My Heart It Hurts

My heart ❤️ it hurts 😭

But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

Happy international Women’s day.

His One

Derek Hale Masterlist

Summary: It’s your first full moon since you turned. Luckily, your alpha is there for you. But nothing goes according to plan when you break out of your restraints. 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, near heat/rut, knotting, presenting, A/B/O universe

squares filled: @afgomegaversebingo: Presenting / @anyfandomgoesbingo Teen wolf edition: Alpha/omega / @mfbingo: A/B/O / @anyfandomaubingo : Free space 

Word Count: 3008

A/n: This fic was for @cryptichobbit​ ! To thank you for everything ;) This is an alternate universe where the werewolves are part of the a/b/o world as well, so a born werewolf presents near maturity, and a bitten werewolf presents on their first full moon, either as alpha, beta, and omega. True mates is a rare thing, as not everyone is a supernatural creature. Now that this is said, happy reading!

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Call Your Husband by His First Name TikTok Challege - Angel Reyes

It was quarantine and to say you didn’t spend the time at home watching TikTok was a lie as you and Letty would always send each other TikToks and see if they can do challenges to Coco or Angel. After however many days the quarantine has started, Letty sent you a TikTok of a couple as the wife called her husband by his first name and he looked at her as if he was hurt at the mention of his first name.

You texted Letty that it was a good idea and went to the living room and held up your phone, aiming it at the kitchen where Angel was. Quickly setting the video to sixty seconds, you pressed record.

“Angel! Can you get me a popsicle from the freezer?” You asked as his head popped out with a weird expression.

“Excuse me. That is not my name because I know I’m not in trouble,” Angel scowled, “try again,”

“What do you mean that’s not your name? That’s your first name,” you chuckled.

“No, no, no,” Angel shook his head, “to you, I am either daddy, papi, baby love, my love, love, or baby,” he went back into the kitchen.

“So, are you getting me that popsicle, Angel?” You asked.

“Sorry, I don’t do things for my ex girlfriend,” Angel’s voice was heard from the kitchen, after that response you busted out laughing as you posted the video and sent it to Leticia.

“Ok, baby love. I’m sorry! Can you please get me a popsicle?” you stood up and leaned against the frame of the entryway of the kitchen.

Angel smirked as he turned to face you, “I can give you a different kind of popsicle,”

You groaned, “you always gotta make it dirty, don’t you?”

“I been this way since we first met, I don’t know what made you think I changed,” Angel shrugged as you laughed and gave him a kiss.

Two Words

 This is for @faegal04 The One Who Hates Thanksgiving Challenge 

My prompts is :   “All right. Rock, paper, scissors for who has to tell the whore to leave.”

Summary:  You return to the clubhouse after being on the run for the past year.  Are you ready to return to your old life? 

Warnings:  Smut, dom/sub undertones, talks of ownership, mention of self-harm.  

Characters: Chibs x Reader (This is my first Sons of Anarchy story!) 

Tags: @captainemwinchester @kawaiirepublic @buckyscrystalqueen @blondesouthsquad @purplemuse89 @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @taintedgenre @roschelesworld @kellyn1604 @negan–is–god @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @mac5323 @marauderice @thecynicalnerd

 The handle was right there. You reached for it, only to pull your hand back, cradling it as if you almost placed your palm into a pit of snakes.  You bit your lip. That was exactly what you were doing, diving right back into a pit of vipers.  

                You turned around and almost broke into a sprint, you envisioned running so fast and hard that your heart would explode. But if you did that the running would never stop.  And you were tired.  Running was no longer an option.  It was time to go home, if he would take you.

               The door creaked open and you stepped inside, your nose smacked with the scent of stale beer and cigarette butts.  Empty bottle littered the clubhouse bar, but it looked like someone already started picking up, you expect it to be dirtier considering the night before was Black Wednesday.

               Your eyes went to the mugshot wall, unsurprisingly a few additional photos had been added.  The sneakers you wore didn’t make much noise as you walked over, interested to see who was arrested this year.   There he was, the picture newer proving he had a run-in with the law again.  Your heart started throbbing at the sight of him.  

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Greg Gerwitz x Reader: His

This is the final chapter of the PTSD!Mouse series. I hope you have enjoyed Mouse’s story. 

Part Ten of PTSD!Mouse Series - Can be read as a stand alone or part of the series.    

Part One: Night Terrors

Part Two: Making Plans

Part Three: Reflection

Part Four: Coming Clean

Part Five: No Pressure

Part Six: Self Care

Part Seven: Lucky

Part Eight: Home

Part Nine: Baby…

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