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Fandoms I’ll do (Might get updated later):

  • Sinners (2025)
  • 28 Days Later
  • 28 Years Later
  • Dead Poets Society
  • Fargo (Tv Show)
  • Juliet, Naked
  • No Country For Old Men
  • Watching the Detectives
  • Jungleland
  • American Psycho

we met underneath the wooden sign

Remmick x f!reader

You always remember the night you met Remmick at the new club in town, how you found out who he is, and how you declared yourselves as “married.”

genre: angst

w.c: 5.6k

warning(s): smut, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, blood, arguments, some inconsistencies from the original story (a little more in tune with the hc's), mdni.

July 13th, 1933

The Velvet Corral had many patrons opening night, from hard-working men to stay-at-home mothers to young college students able to balance school and free time. It had blues, jazz, dancing, drinking, and drugs, which you can only get in Chicago. You weren’t there alone that night. You brought your boyfriend, Cal Parsons, with you. He wanted you to come to listen to the blues and have a drink with you. Hoping to quell things over with you since you were planning to keep the house your parents were giving to you.

Since they were no longer capable of keeping up with the bills and fixing the damages to the house that needed to be repaired, they planned on moving in with your sister, Tallulah. Who just got married and was pregnant. So, your sister was kind of giving you an earful about your parents moving in while she’s pregnant.

Wanting them to stay with you. You were stressed to the max about it. Cal wanted you to leave the house to your sister, marry him, and move in with him. But you were already hesitant to marry him because you’d only been dating for two years. He’d already planned on going to college, leaving you behind at his house. Having children while you stay at home.

Lord help me I will not be able to see The Bone Temple until next Tuesday 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ god knows there will be more Jimmy fics the moment I see it

Still writing the final part to ‘Twas Just A Kiss as it’s the longest of that series but I wanna get a feel of Jimmy’s insanity so I can finish it by watching the movie…

gunpowder and sugar are the same to me au!

gangster!Sir Jimmy Crystal x f!reader

Jimmy teaches you how to use a gun. For protection, obviously + shopping with Jimmy

genre: fluff

w.c: 1.8k

warning(s): violence, guns, drug use (cocaine), insinuations of smut but not present

Lounging around with Jimmy in his bedroom, he gave you some cocaine along with some Pixi Sticks and Pop Rocks. You put some of the white substance under your upper lip, then he tells you to snort a line or two so you can catch your high. Jimmy was amused as always. He dug out a package of Pop Rocks from his jacket pocket and shook it near your ears. Laughing when you jumped in fright.

“Ere’ Bonnie. Try some with some soda.” He offered you some blue raspberry Pop Rocks. Jimmy ripped open the package and handed you a bottle of Sprite for you to drink with the small, hard candy. Pouring some of the treat in your hand, you put it in your mouth, and swallowed it with the soft drink.

“It’s good, ain’t it?” You nodded in agreement. It fizzled in your stomach for a bit. The buzz from the cocaine hit your head. It made you feel euphoric yet energetic, just a bit. The feeling will slowly build up over time during the day. Until you met Jimmy, you’d never done cocaine before. Not even in Uni. You’d only have a drink or two.

੭ — levels of intimacy.

ღ request from: @generousvintagevictorianeagle — hi!! can you please write some dialogue prompts about a relationship/ intimacy within partners/ and caring for each other type beat… fluff and maybe a little angst and smut… much appreciated!!

჌ warnings : some angst + smut mentioned!

  • "when’s the last time you ate something?"
  • “let me run you a nice soothing bath.”
  • “you look so beautiful, baby.” “babe, i just woke up.” “you’re always beautiful even if you just woke up.”
  • “let’s cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite movie.”
  • “i got you a present, i hope you like it.”
  • “why didn’t you just tell me you needed a break?”
  • “i’m sorry about what happened, i’m here if you ever need to talk about it.”
  • “hey… hey… why are you crying?”
  • “are you okay?”
  • “this is a great opportunity for you, i thought you would be happy but why do you look so sad?”
  • “you know you can tell me anything right?”
  • “can’t sleep.” “i tried absolute everything but nothing.” pulling you even closer as they say “you haven’t tried everything, i think i can get you to fall asleep”
  • “wanna take this to the bed?”
  • “we can take things slow if you want?”
  • “fuck… you’re so good.”
  • “please… go harder.”
  • “you look so pretty as you squirm under me.”
  • “let me clean you up.”
  • “such a good girl f’me.”
  • “is this okay?” character a ask before going any further and character b simply nods their head. “use your words baby.”

will you do this for me and i’ll do that for you (modern au!)

