#📕 drabble

[scarlettriot]

FaceTime

This might become something more later, but for now, I'll just give you guys this little morsel for consideration ♡

&& a super big thanks to @meggsngrits & @medusashima for listening to me ramble about this. I ♥︎ you guys!

♥︎ Dating Pro Hero Red Riot in secret because you work at the same agency where there are very strict rules about dating. ((Like how the co-owner of the agency isn’t supposed to be in a relationship with one of the heroes he employs…))

♥︎ It was just supposed to be a one night stand. But one night turned into multiple nights a week. Turned into drinks after work and dinner on days off.

♥︎ It's flirty looks across conference tables, gentle hands checking each other out after a fight, and sparring matches that typically end with your back pressed up against a tiled wall of a locker room shower.

♥︎ But still, none of your colleagues knew. Except Bakugou because that man figured out you two had a thing for each other before you knew yourself.

♥︎ The two of you got really good at hiding it. Of course, it helps that Kirishima is friendly with just about everyone, so no one really questions it when they catch him tossing you a couple extra smiles here and there. Or when he stops by to lean against the edge of your desk when he's got a mountain of paperwork he should be doing.

♥︎ But, today, you had patrol without him. Today you came back with cuts and bruises and a sour expression that makes his heart ache.

♥︎ He wants to hug you, hold you close, but he simply can't. Not here. So, he does the next best thing.

♥︎ "Wanna FaceTime later?"

♥︎ You don't get a call when you leave the office though. Instead, there's a knock on your door not ten minutes after you arrive home with Kirishima standing on the other side.

♥︎ "Still want FaceTime?" He asks with a sweet smile as he undies the tie around his neck, just to double-check with you. The second you nod your head, he's scooping you up and bringing you over to the sofa.

♥︎ Your pants are pulled down in the blink of an eye, and he's setting you down right on his face. His tongue quickly diving between your folds while your fingers tug on his hair.

♥︎ And he hasn't even taken his shoes off yet.

♥︎ His hands clamp down on your thighs, pulling you down making sure you’re not trying to do any of that hovering shit. He helps you grind against his tongue, and smirks when your little hand reaches back trying to find his cock.

♥︎ Gods, he loves FaceTime with you.

[oh-katsuki]

im listening to that fucking charlie puth song “i don’t think that i like her” because there is the INKLING idea of a fic / art there that i literally cannot put into words and it’s gonna make me blow up so here’s my best attempt.... 

tsukishima who is absolutely JADED about dating. not in a like... weird way... but just because he’s always hated it when people get close to him just because they think he’s handsome. hates when people behave that way.. feels like he’s being used. n to make things worse, when he does decide to give it a try... it never works and they always end up breaking things off right when kei starts to catch feelings. 

so when he starts liking you first... it drives him absolutely crazy. i mean... you haven’t even confessed to him (yet)... what’s he doing tying himself up in knots over you?? really... it’s the first time he’s liked someone this way and it makes him antsy... makes his chest hurt... makes him feel like his skin is crawling in a way that he (alarmingly) doesn’t hate. 

but see... he’s got this nasty little complex. kei doesn’t want to be close.. he doesn’t want to feel this way. hates how he gets red in the face.. how he feels like he has to clutch his chest whenever he thinks about something you did that was particularly cute. makes him gasp for air. it’s childish, really. a childish aversion to feelings and dating stemming from his middle and high school years. nothing extreme, but enough to be considered a complex.

yamaguchi, of course, figures out that kei likes you immediately. he knows his friend like the back of his hand, so it doesn’t take long for him to confront kei and wrench the embarrassing admittance from his grimy hands. 

in kei’s defense... it’s pretty hard not to like you. you’re friendly and upbeat, rarely ever gloomy and when you are, you get this earnest expression on your face that makes him want to fix all of your problems for you. you’re genuine, or at least you come across that way. kei and his complex know better. kei’s seen all of the tricks (he thinks). sure, maybe his ego is a little big for the bag it’s in, but kei likes to think he’s got it all figured out, feelings aside. 

“i don’t think i like them anymore,” kei admits one warm spring afternoon in yamaguchi’s dorm. 

the heat in the room that day is almost stifling and even the open window doesn’t help. for some reason, humidity creeps into the air early and kei adjusts the collar of his shirt. 

“oh?” yamaguchi spins in his desk chair. “what makes you say that?” 

“i’m over it,” he lies (unbeknownst to himself). “it’s all the same anyway. they’re just playing with me.” 

“you know,” yamaguchi laughs, “for someone who’s hardly ever had what could be considered a girlfriend, you sure are jaded.” 

kei shrugs his shoulders, avoiding sitting up to keep yamaguchi from seeing the pink covering his cheeks. 

“so what?” 

“so maybe don’t be like that,” yamaguchi rolls his eyes, not that kei can see it, but he knows that he does. 

“like what? practical? proactive?” 

“paranoid,” yamaguchi says. 

“whatever, i’m serious,” kei says, “i don’t like them anymore.” 

“right,” yamaguchi says, “i don’t believe you.” 

