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Mommy... Master List

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Ava Coleman

When Shots Align ~Mommy!Ava*

Aaron Hotchner

It’s All Coming Down ~Broken!Aaron Hotchner xFem Reader

The Gilded Age

Bertha Russell

Bertha Russell Appearance Appreciation

Our Little Secret ~Fem!Servant!Reader*

Agnes van Rhijn

I’m Here, My Love ~Motherly!Soft!Agnes Van Rhijn xFem Younger(30s)!ClosetedLesbian!Reader

Sylvia Chamberlain

Trusting Mommy ~SugarMommy!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Younger!SugarBaby!Virgin!Reader

I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Dead Poets Society

Anderperry

Anderperry NSFW Headcanons*

Knarlie

Knarlie Headcanons

911

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Madam Secretary

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Henry McCord

Long Night Reunions ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Coming Home for You ~Nadine x Elizabeth x Henry*

Victorious

Jade West

Knives Out

Claire Debella

Baby It’s Cold Outside ~Claire Debella xFem Younger(20s)!CampaignAssistant!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Sinking My Claws Into You ~Dark!Claire Debella xFem Younger!Wealthy!Reader

The Old Guard

Andromache the Scythian/Andy

The Jurassic Saga

Ellie Sattler

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Alan Grant

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

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Ocean’s 8

Lou Miller

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Don’t Look Up

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She’s Been to Hell And Back ~S13!Alex Cabot xFem Wife!Reader(feat. Casey, Rita, Liz, Liv, & Amanda)[MATURE]

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Taking Care of My Girl ~Dom!Rafael Barba xFem Sub!Girlfriend!Reader

My Guardian Angel ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Investigator!Reader (Liz Donnelly x Alex Cabot) feat. Rafael Barba & Olivia Benson

A Day at the Zoo ~Barson

Cruella

Baroness Van Hellman

Only Murders in the Building

Jan Bellows

The Good Wife/The Good Fight

Diane Lockhart

Doors Closing

Flux Gourmet

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The Beekeeper

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In Her Time of Need

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That’s all for now, ciao ciao lovelies! 💞💞

[clerkrard]

going to start saying "it's ok i have the blood of akasha in me" when faced with any kind of problem at all

[monsterfucker-molloy]

[belovedblabber]

A female friend group WOULD fix Armand but Anne Rice often forgot to consider women as people and so this did not happen

[lesbianyuki]

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Finally finishing Interview with the Vampire season 2 in preparation for season 3!!

[marstonrider]

cw: smut, double penetration, probably inaccurate idk

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support!reader who’s earned the affection of the two tanks, Dr. Strange and Magneto. mag will toss you a bubble or strange will explode the enemy so they don’t harm you and in exchange you keep them up. after a particularly nasty fight they’re both pretty banged up and you’re nowhere near your ultimate! your primary fire, regular bullets charged up with healing magic stored within your body, aren’t doing the job fast enough and they need to get back out there before the enemy delivers the payload! lucky for your vanguards, stephen knows how to tap right into your magic’s source with the help of the master of magnetism, of course.

“keep your head up,” magneto instructed, plunging his cock into your hole. you moaned, thighs trembling against dr. strange’s palms. your feet where off the floor and your back to him and your front to magneto, sandwiched between two vanguards and their cocks while bullets bounced off the giant piece of concrete you three took cover behind.

dr. strange shuddered as he slid into you embarrassingly easily, both massive cocks deliciously rubbing against each other while you clamped down, making the two men groan out in pleasure.

“ah, much better,” magneto chuckled, his tongue sliding between your lips while strange reached to rub liver your clit with his fingers, your poor pussy clamping down as they fucked you through another orgasm.

stephen moaned, softly biting your ear, greedily pulling your ass back against his hips. “your magic is…ah…exemplary, my dear,” he panted, peppering kisses onto your flushed cheek. both their cocks moved agonizingly slow, both men too aware of their size.

magneto was less vocal than strange but no less sweet. he grunted against your mouth, pulling away to let you breathe, his beard tickling your neck as his rythm grew increasingly faster. “truly a marvel,” magneto praised, locking eyes with strange. he was close too. their cocks rubbed against each other inside your sopping pussy, bouncing you between them before they simultaneously groaned, flooding your spent cunt.

you craned your head up, fucked out and buzzing with pleasure. “all healed?”

magneto an strange exchanged glances. their health bars had been maxed out ages ago…

[iressails]

The L Word Generation Q 0204 'Lake House'

giffing this in our year of the lord 2026 because Autostraddle rated this at no.20 (out of 34!) of all tlwgq sex scenes and i got really mad. look at bette fucking gigi. LOOK.

