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[blkkizzat]

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[ghostboneswrites2]

D.D. || Seductive Summer

Fic Challenge (18+)

How to participate:

Choose your prompt below!

Tag me in your post and use the tag #ddssf so that I can easily find your work!

Challenge open until August 31!

Rules:

500-5k word limit

You may only choose one prompt

You may only enter one story from one account/blog

Story must be able to stand alone. You can use it as part of an ongoing series, but it needs to stand on its own just fine.

Clearly tag NSFW works and use warnings

To keep things simple, stories must be reader inserts (Daryl x Reader)

Not a rule, but feel free to keep reader descriptions vague for the sake of inclusivity!

Story does NOT have to include smut!

Results:

Stories posted/submitted by August 31 will be compiled into a challenge masterlist (which I’ll also link on my main masterlist)

Within the second week of September, polls will be posted for readers to vote for their favorite story from each prompt

Winners from each prompt will have a story of their choice linked on my masterlist & to all of my one shots & reader requests until October 1st!

Prompts:

In spirit of this particularly hot summer, these prompts are all inspired by refreshing fruits 🍉

These prompts are intentionally somewhat vague to leave room for interpretation and unique execution.

This means these can be AUs, pre-apoc, within the canon timeline, etc.

Quick edit!!! - The collages I made for these prompts are very fem coded and that is for one reason and one reason only: because the app I use doesn’t have many (if any) masc stickers to use for things like this. Your reader does not have to be fem!reader!!

1. Lemonade 🍋

Prompt: Serving a cold treat on a hot day.

Quote: It’s mighty sweet.

2. Cherry Bomb 🍒

Prompt: He can’t focus on the task at hand with a vixen around to distract him.

Quote: Quit smackin’ your red lips and help me.

3. Peachy 🍑

Prompt: The Georgia Peach can’t resist the bad boy next door.

Quote: Well ain’t you just a peach.

dividers from @sister-lucifer

[inactiveobeymeblog]

haii, me again! I would like to request 🍒 & 🗣

ty <3

A/N: Based on your last ask, I’m going to guess you’re requesting for Beelzebub again XD Thanks for requesting 💙

Characters: Beelzebub

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used, no specified gender, no mentions of MC’s genitalia, Beel can be depicted as a bottom or top, but in this he’s a switch

Prompts: “🍒” and “🗣”

🍒 - How quick are they to finish?

It depends on the level of stimulation.

If he’s receiving stimulation at a low and steady rate in just one area (ex: penis, nipples, anus, etc.), it would take a while for him to finish.

But if he’s being stimulated in a moderate manner without any breaks in between, he’ll finish in about a good 7-10 minutes. (If he’s the one topping, it will take him about this long to finish.)

But if you really want him to finish in under five minutes, then overstimulate him by roughly stimulating all of his sensitive areas, especially his nipples. (If he’s bottoming, it wont take him long to finish.)

🗣 - How loud are they?

Once again depends on the level of stimulation, but it also depends where he’s at.

Again, if he’s being slowly stimulated, he’s not that loud. Only a couple of sighs and hums every now and then.

If he’s being moderately stimulated, expect some shy moans, and a few loud grunts and groans. Other than that, there’s not anything too crazy.

But if he’s being overstimulated, he’s down right letting other people nearby know he’s being taken care of so well by his dearest MC.

But place wise? That’s different.

If he’s not in a public place, i.e. his room, with no one around, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. If it’s a moderately remote public place, i.e. an alleyway, he’s going to try keeping his voice down. But if it’s a very open and public place, i.e. a private VIP room in a club or out in the open, he’s not getting very loud.

He also doesn’t like to have sex in public places. It’s just not a thing for him. So if he’s letting you have sex with him outside of the house, then it’s either a rare, an emergent, or special occasion.

[veras1ne]

♟️ 🍒 WITH ANI PLZZ

“Insubordinate.”

Hi angel! Sorry I took so long on this request, took a short mental break hiatus because I’ve had a lot on my schedule and it’s caused me to force a break on myself but I’m back and I’m here with your request :)<3🦢

Special thank you to @anisbaby for giving me silly little notes on this and basically being my beta reader LOL

Find my prompt lists here! They are divided into smutfic prompts and fluffy prompts!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary 🕊️: Dealing with jealousy was not a strong suit of Anakin’s, and seeing you with another man very close to him was certainly a recipe for a hot disaster, but in the end I think you’ll find it was more of a beautiful disaster.

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🪷: Your media consumption is NOT my responsibility, these are your warnings for the following: Jealous sex, semi-public, forbidden relationships, squirting, cum eating, PIV, cunnalingus/eating pussy.

🫧Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/AFAB!Reader

Your laughter pierced through the garden of the Jedi temple. While working there, you became familiar with many of the masters and padawans alike, enough to even form a relationship with their most prized knight, General Skywalker. He often visited your quarters, and you would spend long hours in his company chatting about anything and everything, sharing stories of the war as it unfolded.

What blossomed as a small friendship bloomed into watching the sunrise and taking warm showers holding one another. It was love at first sight. You just couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.Your thoughts were constantly clouded by the feeling of his lips on yours and the heat in your chest when your eyes would meet.

One thing you knew about Anakin was how he felt about competition, and more specifically, jealousy.

Although he knew that there was no other person or creature in the system that could compare to the love that you felt for him, his heart twinged whenever he saw you with another, smiling and laughing in the way that only he made you feel happy. In his mind, he should be the only one to make you feel the butterflies he puts in your stomach and the way your lips fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces.

Even with others he knew very well, like Master Kenobi, his mind couldn’t help but wander as he caught the two of you conversing in the gardens as you were working on planting a new flowerbed.