“you don’t have to,” kei scoffs, “but it’s true” 

course, kei knows somewhere deep down that he’s lying. of course he is, usually he doesn’t give so much as a word to yamaguchi about these things, let alone announcing to the world that he “doesn’t like you anymore”, but what else can he do? so kei and his complex convince himself that there’s no feelings. 

course that all flies out of the window when you come up to him in the library and kei once again has to resist clutching his chest like he’s having a massive heart attack. he “doesn’t like you anymore”, but you send his world candy-colored anyway. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Great Expectations 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Professor Holmes' class is your most difficult, but he's about to make it even more challenging.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes (modern AU)

Note: It was a drabble then it weren't.

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You're not certain. Not at first. But when are you ever confident in anything?

Yet you're assured by the dark curls and vibrant eyes, the slanted brows never devoid of judgment. More than anything, it's his posture that confirms his identity. Professor Holmes is staunch and indomitable even as he browses shelves of antique style pens; crystal, wood, and brass. He considers each as he would every word of a term paper. 

You're doubt turns to what to do next. Do you say hello? Or pretend you don't see him? Would he know either way? You're fairly convinced he can't pick you out of the lecture hall. 

So you do what you do best and fade into the scenery. You trail along the shelves and dip around the other side, putting your attention to the spools of thread, organized in a perfect spectrum of hues. As you mindlessly touch the thread, your mind wanders back around the row.

You would never expect to see the professor there, though honestly, you've never thought of him outside the classroom. You avoid that as much as you can, you stress enough over his unattainable standards. His is the only class which has you below an A. 

You contemplate the silver twine. You've been looking for the very thing and yet the price is much above your budget. All that for some shine? 

You move on, turning around to the balls of wool and needles arranged from thinnest to thickest. Your ears are pricked by the familiar timbre. The professor's voice carries as easily as in the lecture hall. You try not to listen but you can't help the instinctive decipher of each syllable. 

"Are these genuine silver?" He asks, presumably of a passing associate.  

"Um, I'm not sure, sir," the squeaky adolescent reply is met with an impatient sigh. "I work in the back." 

"Work in the back doing what? Sorting stock? Do you not know what you put on the shelves?" Professor Holmes' disapproval is unmistakable.  

His tone make you want to run. It is the same detest wrought into the feedback scribbled in the margins of your assignments. If it isn't perfect, it's not acceptable. 

You should go. You don't have the money to waste on hobbies you don't have time for. Nor do you relish an encounter with the very man responsible for your lack of free time. 

You make sure to walk toward the far end of the aisle and avoid any possible sighting. The very thing you meant to distract yourself chases you from your procrastination. Two days before your paper is due, and you've not even touched the readings due for that week's class discussion. 

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You’re barely awake as you claim a seat in the melancholic lecture hall. The coeds are silent, only yawning between slurping from paper cups, or slumping dangerously over the narrow armrests. There’s a dour commiseration in the air; a sort of resignation. 

Papers are handed in and yet the outcome is almost assured; Professor Holmes will surely find at least a dozen reasons to dock marks. Sometimes it seems even the font can draw his ire. Yet, there is more to be done. He will expect a lively discussion before that three-hour block is done and if he doesn’t get it, you will all sweat for it. 

You flutter through your notebook. Unlike your other courses, the paper is crinkled and the writing is erratic. Each week sees you with at least another twenty pages added to the reading list. You don’t understand how anyone can keep up with it all; the work alone is as much as all your other classes combined. 

You jump in your seat as his even-keeled voice rolls through the air. He hardly has to project as his baritone fills the large room. You look up and fumble for your pen. Professor Holmes doesn’t permit devices. The last person caught merely looking at their phone was dropped from the course. 

You chew the end of the pen as he begins his introduction, but not without a sharp remark about your midterm papers. It’s as if he’s already made up his mind that you’ve all failed. There’s no bell curve in this class, just an impossible mountain. 

“To make it simple,” his accent lilts off his tongue, “I’ve decided we will do things a bit differently this week. I will have you sort yourself into groups and each will discuss an assigned article. At the end, we will reconvene and you will nominate a member to present your conclusions. You may use our usual guiding questions for these purposes.” 

You nod and furrow your brow thoughtfully. The idea of splitting into groups is daunting on its own. It’s one thing to put your hand up amid the wide sea of your peers but it’s another to parse yourself down into a smaller group amid strangers. Despite weeks of sitting side-by-side, you don’t really know anyone. They all seemed to have made friends before that and made no effort to find any more. 

“Well, off you go,” Holmes flicks his fingers, “you’ve two minutes to arrange yourselves. I’m no kindergarten teacher, certainly you can figure it out.” 

There’s a low murmur then a lull before anyone moves. You hear the chatter that connects the smaller pairings to each other; aren’t you in my econ class? Oh, you were at the Delta party? You gather your notebook and stand, searching for an in. 

“Um,” you approach the nearest cluster of bodies, “room for one more?” 

