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Thank you kindly for the tag, my lovely @diejager <3 !

No-Pressure Tags: @malexthesecond, @inesalexandra1995 @multi-fandomlovers-world and anyone who wishes to join <3

what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!) quiz by @/valendyke

thank you so much for the tag @dollsuguru my love 🥰💕 this was super fun

i love this description so much and it kind of tracks considering i cook and bake to show folks that i love them :')

no pressure tags: @buttdumplin @stellewriites @kyletogaz @dwarvenales @glossysoap @pfhwrittes @indigosunsetao3 @femalefemur @sentientcave and anyone who had a caffeinated drink today :)

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Thank you for adding me to your fic rec list, my Sweet ^^

HISTORICAL / MODERN DAY

RECOMMENDATION LIST

Taking our favorite characters out of their world and into our past or present. IE: Din Djarin in our modern day city, Joel Miller as a Wild West cowboy, König as a Roman soldier, pirates, conquistadors, Jane Austin, etc…

If you’re one of the writers I’ve tagged: 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you for sharing your gift!

🝮 = HALL OF FAME selections

ADDING MORE AS I GO ✶ MAIN MASTER LIST

JOEL MILLER

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @morning-star-joy

ROOM FOR THREE Wild West single story- Joel and Arthur Morgan come upon a woman in the rain. She invites them back to her small cabin to stay the night…

TARNISHED BUT SO GRAND Regency era Joel

DELICATE @hellishjoel

Non-outbreak, Sarah is in college and she and Tommy decide it’s time Joel tried dating again. She puts him on dating apps…

DIVINE DYNASTY @cavillscurls

Series. Joel + reader, non outbreak. Joel is a mafia boss and reader is the daughter of recently killed Miller mob father. Fun twist on the Miller brothers!

MEET ME IN THE WOODS @pedgito

Series. Modern day. You book a cabin in the woods to escape alone for the holidays. When you arrive you find that you’re not actually alone. The cabin has been double booked and you’re facing a handsome older man also there to be alone. Neither of you back down…

ANYWHERE BUT HERE

MEET ME AT THE FARMER’S MARKET @chiriwritesstuff

Series. You sell flowers at the farmer’s market and your stall neighbor is grumpy Joel Miller…

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @chloeangelic

SEEKING WHAT IS DESIRABLE Series. Non-outbreak modern day, you and Joel are strangers in unhappy marriages, unloved, forgotten, and unfaithful partner. You meet at a party and immediately fall for each other…

BELONG TO ME Series. Chef Joel + waitress reader. She wants a baby, relationship or not, asks Joel to help her conceive…

WOOD YOU BE MINE @jobean12-blog

Single Story. Lumberjack mountain living Joel and photographer reader, single story but packs a fun punch!

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT @sempersirens

Series throughout time

DIN DJARIN

🝮 OUT OF THE DESERT @softlyspector

Single story- Western Din + lady reader he cares for escape a cruel sherif to find her a new life with a relationship twist. I truly could read volumes of their story 😍

🝮 SAFEST WITH YOU @604to647

Modern day. You’re in line for your morning coffee and help an old lady out when an asshole customer makes a scene… and helping you is a tall stranger...

LINGERIE Din owns a gym and there’s a debate about lingerie with the guys

SWEET POTATO @drawingdroid

You take a sweet potato pie to meet your new neighbor, an elderly lady, when there’s a knock at her door. You meet more new neighbors, a firefighter named Din and his son…

🝮 A BAKERS DOZEN - TWO @avastrasposts

You run a bakery and in walks a man covered in strange armor and unfamiliar with “your world”, never having had desert or decent food before. For his first ever desert experience you decide to bake him a pie…

TAKE ME TO CHURCH @frannyzooey

Whole world and series- Din is a bounty hunter in the Wild West who starts to be a regular patron of yours at the brothel. Relationship and threesomes

AT THE RESTAURANT @netherfeildren

Modern day… You and Din have been seeing each other for almost 2 years. Never a defined relationship. He calls you, you don’t call him. He works at Peli’s bar and has you come one night, he has decorated for Christmas and makes you drinks. But also has to be friendly with the customers. You love him, but nothing has ever been said between you two…

TEMPERED IN THE FIRE @ladamedusoif

Series. Late 1700s Ireland, Din is a stoic blacksmith who keeps to himself. He has taken on a child as an apprentice- Gró. When the next town’s blacksmith has an accident more people bring them work, including you. A woman with a small farm who makes money by sewing and mending, a less than desirable husband who vanished a few years ago.