Gangster!Sir Jimmy Crystal x f!reader

Jimmy Crystal, though he prefers to be called Sir. Yet he’s not an officiated knight to the King. You needed his help. You were desperate at this point. To make someone…disappear. Someone who was stalking you. Jimmy was known to make that happen for a fee.

Genre: Angst

w.c: 7.8k

Songs to listen to: Oui Oui Marie by Chelsea Wolfe

Warning(s): Smut, lactation kink, oral (female receiving), drug use, violence, gun use, death, degradation, nudity, stalking, blood. MDNI

You had met Jimmy a few times prior in a Record Shop nearby, as per what Spike had told you. The first time, you had to talk to the Jimmies before you were allowed to talk to Jimmy himself. It was almost like a test. Were you a spy? An MI6 agent? CIA from America? All these outrageous questions. All of your answers: no.

You thought at this point, they’d forcefully hook you up to a lie detector test to prove it, until Sir Jimmy Crystal intervened. Told the Jimmies to go back to “work” so he can talk to you personally.

His eyes looked closely into your eyes. Your body, your hair. Anything you had on your person, he zeroed in on. He sniffed your hair to take in your perfume, took your hand in yours, and slowly kissed the top of your hand. “Sir Jimmy Crystal, bonnie.” He smiled at you. You thought he was incredibly weird at first, but you yourself can’t help but take in his own beauty…in an unnatural way.

He told you to meet him again tomorrow night so he can talk to you again.

Covet, Dear Wife of Mine

pairing: Sir Jimmy Crystal x HaremWife!Reader
summary: What begins as curiosity turns into fixation. The man who built a kingdom on loyalty and longing finds himself undone by the one wife who treats him like a convenience instead of a god. As Jimmy’s obsession grows, you become untouchable - his favourite, his weakness, his quiet problem.
You married him for a guaranteed bed, the hot meals, the protection and dick on demand whenever you wanted it. Your desire to be free still trumped the need to be locked away in a room with others, unexpectedly bringing more attention to yourself than you thought necessary.

Not edited.

wc: I think around 5k

warnings: language, post apocalyptic setting, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of violence - blood and gore, cult dynamics, harem tings, jealousy, mentions and allusions to smut - missionary and doggy. Possessive and obsessive nature, body worship, breast touching, kissing, nudity, bodily fluids (cum). I guess dub con since Jimmy is in charge?

Actual smut and death in part two.

Part One. This got too long so I had to cut it in half for another part 🤭

Let me know what you think!

wondrous thing to be loved for all eternity

Remmick x f!reader

You and Remmick have been having an affair for a while. He wants you to be with him forever, but the problem is you’re still married…

Genre: Angst

Warning(s): Smut, oral (female receiving), death, blood, blood drinking, cheating

w.c: 3.7k

The air was thin, the crickets chirped, and the night sky was a dark blue. It had turned eight thirty as your husband left at eight. He normally works the graveyard shift at a club not too far from your home. A home that he built as a foundation of your love.

Odd, it didn’t feel like love or romance, at least on your end. It felt…forced. You tried your best to keep the marriage alive, yet it seemed like he was the only one putting in the effort. He made sure that he told you he loved you every morning he came home, and did small things for you like cleaning the house or bringing home some groceries.

Yet you were still confined to the house. Making sure you cooked for each other, cleaned the house yourself, and kept up with social norms. Your husband said he wanted children within the next year, but you were so adamant about it. The neighbors were getting antsy about why you didn’t have kids yet, even three years into your marriage.

