#8k celebration

[sluttyminghao]

wonwoo takes his anger on your hole after losing a game

- happy 8k

"fuck!"

your ears perk up at the shouting coming from just across the room, where you observe your boyfriend throwing his headset down onto his desk in an angry huff. you place your book down and sit up, opening your mouth to ask him if he's okay.

"are-"

"turn around and bend over." his voice is sharp and has a hint of something you can't quite put your finger on, and the tone alone has you scrambling to do as he says. without a word, he's flipping your skirt up and ripping your panties clean off your body.

"hey! those were good panties!"

"don't care, I'll buy you more. just let me ruin that pretty hole of yours," he grumbles, his cool hands rubbing somewhat soothing circles along the curve of your ass. the hands retreat for a bride moment before you hear his zipper being undone.

the fat head of his cock prods against your entrance, and is quickly pushed inside you within a few seconds. you whimper at the stretch, but it's quickly replaced by a throbbing pleasure that only wonwoo can provide.

wonwoo starts a harsh pace very quickly, and you hardly have time to grab onto the couch cushion while he pounds his cock into you repeatedly. all of his stress and anger from his game was currently being taken out on your hole, and you can't say you could complain.

with each thrust, you feel a little piece of your sanity chip away. he's got a grip on your hip and the other on your shoulder, cock hitting every spot inside of you with such vigour that it doesn't take long at all until your walls are fluttering violently around his cock.

"that's it, fucking cum, milk my cock angel, fucking milk it." he groans as he cums not long after you, his body collapsing onto yours. you can hear his heavy pants in your ear, and his slowly softening cock leaving your entrance.

"so, bad game?"

"seungcheol is going to be in for it next game, I swear to god. and if I lose again I may just need to tie you down and fuck you stupid."

[iliveiloveiwrite]

✨-Colin Bridgerton, im obsessing over him since season 3 came out and im desperate for more content😩 I hope youre doing well, thank you🥰

My love,

It’s close to eighteen hours since we were pronounced as husband and wife, and in those eighteen hours I have pinched myself eighteen times for I cannot seem to believe that an angel such as yourself could marry a lost soul like me.

In my years of travelling, I have seen many breathtaking sights. I’ve watched the sun rise over the Acropolis in Athens, I’ve heard the bells of Notre Dame ring for its morning service. I have experienced the beauty that much of Europe has to offer, yet all of that does not compare to the sight of you walking down the aisle. It holds no comparison to the sound of your vows - your gentle, loving voice echoing in the church where you promised me your forever. The countries I have visited, the experiences that have shaped my worldviews are inherently nothing to the sight of you in our marriage bed.

As I write this, the sun has only just begun to appear on the horizon, painting the sky a rosy pink reminiscent of the flush on your skin after our first night together as husband and wife. Dim light is beginning to fill the room, casting its warm glow across your face. Your lashes begin to flitter against the bright intrusion and I cannot help but wonder whether you were handmade for me; whether I hoped, prayed and wished so strongly that the deities heard and you were sent to me - for me, alone.

There are not enough words in the English language for me to accurately describe the depths of my feelings for you. Luckily, I have an eternity to show you just how much you mean to me, just how much I love you and just how lucky a man I am to have found a woman like you.

I’m finishing my letter here - you’ve woken up and called to me. I cannot help the smile that crosses my face at the sound of your voice; our eternity begins now.

I love you now, I’ll love you always.

Colin.

[sunshinesteviee]

hi emma! what about a friends to lovers with peter where reader falls asleep on pete’s lap when they’re watching a movie or something and peter just can’t bring himself to wake her up 🥺 and she basically ends up staying the night and it’s all fluffy and cute eeee

heeheh thank u bb ily. fem!reader; wc: 682

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Peter wasn’t exactly sure how it’d happened. One minute, you’d been watching a movie together, and the next, you were fast asleep with your head in his lap. It didn’t surprise him that you were asleep; you’d been exhausted from classes and work, but had insisted on your planned movie night when Peter had suggested taking a rain check. He just wasn’t sure how you’d ended up laying in his lap, because you’d originally been leaning against his shoulder. It wasn’t like you never touched (or cuddled, for that matter), but the realization was so unexpected that it sent Peter’s heart racing. 

