Ah Yes, Even At 12 Percy Still Messes With Frank In Spirit.

Penelope: One kiss, it would not mean anything.

Inner Colin after the kiss:

𝜗𝜚‎ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍.⸻⌗𝟎𝟎𝟏

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a star ( ☆ ) represents nsfw / smut content.

✎ᝰ. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𐙚 DATING JACAERYS VELARYON. 𐙚 HIM CRUSHING ON A TARG!AUNT. — slight ☆ 𐙚 DAD!JACAERYS AND TARG!READER WITH YOUR NEWBORN SON. 𐙚 JACAERYS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND. 𐙚 HELPING YOU THROUGH A NIGHTMARE. 𐙚 MODERN!SINGLE DAD!JACE WITH A SINGLE MUM!READER.

✎ᝰ. 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

𐙚 WRONGLY TIMED INTERRUPTIONS. 𐙚 IN THE WARMTH OF YOUR ARMS. 𐙚 FEVER DREAM. 𐙚 TRIUMPH OF THE HEART. — + helaena targaryen x reader. 𐙚 PERFECT ENEMY. — ☆ 𐙚 SAY IT. — modern!au. 𐙚 BAD BLOOD. 𐙚 QOPSA JORRAELAGON. 𐙚 PLAY DATE. 𐙚 STEP BY STEP.

✎ᝰ. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

𐙚 JACE GETTING HIS HAIR PETTED WHILE YOU READ IN HIS CHAMBERS, AND GETTING CAUGHT BY LUKE. 𐙚 BEING TOLD JACE’S MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENTS BY LUKE. 𐙚 JACE BEING NEEDY FOR ATTENTION. 𐙚 HIM TEASING + FLIRTING WITH YOU. — slight ☆ 𐙚 BEING JACE’S BETROTHED AND HAVING DINNER ALONE WITH NYRA, WITH HIM NERVOUS ABOUT IT. 𐙚 JACE GETTING CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT OF YOUR CHAMBERS, AFTER HE COMFORTED YOU FROM A NIGHTMARE. 𐙚 JACE RELEASING YOU FROM YOUR BETROTHAL WITH HIM, WHEN YOU ARE UNHAPPY ABOUT IT. 𐙚 BEING HIS TWIN SISTER AND HIM RUBBING YOUR BACK BECAUSE OF THE PAIN YOUR BIG TITS GIVE YOU. — slight ☆ 𐙚 YOUNG JACE CRUSHING ON YOU, HIS TWIN SISTER, BUT YOU CRUSH ON SER HARWIN— MAKING JACE JEALOUS. 𐙚 JEALOUS JACE BABYTRAPPING YOU, HIS TWIN SISTER. — slight ☆ 𐙚 HIM ADORING HIS TWIN SISTERS BIG TITS, AND HAVING A BREEDING KINK. — ☆ 𐙚 HIM ACCIDENTALLY GETTING YOU — HIS YOUNG WIFE — PREGNANT, AND NYRA NOTICING. 𐙚 JACE + TWIN SISTER SNEAKING OUT TO A PLEASURE HOUSE TOGETHER. 𐙚 KING!JACE HAVING YOU CALL HIM YOUR GRACE FOR THE FIRST TIME. — ☆ 𐙚 JACE TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT. — ☆ 𐙚 SEX WITH HIM ON THE IRON THRONE. — ☆

✎ᝰ. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒.

𐙚 DONA SLYUTEGON. — ☆ 𐙚 DRAGONSEED. — ☆

FR

sCREAMING

colin "i need you to forgive me i'll find you a husband pen we're besties" bridgerton falling and realising he's in love with penelope whilst she's courting another man who's keen to make her his wife and settle down going to be looking like this for the first half of the season:

Beware of the Canon

Posted:06/08/23

Title: Beware of the Canon

Dad Miguel O'Hara x GN Spider-Reader

BF Hobie Brown x GN Spider-Reader

Summary: You're Miguel's kid who's dating Hobie Brown

Author's note:

Word Count:807

Spider-verse Story List/ Master List

Warnings: Language

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Hobie had asked you out a few weeks ago when he came to visit the Spider Society to hang out. You happily agreed and snuck out when your father was busy.

The first date was a smashing success. How could it not be when you're bashing in nazi skulls with a young hot punk who's got superpowers!

Hobie just couldn't help but take you on date after date. One day, it's an underground show in a dimension in the corner of the universe the next your eating stolen sweets on top of a freshly graffitied Statue of Liberty.