It’s as if you’re invisible. You wince and clear your throat. Before you can try again, a deeper ahem comes from behind you. You crane to see over your shoulder. Professor Holmes stands at the end of the row, one brow arched as he crosses his arms. His old-fashioned vest strains as his chest bulges against the buttons. 

“Eh, she’s in need of a group. Have some manners.” 

You’re surprised by his intervention, but grateful. You try to smile but it’s probably more of a pathetic simper, “thank you, professor.” You nod and turn back to the other students. 

“Uh, sorry, yeah, can I tag along?” You ask. 

They shrug, none of them daring to ignore Professor Holmes. You sit at the edge of the group, heat speckling up your back in embarrassment. The others as good as ignore you as they go back to complaining about their papers. 

“I didn’t sleep,” a blond you think is named Ethan mutters, “fucker had me tearing out my hair.” 

“Yeah, I was supposed to go to a Barbie party but I need this class,” a pretty redhead rolls her eyes. 

There’s at least ten other students circled between three rows. You glance around at the others as they bow and chatter in kind. You shuffle your notebook in your lap and lean in, trying to seem involved. 

“Right then, you,” Holmes points to your group, “take Jones et al,” he moves his finger towards the next group, “Halloway,” he continues down the list of readings as silence pervades the space.  

It isn’t until he bids you to start that anyone dares speak again. The professor paces at the front of the room, hands in his pockets, as his longs stride take him from one end to the other. As you watch him, he seems to sense it, and his blue eyes meet your own. He hardly reacts before he puts his attention back to his repetitive route. 

“Alright, so Jones et al,” you redirect your attention as your peers continue their griping over lost sleep and shitty coffee. “So uh, we should go over main arguments first--” 

“Didn’t read it,” Ethan scoffs and two girls giggle. 

“I don’t know how that tight ass thinks we have all day for the stuffy bullshit,” another guy snorts. “Some of us get laid.” 

You blanch and chew your lip. You look around and receive only agitation and indifference. 

“Since you’re such a smarty pants, why don’t you do the presentation, huh?” The redhead chirps, “you always have so much to say.” 

You frown. You only put in what you need to get a decent mark. You’re hoping the discussion grade can save you from your disastrous first assignment. Besides, aren’t you all facing the same foe? Shouldn’t you be allies? 

“Well, we should talk about the article a bit. Did anyone else read it?” You insist. 

You don’t get an answer, only scoffs and sneers. Shoot. You look down at your notebook and shrink into yourself. It’s just like high school. You’re the one building the diorama by yourself until midnight. You’re the one doing all the talking in the class debate. 

You scribble notes in the margins as the other garble on about some party and the new cafe opening up at the Student Centre. You keep a hand on your neck as the heat builds under your skin. You should’ve just stayed on your own, not that you have much of a choice. None of them even want to acknowledge you. 

Professor Holmes calls time and you pop your head up, catching your glasses before they can bounce off your nose. You fix them as the lecture hall hushes and you all twist and turn to see the professor. He walks up the centre aisle and points to the group in the very back. 

“You, come on,” he demands. 

There’s crinkling of paper and scratchy coughs. A guy in a polo sweater stands with a cluster of lined paper in hand. He reads out with fractured syllables as if he can’t make out the writing. Professor Holmes sighs and you glance over at his scowl. He’s not impressed. 

“Right, and beyond the obvious, what were your final reflections? Did you have a single thought about the author’s narrative on the consequences of the railway on colonized communities?” He pauses and waits, tapping his clefted chin. Silence. “Mm, absolutely compelling,” he remarks dryly. 

You gulp as your group fidgets. Holmes jabs a finger at another group, calling out a student by name, “thank you for volunteering.” 

The woman with the buzzcut stands, looking nervous as she peers around her group members. She sways and wets her lips, playing with the ring around her lower lip. She laughs nervously before she begins, pausing and umming and ahhing. 

“Enough rambling,” Holmes shakes his head and turns toward your group. Your eyes go wide as the rest peek over at you. You rise as the professor stands just at the end of the rows. “Ethan, you seemed to be doing most of the talking, let’s hear it.” 

Ethan grimaces and sends you a look. He shakes his head. You shrug. You don’t know what to do. You offer your notebook and Holmes clucks. 

“I’m sure he can do it himself, he’s a big boy,” Holmes insists, “let’s hear your take on Jones et al. They have some rather interesting arguments about the cultural significance of the Silk Road, did they not?” 

Ethan exhales and stands, a tick in his jaw as he faces the professor. You chew your cheek as he stutters, “well, what we were talking about was that... er, the Silk Road... um...” 

“Yes, yes, you made some rather intriguing arguments about the Gammas, didn’t you? And how you have so many important things to do, eh? Well, Ethan, if you can’t keep up, you don’t have to bluster,” Holmes reproaches, “your boasting does suggest incompetence over importance.” 

Ethan chokes. There’s a low titter of laughter from further back as the rest of your group stares at their hands. You hug your note book and lower your head as well. 

“Come on, then,” Holmes wags his fingers and calls your name, “stand up. Let’s hear something coherent.” 