He finally noticed, and placed his hand on your shoulder gently, speaking your name in a whisper, thinking maybe you’d been half-awake. When he received no response, though, he wasn’t sure what to do. Would you want him to let you be, or wake you up? Honestly, he wasn’t sure he had the heart to wake you up with how peaceful you looked fast asleep. Peter knew how hard you’d been working lately, knew how desperately you needed a good sleep, and decided there was no harm in letting you sleep for a bit. 

Reaching for the remote, Peter turned down the volume of the TV a bit and then grabbed a blanket behind him to lay over you. He ran warm, so he almost never used it, but knew you tended to be the opposite, and didn’t want you to wake up because you were cold. Once it was tucked around you, Peter’s hand returned to your arm, his thumb tracing short lines over the curve of your shoulder as he gazed down at you.

The movie one was one you’d chosen, so he wasn’t exactly interested, even though he’d agreed to watch it. And it became even harder to focus on it with you asleep in his lap. He didn’t want to be weird, but it was hard not to stare with how pretty you looked; your eyelashes kissing your cheeks, your hair falling into your face, lips parted slightly. After a moment, Peter tentatively placed his hand on your head, fingers slipping into your hair as his thumb brushed back and forth over your temple gently. 

It wasn’t until the movie was nearly over that Peter realized how long he’d spent watching you instead of the movie. How long he’d played with your hair or traced small shapes into your skin. Quite honestly, he could do it forever, but you’d woken up just minutes before the movie ended, eyes blinking heavily as the credits began flashing across the screen. 

Letting out a soft groan, you shifted so you could see Peter, “Aw man. I slept through the whole thing?”

Realizing you were awake, Peter’s hand flew up from your hair to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to be as nonchalant as he possibly could. “Oh, um, yeah. I guess so.”

You weren’t oblivious to the soft pink on his cheeks, the way his eyes went wide, “Sorry for falling asleep on you. Literally and figuratively.”

Peter let out a nervous breath — something like a laugh — and shook his head, “That’s okay. I didn’t mind. Really.”

“Okay,” you replied with the same nervous giggle that quickly turned into a yawn. “I should, um... should probably get going back to my place.” 

“Stay!” Peter blurted before he could think it through, “I mean, if you want. You can stay. It’s late. Don’t want you out there by yourself. You can stay here.” 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to sit up, pulling the blanket Peter had tucked around you with you, “Are you sure? Don’t want to intrude.”

“Positive,” Peter smiled, seeming much more confident. “We can even watch the movie again, if you want. I’m gonna be honest… I wasn’t paying much attention to it either.” 

You weren’t sure exactly what you meant, but the look Peter was giving you caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, so you nodded and scooted in closer, leaning back into Peter, “That sounds nice.” 

[princessbrunette]

when did you know you loved me? pt.4/4 ♡

it was rare bunny!reader and rafe got a day off like this. one where the kook princess’s boyfriend wasn’t running off on business, dragging her along or leaving her to run her own personal errands — like getting her nails done or shopping. today, the two of them relaxed on rafe’s boat in the hazy june sunshine. bunny stares off over the water, pondering..

you’re snapped from your thoughts when rafe arrives at your side, giving your ass a little swat and grab the way he always did as you looked over the ledge across the water.

“you good, kid?” he enquires casually as his hand slides up your back to grasp your shoulder, hooking his sunglasses back into his shirt.

“mhm, just thinking.” you muse, leaning into his side a little. you always went a bit brainless around rafe — it was second nature. he did the thinking, it was his job as a provider — well, that’s what he’d tell you anyway, and he’d drilled it into your head enough times for you to remember it.

“m’yeah? thinking about what?” he converses. he’d always get worried when you looked a little too pensive. rafe was an overthinker like that, the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him not to let you think too hard, because you’d uncover all his flaws and leave him. though you knew that could never be the case, rafe had some unpacked abandonment issues that often sat at the surface.

“us.” you hum simply, and his hand slides off your shoulder.

“well what — what are… why?” he struggles his word his concern, a frown forming between his brows.