Your giggles took him back to reality as you looked at Obi-Wan, smiling as he was telling you about something Master Yoda had said earlier that day. "Master Yoda always finds a way to amuse me, but enough about him. I hope the Sun has not been too harsh on you today, yes? I take it you and my padawan have quite the relationship; I always catch the pair of you chatting about,” He playfully suggested it, giving you a sly smile. You turned your head, setting down the shovel, and smiled. "Master Kenobi, you know Anakin and I are just friends. I’ve been working at this temple so long that he’s practically a brother to me." You dusted your hands on your apron, wiping the dirt and clay off and onto your clothes, and moved to the next spot you had dug out before Master Kenobi got your attention.

Anakin’s face fell slightly when you said that, ignoring that Jedi were not supposed to have romantic feelings for others in the first place. "Ah, of course. Well, I must attend my class in order to train the younglings. Hopefully they haven’t been causing any havoc in the gardens recently." He waved his hand dismissively at the following conversation, quickly moving on. "Of course not; have a good session, Master." You smiled and waved goodbye, turning your attention to the abandoned flowers, not realizing the footsteps coming from behind you.

You turned to greet the presence and froze. Anakin’s face was flushed with jealousy and, ultimately, rage. Normally he would put situations like these behind him, but there it was, his deep blue eyes burning holes into you. “Oh, please, don’t let me disturb you. I wouldn’t want my friendly presence to cause you trouble." His words spat like heat from a fire, scorching your skin and causing you to scoff. “Ani, you know it isn’t like that at all; I just didn’t know what to tell him. I don’t want to mess anything up for you." Your voice lowered to barely above a whisper, knowing he couldn’t hear you despite being right beside you. “Please, Anakin, let’s just leave it alone; you know I would never do that to you." You pleaded softly, trying your hardest to keep yourself together.

Anakin shook his head and smiled. "You can call me your friend all you want, but I didn’t think that being just friends meant that I fuck the shit out of you every night and make you scream my name." His hand drifted to your waist, pulling you in to whisper in your ear, "You know that Master Kenobi couldn’t fuck your pussy as good as I can." The words sent chills down your spine as he ran his teeth along your neck and bit the lobe gently.

Your mouth hung open as if you were shocked by his boldness. A low growl rumbled from deep within his chest, sending goosebumps down your arms and causing your entire body to heat up and send fireworks through your fingertips. His grip tightened ever so slightly on the flesh below as he trailed kisses across your cheek.

His breath ghosted against your lips, sending shivers up and down your spine. "Anyone could catch us here, and yet you still want me so bad, don’t you?" You whined as he kissed you, needing to feel his naked skin on yours. Anakin, please. Don’t play these games with me." His hand slipped beneath your apron, caressing over your hips, fingers grazing against your pants, teasing your sensitive nerves.

Your knees nearly buckled under you, and you whimpered against his mouth. His tongue danced around yours and teased you with light strokes.

All you could feel was his hot body, his touch, his scent, and his taste. He lifted your body to rest on his hips, capturing your lips in a kiss and backing into a door, jiggling the doorknob, and walking into the nearest empty room. "You look so divine when you’re out working. Even if you’re all sweaty and dirty, a little grime never hurts anyone." You jeered at his comment, making a face of disgust: "Maker, Anakin, you’re gross." He smiled at you as he set you on the table in front of you, saying, "I don’t think you’ll be saying that after I eat out this pussy. I want to see you cream all on my face, baby." Your breathing grew heavy as lust filled his gaze as he stripped you from your heavy apron and made short work of your dark pants and underwear.

His hands gripped your hips possessively as his thumb traced your folds while his mouth worked to suckle you, earning a loud moan.

The need for his touch had taken control, driving you crazy, and you pushed his head closer to your chest. The feel of his warm tongue swirling over your clit caused you to arch back and thrust your hips forward involuntarily.

Your hands gripped the sides of his head, pushing further towards the center as you moaned louder and louder each time he licked harder, the slurping of your juices causing you to be taken aback in pleasure as he arched you towards your release. Your nose scrunched as you tugged on his hair, eliciting a moan out of his mouth as he pinned down your thighs, causing you to stop squirming as they shook. He was relentless in his attack, and you could feel your orgasm rippling through.

His teeth lightly grazed your entrance as he slowly sank his tongue back inside you, licking away your cum and juices as you gasped in pure ecstasy. He continued for a few minutes, sucking and playing with your clit until he stopped, kissing the inside of your thighs and coming up from your pussy, his chin glistening from your cum and liquids.

After his tongue had left you and you were able to catch your breath, you reached your arms up to cup his jaw as you gazed into his eyes. "Thank you, baby." Anakin smirked before removing his robes and belt, "You know nobody else could ever fuck you like I can." His voice was snarky and vile, his dark blue eyes staring at you almost as if he had something to prove as he pulled out his cock and positioned himself at your entrance, sliding into you slowly with a soft groan. Shortly, you were moaning underneath his thrusts and begging for more of his touches.

Once again, he placed his lips on yours as he picked up the pace and moved his hips faster, creating sparks between your bodies that made you squirm on the table. "Thank you so fucking much—thank you, Ani." You moaned out in a whine as he tweaked with your nipple, eliciting a shock through your body, which translated to pleasure. You clutched onto his shoulders as he continued to move faster, your legs shaking beneath him. You came in a rush as his thrusts hit your sweet spot, as well as a few spasms in his cock as he chased his own high.

You cried out once more as he continued to move his hips rapidly into yours, the overstimulation bringing you to another orgasm, this time your liquids spraying on your partner, soaking your bodies in your release as he came inside of you, the both of your cum dripping from your pussy as he wiped it with his fingers and stuffed his cream back into your wet hole. "Put your pants and apron on. We’re going to take a little stroll back to your quarters," he commanded, handing your garments to you as you obeyed him.