“Oh, uh,” you lift your chin as Ethan falls into his chair with a snarl. You get up and focus on your notebook. You swallow tightly before you get your vision to clear, “typically when we think of the, er, Silk Road, er, we fixate on, uh, on uh, on the movement of goods such as dyes and, and, and rice...” you can’t help your stuttering. You just know the professor will have your throat next, “but Jones et all argue that, ummmm, um, the movement of peoples and contact between various cultures is just as... as important--” 

“Ah, yes, someone has done their work,” Holmes proclaims with a clap. 

“All of you. One thousand words on your groups assigned article by the end of the week. You may drop them off at my office.” 

“What?” Several students burst out in shock. 

“It is an individual effort, yes? Not a group project. You have until Friday at 6pm.” 

“Professor,” a woman whines from the back. 

“Would you like a thousand more words?” He turns to face the lecture hall completely, “no, alright then. I can be generous. You may go early so that you can catch up on your readings.” 

He smirks and tilts his head smugly. He spins on his heel and strides down the low steps to the front podium. You glance down at your notebook and slowly flip the cover. 

“Fucking browner,” Ethan growls. 

[ktownshizzle]

K’s 2024 Wrapped 🫶🏼💕

August 31, 2024–The day I kicked off my Tumblr writing career 🙀 It’s still crazy when I think about it, because since setting Wild & Free, well, free (from the shackles of my drafts), I have become part of this bomb ass community of ARMY writers and readers and it’s such a beautiful thing. 🫶🏼

Real life has been a whirlwind as well: overcame post-partum depression, crazy career choices had to be made, a couple of months with health issues almost broke me. The struggle to be present and intact was there, but we made it, fam!

I am so looking forward to writing more yummy first kisses with Yoongi in my silly, love-filled, K-drama-esque stories for you in 2025!

Thank you for being you! 😘

❀ MY TOP 5 FICS IN 2024 ❀

Love & Lullabies Part 1 - 1.3k 💕

Wild & Free Part 1 - 894

Love & Lullabies Part 3 - 807

Terms & Conditions Chapter 1 - 651

Friends & Fools - 617

My Masterlist

❀ MY 2025 FIC GOALS ❀

Finish Terms & Conditions by June

Participate in a Halloween collab

Publish a fic with a writer moot, I’d loooove to co-author something

Write a birthday-themed drabble for my baby

Finish at least 3 out of the x requests I have accepted by June

Figure out the trajectory of Love & Lullabies as an indefinitely extended series

Write a Namjoon fic

❀ MY TOP YOONGIS IN 2024 ❀

(Run Choreo Manbun Yoongi and post-PTD Live Ginger Yoongi are already a given.)

❀ TOP 5 MYG FIC RECS ❀ Note: 2024 releases only

Between the Titles by @highvern 📕

Take a Bite by @glossdebut 🪴

Love is… on tour by @httpknjoon 🎤

Ex-things by @namfinessed 👕

Interlude by @yoongiofmine 🍰

❀ MY TOP 10 SONGS ❀

Life Goes On//Agust D • Bed Chem//Sabrina Carpenter • Closer//RM • XO//Enhypen • Love Money Fame//Svt • Stupid in Love//Max • Easy//Le Sserafim • Gusto//Zack Tabudlo • Fall In Love Alone//Stacey Ryan • For Us//V

Thank you @parkitrighthere @kingofbodyrolls & @glossdebut for the tag

[lambilegs]

♥︎ S | 22 | SHE/HER | STUDENT ✎ | LESBIAN | INFP ♥︎

hi, everyone!! so really just made this blog as a place to have write about mostly lee harker (+ now sevika) and have brainrot with other people ♡🕊 ao3 account ♥︎ reqs: OPEN (+ check out 1k celebration reqs) ♥︎ recent works: lee helping you with nightmares | 1 and 2 werewolf!lee being horny and shit putting lee in a muzzle + on a leash knight!sevika x knight!reader 1k drabbles: sevika being jealous of you and ran ♥︎ currently working on: bodyguard!lee fic

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Reblogs are appreciated. Comments are appreciated. Suggestions are appreciated. Classifications:

💔 - for angst 💓 - for fluff 💋 - for suggestive 🔥 - for smut (explicit content) Length indicators: 📗 - for short (1 to 400 words) 📘 - for medium (401 to 800 words) 📙 - for medium-long (801 to 1300 words) 📕 - for long (1301 or +)

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⭑Lucifer thirst 📗💋 ⭑Cherishing Lucifer 📗💓 ⭑MC being jealous of Lucifer with Solomon 📗 ⭑Taking revenge on Belphie 📗 💔 ⭑Resting with Lucifer 📗💓

ㅤㅤDrabbles - Short pieces of stories

Diavolo ⋆.˚

⭑Secret garden 📘💓 ⭑Wanna watch the stars with me? 📘💓

Barbatos ⋆.˚ ⭑Over-Dramatic 📘💓 ⭑Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up 📘💓 ⭑This could either save us or ruin everything 📘💔