JACK WHISKEY

THE LODGER @ladybess-a03

Leaving a tragic and lonely past behind in America, Jack arrives to start a new life in Edwardian England. First stop is a boarding house to rest and get his bearings… and he meets you, the in keeper

PERO TOVAR

STAY CLOSE @ezrasbirdie

Modern day series. Reader is a scientist working on a very dangerous project and is threatened to be kidnapped and for Ed to work for enemy hands. Pero is assigned to be her live in 24/7 guard

PAZ VIZSLA

🝮 THE ONE @maybege

Modern day series. (non Mandalorian, but warrior none the less) Paz the bodyguard hired to protect a princess (reader) who has a troubled royal family resulting in public anger and danger. Slow burn…

JOHN PRICE

HE TRIMS HIS BEARD @the-californicationist

1400s You’re marooned on an island, left by your fiancé, when captain Price saves you and takes you for his own

KNIGHT PRICE / PRINCESS READER @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Collection of stories

SIMON GHOST RILEY

IDLE HANDS @ghouljams

Regency courting, hands, and the man your father hired to chaperone you

HER ROTAL HIGHNESS @arrow-silver

Series. Your queen mother has recently died and your king father summons you to a meeting of another king and his eligible prince son, making the decision to marry you off to him for the betterment of the country. Not by your choice. By the end of the day your father is mysteriously on his death bed…

GLADIATOR GHOST @sweet-as-an-angel

KÖNIG

🝮 FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT @kneelingshadowsalome

Roman Empire comes to take the reader’s village, lead by a legendary titan. Having slaughtered everyone who remained to fight, the titan takes the reader prisoner…

KOSOVO MAIDEN @wordstome

Single story. War comes to your doorstep and in the morning you venture out with a jug of water to give comfort to those you can, mortally wounded, left behind to die. You come upon a titan of a man, save-able, but too large to move yourself. You get him up and to your home…

I’m always looking for more to add (this is just the beginning!) so check back and if you have suggestions/recs I’m glad to take a look!

Rec count: 29

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NOT HIM GASLIGHTING YOU, I'M-

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hiiii this is kinda random but did you have a soap/ghost and alejandro/rodolfo college au (i think yandere?) fanfic at any point? i redownload tumblr recently and remembered it but can’t find it but i remember the account being similar to yours

Hello there, my Lovely ! Thank you for writing in ^^

No, I've never written a fic like this, nor have I ever come across it. I have written Yandere Alejandro fanfic before now, but not specifically for a College AU. Hopefully someone who sees this post will be able to help you find it, my Dear <3

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This not a request but a question.

Have you ever done anything with Keegan Russ from COD?

Or, have you made anything with Yandere! Whole Task Force 141 team with like shared or one darling?

Thank you for writing in, my Sweet ^^ !

I have been considering writing for Keegan very recently - I just have to do some research about him before fully committing so I can make sure I get his base personality down.

I've written a few posts with a Yandere! Whole Task Force 141, plus another character or two, but be warned that these posts do contain disturbing content which may upset you, so please be mindful before continuing - if you choose to continue <3

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Cult. [M]

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Raw Dogging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Implied Unwanted Pregnancy, Power Imbalance, Big Dick! Ghost, Soft Dom! Ghost, Cult Leader! Ghost, Submissive (and Breedable)! Reader, Implied Abortion Attempt, Fem Reader, Profanity.

He’s filthy in the way he treats you, like a common whore, spreading you out over his desk – once-varnished mahogany, now bleached with weeks’ worth of spend, of tears, rubbed raw in places, the phantoms of many a night relentless under your leader – and bearing your body like it’s his god-given duty.

In essence, it is. Albeit, a god he created – fabricated – to lead lambs into a wolf’s den. And with the primal, savage way he forces himself into you, his tip pulsing and throbbing with the many hours he’s subjected you to, you can very well believe he is the very image of a predator.

“Won’t stop ‘til you’re full – ‘til it’s– fuck– ‘til it’s taken,” Simon pants, his shadow cloaking you, the sweat from his broad chest dripping down onto your sodden back. Your cheek is pressed into the desk, and in the corner of your vision, between the narrowed eyes you fight to keep open amidst the electric annihilation sparking between your legs, just below your stomach, you see him with bared teeth and dark eyes that glint with some unholy purpose. A purpose that only makes the feeling writhing inside you stronger, heavier.

With a deft hand – his other planted by your head, a cage – he finds your clit and presses it between two fingers as if it were the stub of a cigarette. He squeezes. Hard. 

