#alexis writes

[polarislex]

ive been working and editing chapter 19 the past 3 days omfg BUT I SHOULD HAVE IT UP SOON? MAYBE? HOPEFULLY?

in the meantime, not me trying to deep dive to see how old i actually made jaemin and crew bc i don't remember but im like...98% sure i said 18? 19? GOD

[martin-st-louis]

okay so like i wrote more st-lecavalier.

(mostly at 1am)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82718086

[goldnratio]

documentaries and chill

pairing: spencer reid x female!reader

word count: 532

warnings: 18+ minors go away!!! afab reader, fingering, oral, not really edited because this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year-

a/n: wow!!! i haven’t written anything in a long time so my apologies oops! life is just being life, but I promise I have those requests and will work on them when I can. figured I’d just post this old drabble (?) since i feel bad for the semi hiatus lol

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the documentary —one of spencer’s choice, obviously— that you were watching was long forgotten. spencer’s above you and the couch’s armrest has you at an uncomfortable angle, but you could care less with how spencer’s hands feel between your legs. his fingers slowly circling your clit and occasionally slips a finger into you, but it’s just to tease you.

“spence! a little faster, please?” you whine, clutching the hair at the of spencer’s neck as his lips are connected to your collarbones, leaving marks that you both know will show tomorrow but you just can’t bring yourselves to care.

he laughs, you can feel the vibrations on the column of your throat. “what is it, baby? you need more?”

you frantically nod, and spencer—being spencer—gives you what you need. his fingers move faster to stimulate the bundle of nerves, and inserts two of his fingers into your heat that cause you let out a high pitched whine.

your hands are tugging on his brown locks as he makes his way down your body, leaving love bites that his tongue soothes after. his fingers keep a steady pace, pumping in and out of you. spencer’s head eventually makes it in between your legs, but his mouth is biting and sucking at your inner thighs.

“please!” you beg. “stop teasing me.” your hips roll, asking for more attention.

“what do you want, hm? you gotta use your words,” spencer hums. he gives your thigh a harsh bite, and the noise you make when his tongue subdues to pain goes straight to his dick. “you want my mouth on you, honey? you want my tongue?”

the speed of his fingers never falters.

“yes!” you pant. “god, I want your mouth—please, sir!”

you’re starting to feel close, and based off how tightly your clenching his digits, spencer can feel it too. so he goes faster, repeatedly hitting that one spot that practically makes you sing.

“you can have my mouth after you cum on my fingers, understood?”

you’re barely able to get out your response before your orgasm hits you. spencer helps you ride it out; your back arches and your hands tighten their grip on his hair, he groans at the feeling.

“good girl.” spencer’s fingers slow down, and you swear you can almost came again from the sight of his slicked fingers in his mouth. 

you’re still coming down from the first high, and the feeling of spencer’s tongue against your clit is so overwhelming that you scream.

it’s music to spencer’s ears, and he tightens his hold on your thighs.

your hands gravitate from his hair to his shoulders, simultaneously trying to push him away due to your sensitivity and trying to bring him impossibly closer because you just loved the feeling of his mouth on you.

with the way he moves, it doesn’t take much for you to cum again. you’re legs are shaking from how much harder the second wave of euphoria hits you.

spencer kisses his way back up your body, leaving a trail of his own saliva mixed with your juices. when he reaches your lips, you don’t hesitate to kiss him like your life practically depended on it.

[hozier-mp3]

Decided to post those vows I wrote forever ago woohoo

[onoderaritsu]

The Only Thing I Want Is Your Love: Chapter 2

Summary: Yokozawa Takafumi felt like he presented wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be an omega: he felt like he should have been an alpha. But…it’s not like he change.

Succumbing to his omega presentation, he gets left in a situation that he doesn’t quite know how to navigate. Luckily, Kirishima Zen is there for him…even if Yokozawa isn’t sure he can handle it.

Word Count: 3k (this chapter)

Warnings: omegaverse

Pairing: Trifecta (Kirishima and Yokozawa)

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[thegreenerartist]

Lent

Should I stay? Should I go?

Neil Josten isn’t a real person. Like every identity he had before. Disposable. But... Maybe he can try atleast this one time

Andrew reached out and placed the keys to the Columbia house on his hand.

Did Andrew know what it means? How it feels on Neil’s behalf? 

Why? Andrew said it himself, he’s a rabbit. Bound to run off any time now. Will run, should run any time now. Why give him this key?

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Neil kept awake. It’s a foreign feeling. 

Even if he disappeared the very next day, he had already left his self there. The cousins will remember of a boy with brown hair, blue eyes.

That thought should terrify him. He has been remembered. Neil Josten is now a real person to the Foxes. His team. He will never be able to slip away without someone knowing him. Not his lies, but him.

But oddly enough, Neil wasn’t so bothered by that idea. He didn’t...dislike knowing that he was cared about. That people would notice him gone in a few months.

As he traced a pattern that is quickly growing familiar onto his hand, he smiled. Not one of his sharp smiles. Not his empty smiles. But one which showed that, yes, for the longest time,

Neil felt content.

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Tracing the key’s pattern on his hand is keeping him there.

He had to have a way to keep himself true after 2...3 weeks at the Nest.

So he knows he’s still Neil.

He’s still Neil. Not Nathaniel. Neil Josten. 

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With his death right over the horizon, he was oddly content. A family that wants him. People who would be concerned about his being. Friends that will fight for him. Contentment was a fine emotion. And when he says fine, he means it now.