Lucifer ⋆.˚

⭑Why won't you let me help you? 📙💓 ⭑Jealousy 📗💓

Mammon ⋆.˚ ⭑ Under the sheets 📘💋 ⭑ Why is there glitter everywhere? 📗💓

Leviathan ⋆.˚ ⭑ Why are you wearing my skirt? 📘💓

Beelzebub ⋆.˚ ⭑ How long were you standing there? 📗💓

Satan ⋆.˚

⭑ Don’t touch that, it’s supposed to be cursed 📘💓 ⭑ Well, this was awkward 📘💋 Solomon ⋆.˚ ⭑ Magic tricks on the pool table 📘💋

ㅤㅤSpecial scenarios - my general writings

⭑Let's skip class - Mammon - 📙💋 ⭑Friends with benefits - Leviathan - 📙🔥 ⭑Lucifer's day off - Lucifer 📘💓

ㅤㅤHeadcanons

⭑P*gging - Belphegor - 📗🔥 ⭑MC who has the appetite like Big Mom - Beelzebub 📗 ⭑ Lucifer's lewd habits - Lucifer 📘🔥 ⭑ Diavolo's lewd habits - Diavolo 📗🔥

⭑ Being silly with the brothers: Nibbling on Lucifer 📗💓 Nibbling on Asmodeus 📗💓 MC who bumps their forehead against them 📗💓 Mammon with an MC who collects plushies! 📗💓 MC who likes to play with their hair!📗💓

Check my Creepy AU masterlist for more content! Drabble prompts - you can use in your requests! WIP list - where you can see which works are in progress.

[naddy-and-stuff]

My Ikemen Villain OC: Vera

So like... She is technically my second IkeVil OC, but I've thought of her backstory more than my first (who is Harrison's muse). So she's out first.

My girl's got the hots for Nica Schwartz.

More below the cut.

This is Vera and here are some facts about her:

📕She is an illegitimate daughter of a nobleman and a governess from a different noble family. Vera grew up with her mother and step-father and never met her biological father. In her opinion, it wasn't necessary to meet her biological father. She knew of him, but is not really interested in knowing him.

📕Her mother raised her to be a proper lady, intending to introduce her to high society when she came of age. This did not come to pass as Vera was put into the care of her nanny and tutors as soon as her mother and step-father had children of their own.

📕Vera was taught that ladies needed to be prim and proper, otherwise they would not be attractive or desireable. To this extent she was extensively tutored in good manners and proper etiquette. She was also taught to read and do maths, though she was far fonder of the former. Eventually, she found solace in fairy tales and came to the conclusion that she would only be attractive and desireable if she were to be like the princesses in the books she read.

📕This has caused her to look at the world through lens that were entirely dependent on fairy tales. Vera would perceive and view reality as though she were in a fairy tale. She believes that someday a prince would come and be attracted to her; desire her, even. To this end, she perfects her smile in the morning when she wakes up, takes extra care in grooming and dressing herself, and she randomly braids locks of her hair to make her memorable. So that her prince wouldn't need to look too hard for her.

📕She was granted her inheritance when she came of age. It became clear that she was not entirely welcome in her mother's new family so she packed and left. With her inheritance, she set up a book shop where she sold all sorts of books and reading materials. Eventually it became a library of sorts; Vera dedicated a place where her patrons could sit, read, and drink tea.

📕Fun fact: she once drank an excessive amount of alcohol at a social function and thoroughly embarrassed her tutor and mother when she openly flirted with a betrothed man. Vera believes that this was also one of the reasons why she was subtly sent out of the family. When she recounts it, she merely chuckles, saying that it was a lapse in judgment. The man she had flirted with hardly looked like a prince.

<>.<>

Will post my two drabbles about her and maybe make a directory of her and my other OC.

I used this picrew for her cause I cannot draw:

[faggotbeloved]

🖤⚰️🕰️ INTRO / NAVIGATION 🫀🕸️🍷

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📕 VOLUME 1: ABOUT ME / DNI

My name is Remy, I am an autistic 23 year old trans man. [He/Him] I write for AMAB male reader primarily, but will write FTM male reader or GN / genital nonspecific reader upon request or on a whim. I typically write MLM, but will sometimes write WLM (MReader). I do write yandere and smut, and for that reason all of my work is 18+, and though I am aware that I can't police minors on what content they consume, I still will block any blogs I find out are minors.

As for DNI, I do not want fem-aligned people interacting because this is a male-centered work and I cannot guarantee that my writing is not being fetishized in a way I'm uncomfortable with. I do not want minors interacting in any way because I do write sexual content. I do not want proshippers interacting with me because I find the majority of them use it for immoral things such as blatant pedophillia or incest. That, along with basic criteria (Zionists, homophobes, transphobes, racists, et cetera) wraps up my DNI.

I am aware I write morally gray ships, but I write to enjoy the psychological aspect and not to romanticize harming children. I don't particularly care what label that gives me.