Taking your hand, he helped you get back to your feet as he wrapped his robe around you, leaving him in his undershirt and pants.

The light of the sun made you squint as you looked outside, your attention being redirected as Obi-Wan coughed next to you, his face filled with disgust and recognition, but no words were exchanged.

“Hello Master!" Anakin smiled at him cheerfully and waved as Master Kenobi walked past, trying to avoid the mess between you and Anakin. “Anakin." He dismissed Ani with a nod, walking off and trying not to laugh as he sensed your embarrassment once you slapped Anakin’s arm. "Anakin! What happened to being inconspicuous?" He smiled at you, holding your waist, and said, "Just a reminder that I’m the only one you should be touching yourself to at night." His pride struck a chord with you as you scoffed.

"You really are gross."

[nanamiscocksleeve]

💦 🍑𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 🍆💦

Hello kink kittens! We back with another Thirsty Weekends! Let's get good and wet! How to send in a request? Pick a prompt, and a character(s) from either JJK or Love and Deepspace.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI A few reminders: 1. The prompts have caps, 2 per this time 2. Now writing for Love and Deepspace as well so please request our lovely men in addition to JJK! 3. Repeats will be linked to previous work. 4. People with their username and emoji designated anons will be answered first. Please inbox me if you want an emoji. 5. Inbox closes at Sunday at 12 PM , PST. Take some time to brush up on the general rules, thirsty weekends rules, and the anon emoji list before requesting. All prompts have been borrowed from @creativepromptsforwriting 

Prompt List:

“My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” (1/2)

“The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind.” (1/2)

“Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.” (0/2)

“Oh, I love that sound you make.” (2/2)

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” (1/2)

“Can you feel how much I want you?” (2/2)

“Sleep is overrated. I have better ideas.” (2/2)

“You know me so well. You always find the right spot.” (1/2)

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.” (1/2)

"Oh, you like that?" (1/2)

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." (1/2)

“A little biting never hurt nobody.” (1/2)

"Can you be good for me?" (2/2)

"It's so hot when you talk like that." (1/2)

"Stop teasing me and do it!" (0/2)

🍒𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔❢🫦

-𝒩𝒞𝒮

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[mirohlayo]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ LYNA 1K CELEBRATION EVENT !! ᯓᡣ𐭩 (CLOSED)

welcome to my 1k celebration event, to thanks all of you for this milestone ! ᥫ᭡

first of all, I just wanted to thank you all for your huge support, it means a lot to me and I am infinitely grateful to all of you. I haven't done anything for my 100-900 followers but know that they mean a lot to me when I reach them, and I am sincerely touched by your support, like the only thing that I can say to you guys is just thank you so so so much !!! ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

it's not every day that I can accomplish a milestone, so as a thank you gift I decided to launch a requests event on different drivers

╰┈➤ RULES ᯓ

→ I will write only driver x reader, or f1 grid x reader. you can choose oscar piastri, lando norris, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russel, max verstappen and daniel ricciardo

→ I will write most one shot and imagines stories, but also smau if you want, just let me know what type of story you want me to write

→ event will run from may 8th to may 15th. I didn't choose specific timescales because jet lag is different depending on the country where you live, so I will accept late requests (1 day only)

→ please refer to the request keys (fruits) so as not to create a mess, if this is not the case I will not take your request !!

→ you can request as many as you want, so feel free to ask literally anything, I'll be more than happy to answer any of you

→ I don't always have time to write but I always try to do it as quickly as possible, so please be respectful and patient.

enjoy ᯓᡣ𐭩

₊ ⊹ WELCOME TO THE FRUIT MARKET 🍏 ˎˊ˗

୨🍒ৎ you choose the cherry ! often in pairs of two, this fruit is perhaps the perfect representation of two sidekicks, or simply two people who love interacting together. let's bake a delicious cherry pie while chatting, ask me anything and let's talk about whatever you want ! ⋆.˚

୨🍓ৎ you choose the strawberry ! red and juicy, it is a source of comfort. strawberry is for those who love romance and cute little interactions, who simply want to feel sweetness and love, soft touches and gazes. bake your strawberry pie with those fluff prompts 𐙚

୨🍋ৎ you choose the lemon ! this fruit is not there to satisfy everyone. tangy, it attacks the taste palate of certain people. however, those who love it are not afraid to do themselves a little harm, savoring the delicious bitter and sour taste. maybe a sticky situation is what they're looking for. bake your lemon meringue pie with those angst prompts ⊹ ࣪ ˖

୨🥥ৎ you choose the coconut ! be careful, you risk hurting yourself when cutting this coconut! but it may be worth it, because the sweetness and freshness of this fruit fascinate those who dream of a little love during difficult times. bake your creamy coconut cake with those hurt/comfort prompts ʚ

୨🍉ৎ you choose the watermelon ! watermelon is surely one of the most loved fruits of all. slightly fruity and sweet, it leaves an aftertaste of comfort, that you almost want to ask for more. this fruit is perfect for those who swear by romantic physical touches. bake your watermelon flavored cookies with those acts of love / physical affection prompts ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

and lastly, once again, huge thank you ᥫ᭡ <33

ALL CREDITS TO THE OWNERS AND AUTHORS, PROMPTS ARE NOT MINE

EVENT CLOSED

[finniestoncrane]