“jus’ that i love you a lot, and i was thinking about how much i love you.” you shrug, not taking in the edge in his concerned tone. he relaxes a little, nodding though you weren’t looking his way as he draws in a long breath.

“right, yeah… yeah.” he plays it cool, scratching at his cheek before stepping away in the direction of the mini bar, deciding he needed a drink to take the edge off. “well, daddy loves you too, yeah?”

the casual assurance in his tone makes you bite your lip, gaze snapping over to him as he wanders away — and you speak once more, only wanting to prolong the time spent by his side.

“when did you know that you loved me rafey?” it’s a demure request, spoken hopefully through pouty lips and batting lash extensions. he spins around, blinking at you a few times before shrugging his shoulder.

“look, uh — i don’t know. i just did, alright?” he turns his mouth down like he hadn’t given it any thought and your face falls. you forget rafe wasn’t like you. he was a man of logic. fact over feelings (thats what he’d tell people, anyway.) he didn’t have time to ponder such things.

“oh.” you whisper, nodding your head. it wasn’t a big deal. you just wished he would gush over you the way you did him sometimes. he licks his lips, hesitance in his body language when he turns away once more this time, wishing he never saw that disappointment on your face at the way he brushed you off. he was still trying to get used to the whole being open with your feelings thing. his father hadn’t exactly lead by great example.

he cracks open a beer, and five minutes later he’s lounging on the white couch out on the deck, an arm strewn along the back of the seat and the other holding the bottle, reaching out towards you to gesture you over to him.

“come sit with me, dunno why you’re so far away.” he welcomes you, and you quietly pad over in your pink bikini, never once shying away from the unabashed way he watches your body move towards him. “mm. looking good.” he comments quietly before you’re climbing onto the couch and snuggling up to his side. there was no ‘thanks daddy’ or glossy kisses being pressed into him like usual, you were pensive, distant, thoughtful. he knew he’d brushed you off and you were trying so hard to seem like it hadn’t phased you, bless your little bunny heart. after a sigh, the kook begins to speak.

“it was after the whole thing with me getting arrested. you know the… the thing with the sheriff.” he relays, staring ahead over at the water even when you turned your head to gaze at him, blinking slowly in relaxed confusion as to what he was talking about.

“i…i wanted people to respect me, you know? like- like i had proven that i was willing to do anything to protect the people i care about. anything. enough to get me sent to fuckin’ jail, right?” he rambles, before shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek, thinking. you stay quiet, curious as to where this was going. you wanted to give him space to open up.

“but like…ahh, i don’t know. when i got out, people…people didn’t wanna hang with me anymore. i used to be that guy, right like — like everyone wanted to talk to the rafe cameron but after i got bailed out i… people were scared of me. thought i was some… violent, unhinged creature like… like i was some killer.” he squints, shaking his head in disagreement.

a few moments pass as he gathers his thoughts, before he speaks once more, this time glancing at you.

“so a little while after that i was down at the club, you know just… just tryna socialise again, blow off some steam. shit, i even told everyone that beers were on me, you know? free for everyone at the club. went back to go get my golf club, came back n’everyone had left. clearly they still saw me as some kinda monster.”

whilst you was unclear on why he was telling the story, you remembered clearly this time how hard it was for rafe to drag himself back up. he wouldn’t talk about how hard things were, and sure — eventually things had blown over and he was the life of every party once more, but you remembered the shift in atmosphere clearly. it was strange.

“uh…” he clears his throat. “so yeah i uh, i come back and you’re there, right? you’re just sat there by your self at the table… and shit you… you just looked so happy to see me,” he chuckles, shaking his head fondly at the memory. “like, i had left for two damn minutes and you were still happy to see me. you didn’t even — even care that everyone else had left… and that’s real ride or die shit, okay like — someone… someone who’s not gonna just up and leave you when shit gets tough like sarah did with my dad. nah, nah you stuck around. s’when i knew i wanted to put a fuckin’ rock on that little finger.” he takes your hand suddenly, holding it between the two of you like he’s envisioning the ring on your second to last finger, taking a moment to indulge in the fantasy.

you’re grinning ear to ear, understanding the significance of the story now as you flutter your eyelashes.