📗 VOLUME 2: WORKS AND RULES

Rules:

As of right now, most of my completed works are in the form of drabbles and can be located by digging through my reblogs on my main account, @faggotboulevard, though soon I may link them here.

Rules for requests are simple; I write for the yandere trope, am open to most kinks, but I will not write pedophillia, incest, rape (even cnc), uncomfortable age gaps, feces or emeto, etc.

I will write for prompts requesting specific features, such as a certain race or body type or mental illness, but I have a limited scope in these and am very open to constructive criticism of me misinterpreting something. I write smut, fluff, angst, and anything in between.

I write dominant male or dominant ftm smut with male, ftm, or sparingly female characters. If you want to request a kink and a character I can do that, but I prefer more in-depth requests. I'm a tiny blog, so I'll reply to everything, including non-prompt asks.

Works:

* Once this is large enough, I'll do a character-by-character masterlist.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, Says [(the Dog) to {the Stag] (to the Raven)} | Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham x M!Reader.

Cold Metal Biting Soft Flesh | Yandere Curly x Captain!M!Reader.

📘 VOLUME 3: FANDOMS

*R! and P! are shorthand for romantic and platonic.

• My own OCs

• Mouthwashing (R!Curly, R!Anya, R!Daisuke, R!Swansea)

• Marvel (R!All; Most characters but I'm very much not caught up)

• DC (R!All; 2022 Riddler (♡), generic Batman, generic Superman, etc. I don't know the difference between any of the Robins, sorry :P)

• Hannibal NBC (R!Hannibal, R!Will, R!Bedelia, R!Matthew, R!Francis.)

• Slashers (R!All; Brahms Heelshire, Billy + Stu, Patrick Bateman, Michael Meyers, etc.)

• Call of Duty (R!All; including Makarov and König.)

• And more! Go ahead and ask whatever you're thinking of, there's a good chance I'll like the prompt enough to research your guy.

📙VOLUME 4: NAVIGATION

Rules -> This post. Likely not going to be used again.

Announcements -> Updates on posting, fics, and more.

Organization -> Masterlists and more.

My Works -> Complete or multipart fanfictions that I came up with myself.

My Asks -> Asks that are not about fanfiction, i.e., life updates or greetings.

My Requests -> Asks that are about fanfiction, i.e., a request for a character headcannons.

Misc -> Anything else that I find important to post in this account rather than my other account. Polls, art, etc.

Character tags -> May it be ocs or featured characters, I'll include a tag to filter out or look through.

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[scarlettriot]

Sorry but I just know that when Kiri has a long day he can be a mildly annoying little shit.

He comes home and sees you on the sofa. You’re in one of his shirts with a little pair of shorts on and your thighs are looking extra squishy and he knows where he wants to be.

You’re on your phone? He’s plucking it from your hands. Reading a book? Not anymore. Working on your laptop? He’s closing it and you barely have time to save your work!

He’s just making room so he can plop himself down and get comfy with his head in your lap. Moving your hands so they’re in his hair. Wiggling his big arms until he’s got them wrapped around you. Only then does he sigh and you see that familiar smile settle onto his face. The one where one tooth is poking out over his lip. Yeah, you know the one.

Finally at peace.

[calccite]

𝕾𝖉𝖛 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Request status: CLOSED

((Please refer to the 👉ask box👈for what I can and am willing to write before sending in requests)

R a t i n g

❤️Normal 💗Suggestive

💄Smut 🌷Fluff 🖤Angsty

♧ Drabble ♧

♤ Headcanon ♤

♡ Scenario ♡

♢ Fic ♢

S e p a r a t e    C h a r a c t e r     M a s t e r l i s t

Harvey 🩺 Elliott ✒️ Shane 🐥 Sebastian 🐸 Sam 🎸 Alex 🏈

Leah 🎨 Emily 💎 Maru 🔧 Abigail 🎮 Penny 📕 Haley 🌻

L A T E S T

💄Riding the absolute shit out of your man🏈 ♡ 💄Bestfriend!Sam🎸♧

[slashingdisneypasta]

I'm looking for the hades one and ratigan hehe

Here are the Hades ones I could find/thought were worth mentioning:

🔥 Hades x Mortal!Indentured!Reader || Drabble 🔥Hades x Indentured!Fem!Reader || Oneshot 🔥Perv!Hades x AccidentalFlirt!Reader || Drabble 🔥Hades x AFAB!Reader || Drabble (Smut) 🔥Begging!Hades x Mad!Reader || Excerpt 🔥Cruel!Hades x Reader || Drabble 🔥Sad!Hades x Deceased!Reader || Excerpt 🔥Patient!Hades x Stubourn!Goodguy!Reader || Drabble

And the Ratigan ones I could find! ^^ :

📕Professor Ratigan x Reader || Smexcerpt 📕Professor Ratigan x Inexperienced!Reader || Smexcerpt

[courtney-deserved-better]

Alejandro and Gwen 😬📕❤️👍👭

just posted the drabble for this prompt!