To be honest, you're not exactly sure when you become official. It was just common knowledge for you to refer to each other as partners.

Today, Hobie escorted you back to your earth with an arm over your shoulder laughing about something stupid. "Huhm." The sound of your father clearing his voice catches both of your attention.

You look up to see your father, Miguel, standing in your bedroom with his arms crossed. "Jigs up." Hobie chuckled and put his hands up. Miguel glared at you, not bothering to even acknowledge Hobie, who walked over to your bed to crash.

"What the hell were you thinking sneaking off to other dimensions behind my back? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" Your father had his voice serious and raised but not enough to be yelling. "Not to mention the shit that you've been doing in those dimensions. I mean, honestly, spray painting the Statue of Liberty." You smirk at the memory. "A symbol spreading the falsehood of liberty while dozens of minorities suffer..." You say as Miguel continues. "You stole historical artifacts from the British museum..." You lifted your chin proudly. "Returned said artifacts to their original owners..." You corrected. "And worst of all, you've been trying to help spider people break cannon!" He shouts. You stare into his eyes for a moment, trying to think of a witty response. "Yeah, I got nothing for that one..." You looked pasted your dad to see Hobie smiling at you, happy that you don't feel shameful for ehat he call real spider-man duties.

Miguel stares into your eyes pissed off. "How long did you think you would be able to get away with seeing him behind my back?" You signed. "Honestly... it didn't feel behind your back... at least not the relationship part. I love him." His face softens and places a protective hand on your shoulder. "Y/n... beware of the canon. You're a spider person... if you get too close to him-" you cut him off. "He'll die?" He didn't respond, making you scoff. "We know that, Papa. That's why we've been testing your canon theory..." His jaw clenched and started to shake his head, trying not to say something he'll regret.

"You're grounded. Give me your bracelet." You looked at him wide-eyed and then gave it to him. "Oohhh~" Hobie teased at the threat, knowing damn well he wouldn't listen to it. "And you!" Miguel whips around to see Hobie laying on your bed with his boots still on. "I- I can't. I just can't." He turns towards the bedroom door. "I ain't even here," Hobie responds to himself. "No more dimension jumping for you till you've earned back my trust and shown me that you can not only be responsible but that you take canon breaking more seriously." He paused after he opened the door. He holds your face with one hand. "I've already lost one kid and refuse to lose another." He kisses your forehead. "Aww, that's a happy little ending, in it?" Miguel glared up at him. "Get your damn boots off the bed."

Hobie hops to sit up, letting his feet hit the floor. Miguel rolls his eyes and bent down to you again. "Him? Seriously?" You nodded with a smile. He looks back at Hobie, then you. "You know there's plenty of respectable young Peter Parkers out there..." You cocked an eyebrow. "Not all of them but a few..." You crossed your arms playfully. He sighed in defeat. "Worth a shot." He kisses your head again before stepping out of the room. "Go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." You nodded and started to walk towards your bathroom.

Miguel stopped before closing the door and opened it again. "Oh and Hobie." Hobie stopped checking you out to look at him. "Yeah, mate?" "Get the hell out of my house." He said, making Hobie chuckle and stand. "Yes, sir. I'll have your offspring home before supper, yeah?" Hobie, shoot a web at you yanking you from your bathroom to his chest. Hobie kisses your lips. "What?" Miguel said, confused, opening the door one last time. He sees Hobie holding you in his arms as he opens up a portal.

"Hey, wait!" Miguel yells after you guys as the portal closes. "Ay, coño!"

imagine Jinx survives and just pops up on readers's doorstep, and she's like, "...yay! I uhm..survived!" And sevika and reader are dumbfounded

ok lemme make up for that sad shit i wrote earlier today

also fuck it i'm gonna make it so isha's alive too don't ask me how

men and minors dni

nice as it is to live in a healing zaun, your new life comes with a few anxieties you never had to experience in the undercity.

the pressure of the entire city's infrastructure being overseen by just sevika is crushing. as much as the city is flourishing under her say-so, there are nights where you have hold her through her anxiety attacks.

there's the ever looming threat of an attempt on her life. she's made a lot of powerful rich enemies, and there have already been a few attempts.

and then there's just the grief. sometimes it paralyzes her, and you worry one day you won't be there to talk her out of the dark place she gets lost in.

so when you get home from the markets to the sounds of your wife sobbing in the living room, you picture the worst.

the eggs splatter to the kitchen floor as you drop your grocery bags to sprint through the house, dread coursing through your veins.

