," you huffed.
Nick turned to face you. His knuckles followed the curve of your body, "That's why we're here. To remind you to take a load off." 
Ambrose got up leaving the room.
"Ambrose, get back here," you called after him.
He answered over his shoulder, "I'll be back in a minute darling." It wasn't long before he returned with a cup of tea. "For you," he said offering it to you.
You sat up and accepted the tea, "Thank you." You took a sip unaware of the wink Ambrose had sent to Nick. This was nice but your mind was already reworking out your schedule to accomodate the time you lost. You blinked slowly noticing that your tea was already finished. By then it was too late, drowsiness clouded your thoughts and you looked at Ambrose with what you hoped was a threatening enough glare.
"I'm gonna kill you."
Nick took the cup you were holding and set it on the drawer next to the bed, "Of course you are, right after a good night's sleep."
Ambrose gave you a kiss on your forehead then Nick pulled you to him which you didn't fight. Maybe rest would do you some good.
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ponyboysam · 5 years
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Its come to my attention someone stole my "fallen" story of Nick
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This person has stolen my story without permission and put it on their wattpad without permission. Please do tell then to take it down.
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