[sonder-paradise]

— 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

"The story begins with Japan's elimination from the 2018 FIFA World Cup, which prompts the Japanese Football Union to start a program scouting high school players. Their coach intends to “destroy Japanese loser football” by introducing a radical new training regimen: isolate 300 young strikers in a prison-like institution called “Blue Lock” and put them through rigorous training aimed at creating “the world's greatest egotist striker.”

— 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝

📕 - Oneshots

📗 - Drabbles/Imagines

📘 - Headcanons

📙- SMAUs

— 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

— 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats II📙

— 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

Calling Them Cute 📗

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧

Casual Chats 📙

Casual Chats II 📙

— 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

Casual Chats 📙

[myprincejinnie]

skz tumblr fic recs!!

-separated by member and then genre-

if it has more than one genre like mafia and soulmate au then i will put it in the section that i think it leans more towards, but most will have summaries and warnings as well so it will be easy to figure out (hopefully lol). the genre is more au based and not like friends to lovers and stuff bc most aus have those genres as well and it is hard to separate. if it doesn't have an au it is prob in others. this list looks kind of scuffed bare w it pls. i really just made this to keep track of my fav fics so i can reread them. + some of them i haven't read in a while. and others i didn't add bc they are either on hold or it is pretty obvious that they are never going to be finished )); find other group and fandom lists here. i took all these pictures (except lee knows) at the maniac seattle concert and i love them ((:

📕 - one shot/head cannon/short

📚 - series

🔃 - ongoing

✅️ - completed

🔞 - smut + not going to put all warnings for the type of smut going on in each so make sure to read warnings on the og post jic

LEE KNOW

___friends to lovers___

Second Lead Syndrome by theirbbygirl 📕

Summary: y/n and minho have been friends for more than 2 years now, but suddenly she begins to see herself as the mere second lead in minho’s story. will she be the rare second lead who gets her own happy ending? >> Warnings & Tags: angst, fluff, comedy, female reader insert, some crying, and themes of unrequited love

___university au___

Invisible thread by astraystayyh 📚✅️

Summary: your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. what happens when minho comes into your life and rips it away from you? >> Warnings & Tags: university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies because they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst, reader has a very bad relationship with her mother, insecurities, talk about murder but as a joke, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.

___drabbles (kind of)___

SKZ... GIVING HIM A FOREHEAD KISS by seungisms 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: hardcore fluff and minho being soft.

HYUNJIN

___soulmate au___

Lucky Ducky by strayskidsscribbles 📕

Summary: none. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate au, drabble.

BANG CHAN

___soulmate au___

Human Canvas by kamino-ink 📕

Summary: you were six years old when you got an inkling of what kind of person your soulmate is; they would draw little doodles on their arms all day, and you would draw back. But as an adult, its as if you two are at war with each other, with them covering your right arm with tattoos and you occasionally painting on your left arm for the fun of it. >> Warnings & Tags: soulmate!au, fluff, wee angst.

IN

___drabbles___

Insecurity drabble by chaestats 📕

Summary: ask: "hey 💗 do you think you can write a Jeongin insecurity drabble? Where fem!reader is chubby and is quite insecure of that? TYSM!!" >> Warnings & Tags: suggestive at the end.

i swear i have read some for the others i just cant find them. will add more as i read ((:

LAST UPDATED/ADDED ON: 9.28.2023

[imstuckintheloopsofyourmind]

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♡·°·{QUICK DNI‼‼}·°·♡

DNI IF THIS IS YOU‼/srs

▶ Proship/MAPS/ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU STINKY INCLUDING UMBRELLA TERMS‼‼‼ (STRICTLY‼‼ Please don't bring that here.)

▶ If my art makes you uncomfy‼ (Please, it makes it easier to ignore/mute <3)

▶ If you are FOH (Faint Of Heart)‼‼ There will be times where I post some spoopy art like PHOBIAS and such‼‼ or at least view with CAUTION‼ <3

If there's anything else I'll update this‼ :3

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Helloooo~ Dis my new blog where I'd be posting other art and such‼ :3

Enjoyyyyy! <3

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♡·°·{TAGS‼‼}·°·♡

#🐿🌷🍁 Opening‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Artworks‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Animations‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Sneek-peeks‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Reblogs‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Talks/OOC‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Rambles‼

#🐿🌷🍁 QnA‼ (Coming Soon‼ :3)

#🐿🌷🍁 AUs‼

#🐿🌷🍁 OCs‼

#🐿🌷🍁 Stories‼ (This includes drabbles, one-shots, snippets, fics and such <3)

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♡·°·{A lil bit about myself‼ <3}·°·♡

°ฯ~{I like mourning doves and bears as well as cats, dogs and bunnies‼‼ :3

°ฯ~{I know 3 languages‼ uvu

°ฯ~{I'm not active that much but I do post whenever I want to post something- xD but sometimes I'll be really active‼‼ :3

°ฯ~{I like to do art of my favorite fandoms and characters‼‼ I write stories too so I might also post drabbles‼‼ >v<

°ฯ~{I like History, Science, Chemistry (mostly History ovo)‼‼ I also like music (so I'll also do posts that relate to the music I like)‼‼ :3