🩷🍿 Finnie's 2k Follower Event 🍿💚

🩷💚🩷 EVENT NOW CLOSED 🩷💚🩷 hello and welcome to my silly little cinema 🩷💚🩷💚 this time around i've got options for moodboards, mini playlists, character pairings, and as always, ficlets and headcanons!! as always my little beloveds, read my rules, & send your requests in (and include reader's gender/pronoun/genital info where needed!) i don't know how many requests i'll do (edit: i'll be doing 50 requests for this event, there are still plenty of spaces!!) and i'll try to avoid similar prompts!! (normal requests are still open just now but i won't be writing them or posting them until after the event) along with the drabbles and headcanons, i'll also do a little giveaway of sorts with some commissions, so anyone who asks off anon will be included into a little draw for a free 500 word commission, and i'll pick some winners just to express how much love i have for you all ;-;💚 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2k (to follow or to block)

hi welcome to the cinema!! are you ready to purchase your tickets?

i'll let my date decide [tell me a bit about yourself for a character pairing!]

yes!! [please scroll for options and prompts!]

if you're not here for a date, please choose from the options below and let me know which character you want!! (pick literally any character from my "will write" list! 1 for x reader, 2 for ships)

no more requests for btaa!scarecrow or zero year!riddler, please! their egos will explode lmao

where would you like to be seated? (pick 1 option)

right in the middle [movie soundtrack - mini playlist based on the character]

aisle seat [movie poster - i'll make a little moodboard based on the character]

front rows [short fic/drabble - scroll for the next options!]

back rows [headcanons/short form - scroll for the next options!]

which genre of movie would you like to see? (pick 1)

science-fiction [smut/pwp]

horror [dead dove/something dark]

action [hurt/comfort - physical]

drama [hurt/comfort - emotional]

romantic comedy [tooth rotting fluff]

thriller [angst]

and what would you like in your snack box? (pick up to 3, also yeah whatever my theatre serves fries and burgers!!)

🥤 soda [praise kink]

🧋 bubble tea [posessiveness]

🧃 fruit juice [touch starved, tensing up when shown affection]

🍹 cocktail [acts of care]

🍷 wine [confessing feelings]

🍺 beer ["i didn't mean it... it was an accident"]

🍕 pizza slice [dry humping]

🍔 slider [begging]

🌭 hotdog ["they'd/you'd never feel that way about me"]

🌶️ nachos [comforting through a breakup while pining]

🍟 fries [pet play]

🥓 jerky [oral sex/rimming]

🍿 sweet popcorn [sex as a tension release]

🧂 salted popcorn [watching a movie together]

🧈 butter popcorn ["look at you, you're dripping all over yourself"]

🧀 cheese popcorn [rough sex]

🥨 pretzel [roleplaying]

🍩 donut ["i think i love you"]

🍪 chocolate cookie [biting/licking/sucking]

🌈 rainbow cookie [clumsy first kisses]

🧁 cupcake [cnc/noncon/dubcon]

🍎 fruit cup ["you're going to ruin me"]

🍫 chocolate bar [voyeurism]

🍬 candy ["keep your eyes open, i want you to look at me"]

🍭 lollipop [choking]

🍧 frozen yoghurt [blushing in front of your crush, who finds it cute]

🍨 sundae [blind date]

🍦 vanilla ice cream ["that feels nice... it feels right"]

🍌 banana ice cream [sitting in their lap]

🍑 peach ice cream [spanking/impact play]

🍒 cherry ice cream [a kiss, then a slap, then a returned kiss]

🍓 strawberry ice cream ["your hands are so soft"]

🌰 trail mix [facefucking/face riding]

🥜 peanuts ["you're doing such a good job"]

🧅 grilled onions ["i want to smell myself on you"]

🥒 pickles [humiliation/degradation]

🥬 slaw [memorising the scars/marks on their body]

🔴 ketchup ["you said you'd never be caught dead doing something like this"]

🟡 mustard [piss]

🟢 ranch [feeling safe enough to fall asleep in each others' arms]

🥛 sour cream [cockwarming]

🥚 mayo ["let me show you"]

[hayleythesugarbowl]

hey I don’t know if you’re still writing for Thomas barrow but if you are can you write one where the female reader is the one who finds Thomas kissing Jimmy instead of Alfred? And maybe the reader and Thomas are kind of enemies before that? But she covers for him/helps him anyways? Thank you so much I love your Thomas barrow series 💌

Even || Thomas Barrow & female!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • thomas barrow masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: when you, a ladies maid who thomas has never got along with in the past, catch thomas making a move on jimmy you’re forced to decide wether or not to help him out

word count: 3.4k

warning: mild cursing, homophobia because it’s jimmy, speaking of which also jimmy slander if you squint

a/n: ok I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this!! I actually had an idea similar to this so thank you so much for requesting this love <3💌🍒💋

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     “Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     You looked up from your stitching to see a man staring down at you.

     Thomas Barrow.

     His eyebrows were raised expectantly and you fought the urge to roll your eyes as he waited for you to acknowledge him.

     “To what do I owe this pleasure?” You prompted.

     “Mrs. Hughes is looking for you. Something about one of Her Ladyship’s evening gowns.”

     You smiled your sweetest smile up at the footman-turned-valet.

     “Well, I appreciate you passing along the message,” you said as you continued to hem the skirt you were working on. 

     Still, Thomas didn’t leave. “You’d best get going, don’t you think? Mrs. Hughes sounded pretty urgent and I wouldn’t want you to get involved in any unfortunate circumstance.”

     “No you wouldn’t,” you muttered under your breath sarcastically as you got up and walked down the hall. 

     You and Thomas didn’t exactly get on, to put it mildly. Honestly you’d be surprised if Mrs. Hughes even needed you and it wasn’t all just a ploy by Thomas to waste your time. It wouldn’t be the first time, you thought sardonically. 