"sevika!? sevika, what's going on!?" you ask, horrified when you enter the living room. she's on her knees near the front door, her back shivering as she sobs. she's clutching something close to her chest and shuddering. "what is it!? sev, what's happening?!" you grab her shoulder and give her a tug, and your heart stops.

two matching heads of blue hair, one natural, one dyed, lift up from sevika's arms to look at you. "hey, sweetcheeks." jinx greets with a watery smile.

you collapse to your knees, sobbing and crawling forward to reach your family. "i-is this a dream?" you ask, grabbing isha's face in your hands. the girl smiles, in your grip and reaches up to grab your hands. sevika's arm wraps around your back.

"we... had to get away for a while. figure some things out. i'm sorry i didn't tell you-- i thought i'd have time to say goodbye during the war." jinx says. you reach one hand out to cup her face, desprately trying to soak up the sight of her.

her eyes are still pink, but the bags beneath them have lessened. her once shaved hair is now tickling her shoulders, and for the first time since you've known her, she's a little too big for the pants she's wearing.

and isha. isha's gold eyes shimmer just the same as they always have, and though she's taller and older, she's still got the same sweet, innocent smile she always had.

"this is real?" you ask, reaching out to tap sevika's arms.

"i don't know." she admits.

jinx chuckles. "always drama with these two, eh?" she asks. isha giggles and wipes up her snot with a nod.

missed you, ms. baby. she signs.

you pass out.

when you wake up, your heart sinks, and tears well up in your eyes.

a dream.

it was a fucking dream.

you should've known better. you wonder how many fucking years are gonna pass before you stop having these horrible, gut wrenching dreams.

"sweetcheeks? you awake? you hit your head pretty hard there-- can't have you dying right when we got reunited."

you gasp and snap up in bed, blinking owlishly at jinx. she chuckles and waves at you from her perch at the foot of the bed. something stirs beside you and you snap to your side, tears welling in your eyes when you find isha sleeping beside your pillow.

"it's real?" you ask. jinx giggles and nods, crawling forward slowly to wrap her arms around you. you sob in her arms and she laughs. "where the fuck is sevika?"

"would you believe me if i said she passed out too?" she asks. you pull away to gawk at her, and jinx sputters a laugh. "kidding! she's making up the guest room for us."

"not the fuckin' guest room anymore. you two are never leaving again, do you understand?" you ask, clutching jinx's face in your hands. she chuckles.

"alright."

"i'm not kidding jinx. you do that shit to me again, and i don't care if you're actually dead, i will raise you from the dead just to kick your fucking ass."

jinx cackles. "alright!"

"oh my god, i love you so fucking much." you sob, wrapping her back up in your arms. "i'll fucking kill you if you ever do that again i love you so much."

"alright, alright, janna, you're worse than sevika."

"she already gave you this talk?"

"when you were knocked out, yeah." she chuckles.

you huff and kiss her head. tears soaking her hair as you clutch her to your chest with one arm, the other reaching out to hold isha's ankle. "did you... sort all your shit out?" you ask.

jinx nods against you. "most of it. will you help me... stay on track?" she asks. you nod against her.

"there's nothing else i'd rather do in the world."

despite the fact that she's made up the guest room, none of you even attempt to pretend like the girls will be sleeping anywhere but in your arms tonight.

that's to say, the girls sleep. you and sevika stay wide awake, gawking down at them, memorizing their faces.

"they're really... here?" sevika whispers, tracing a finger down the bridge of isha's nose. the girl snorts in her sleep. you chuckle.

"yeah." you say, tears in your eyes. "they're here."

"i don't think i'm gonna ever stop crying." sevika says.

you giggle. "yeah, me neither."

"i love you so much." she whispers.

"janna, sevika. i love you too."

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i will eat him

Did you think I would have dark hair? When you took Alicent Hightower into your bed, did you think I might favor her, or did it not cross your mind?

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

begging for an invisible!reader pt.2 ill do whatever you want 🙏🙏🙏

Your Perfume II (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: age gap, student!reader x logan, 18+ f!reader, mutant reader(invisibility), kinky!logan, invisible intercourse

Your Perfume

“Not here,” You whisper as he’s sliding a hand up your tank top and you realize you’re still in the kitchen, even if you are invisible. “They’re going to hear us.”

“Let ‘em,” He murmurs as he continues kissing your neck amorously, holding you close to him. “As long as they can’t see you.”

