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Hi, everyone! I'm back after some months of struggling with life ( but I'm much better now ). Thank you all for all the messages you've sent me during my absence, I promise I'll reply to all of them as soon as I can. Having said that, I'mma take requests for drabbles with prompts under the cut or with any prompt of your own!
Rules are simple ( please, read them ).
Only one request per blog.
If I don't feel comfortable or capable to write a request, I won't.
The writings will contain less than 600 words unless the idea inspires me to write it longer.
Don't push me with times. It can take me one day or one week. I'm getting used to being back and making all my hobbies fit with my new routine.
Don't ask directly for smut. You can add it to your request and I'll decide if I write it or not.
Always be kind, starting your request with a hello and finishing with a thank you. Don't forget there's a real person behind the screen.
** if you also like Lee Bodecker, I'm taking requests for him on my other blog @everyhowlmarksthedead.
PROMPTS:
“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”
“Give us a chance. One chance”.
“I just wanted to hear your voice”.
“Nightmares again?”
“Was I really that drunk?”
“Put some clothes on, for the love of God”.
“No one has to know about us, I know this could ruin you”.
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request by @beeroses. Hello!! OHH I'm so happy to see you back! Don't take it the wrong way, I've read every stories of yours 10 times but new ones... it's EXCITING!! <3 I wondered if you'd work some impossible amount of fluff with the prompt : “Open the door before I break it down” and Bishop ? <3 THANK YOU I'm super happy and I can't wait to read your new stuff (ALL OF IT 10 TIMES !!!!)
words. about 350.
warnings, tags. none.
a / n. none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.
“Open the door before I break it down!”
“Fuck, no, Obispo!” You yelled back at him, sitting on your shared bed, panting and cleaning the tears on your cheeks.
“Querida, don' make me use my strength or it's gonna be worse…”
“Go away!”
The next thing you heard was your husband crashing his shoulder against the oak, bursting away small pieces from the white frame. He almost fell to the floor, finding balance on the knob with a hand. Your eyes widened astonished while Bishop took a look at his mess. Then, he directed his black eyes towards you exploding in loud laughs just like you.
“Don' look at me like that, I told you”. He scoffed, walking dangerously slow straight to the bed.
But before you could go backwards, your husband gripped his hands around your ankles and pushed you closer to him.
“No more tickles, please”. You begged puckering your lips, lifting both of your hands in case you needed to stop him again. “I'm cryin', Obispo!”
“What will you give me in return, ah?” He inquired nailing a knee on the mattress, between your legs slightly spread.
“A kiss?” Innocently, you leaned to cup his cheeks onto your palms to pepper his lips once and once with a sloppy noise, until your husband chuckled closing his eyes.
Soon, he put all his weight on top of yours, purring pleasantly as you continued spreading kisses all around his face, drawing a path to fill it up completely. But before Bishop could tickle you again —seeing his intentions from far, far away—, you managed to turn him and lie him on his back in a quick movie. His laughs flooded the room, echoing among the four walls, when he found himself with his wrists pinned above his head on the bed.
“Watcha' gonna do now, Presidente?” You joked palming his cheek with your free hand.
“Don' play with fire, sweetheart...”
“Mec! Wrong answer!” You shouted bouncing on top of his abdomen, causing him to stirr funnily.
“You know you'll regret this later, right?”
“Yes, I do”.
“How lucky you are to be this pretty, 'cause you're dumb as hell”.
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a / n. sorry, babe, it took me an eternity to post it, but i hope you like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.
You're not jealous, of course not. But the beer between your hands could be a lethal weapon to that bitch who hasn't stopped flirting with Gilly since she has stepped in the clubhouse. Leti has told you that he's only trying to catch your attention, but the Mayan is very wrong if he thinks that's the correct way to do it. Clenching your teeth seeing her sitting on his lap, you decide it's more than enough. You didn't even want to come tonight to the improvised party, but your friend said it would be the perfect moment to talk with him. Men are such idiots and you just have confirmed it.