°ฯ~{I rarely do animations‼‼ But I would/might post some when I do <3

°ฯ~{My favorite movie genres are; Horror, Sci-fi, Action and for shows; Crime/True Crime, a bit of Drama, Comedy‼‼ There's others but I don't remember- ooug-

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♡·°·{FANDOM(S) I'M IN‼‼}·°·♡

***Also hyperfixating over :3

▶ Baldi's Basics In Education And Learning/BBIEAL‼‼‼

Main Tags:

#Baldi's Basics In Education And Learning (Including PLUS and Classic Remastered‼)

#BBIEAL (Including :P and :CR‼)

And more but I'll add that later :3

⬇⬇⬇HOW TO KNOW WHO'S WHO FOR TAGS‼‼⬇⬇⬇

#📕☕ = #Principle Thing

#🍎📏 = #Professor Baldimore

#🗑✨ = #Gotta Sweep/Mr. Ambrose

#🍌📔 = #Filename2/NULL

#🖍🎶 = #Playtime

#💥🍫 = #It's A Bully/Bully

#🎨📒 = #Arts and Crafters

#📌📚 = #PLAYER

#🌟❤ = #1st Prize

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For my favorite mods, they'll be added later‼

TW: A MASS MAJORITY CONTAINS STUFF THAT ISN'T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART‼‼

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♡·°·{SHIPS/PAIRINGS‼‼}·°·♡

TW: WILL CONTAIN SENSUAL AND SOME THINGS THAT MIGHT COME OFF AS SUGGESTIVE CONTENT‼‼ SO BE REALLY CAREFUL PLEASE‼ <33

For the ships, I do both romantic and platonic‼ I'll let ya know which ones below‼ <3

I also do CANON × CANON and CANON × OC‼ As well as CANON + CANON and CANON + OC (which will have NONE of the above but there WILL be other TWs and CWs for other certain topics so still be careful‼ <3) and progressing relationships/Slow-Burns‼

I ALSO TEND TO DO A LOT OF ANGST‼‼ AND HURT COMFORT‼‼

♡·°·{CANON × CANON (so far <3)‼}·°·♡

▶ 📕☕ × 🍎📏 (PrinciBaldi)

▶ 🗑✨ × 🍌📔 (FileSweep/NullBrose)

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That's all for now‼‼ Thank you for stopping by‼ <3

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[belovedblossoms-m]

"Tonight was so much fun.... I really enjoyed the lights show! I hope you did, too." He smiles, currently walking with Kaede through the snowy city streets. There was an event going on in the main square of the city, that was showing a display of many bright and colorful Christmas lights, along with being able to walk down long paths decorated with lights, too. Being able to enjoy such mesmerizing sights with her, truly made this night feel all the more special... Now, they were on their way to a cafe via train, so that they can enjoy some Christmas cake together.

Once they made it to the train station, there was an indoor waiting area. Finding them a bench to sit at, Shuichi gestures her to sit down next to him. "Looks like it will be some time before our train comes, but that's alright: gives us some time to get some warmth again, ahaha." Taking off his gloves, he blows his breath on his hands to try to warm them up faster. After a moment, he speaks back up. "... S-So! While we're waiting for our train, I thought I would... give you your gifts! I-If that's okay." Shuichi opens up his bag to retrieve the pink gift box from within, before holding it out to her with a soft smile. "Here you go... Merry Christmas, Kaede."

Inside was a variety of things, such as a small bottle of cherry blossom perfume, a pair of red-and-pink rose shaped hairclips, and then... a handmade journal, wrapped with a pink bow. The cover had a design of a bright blue sky on it, and a giant tree, with vines made out of strings of music notes. It was labeled with her name in gold lettering, saying: 'For: Kaede. ♪" While she looks at, Shuichi shyly plays with his fingers, as he mutters: "I, ah.... made you a journal! I even drew the cover myself, h-hehe. U-Um... if you’d like... you can turn to the very first page. A little surprise in there, too... !” And if she does, she will see a small doodle of her, smiling brightly. And a message near it, that says:

 ‘May your Christmas, and the New Year, be nothing but wonderful and happy to you, my beloved pianist.’ -Shuichi ♡

His cheeks were burning a dark red... yet the smile on his face, and the gaze he gives her, only grows warm.. as he gently leans against her. “I thought... maybe that would put a bigger smile on your face, too. H-Hehe... Since.. your happiness, always means the world to me, Kaede. I can’t wait to begin the new year with you... “ Then he leans his head in just a bit closer... before placing the softest kiss to her cheek, then nuzzles it with his own. (I know I’m so late, but I still wanted to send you a little something something!! Merry Christmas~! 📕🌸🌹)

//GIRL, you ALWAYS spoil me with these adorable drabble posts and I love them so freaking much!! I'm just now catching up reading this and another in my inbox, I'm so sorry! Pretty much posting to save this as well but if you ever want me to respond to them with Kaede I'd be more than happy to. My brain just doesn't function so well sometimes to catch up on these. >.<