     From the moment you arrived at the Abbey, Thomas had began his life’s mission of forever tormenting you and making your work at Downton just a little bit harder. You had tried to be friendly to him at first, but to no avail for he seemed determined to let you know that you didn’t belong here. 

     Not that he was particularly amiable with any of the downstairs staff, but he seemed to especially have it out for you.

Most likely because you were the only one who challenged. He wasn’t the only one who could come up with sabotaging schemes.

     And he did have so many bloody schemes. 

     Like the time right after you’d been hired when he’d convinced you that even though you weren’t a part of the kitchen staff, you needed to pick up some groceries for Mrs. Patmore. He sent you into town and you’d been lost for hours searching before you’d ran into Anna—bless her heart—who told you that the grocer was on the other side of town and the delivery wasn’t even supposed to be ready for another week.

     You’d gotten him back (with some help from Mrs. O’Brien, who’d been feeling particularly miffed at Thomas that day and was willing to return the favor in any way she could) by shrinking His Lordship’s trousers.

     The furious yet shocked look on his face—like he’d finally found a worthy competitor—still brought a smile to your face on particularly dark days. 

     Needless to say, your relationship had been filled with nothing but stiff quips,  scathing remarks, and the occasional act of sabotage since then. 

     You reached your destination and peered into Mrs. Hughes office.

     “Mr. Barrow said you needed me?” 

     “And Mr. Barrow would be right,” Mrs. Hughes agreed, turning to you and smiling wryly. “I can’t make heads or tails of this gown.”

     You picked up the mess of fabric she had gestured to and set to work mending. The skirt you were working on could wait.

     As you turned the dress over, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself. Thomas? Truthful for once?

     He must have some ulterior motive.

     You’d be surprised if the skirt was still there when you got back—or if it didn’t have significantly more holes than when you’d left it. 

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     You walked into the servants hall the next morning, tired as hell from working on Her Ladyship’s gown all night. 

     You practically fell into your chair as Daisy came around and poured your tea. You thanked her absentmindedly as you began to nibble on some toast.

     “Don’t you look nice, Miss (Y/l/n),” Thomas smiled at you but it was all but a compliment.

     O’Brien smirked beside him and you narrowed your eyes at both of them. 

     “Nice of you to take notice,” you shot back.

     “Is it a crime, to butter up one’s coworker?” He kept eye contact with you as he stirred his tea slowly.

     “Depends who’s doing the buttering,” you leveled your gaze at his dark eyes.

     “Speaking of butter, can we get any around here?”

     A blond man sauntered into the room, taking a seat at the servants table and looking around at the present company. You felt Thomas shift across from you.

     “I’m serious, just because we’re working class don’t mean we have to eat turnips and bread our whole lives.” 

     “I beg your pardon, I didn’t know the King of England was visiting,” O’Brien mumbled. 

     “Only saying,” Jimmy said. “I’d like to be able to eat what I like, when I like without being an earl or a duke.”

     Jimmy Kent. The newest addition to the well-oiled machine that was Downton Abbey. And how could you forget? What, with all of the maids talking of nothing else since he arrived. You agreed that he was pleasant looking, but he was too much of a flirt for your liking. 

     He leaned back in his chair, as if daring anyone to contradict him.

     “And what would you like to eat, Jimmy?” Thomas glanced over at him.

     “All of England, if it pleases me.”

     “I’ll put in a good word with Mrs. Patmore,” Thomas smiled at Jimmy and you were baffled at how it actually looked genuine.

     In fact, Thomas had seemed to take a liking to Jimmy from the moment he arrived. He was about the only person who Thomas treated like an equal. 

     He must be using him, you thought. Trying to lure him into the trap of friendship before getting him fired or something of the like.

     “You most certainly will not,” Mrs. Patmore answered, walking into the room. “The moment I start taking requests from you lot—”

     “Is a moment that will not happen anytime soon,” Mr. Carson cut in from the head of the table glancing authoritatively at all of the servants finishing their breakfast.

     “Why would Mrs. Patmore take your word anyway,” you looked to Thomas, “When anything you recommend is likely to be made of cement?”

     “Feisty this morning, are we? Bold for the girl who, as I recall, left the Duchess of Frescershire quite unhappy with a dress that very likely felt like cement.” Thomas spat. 

     Your hand made a fist and you yearned to climb across the table and use it, but you checked yourself and only glared at the man across from you.

     Thomas raised an eyebrow at you, standing up and glancing in Jimmy’s direction before turning around and heading down the hall.

     “I think I’ll be going also,” O’Brien left her seat quickly, giving a small smile, her eyes following Thomas’s as she walked to catch up to him.

     Likely plotting, you thought. Well, let them to it. The last thing you needed to be doing right now in your tired state was wasting energy thinking about Thomas Barrow. 

     You finished your tea, exiting the room and preparing for your days work. The girls were already dressed, so you could devote your time to downstairs work for the time being.

     You passed Thomas and O’Brien in the hall, both of which quickly stiffened their posture and looked at you as you walked past, ceasing their very obvious confidence. But not before you heard the words certain, return, and Jimmy.

     You didn’t even want to bother figuring out what they were gossiping about. Nothing good, you knew that. Best to stay out of it while you still could.

     Thomas had nearly gotten you sacked a number of times and it wasn’t going to happen again.

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     Sleep. It was all you could think about as you walked down the hall, having finished your days work and being ever so ready to hit the hay.

     Everyone else had already gone to bed and you were the last to leave the servants hall. You were almost to your room, thinking of how to avoid waking the maid that you shared your room with, when someone called your name.

     “Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     “Mrs. Hughes.” You greeted her. 

     “Do you have minute?”

     “I suppose I do.”