Emptying the half of your drink left inside the bottle in just one gulp, you get up from the sofa grabbing your jacket in a bad mood to leave the place, under a bunch of attentive and confused glances over you. For a moment you want to cry of pure rage, not feeling stupid, but frustrated because of the situation. But this would mean to give him a pleasure he doesn't deserve —anyone deserves from you.
Gilly looks for Leti's eyes, causing her to roll them, as he understands that he has fucked it up with his shitty plan. The big guy practically throws away the girl sitting on top of him, taking fast lungs to the outside to stop you from going home, or whatever place you're about to drive.
“Hey… Hey, wait!”
You don't turn at the call, sliding a hand inside the pocket of your jeans to take the keys of your car and unlock it. You're almost safe opening the door of the pilot seat, erasing all the possibilities when he reaches you to close it.
“What's your fucking problem, Gilberto?”
Trying to open your car again, he repeats the same action that a second before.
“I only have eyes for you”. He admits in a rush, standing in between you and your car.
“You think that shit is gonna work with me?” You mock inevitably, chuckling incredulously.
“I'm serious. I was trying to get you jealous”.
“Well, you get quite the opposite, pendejo. Now, get the fuck outta my way”.
You try to push him aside even if you know he's stronger than you, not earning anything more than a grunt that rips off your throat.
“C'mon! I'm sorry. I promise”. He pouts at you funnily, raising your hands to lay them on your hips.
“Don't you dare to touch me, after having that bitch on you”.
He assents with his chin, puckering his lips to distract you and steal your keys from your left hand. “Wait here. Don't move”.
Gilly disappears from your sight at the speed of the light, leaving you there intrigued to where the hell he has gone and to do what. For an instant you imagine him cleaning his hands, taking your words to the letter, so he can touch you. Three times, every two minutes, you have looked at the clock on your phone until you hear again the front door of the clubhouse.
He appears throughout it, wearing new clean clothes and a self-satisfied smirk curving up his mouth. You roll your eyes standing up from the hood of your car, stretching a hand towards him to get back your keys. But Gilly just grabs it to push you with a pull to his chest. Now, he has his hands on you.
“I'm sorry”. He repeats, therefore, hugging you with his strong and warm arms, not smelling anymore like smoke, alcohol, and women's cheap perfume. He smells like he used to, a dense scent that fills your lungs and dizzies you. “Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?”
The playfully question leads into his lips coming closer to the sweet and weak spot at the end of your jawline, pressing them on your exposed and bristled skin.
“I only have eyes for you”. He murmurs slowly, dragging every syllable to make you hear him as clearly as you can.
Gilly provokes you to stir slightly under his grip, feeling your throat getting dry because of his closeness, as the pace of your heart pumping blood through your veins collapses during a second. Drawing a path of kisses crossing your cheek to reach your lips and barely touch them with his.
“Can I take you ho—”.
“I can't wait”. You interrupt him shamelessly, making him throatily giggle.
“Get in the car, baby…”
Your brain takes it as a command, obeying in silence as he opens the back seat door for you. Stepping in, hoping no one catches you in the act —even if they're too drunk at this point of the night—, you almost jump on top of him when he's sitting by your side. His huge hands land on the back of your thighs, placing you better on his legs and pushing you down before slamming his lips on yours. Your teeth collide making you both laugh, cutting off your vocals when he urges you to swing just one time your center to the rock under his jeans. And you can't help but moan.
“Feels good?” He brushes your mouth with his, using that sensual raspy tone that drives you crazy. You only can nod.
His fingers make their way to your thong, not needing actually to put it aside, smiling pleased when he runs a finger between your folds and finding out how wet you are already. When you manage to undo his belt and the zip of his pants, Gilly raises his waist enough to roll down his clothes, watching lustful how his hard cock springs free. God, you're starting to regret not going home fantasizing how good it'd be to have this thick dick forcing your throat, hearing him praising you enraptured.
You lick your palm in slow motion, under his darkened eyes, to place it around his length, pumping him slowly as your thumb spreads all along it the hot pre-cum. Dying for kissing him, you focus on the gestures of pleasure on his face, squeezing your buttocks anxious for you to stop playing. So as soon as Gilly is prepared, you move a little forward to guide his huge cock to between your legs, spreading them enough to go down. The head of his hardness has to force slightly your entry, needing to slide it inside your soaked cunt slowly. So slowly. Taking your time to adjust your walls to him.