bette taking the ring off and hauling up the little satin nightie and going for it and grabbing gigi's hand at the end and and and

[skzyeri]

trinity santos fic recs

F - fluff S - smut A - angst

last updated - 20/05/2026

one shots -----------

sorry - @alliewrights | S. A. ⤷ after a petty fight, trinity is determined to fix her mistake. ignored apologies turn into whispered pleas and a desperate need to make things right, until she’s on her knees, proving just how badly she wants your forgiveness.

take me baby, or leave me - @2shotsofanxietea | F. ⤷ reader has a massive crush on trinity, but doesn’t want to admit it. she tried to date someone else to get over the crush and be friends with her. however, when reader finds out her partner didn’t feel the same way and stood up their dinner/theater date. reader finds herself calling trinity to come with her instead.

just to be safe - @robbyxabbot | A.

windshield - @chrys-lism | F. A. ⤷ trinity's girlfriend ends up in the er.

ceilings - @elliskies | S. A.

sugar, spice, and everything nice - @lsd-astronaut | F. ⤷ trinity santos's soft spot that she would die before admitting she had it in the first place. dennis is so fucking tired.

red wine supernova - @catssluvr | F. S. ⤷ in which you and trinity are exploring your committed relationship slowly, only you getting to get a look at her soft side — until you come over to her house and her roommate walks in on a sweet moment between the two of you.

you're quite nice - @queensinxs | F. ⤷ trinity santos is sweeter than she lets on. you find that out when she helps your four-year-old patient.

cliffs edge - @mxflurry | S. A. ⤷ when friendship blurs into lust

pushing it down & praying - @everythngisblue | F. A.

loathing - @inlovewithquestionablecharacters | F. A. ⤷ your fellow intern santos hates you....or does she?

hostile work environment - @dolloebaby | A. ⤷ trinity liked you, probably more than she should and in a way that made her chest tighten and cause breathing problems. she could also be mean

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my dying town - @lovelettersfrommai | F. A. ⤷ when trinity's lola passes away, trinity decides to go back home to california for the first time in years.

[claireswhisperings]

munch!trinity santos headcannons

munch!trinity who begs you to let her eat you out after a stressful shift, getting on her knees in front of you the second she comes home

munch!trinity who gets off on your moans, grinding against the mattress to get some relief, any relief

“fuck…” she whimpers against your clit, finally getting to taste you. you throw your head back in pleasure, scraping your nails against her scalp

your sweet noises and the feeling of your fingers pulling her hair cause trinity to whine your name, moving the blanket underneath her in between her legs

she grinds against the blanket, feeling how slick her pussy is against the fabric. the tough material against her clit is so delicious, and your sounds….she cums before you do

munch!trinity who from the moment you first came on her lips could not stop thinking about you doing it again

munch!trinity who plays with her pussy while eating yours, letting out soft gasps against you when her fingers rub circles against her clit

munch!trinity who has the firmest grip on your thighs, leaving bruises along your hips

munch!trinity who whines when you’re too busy to let her eat you out

munch!trinity who begs to eat you out when you’re working from home. she can’t help being turned on at your concentrated face

“please? i’ll be so good, you’ll focus so much better afterwards” she has a sly grin on her face.

you glare at her, turning back to the pile of work you have to do on your desk. you’ve been working on a case for three hours straight, and are losing focus fast.

trinity slides her hands up your thighs, already taking her place on the floor. her puppy eyes are staring up at you, pleading you to let her taste you.

you lose all resolve, and nod you head. she takes all of 4 seconds to have your pants and underwear on the floor.

munch!trinity who is obsessed with kissing and marking your thighs, almost claiming her place

“fuck you, i can’t go to vic’s beach trip with all these hickies” you laugh staring at your legs in the mirror. the perpetrator lies on your bed behind you, blushing remembering the hours she spent between your thighs.

“those took a lot of hard work to make, i hope you know…”

“oh yeah im sure you hated leaving them.”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Finished good omens season three. The ending 🥹 *chefs kiss* Left very happy and very satisfied. Truly wonderful way to end their story *sniffles w joy*

[cissyenthusiast010155]

MY BABY CROWLEY

[rrcenic]

blocked all good omens tags i could think of i am NOT seeing spoilers until my watch party tonight 🙏

[rrcenic]

opened tiktok and IMMEDIATELY saw spoilers maybe i need a social media break

[cissyenthusiast010155]

NO IM SO SORRY

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Crowley, poor love is coping 😓

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Happy Good Omens dayyyyyyyy Season 3 babyyyyyyyyyy!!! <3333

(More thoughts to come)

@rrcenic eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

[ellieslutf1c]

Please write more Bette fics!