     “I don’t like to ask you to do this, but Lady Mary has asked to have her purple evening gown from last season ready to wear tomorrow. I would ask one of the footmen as it’s through the men’s corridors, but you’re the only servant still awake—” 

     You internally cursed Lady Mary. Out loud you weakly said, “Straight away, Mrs. Hughes.” 

     You supposed it worked out for the best. As it turned out, Thomas had done something with the skirt you’d been mending—which just so happened to be needed by Lady Edith the next day—and it might give you a chance to see if he’d hidden it anywhere where he thought you would never go.

     You didn’t say any of this to Mrs. Hughes though, you just smiled and walked in the opposite direction.

     The male servant’s corridor was dark and you had trouble finding your way around without a lantern. You could make out the outlines of doorways, the doors all shut tight for the nighttime. 

     Now which door was the storage room? 

     You found it fairly quickly considering the circumstance and sorted through until you found the aforementioned dress. 

     Now, to reward yourself, you thought, a little snooping was in order.

     You walked farther down the hall to what you assumed were the bedrooms. 

     Again, the doors were all closed and most likely locked. You cursed under your breath. You were staring to head back before your eye caught on a glint of light spilling into the hallway from the far end of the corridor.

     You headed farther into the hall and you saw it. A door, propped open just enough to see that there was someone standing in it, their form outlined by the moonlight.

     You crept closer, peering through the gap.

     Thomas. His back was to you, but you could see him slowly inching closer to a bed on the far wall. 

     Except, he wasn’t alone. You could barely make out someone already sleeping. The room appeared to only have one bed, not a shared room, you thought.

     Which meant—

     You heard a cry. A rustle of blankets. You dared to open the door just a little bit more. 

     “What in the bloody hell—”

     You looked up in time to see Thomas leaning over Jimmy, a look of pure horror and shock on the latter’s face. Thomas backed up quickly, while Jimmy stood in outrage.

     “Did you just try to—” Jimmy’s surprise quickly turned to anger as he took a step towards the other man. 

     Your mind could hardly work fast enough, watching all of this unfold. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. If this was what you thought it was—

     You weren’t paying attention and you leaned forwards, your foot stepping on a creaky board—curse this old house—and alerting both men. Thomas turned around and his eyes landed on yours.

     “Miss (Y/l/n), this isn’t what it looks like, alright? If you think I invited him, than you’re mistaken.” Jimmy looked flustered and you looked from him to Thomas.

     Thomas opened his mouth, as if to say something. He looked pained and miserable. 

     You almost forgot yourself and felt bad for him. 

     He tried to say something again but instead just looked from you to Jimmy and then rushed out of the room. 

     You couldn’t do anything but follow him. 

     “Mr. Barrow—”

     Abruptly, he stopped and turned around to face you. His posture was straight and he spoke as is if he were discussing the weather. 

     “You got what you wanted, didn’t you, Miss (Y/l/n)?”

     You didn’t respond.

     “I’m sure you’d just love to see me sacked, wouldn’t you?” Thomas bit out.

     “Now—”

     “Go on, tell Mr. Carson. Tell His Lordship. Tell the bloody King. Finally got an excuse to see the end of me. I reckon no one’ll even bat an eye, neither.”

     Even in the dark, could see the pain and loneliness and fear in his expression that he was trying to hide with his harsh words. 

     You’d imagined the moment Thomas Barrow would get thrown out on his ear many a time. You’d always pictured the way you’d smirk as he left Downton for the last time. How you’d shout ‘good riddance’ for all to hear. You’d conjured up a million different circumstances just like this.

     Except never like this. Not with Thomas weak, practically giving up. You couldn’t say it didn’t sound appealing, getting rid of him. You had the advantage. But suddenly, you didn’t want it. 

     “You must think more of me than that, Mr. Barrow.”

     “I don’t know what you mean,” his voice was rough. 

     “I mean, I better get back with this dress ‘fore they send a search party.”

     You started to walk past Thomas, but he stepped in front of you.

     “So, that’s it? No victory speech?” Thomas glared down at you.

     You had the urge to slap the look off his face but you took a deep breath.

     “Victory over what? I didn’t see nothing to make me victorious. And by that, I mean I didn’t see nothing at all.” 

     You winked at him once leaving him standing there to process that as you hurried back in the direction you came. 

     You nearly laughed at the turn of events as you found your way back in the dark. You, covering for Thomas Barrow. 

     Never in your wildest dreams…

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      The next day, Thomas could hardly look at you. Whenever he rounded a corner and found you on the other side, he stopped, looked like he wanted to speak to you, and then hurried on past. 

     You didn’t exactly expect him to bake you a cake or nothing, but you supposed a decent thank you was in order for saving his arse. 

     However, for all he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at Jimmy. Except this time, instead of the look of friendship (or more, you supposed) it was now a look of apprehension. 

     Most likely afraid Jimmy would take his story himself to Mr. Carson. 

     And you didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t. From the look of him, you thought as you sat across from him at the servants table, he looked ready to pounce. 

     Before you could stop yourself and advise against it, you walked up to him. “Jimmy, may I have a word?”

     You couldn’t have your one act of kindness ruined by any loose ends. 

     As Jimmy followed you into the boot room you felt O’Brien’s eyes on you and promptly ignored them. 

     You got straight to the point, “I wish to talk about what happened last night.”

     “I bloody don’t,” Jimmy responded, his eyes flashing, “it was awful, that’s what it was.”

     “It was a misunderstanding,” you supplied.

     The footman scoffed, “No, I think I understood perfectly alright.”

     “What I mean to say is, I hope you don’t plan to make this misunderstanding something bigger than it is.”

     “I have to tell the police, that’s what I have to do! I’ve been talking to Miss O’Brien and—”

     “And I hope you see how ill advised that would be,” you finished. 