You protest, pushing him off gently. “Not out here.” You insist and he groans as he loses you out of his hold. He can smell you moving towards the staircase and he follows like a dog on a chain. “Come on.” Your voice calls him up the stairs where he watches your bedroom room open with a smirk before he walks in and then the door closes behind him.

Logan turns around and listens carefully. “Where’d you go, little ghost?” He teases and he hears you giggle in front of him now. His hand immediately reaches out and you gasp as he catches your shoulder. Logan laughs while pulling you back into him, one arm around your waist and the other moving along your shoulder to your neck. “Gotcha.” He says before he runs a thumb over your chin and your bottom lip, kissing you there softly as he guides you to the bed.

While he can’t see you, he can feel you in his arms, your legs wrapped around him, he can hear you whining underneath him as his fingers find their way into your dripping core. He can’t see you, but he can smell you, that perfume you wear and the scent of your arousal. Your slick covers his hand as he is pumping his fingers into you, guiding himself by the noise and the familiar anatomy of a woman. If he closes his eyes, he can picture you, your pretty face scrunched up from pleasure, your mouth open from the intensity of your approaching orgasm. His other hand is groping your breast, he can feel your shirt riding up and he pulls his fingers out of you with a squelch before he pulls your shirt off.

It appears the moment it’s off your body and he drops it on the floor with a smirk. “That’s interesting.” He says and he hears you chuckle. “Let’s see those little short come off, baby.” He instructs as he gets off your bed and pulls his sweatpants off. He can hear you shuffling and then your pajama shorts appear out of thin air as you toss them on the floor. “You’ve got quite a party trick there.” He chuckles making you laugh and he guides himself off you laugh, reaching onto the bed, and feeling your knees. Your body trembles underneath his touch as he spreads your legs open and he can smell you, his mouth watering as he touches you, feeling for your core and then replaces his fingers with his tongue when he finds your center.

“Logan,” Your voice breathes out, he can feel your fingers lacing through your hair and you tug as he’s making a mess of your pussy. Drooling and groaning against your sopping folds. “Oh, fuck!” He can feel your legs tremble and he is quick to pull away. “Hm.” You whine sadly.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done.” Logan smirks, picturing how dazed you must look right now as he’s feeling his way up your body. “I want you to cum on my cock.” His hands touch your hips and your belly and your breasts where he stops to suck on them, bite them, mark them while you desperately roll your hips into him. Your juices coat the length of his shaft and Logan looks down to see the sheen appear out of nowhere. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Your body moves underneath him, he feels your hands on his shoulders as he’s pushing into you. Logan can see his cock through you, he can see the way it meets the resistance of your tight cunt, the way your walls squeeze him, and it’s almost too much to handle.

“Oh, my God!” You gasp, deep indentations appearing along his shoulders as you dig your nails into him. “I can’t take it.” You whimper, but he’s too caught up in watching himself drag out of you, push back in slowly, each time his cock is slicker with your juices. Logan’s focusing so hard on not blowing his load right then, the idea of being able to see himself fuck you riling him up.

“You’re doing so good,” He praises, suddenly sitting up on his knees and he feels for your hips, holding tightly onto you as he begins fucking you hard, gasping as he watches himself move through your invisible form. “Feels so fucking good.” He groans, watching his cock pump in and out of seemingly nothing, but the feeling of you so real. You’re whining and fisting the sheets so that they appear to be lifting on their own and Logan growls as your arousal begins to coat him with a creamy substance.

“I’m go-gonna-fuck!” You cry out as your body trembles in his hold and suddenly you’re appearing in front of him, shifting in and out of your visibility in tandem with the force of your orgasm. Logan groans at the sight of you writhing, pushing on him, gasping as you cum hard on his cock. And then you’re solid again, visibly fucked out and breathless as your chest is heaving from the intensity of pleasure.

“There you are.” Logan smirks, leaning over you, panting as he kisses you roughly. You wrap your arms around his neck as he’s pounding into you rhythmically and you feel his cock throb inside you. “Fuck, baby,” Logan buries his face in the crook of your neck as he releases his load. It sits deep inside you and you feel the warmth of him, the way his cock softly pulses against your walls with each spurt. “Never thought invisible sex would be quite that fun.”

You roll your eyes and playfully smack his shoulder as he chuckled, pulling out of you slowly and resting his forehead on yours. “Was it what you expected?”

Logan shook his head as he laid beside you and pulled you into his chest. “No, it was better,” He said while kissing your forehead. “Because it was with you.”

There was an overwhelming demand for a second part and I was far too excited to oblige you, kind readers! Let me know what you thought😁💕

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