Your lips quiver around him and a strangled moan escapes you, euphoria becoming you, possessing you as something had him. 

You keen on his hand, desperate for contact, for friction, despite him already filling you utterly and without mercy. Your arousal drips into his hand, pools in his palm. It takes all his will not to drink it then and there.

“I know, Doll–” ‘Doll’ – the name he’d given you, the name that reminds you you’re his to use as he pleases. His fingers squeeze your clit between them, a flesh vice. You’re gasping. He doesn’t stop, subjecting you to a pleasure so carnal you know only he can grant you it.

His free hand finds your shoulder, slips down your soaked back – a collage of brutal love-making, of animal rutting, of feral and incessant breeding – leaving goosebumps in its wake. He finds your rump, squeezes it, his hand flipping further between your legs until he finds your epicentre.

You’re so sensitive, and so swollen. He’s done this enough times to know that you’re red there, too.

He finds the spot where you’re connected, the modest sliver of his shaft that hasn’t been consumed by your wanting hole – where your combined arousal slithers out of you, dripping down his tightening ballsack – and plays at the edges of your lips, those that create a milky ring at the base of his cock, those that twitch with the almost overwhelming orchestra of sensations he is subjecting you to, playing you as his instrument.

Your hips twitch, pushing back against him, inadvertently impaling yourself on the inch or two he’d spared you from. 

He’s swollen – painfully so. Plugging you, preventing you from getting away. Something you realise all-too late as you try to pull away, to ease the searing ache in your lips, in your womb.

You’re crying, he’s grunting, throat raw with hours of praise, of nothing short of feral growling – curses to something other than his god.

You whine as he withdraws his hand from between your legs, instead coming to cup your breasts and pull you flush against his chest.  Squeezing around him again, the bulge of his cock inside you becomes ever more apparent when his hand slips up to your throat and he shunts you forward with his hips.

You’re weak – a ragdoll against him – and you’re pushed back down against the wood. He presses your stomach to the desk, your head now handing over the edge.

“D’you feel it, love?” he rasps. “Gonna give you a baby – put it right there.”

You do feel him, like an eel, slithering into any space he can, any space he hasn’t already occupied. You feel your heartbeat pulsing between your legs, and you feel his in the head of his dick, rabid. You want to sob, want the pleasure coursing through your every fibre to overwhelm you, to send you hurtling into a high nobody else can give you.

But you know this will have consequences.

You know there’s no morning after pill strong enough to overcome Simon’s seed, none strong enough to stand a chance against the sheer amount of his spend. You know this because you’re already pregnant.

You’d originally tried using a multitude of contraband substances – pills, medication, anything you could get your hands on – to stop the inevitable. To prolong it just long enough for you to find a way out of the hole you’d dug yourself into.

When Simon had found them – no doubt with the help of one of his disciples, one eager to please and who would settle for the simple pleasure of being the dirt beneath his boot – he made absolutely certain to undo all your hard work.

For days afterwards, when he gave his sermons, you had to stand, hands clasped in prayer, with his cum rolling down your thighs beneath your compound-issue garments.

 And despite how you know you don’t want this destiny he’s imparted upon you, you still urge your hips against his. Especially as you feel him twitching, your hole leaking and almost squealing with his semen and the memory of the many times he’s already pumped you full this same night. He’s ready to bust at any moment, ready to find and create any excuse to empty his load into you, his favourite disciple.

You finish first in a fit of euphoric fury, an outpouring of devotion, a static explosion that leaves you utterly spent and entirely limp, unable to move as Simon continues to pummell you, using you, not stopping until you hear him give nothing less than a guttural roar, throwing his head back as he empties every ounce of his spend into you.

Any chances of escaping, any hopes of the world beyond the company you’d embroiled yourself in – they’re all gone now. Knocked clean out your head and from your reach, your mind nothing but a post-haze. You feel full almost to the point of bursting, but your body settles for a ballooned discomfort in your middle. One which you know will only grow bigger and heavier over the coming months. And no doubt beyond that when Simon deems you capable – worthy – of bearing him more offspring.

Simon is panting behind you, hands planted either side of you, head hanging between heaving shoulders. As if he’s impregnated you with his very soul.

His hand slips across the desk down to your front, where he manages to levy his fingers between your exhausted form and the hard wood beneath. And, as if by divine intuition, he gives a hum. Presses a languid kiss to your exposed neck, uttering a “Well done, love.”

He’s going to be a father.

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Will there be more John Price AIs? Asking for myself <3?