His gaze still glued on you, breathing through his parted lips, letting you take the reins for now until you're practically sat on him. You have never felt so filled, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he gets comfier on the seat. At this point, the worrying about being caught has disappeared, only getting focused on the tickles within your belly.
“Move, baby… I wanna see you dancing on my cock”. He hisses resting himself against the backrest, as his big hands travel straight to your ass.
Gripping his shirt in two fists, you rock your hips with no rush, having to close your eyes at the feeling of fulfillment you continue getting used to. But he needs more. Gilly needs everything. Nailing his fingers in your skin, he urges you to move faster, blanking your mind completely. You don't need much more to lose control and be taken by him. Your body bounces over his dick as the heat inside the car increases, needing to place your arms around his neck to find some balance.
The Mayan slams you a kiss causing you to grunt. He devours your mouth, bites and pulls your lips, dominating your tongue —with a slight pain arising in your buttocks. He is desperate. And he becomes more desperate any time he hears you moaning his real name.
“Fuck, baby girl… You're so fuckin' tight”. He whines closing his eyes, tossing his head above the seat. “Can't wait to… take you home and fuck that sweet pussy every day”.
“Is that wh— what you want, ah?” You gasp, leaning to brush your lips against his.
“Oh, shit, yes”.
Eagerly, Gilly places a hand on your lower back using his right to grip your throat. This is a pure fantasy, being fucked by the guy you like and his massive dick while being choked. He's going to be the death for you, that's for sure. And you can't stop, you don't want to stop. The swing of your hips becomes quick as he urges you to move by pressing his fingers a little more. You can't even control your vocals, echoing inside your car as your moans turn into a loud groaning.
With a move you aren't able to process, he manages to turn you and put you in his position. Gilly flexes a leg on the seat and stretches the other as he can, taking control and pounding you against the seat. The posture isn't too comfortable but it allows him to hit your g-spot without any mercy. He sinks his mouth into the gap of your neck, digging his teeth in your exposed skin while offering you his thumb to suck it. And you give him a whole show —blowing it and twirling your tongue around it until it's wet enough. He directs it to your clit, needed for attention, causing you to cry out when he gives you a sync pleasure by pushing his hardness inside your cunt and stroking the weakest spot of your body.
“Yes, baby girl… cum my dick down”. He orders gripping again your throat to face you.
He is biting his bottom lip by the center, noticing the sweat on his forehead because the heat inside there is too much for the two of you. His pelvis emits a dirty noise crashing with your center, watching you lose control over your senses and feeling just like a soul about to fly off. His hand in your neck is suffocating you, causing the knot in your stomach to grow and grow until you can't hold it back and it just… explodes.
“Don't stop”. You beg with crystal eyes and your mouth feeling dry.
Gilly's thumb is still overstimulating your clit and he doesn't stop. His thrusts become rough and sloppy, and whoever can watch your car right now can know it's going to need a check to the shock absorbers.
“Where do yo— you wan'me to cum?” It takes him some seconds to utter that question, being interrupted by his own delighted growls, nailing his orbs in yours.
“Insi— Inside me, please”.
The smirk that curves his lips causes you to shiver, only needing a couple of deep, deep pushes to spill his warm seed into your guts. Gilly presses you against the seat with all his strength, while his mouth makes his way to yours and devours it, still hungry for you. Tonight, neither of the two of you could get tired of this.
“Now… I'm gonna take you home”. He hums huskily between keen and breathless kisses. “I'm gonna fuck you… all night long, you hear me? I'm gonna leave… your legs useless, your body… covered in marks”.
You whine when he decides to push his dick balls deep into your soaked cunt.
“You want it?”
Simply nodding, he tightens the grip around your throat.
“Use your mouth, baby”.
“Yes”. You reply then, a little louder than expected, discovering how needed you are for that to happen.
“I'm gonna ruin you”. He purrs touching his nose with yours, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours go to his neck. “You want me to ruin you?”
“Ahá”. You pout at him inevitably, really wanting him to take you to your house.