( a collection of dialogue prompts stripped of fantasy, but burning with biblical intensity of desire and ruin. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
  • "I don’t love you—I consume you. And still, I am starving."
  • "If you asked for my body, I’d give it. If you asked for my soul, I’d bleed it out. But you want more—you want me emptied, undone, erased."
  • "You call this love. I call it worship, and worship always ends in sacrifice."
  • "Every time you touch me, I lose a piece of myself I will never recover—and I keep offering more."
  • "I swore I would never kneel for any man. Then you walked in, and I fell willingly."
  • "I would rather burn with you in shame than live holy without you."
  • "You will not be my salvation. You will be my ruin—and I choose you anyway."
  • "There are nights I pray you would stop calling me, and mornings I pray you never will."
  • "You are not my beloved. You are my idol, and I will die a heretic for you."
  • "I have given you everything but my blood, and some nights, I want to give you that too."
  • "When I kiss you, I taste guilt—but guilt has never been so sweet."
  • "You are not enough for me. Yet I would rather starve on you than feast on anyone else."
  • "I wanted you so much I began to want the destruction you brought with you."
  • "You think I desire your body. No—I desire your surrender."
  • "If I must betray God to have you, then let me be damned."
  • "I told myself I would walk away. But every time you call my name, I hear it as a commandment."
  • "I don’t want your heart. I want your weakness."
  • "You have already destroyed me, and still I crawl back, asking for more."
  • "You will never love me as much as I love you. And that imbalance is what binds me to you."
  • "You are not my sin. You are my altar—and I bring myself as the sacrifice."
  • "You’re not what I need. You’re what I can’t stop wanting."
  • "I don’t want you in pieces. I want all of you, even the parts that will wreck me."
  • "Every time I tell myself it’s the last time, you look at me and I believe in forever again."
  • "I would rather choke on your absence than breathe someone else’s presence."
  • "You’re not my salvation. You’re my craving—and I never stop feeding it."
  • "I don’t love you gently. I love you like hunger. Like thirst. Like I might die without you."
  • "If this is sin, then let me stay damned."
  • "You tear me open, and I still keep handing you the knife."
  • "I’ve kissed other mouths, but only yours makes me feel like I’m losing my soul."
  • "You call me weak for wanting you. I call it worship."
  • "I don’t want to forget you. I want to ache for you for the rest of my life."
  • "Even when you’re not here, you live in my veins like a sickness I never want cured."
  • "You’re not enough. You’ll never be enough. And still—I would choose you over everything else."
  • "I can’t stop confessing you to myself in the dark."
  • "I’ve ruined everything I am to keep you close—and I’d do it again."
  • "It’s not love. It’s hunger wearing love’s face."
  • "I don’t want your promises. I want the parts of you you swore no one would ever touch."
  • "You undo me with a look, and I hate you for it—but I would crawl back a thousand times."
  • "If I could strip myself of shame, I’d still keep you as the reason I fall."
  • "You’re not my sin. You’re the prayer I can’t stop breaking myself over."

antique romance

Lion Kaminski x f!reader

one canister, a boxing match, a wedding, and an apartment later. You give Lion the greatest anniversary gift he could ever want.

w.c: 4.2K

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mostly fluff.

You loved the smell of fresh linen in the early mornings of your routine. It reminded you that your husband was back home from work. It reminded you that he didn’t have to fight anymore for money. He had a job, saved up to get the business loan, and finally got the dry-cleaning business he had always dreamed of.

Had he not worked in the small antique store, he would not have met you. He always caught you looking at the canister inventory, which now sits in your apartment kitchen.

You woke up a little earlier than him. Your husband, Walter ‘Lion’ Kaminski. His body was sprawled on the bed next to you. Past scars from his previous fights from throughout the years. Your fingers are grazing his skin ever so gently. You smiled to yourself as you felt Lion stir a bit from his slumber.

beauty in the eyes of the beholder

Satan!Sir Jimmy Crystal x f!Reader

Lucifer was beautiful once, wasn’t he? He was prideful against the creator and wanted a war. But he wanted a war because of a beautiful maiden he saw on Earth…

w.c: 5.9k

Warnings: smut, body horror, a little naive reader, the Jimmies (very small appearance), religious imagery and themes. MDNI.

With eyes of light more bright than any star/in low, soft tones she started to address me in her own language, with an angels voice" Dante's Inferno, Canto II

You normally liked bright colors. From greens to purples to pinks to yellows. They reminded you of flowers that grew in the meadows. You planted in your mother's garden. She had grown ill, so you planted morning glories for her in various colors.

He watched you. Intently. Like a wolf eyeing a sheep. His eyes glowed a bright yellow before returning to their natural color. He wanted to seem natural. His long, blonde hair reached past his shoulders while wearing his purple tracksuit. His claws retracted back into his nails. He kept his upside-down cross in his pocket rather than around his neck, in hopes that it wouldn’t scare you.

His skin was tight around his bones; it almost felt artificial. Sometimes it itched, but he tried not to scratch or claw at the human flesh that graced his bones. His bones and his muscles felt off. Every time he breathed the air, they would contract. He could feel every movement within his body.

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