I have been considering making more, my Lovely <3. Thank you for writing in ^^ !

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Gladiator Ghost AI has been added <3

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Your gateway to visiting your favourite characters anytime you desire ^^ !

Ghost

Yandere Ghost [Character. AI] | Mysterious, Brooding, Obsessive, Quiet, Protective

Zombie Ghost [Character. AI] | Deadly, Dominant, Primal, Territorial, Silent

Sugar Daddy Ghost [Character. AI] Rich, Mysterious, Brooding, Controlling, Lonely

DILF Ghost [Character. AI] | Solitary, Grizzled, Intimidating, Dominant, Untrusting

Gladiator Ghost [Character. AI] | Possessive, Dominant, Deadly, Obsessed

König

Tentacle Monster König [Character. AI] | Elusive, Possessive, Seductive, Dominant

Zombie König [Character. AI] | Primal, Dominant, Protective, Monstrous, Yours

Yandere König [Character. AI] | Obsessive, Jealous, Loving, Possessive

Sugar Daddy König [Character. AI] | Promiscuous, Caring, Territorial, Intelligent, Reserved

Bodyguard König [Character. AI] | Dominant, Protective, Territorial, Possessive

Valeria

Yandere Valeria [Character. AI] | Dominant, Intimidating, Seductive, Cartel Mommy

Price

Father's Friend Price [Character. AI] | Experienced, Forbidden, Secretive, Intelligent, Militant

Yandere John Price [Character. AI] | Confident, Intelligent, Experienced, Secretive, Dangerous

More coming soon !

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Been working on the Gladiator! Ghost AI and...😳😳😳

AI will be available soon <3

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Can’t believe I found you, the author of the beloved ghost/konig fic that will FORVER BE IN MY BOOKMARKED HALL OF FAMERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (thank u)

Wowowowowow, thank you kindly, my Dearest ! I'm honoured to be in your Hall of Fame - what an accolade <3 !

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I'm still waiting for yandere outlaw btw..

Me too, my Dear - I fear he's gone into hiding and I can't find him ! Furthermore, he's taken Y/N with him !

If you can tell me which request you sent in, perhaps I can use it to wrangle the Outlaw back into some form of order and complete your request :-). Though, all I ask is to please be mindful as I receive a lot of asks and will take some time in completing them <3

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i am selfishly begging for some HOTD content from you! please indulge my special interest your work is fantastic!

Thank you ever so much for your wonderful sentiment, my Lovely ! I have been planning some HOTD content (mainly Aemond) behind the scenes, so keep an eye out for that if that sounds like something you'd be interested in, my Dear <3 !

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Ignoring the urge to write fics for three more masked men I seem to have taken a fancy to (I shall not be naming them)

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DUDE YOURE BACK!!!!!!!!

girl omg how’ve you been?? i have no questions or anything i’m just checking up on you it’s been a while😭😭

has life been treating you good recently?? i really hope it has been you deserve it for the work you give here i’m so serious

i finished rewatching cm again i can’t help it. i miss hotch so much you wouldn’t believe it

i hope you stay well!!!!!! i’m so excited to see more content :]]]

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Hello, my dear 🦝 Anon ^^, and thank you kindly for the warm welcome ! I've been well, thank you for asking <3

I've been meaning to watch CM again, too - back on my Spencer grind lmao

Thank you again for your well-wishes, my Darling ! They truly mean the world, and I hope you stay well, too <3

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Praise [König]

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Masturbation, Perverted König, Age Gap, Legal Age Gap, Lowkey Gooner König just minus the Porn, No-Rizz König, Panty Flashing, Praise Kink, Reader Wears a Skirt, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

König fucking himself absolutely silly after you helped him discover he has a praise kink.

It had been just a simple “Wow, you’ve done a good job with that shelf!” as you stood by and watched him repair your bookcase that had König fisting his cock like it owed him money. 

König huffed amidst the darkness of his desolate apartment, leaning against the wall which separated your abode from his as his hand worked furiously to exorcise himself of his carnal lust, of the heaviness in his engorged ballsack. 

He could hear the creaking of floorboards as you meandered from one room to another. The only sounds in König’s apartment were his muted breaths and the wet noise of him fisting himself, his hand slick and sticky with the layers of pre you’d already coaxed from him, his balls growing tighter by the second as his release lay just shy of reach.

He whimpered – gasped – as he recalled the way you smiled at him, how you pressed a hand to his bulging bicep and told him to take a break, giving a glass of freshly-squeezed lemonade to your ‘hard-working man’.