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request by @graniairish and @scarletsoldierrr. Hi there. first of all, I love your stories. they always brighten my day. might it be possible that you could write a oneshot for me? pretty please ❤❤ something like, Reader is a single mom with a 9 year old daughter and works closely with Trudi as a clerk. she has only ever had negative experiences with men because they cannot cope with the fact that Reader is a mother. reader has secretly lost her heart to Hank Voight, but thinks she has no chance. but Hank likes readers a lot and then takes the first step. if there is a lot of fluff and a happy ending with a kiss that would be really great. / So excited your taking request. Just found your page and don’t know how I’m just finding it now!!:) can I request a hank voight x younger reader. He’s protective of her and there’s always been an obvious attractive and connection and something happens and they finally get together! Smut if you feel like it :) thank you ❤️your beautiful!
words. about 1k.
warnings, tags. none.
a / n. none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.
“Look who is here!”
Platt is never bothered when she sees your daughter stepping into the District. It just has happened a couple of times, her babysitter has decided to cancel her shift at the last minute and you have to work. But your boss is glad to spend some time with your daughter since she really loves her and always has a good time together.
“Sorry, Serge', Cindy bailed on me”.
“Hi, Trudy!”
“Hi, Alice”. They both melt into a noisy hug until the older turns at you. “No problem, (Y/L/N). We're gonna have so much fun today, right?”
“Is it Hank over here?”
“Not yet, but he mu—”.
“Is it Christmas morning?” The husky voice you could die for interrupts Plat.
Your daughter walks out from the counter, practically running to jump onto your other boss's arms. And he raises gladly, placing a kiss on her cheek. Voight is the kindest man you have ever met and he loves your kids with all his strengths.
“What 'you doing here, uh?”
“No school today”. She just shrugs her shoulders, as the man puts on her jacket drawing a soft smile on the lips you'd love to kiss.
“Wanna have breakfast with me?”
“Yes!” Alice screams, shaking her small arms, turning at you to ask for permission.
“Uhm… sure, just lemme gi—”.
“Don't you dare to give me money, (Y/L/N)”. Hank glances at you squinting, not focusing on you anymore to walk upstairs and leave the place with your daughter.
“He likes you”.
Platt's whisper takes you by surprise as you were too oblivious imagining a life together and Alice calling him dad, slightly jumping on your feet and frowning as you spin around to face her. She has both eyebrows raised and, by the lack of response, she waves both hands before putting a zip on her mouth.
You were playing it cool knowing your daughter was in good hands. Nothing could happen to her being with Hank. Until you receive a call through the radio, asking your patrol to come back immediately to the District. The officer doesn't say anything else and your mind starts to play dirty with you. You can't help but imagine one hundred situations where your baby girl gets hurt somehow. Inevitable for any cop surrounding her.
You stomp into the station like a bat out of hell, looking everywhere trying to find Alice sitting there. Safe and sound. But Platt intercepts you before you can open your mouth. She points with her forefinger upstairs, straight to Intelligence. Not even a minute after you're already at their offices. Emptied, except for Sergeant Miller sat in Voight's chair with a sour gesture on her face. Gulping as you watch your daughter in tears, sticking her head out the office, your little girl runs towards you to jump into your arms. She isn't hurt, so you know at the instant what's happening there.
Coming into the office, before leaving Alice on Kevin's desk painting some kind of magic animal, you take a seat in front of your supreme boss.
“This is not a kindergarten”.
You bow your head down, aware there are no excuses to make her understand what has happened. A woman like her would never understand.
“I'm sorry”. You whisper, tangling your hands over your lap, not being able to look at her.
“This is a District. A police station. What kind of mother leaves her child accessible to killers, rapist—”.
“Don't you dare, Samantha”.
You suddenly raise your head, turning to the door following the rough husky voice speaking in your defense. Voight is there, jaw clenched, arms behind his back.
“I asked her to bring the kid here. I went for a witness, but she knew to perfection she couldn't move from my office. And, believe me, she obeys my orders”. He lies. But he lies really good, taking a step closer to you so he can place a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/L/N) is one of my best cops. One of those cops Chicago should be proud to have on its duty”.