     He raised an eyebrow at you. 

     “You wouldn’t want to seem like you were mixed up in…something of that nature.”

     “I don’t understand,” Jimmy said. 

     “You wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re in on anything disgusting, would you?”

     Personally, you didn’t find anything particularly disgusting about the whole situation. You figured Thomas could kiss whoever he liked, for all you cared as long as it wasn’t you. But you knew that wasn’t going to work with Jimmy. 

     “Well no but—”

     “Because if you go around spinning your story, someone down the line is bound to think you weren’t all against it, if you know what I’m getting at,” you said.

     A look of horror passed Jimmy’s face. 

     “And besides I don’t think you’re the kind of person who would want to get a man fired, are you?” 

     He paused. “Why do you care if I get Mr. Barrow sacked? You don’t seem to get on with him anyways.”

     “Oh, I don’t care what happens to Mr. Barrow,” you said with a smirk, “I just wouldn’t want this unfortunate incident to cause more of a quagmire for anyone than is necessary.”

     Jimmy nodded, “Well, I wouldn’t want anyone’s reputation ruined for it I suppose.”

     You smiled.

     “And by that, I can’t pretend I don’t mean my own,” he added.

     “Who knows,” you said, “you and Barrow might end up being friends eventually.”

     “Friends?” He sounded incredulous, “I doubt it.”

     “I think there’s more to Thomas than meets the eye,” you said cryptically. “Either way, think about what I said.”

     He looked at you a moment, pondering, before nodding at you and leaving the room quickly. 

     You breathed out a sigh. 

     “Well, that was quite the speech, Miss (Y/l/n).”

     You whirled around, finding Thomas standing in the doorway. How much of your conversation with Jimmy had he heard?

     “And what are you doing here, Mr. Barrow? I can’t say following Jimmy around like a lost puppy is well advised anymore.”

     Thomas clenched his teeth, looking at you. “It is a public place, isn’t it?”

     You were both silent for a moment, as you calculated what to say next. Mr. Barrow beat you to it. 

     “I wanted to say thank you,” it looked like it cause him pain to say the words to you, his sworn nemesis.

     “I would have been sacked if it weren’t for you, though I still can’t quite understand why you did it, and I thank you for it,” he finished. “I’m not sure I deserve it, but I’m grateful.”

     “Well, I can’t say it’s not entirely out of self interest,” you said, straightening, “seeing as I can’t torture you if you’re gone, I saw no reason to be the one to end that.”

     Thomas almost smiled. “That was quite an act of deception you pulled with Jimmy.”

     “Would you believe me if I said I learned from the best?”

     “Now, I’m not sure I deserve your compliments as well as your pity,” Thomas said.

     “Really, there’s no need to think yourself so special. I was speaking of Miss O’Brien.”

     Thomas let out a laugh and you couldn’t help but smile at him. He wasn’t all bad, you could see that. And you couldn’t imagine Downton without him now that you had been faced with the possibility.

     “Well, I hope you don’t expect us to be friendly now,” you warned, to break the silence and whatever the spell that had fallen over you two was that made you act most unlike yourselves. Sharing a companionable silence? Never!

     “I wouldn’t wish being your friend on my worst enemy, let alone take part in it myself.” Thomas brushed invisible lint off of his jacket. 

     You rolled your eyes at him, but it didn’t hold any real conviction.

     “Well, I suppose I ought to get on with my work,” you said, moving past Thomas. “Wouldn’t want to get behind on your account.”

     “You are a queer woman, aren’t you?” Thomas said not unkindly.

     “I could say the same to you.”

     You turned around, your tone more serious than it had just been 

     “And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re disgusting, Mr. Barrow.”

     Thomas was silent.

     “Horrid and self-serving and haughty and a pain in my rear end. But not disgusting.”

     “I could say the same to you,” Thomas echoed your earlier statement. 

     You left without another word. 

     You didn’t think that you and Thomas would be companions, exactly. But you left that room with a greater fondness for him that you’d ever felt. You understood him more, if nothing else.

     And you thought you could guess he felt a little of the same way too. 

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     The next morning, as you began your day by checking the work you’d left out the night before, you found a new lump of fabric atop the pile. 

     You picked it up and let the cloth fall through your fingers.

     It was the skirt you were working at from earlier this week. Barely recognizable, however. It was mended, certainly. The holes were fixed and the hem had been replaced. It looked brand new, better than anything you could have done.

     Thomas. 

     It must have been him. You found yourself smiling to yourself.

     “Well then, I suppose we’re even, Mr. Barrow, aren't we?” you mumbled.

     Except for the fact that him taking it in the first place had delayed you getting the skirt to Lady Edith by a day.  

     But you’d get him back somehow, you thought, smiling. 

     You always did.

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I loved your first work and since you're taking request can you write something about haechan being a tease with this prompts "i'm sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all that noise you're making" + "shut up and kiss me already"

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pairing: lee donghyuck (haechan) x afab!reader

warnings: teasing, ice play

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It was stupidly hot. Opening the window just made it even worse as a sweltering flow of air entered the already warm room. With a defeated sigh you settled back on the couch, silently praying the battery of your handheld fan would last a little longer.

So of course Haechan, being the sweetheart that he is, enters the room with ice cream in one hand and an ice pack in the other.

Holding your hands out, you repeatedly grab at nothing until he places the items in them. You rapidly rip open the plastic of the chocolate coated vanilla ice cream, popping in your mouth before resting the ice pack between your cheek and shoulder with a sigh.

Haechan settles in the space next to you. Moving closer, you wince at the contact when his bare thigh touches yours, dreading the heat.

He doesn’t let up, lazily slinking his arm around your shoulder.