Lmaooo I had this one in my drafts 😭 (and the second part could be something more👀)

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

Pairing: dad’s friend!Bette Porter x fem!Reader

Setting: Los Angeles, 2005 — CAC, post-first breakup with Tina

Tags: age gap (r is 21, Bette in her late 30s?), seduction, slow burn, light manipulation, subtle power play, exhibition setting, art talk as flirtation, academic tension, sexual tension

Wordcount: ~2.4k

Not really that explicit but def sexual tension!

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You saw her before she saw you.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

The truth was, she had probably spotted you the moment you walked into the gallery — young, polished just enough, wearing that silk dress you’d worn for compliments, not for consequences.

But when your eyes did meet — across a sea of stemmed glasses and well-cut suits — you felt it.

Like you’d been chosen.

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Your father had spoken about her before. Bette Porter — co-curator of the CAC, genius, intimidating, impossible to impress. A force, he called her both with admiration and jealousy.

You’d smiled, uninterested. You weren’t here for her. You were here for him, for art, for that little flirtation with adulthood you craved when you stepped outside of college life and into a room filled with sharp minds and sharper stares.

But the moment she walked past you — tall, composed, dressed in a slate grey suit that hugged her like it was custom — your stomach dropped.

She didn’t even look at you fully. Just glanced.

But her eyes flicked down — deliberate — and then met yours again with a smirk you felt behind your knees.

You’d read about women like her.

But you’d never been alone with one.

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She found you eventually. Not near your father. Not among the polite conversations.

She waited until you were halfway through a glass of wine, standing in front of a Rothko with practiced interest.

“You’re looking at it wrong.”

Her voice — low, velvet-lined — startled you. And then… soaked into you like heat.

You turned slowly. She was closer than you expected.

You raised your brows, smiling. “Is that so?”

Bette didn’t smile back — not fully. Her lips curved just slightly, and she tilted her head toward the painting.

“It’s not about what it is. It’s about what it insists on being. Rothko was demanding, not suggestive. You don’t read it — you feel it.”

You glanced at her. Then back at the canvas.

“I do feel it,” you murmured. “I just didn’t know I was feeling it wrong.”

That got you a full smile.

Dark, sharp, amused.

“You’re clever,” she said, eyes running down the line of your neck like she was already undressing you in her mind. “That’s dangerous.”

You tilted your head, mirroring her.

“So is telling a stranger how to feel.”

Bette took a sip of her drink, watching you over the rim.

“Good thing I’m not a stranger,” she said. “I know your father.”

You bit back a laugh. “That doesn’t make you less of a stranger. That makes this worse.”

“Does it?”

That voice again — half-serious, half-laced with something far too knowing.

She leaned a little closer.

“You don’t seem particularly worried.”

You weren’t.

You should’ve been.

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Your dad introduced you later, like it was the first time. Bette was composed, distant, warm in that professional way she had of disarming people without ever revealing what she was thinking.

“She’s smart,” your dad told her proudly, hand on your shoulder. “Got into UCLA with a full scholarship.”

Bette looked at you as he spoke, and you felt stripped bare under that gaze — like her eyes were fingers, slipping under the hem of your self-control.

“I’m sure she is,” she said.

You smiled. You were blushing. You hated that.

“Smart enough to see through flattery,” you replied, playful but firm.

She laughed. Low, quiet.

“I’ll have to try harder, then.”

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The rest of the night was a blur.

She didn’t stay close — of course not. Bette Porter was not careless. She knew how to hunt without chasing.

But you felt her eyes on you all evening.

You bent slightly to admire a sculpture: her gaze.

You laughed at something a guest said: her gaze.

You licked wine off your bottom lip: her gaze.

And when the gallery thinned out, the air cooled, and your father was across the room chatting about lighting fixtures — you heard her behind you again.

“You know why I like Rothko?” she asked, towering over you.

You turned.

“No.”

She leaned in, inches from your ear, her tone slow and indulgent.

“Because he understood something most people don’t.”

“What’s that?”

Bette met your eyes — all restraint and slow-burning appetite.

“That silence can be louder than anything else.”

Your breath caught. Her fingers brushed your arm. Not enough to be improper. But enough.

“You coming to the afterparty?” she asked, almost as an afterthought.

You swallowed. Your lips parted.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’ll be there.”

Bette’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’ll be there.”

And somehow — you knew — this was already done.

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Part two or nah?

[rrcenic]

yes of course omg they deserve to dance and be happy forever

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