“I don't ca—”.
“And I don't care what you have to opine, Deputy. This is my District. My rules”.
The woman puckers her lips with a soft nod of her chin, before standing up to glance at you as she leaves the office. Now, you can breathe. As soon as the metallic fence is closed again, you jump out of your seat to hug him. You don't think that. You just act. Hank needs to take a second to react, placing his arms around your waist to bring you closer against his chest. You can't imagine how many times he has fantasized about having you just like that. As if anything else matters around you. And it feels really pleasant the lack of distance between your bodies.
“Thank you”. You whisper with such a honeyed tone, really grateful for defending you.
“You don't have to”. Voight replies, moving a hand to the back of your head, pressing you a little more to him —not wanting this moment to finish. Not caring who can see the two of you practically melted in that tight embrace. “Alice is okay?”
“Yeah… Just a little scared”.
“What if… we take her out for lunch, huh? Would it work?”
That sounds like a date. A date of three. But a date. A soft smile crosses your lips when you pull yourself away some inches to get lost in his brown eyes. Assenting, Hank tours a side of your neck with his long fingers to reach your warm cheek. And commending his soul to God, he leans forward enough to caress your lips with his. An ephemeral touch enough to race your heart, snapping down your eyelids. The sergeant only kisses you when he's sure you're not going to stop him, fitting his mouth to yours uttering a soft gasp of pure relief while you nail your fingers on the back of his neck to push him more, and more close.
He's always been the one for you, and now, Hank doesn't have any doubts.
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It's of common knowledge how recently there has been an influx of plagiarism of our dear Tumblr writers into the Wattpad patform. Hence why I took the time to put this together.
TO ALL THOSE BLATANTLY STEALING OTHERS STORIES (CREDITED OR NOT!) AND REPOSTING THEM ON WATTPAD:
🚨STOP IT! Please, be a decent human being for Pete's sake!🚨
-When we say DO NOT REPOST elsewhere, that is exactly what it means! Do not copy and paste others' stories into other platforms without their explicit written consent where they clearly state that they agree with you doing that.
Which honestly? I highly doubt that it can happen because if we haven't chosen to do it ourselves it's because we don't have an active interest on it and we shouldn't be pressed to do so either.
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Many of us are bilingual, or multiligual even, so if we haven't already translated our own stories it's because we are not interested in doing so at the time being, nor should we be pressured to do it either. You need to respect that! These stories are NOT yours to take apart as you see fit.
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Every written piece (fanfic or not) is protected by copyright infringement and Wattpad platform is subjected to the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (“DMCA”). This was signed into law by President Clinton on October 28, 1998. And the Title II includes the “Online Copyright Infringement Liability Limitation Act,” which creates limitations on the liability of online service providers for copyright infringement when engaging in certain types of activities.
What does this mean to you as the plagiarizer? That Wattpad does not want to subject themselves to lawsuits over copyright infringed works being hosted on their site, and authors have the absolute right to file a formal DMCA Take-Down complaint against you through the platform requesting you to take down the stolen contents from your profile. If you fail to comply with this in first instance, you'll be subjected to the permanent termination of your Wattpad account.
And in case that you're wondering, the DMCA-Take-Down Notice is a legal document that you're obliged to comply with! It's not optional! Once you receive the Take-Down notice you must abide by the terms there. Because even Fanfiction writers' works are protected by the Copyright Infringement Law. That's right!
"Fans own copyright in their own original contributions to a fanwork — they don’t own anything about the underlying work it’s based on, but they do own what they have made," Rosenblatt says. "The Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA) allows copyright owners, including fan-authors, to request that something be taken down if it infringes copyright."
-Quote by OTW (Organization of Transformative Works) in an article for Syfy (HERE)
Of course, that this is not 5 seconds and be over with, it takes a lot of physical and emotional energy to do so. Especially in the aftermath of knowing that your hard work has been stolen by someone that had no qualms in stamping their name on it and blatantly take the credit for it. But it can be done, it's established in the small letters that you agreed upon when you signed up for a new Wattpad account and you once again agreed to it when you selected this option right here before posting:
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You can report these plagiarist accounts following the information on the link below:
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