“It’s too hot.” You whine, shuffling in the opposite direction.

“Even for me?” He pouts with sad puppy dog eyes but you don’t let up, moving until the armrest of the sofa prevents you from going any further.

Taking advantage of your escape, Haechan swipes the ice pack and you glare in response.

“Give it back!” There’s no point trying to reach as he holds it over you defiantly, but you do it anyway.

“Ok.” Before you can even question how easy that was, Haechan runs the ice pack up your inner thigh, easing a gasp out your lips.

Still determined to not let him win, you repeat your words. “G-give it back.”

“But I have. Or do you want it here instead?” He gestures, suddenly moving the cold object under your tank top and up your stomach instead.

“It’s t—“ Haechan doesn’t even let you finish your sentence before he brings the pack dangerously close to the delicate skin of your chest. The drop in temperature is too much too quickly, making you throw your head back with a drawn out whine.

“I’m sorry what was that? I can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” He teases the edge of the frosty ice pack in circular motions around your nipple watching your breath hitch.

“It’s too cold!” Your free hand grips against his wrist desperately, but you make no attempt to stop his actions.

“But you said it was too hot just now.” He murmurs against your ear, parting your legs with the palm of his hand. “Changed your mind so soon?”

Continuing his torment he presses his lips down your jawline but never brings them where you need them the most.

Snapping, you run your fingers through his soft hair and pull him back, delighted at the sound he makes.

“Shut up and kiss me already.” He’s back to being under your spell as he eagerly crashes his lips against yours. You give in fully, wrapping your arms around his neck, not caring as your ice cream drops to the floor.

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So in the meantime, please feel free to request any of these prompts!

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SFW Prompts

❌ - What is something they absolutely hate and why?

✅ - What is something they love and why?

💙 - What type of people do they get along with the most and why?

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😴 - How often do they fall asleep? (If at all?)

🥰 - How we’ll do they accept affection? Do they return it? How often do they show affection?

💋 - What are their kisses like?

NSFW Prompts

🫦 - How good are they with their mouth?

🧠 - What is their mood before and after sex?

🗣 - How loud are they?

👙 - What is their opinion on lingerie?

💍 - What is their opinion on body jewelry?

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🌙 - What time of day do they prefer?

🍋 - What is their opinion on quickies?

🍒 - How quick are they to finish?

🍆 - Do they use toys? If so, what kind?

🌶 - What gets them in the mood?

🎭 - What is their opinion on roleplay? How often do they rp?

🦇/🩸- Vampier! Is this a turn on for them? To they like drinking their partner’s blood or do they like having their blood drank?

🧸 - What are they like during aftercare?

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𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓!

𝑽𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔!

⟡ Five Nights at Freddy’s

⟡ Call of Duty

⟡ Genshin Impact

⟡ Yandere Simulator

⟡ I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

⟡ Resident Evil

𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆!

⟡ Attack on Titan

⟡ Bungou Stray Dogs

⟡ My Hero Academia

⟡ Neon Genesis Evangelion

⟡ Demon Slayers

⟡ Beastars

⟡ Tokyo Ghoul

⟡ Jujutsu Kaisen

𝑻𝑽 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔!

⟡ Hazbin Hotel

⟡ Helluva Boss

⟡ South Park

⟡ My Little Pony

⟡ Bojack Horseman

⟡ Six of Crows

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!

⟡ Hawaii: Part II

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒃𝒚𝒆~ (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

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[queenofthekings]

Ｂｕｆｆｙ＇ｓ ２６ｔｈ ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ ｃｅｌｅｂｒａｔｉｏｎ　（버피의 26번째 생일 축하）

Holy moly, I can't believe I'm 26 already (time to check myself into an old folks home innit). This whole year has been incredibly life changing and I truly appreciate everyone who's been with me on this journey and have stuck by my side.

So to celebrate both becoming 26 and a super late 300 followers; I'm gonna host my very first eventttt! Rules are as follows;

Celebration is from 14th August (Monday) until 20th August (Sunday).

You can send in any request during that time but please be patient as I do take my time with these things. So please don't spam my inbox demanding your request or I will just block you and delete your original request.

You can send multiple requests! Just please send them separately in different asks!

You don't need to be following me to request anything although a follow is always appreciated. Just please don't send in something marked for mutuals only if we are not mutuals.

I can write for Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington!

My actual birthday is 17th August, but feel free to send birthday messages in before then, I just won't post them until the 17th. If you do not wish to see any of these messages, please block the tag #buffy-turns-26.

All posts will be posted under #26th-birthday-celebration.

As usual; minors DNI.

👢 Super Yuppers! - send me this emoji for a moodboard based on your blog!

🐰 Cheer Up - send me this emoji for simply a message of love and support. If you need cheering up or simply just an affirmation that all hope isn't lost, send this my way. If you'd prefer it in a DM or answered privately please specify.

🐍 Black Mamba - send me this emoji for a handwritten letter from yours truly (mutuals only!)

🩷 Into the New World - send me this emoji if you'd like me to check out your work or of an author you love and who needs more support.

🫰 Lovesick Girls - send me this emoji to request any kind of fic from these prompts here! Just be sure to specify who you want it to be about, which specific prompt it is and which masterlist it is from!

🍒 Limbo! - send me this for a personalised playlist! (mutuals only!)

Tagging some mutuals who've been so incredible during this journey; @changemunson @spicysix @lunatictardis @the-bat-ive-become @corroded-hellfire @comfortcharactercraze @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @keeponquinning @hellfiremunsonn @eddiemunsonsmum @pedgito @binickmiller @rosesgrownbytheseaside @keerysquinn @heroeddiemunson @quinnkeerys @roykentt @heartscoops @finalgalnancy