The feeling of normalcy they give him. Partying. Friendship. Love. It was as if he were normal. His impending death hanging over his head has all been forgotten.

You know? I wanna be free

I want to be free

.

Big thanks to @foxlolpop for making me brave enough so that I can post this!

[msalexiscriss]

Summary: It’s Magnus and Alec’s first Christmas together as a married couple and their whole family is there to celebrate with them. It’s a mundane holiday, but after everything they went through this year, celebrating with family and friends that they all were alive and together seemed like a very good idea.

Status: Complete

Type: One-shot

Words: 2,954

| AO3 | FF |

[deviancyconfirmed]

Thirium Love

Human!Connor x Android!Reader Part 1

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Warning: Canon Typical Violence

Human!Connor x Android!Reader

“Detective...Detective Anderson.”

You shook your head the LED on your temple shifting from blue to yellow as you processed a different approach. Slamming your hand on the desk next to his head caused your coworker to jolt up, hand quickly reaching to his sidearm. The paperwork on his desk scattering haphazardly on the ground.    

“Wha-What? What the fuck Y/N!” Connor sat straight in his seat a hand covering his heart. He could already hear Gavin giving him shit for it.

“Detective-”

“Please call me Connor.”

“Connor, you’ve been assigned to work with me on this case. It involves an android and three humans. Captain Fowler wants this solved as soon as possible.”

Connor signed running a hand through his hair before grabbing the fallen papers. “Fine. Just let me get some coffee.” Shuffling the papers in to a neat stack Connor stood while tightening his tie. You followed closely behind already relaying a detailed report as he slowly sludge to the break room practically dragging his feet on the tiled floor.

“Connor did you sleep well last night?” You ask as the coffee machine whirled to life bright screen illuminating the dimly lit breakroom making a horrible sound in the process. Adjusting his jacket and tightening his tie once again he huffed a laugh mindlessly watching the machine sputter out coffee. There was a moment of silence the break room thankfully bare before Connor shook his head.

“Mhm not really, Hank can home from the bar pretty late last night, completely wasted, loudly telling Sumo about how the bar was too loud and he just wanted a drink in peace and...ha I guess it amusing now.” Lifting the cup Connor hissed quietly, swiftly sliding the sleeve on. Shrugging, Connor grabbed three creamers from the coffee stained tray next to him turning his drink milky white.

“Why were you waiting for him? You could have called me for assistance if you were concerned for his well being. I do not require sleep.”

“Careful I might just take you up on your offer. I’m just concerned, I really did think he was getting better but-old habits die hard.” Tightly gripping the cup Connor placed the lid on top before spinning around, a fake smile on his lips. “Come on, hopefully we can finish this quickly.”

The street was covered curious neighbors, EMT’s, police, and news crews. As the self-driving car slowed to a stop next to the noisy crowd. Stepping out of the car you scanned the house deciding on the best course of action. The house was updated with the latest security provided by Cyberlife, there was a small balcony jutting out from on of the rooms. The exterior was painted a light blue with the windows and door white. The owners were Shelbey McCain, died December 5th at 2:30 am, and her husband Peter McCain, died December 5th at 1:00 am. The third resident was their daughter, Hope McCain missing.

“Y/N, are you coming?” Connor glanced over his shoulder at you before looking back towards the house trying to determine what you were so fixated on.   

“I was getting the necessary information about who the victims where, point of entry, and what security system they owned.”

“Wait, just looking at the house gave you all that information?”

“Yes”

Connor chuckled then started approaching the house, you beside him. The inside was clean and orderly. The living room was a soft brown with a recently used fireplace at the center. Scanning the room you discovered nothing happened in the living room. Heading upstairs provided a completely difference scene. The hallway walls were sprinkled with blood leading into the master bedroom. Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching you dipped your fingers into the blood and took a sample.

“I’ll never get use to that.” Connor grimised examining the blood trail next to you.

Ignoring his comment you started the analyses. “This is Peter McCains blood, it appears the struggle started on the starway and moved to his bedroom. I do not believe Mr.McCain was armed due to the lack of thirium.” Following the trail you opened the bedroom and located Peter and Shelby McCain. Peter was on the floor near the closet with a paper weight covered in thirium. Shelby McCain was on the bed almost appearing to be asleep the only giveaway was the small traces of blood on the backboard.

“I bet you already know what happened, huh?” Connor asked taking notes of the crime scene.

“Yes, the android was specifically after Mr.McCain, he used a large kitchen knife and stabbed him thirty-two times. Ms.McCain was stabbed once in the heart, she died quickly.”

“Okay, what about the daughter what happened to her?” Stepping out of the room you moved to the daughter bedroom. The bedroom was dark even with the lights on. The walls were painted a dark purple and the all the decor was dark blues and black. The most noticeable thing was the closet door flung open with clothes spread across the black carpeted floor.

“She wasn’t kidnapped.”

“How can you tell?” Connor glanced around the room trying to piece together what you already saw.

“If she was kidnapped she would not have time to pack a bag” You stepped further into room looking at the balcony attached to the far wall.

“They escaped out the balcony, the android is still armed and it is unclear if the daughter is aware her parents are dead.” You turned around to face Connor who was already sending out an alert. You took in the his brows were knit together in concentration and how his hair fell in front of his fac-

“Y/N is their something on my face?” Connor asked wiping at his cheek.

“No Connor I was simple filling out the report.” You responded grateful for the ability to smooth your features to a neutral expression. Connor smiled, straighten out his coat.

“Well, look like we’ve got an android to catch.”