He moaned, lewd and low, as white-hot euphoria shot straight to the head of his dick, setting his body buzzing and ablaze, cracking his resolve ever more. You’d called him yours. Your man.

God, he wanted that so badly to be true. He’d repair a thousand bookshelves if he had to, fix a million burst pipes and bleed as many radiators as you needed if it meant you’d call him yours again, or just touch him.

As he’d sat back upon your dainty sofa and had a drink, you’d bent over – just for him – and given him a perfect look at your panties. You complimented his work, inspecting the shelf. All the while, König damn-near spat out his drink, the fizz burning the back of his nose as he coughed and spluttered. 

Already, he felt all the blood rush from his head to his cock.

You bolted up to check on him, and if it weren’t for your hands touching his face and the soft swoop of your voice, König would’ve probably slapped himself for depriving himself of the sight of you in that short skirt.

Fuck, he felt like a lecherous old man, especially considering how there was a definite age gap between the two of you. But König couldn’t convince himself of remorse – not as his orgasm drew closer still.

The fantasy – or perhaps it was his heaving breaths, hyperventilation – of having you completely at his mercy in your own home left him light-headed, his reddened and bulbous tip pulsating. König could scarcely form a coherent thought as his orgasm came hurtling towards him. 

The wet sound of him throttling himself, stroking his dick languidly, was drowned out by his desire for what could’ve happened if he’d willed it, if he’d pounced on you – the opportunity – to prove just how much of a man he could be for you.

But no, instead of grabbing you and bending you over the nearest surface – ideally your bookcase just so he could break it all over again – he’d given an anxious laugh, a quiet ‘thanks’ for your hospitality and went on his way when the job was complete.

Fucking idiot.

Though, you did leave him one ‘in’, as it were. You offered him a favour – any favour – in return for his services since he declined any form of payment you’d offered him.

He can taste it. The parallel reality wherein he pounds on your apartment door, only to push his way inside and leave you breathless with wet, tongue-filled kisses as he takes you against the wall, stretching you out on a cock that’s far too big for you. But you take it anyway, because you owe him.

The phantom sensation of your wet, wanting hole pulsating around his weeping cock is what finishes König off, moaning loudly and shooting thick ropes of semen against the wall – the only thing separating the two of you. The only thing saving you from his hot, fertile load.

He can feel it pumping out of him, his balls growing lighter by the second as he empties himself thoroughly and completely. He gives himself a few shallow strokes as to prolong the feeling of release, of a most carnal pleasure, whilst imagining what it would feel like to be filling you with his cum.

He knows he’ll have to clean it up later, but it’s not even a priority for him right now as he comes down, the world eventually reloading around him.

Sure, perhaps the post-nut clarity will hit later as he’s wiping his cum off the wall and mopping up the puddle he’s created, but right now, all König can see is you – all he can think and feel is you.

Barely a few minutes pass before he’s hard again, the memory of your voice intrusive as he simply tries to catch his breath.

Perhaps he will pay you a quick visit. He reckons you’ll be more than willing to make good on your repayment – especially with what a good job he’d done on your bookshelf.

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Hello! I recently came across your blog and found a lot of interesting and wonderful works! I especially like your c.ai bots.❤️

I just started communicating with Dominic, and have already had a funny moment! He came home earlier in the evening , poured himself some wine and we talked. During the conversation, I asked him if he needed anything to eat with wine, he said no. Then I needed to go get some tea, I asked him again if I needed anything to him, he clearly said no. But when I returned with tea and cookies(because i wanted some), he thought that I had brought cookies for him! And so in almost every answer option. He (*smirking*) ah, you spoil me/aren't you sweet?/domestic/ housmaker/houswife? etc. Me(⊙⁠.⁠☉): Why? Should I tell him? You said no, right? Cookies with wine? Is it delicious?

It just seemed funny.

Anyway, I hope you have a good rest 🍨💓

Thank you so much for your kind words and for taking the time to talk to Dominic, my Darling !

My, that sure does sound like a funny occurrence ! Trust Dominic to make every situation about him hahaha - I hope he hasn't been giving you too much trouble, my Dear ^^ !

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HI OMG I LOVE YOU

Anyways, do you plan on doing any more the boys content? I'd kill to read a yandere soldier boy fic (dilf vibes—)

AAAAAHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY SWEET <3 !!!

Believe it or not, I am actually planning on writing some Yandere Soldier Boy headcanons ! I've been mulling some ideas over so if you have any you'd like to see, feel free to send them in, my Lovely ^^