“rafey…” you coo softly and he shrugs, his wall fighting to come back up.

“yeah, well. you wanted your story, there’s your story.” he brushes it off casually, but even his lips curl up a little into a fulfilled smirk, catching your gaze with an unspoken awe.

“guess what, i loved you the second i saw you so i win.” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, pulling you into his chest.

“yeah? shit i didn’t know it was a competition.” he banters lightheartedly over your giggles, his cold heart thawing at the sound.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Can not believe I am celebrating 8k followers!

Thank you to everyone who clicked that follow button lately or longer ago. Special shout out to everyone who had been here since the beginning and stayed through all my hyper obsessions!

For this celebration I am hosting a mini writing challenge.

The poll I put on yesterday ran out and the majority of people voted for random fic ideas from my very long fic idea document that keeps growing every single week day.

You have no idea what you're in for LMAO

I am gonna gatekeep some of these ideas, cause I have plans for at least four of them to write them myself, but I know that most of these ideas would never see the light of day, so I am excited!

Some of the ideas are very detailed, some of the ideas are just random situations. I will pick random through a picker wheel I put to together earlier today once I receive an ask.

How this works:

The first 12 people who send me an ask get a random chosen prompt from my fic ideas document.

You can choose from the following characters:

Joel Miller

Din Djarin

Frankie Morales

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

Dave York

Pero Tovar

Oberyn Martell

Matt Murdock

Dieter Bravo

Marcus Pike

Please mention if you're okay with smut prompts. There are a darkish!Oberyn, dubcon-ish Dave York and a darkish!Javi P idea in there. If you good with those, please say so or even ask for them specifically.

Fics should be posted until the end of September, can be as long or as short as you like but tag me PLEASE once you're finished so I can read it!

Looking forward to read all my silly fic ideas come to life!

[ddeongies]

nmau is at 80k ama :)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Thank you my lovelies 🥹 another milestone achieved and I couldn’t have done it without you 💕

[make-me-imagine]

8k Follower Milestone Ships~

Thank you all so much who have followed!! I am so glad to be writing for so many people 🧡🧡🧡 (even tho I imagine so many of my followers are dead accounts lol)

Status: CLOSED Closing: November 12th (at the end of the day)

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RULES/REQUIREMENTS: *Pay attention to info in bold please.

I know I can't exactly check this for Anons and stuff, but I'd prefer if you only sent a ship if you follow me as this is to thank those that are :)

You can request up to Two Fandoms (fandoms list)

Tell me what your gender preference(s) are for your ship. Female, Male, or Either.

Tell me info about you (no more than 700 words please, but please not like two sentences of info, I need more than that)

Likes, dislikes, hobbies, job, things you find attractive in a partner, turn-offs, etc.

Your Age if you want but it is not necessary (mostly if you want a ship of someone around your age)

Stuff about your personality, like if you are extroverted, introverted, a people person, etc.

If you want me to answer your ship privately just let me know!

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I will be answering your ships with who I ship you with, and a short reason why.

You can then request either Headcanons for the ship, or a drabble based off one of the scenario prompts listed below (only one of these for each fandom ship so you get two in total)

Make sure to tell me what you want for each ship.

Examples: -'Can I get headcanons for my Marvel Ship. And the drabble for prompt 'first kiss' for my Top Gun ship' -'Headcanons for both fandoms please' -"Drabble for prompt 'x' with fandom A, and prompt 'x' for fandom B.' -or you can request one prompt for both fandom ships.

**I would prefer you to tell me which you want for which fandom, but if you do not tell me what you want I will just give you headcanons.

Headcanons: Headcanons regarding various parts of your relationship (I will give you at least 5 random headcanons based around the ship/relationship)

or

A drabble based on 1 (one) of the scenario prompts below (will probably be between 100-300 words)

Trope/Scenario Prompts:

Falling asleep with your head in their lap/on their shoulder.

First Kiss

First Confession

Marriage Proposal

The moment of realization (the moment they realized they had feelings for /or loved you - does not necessarily include the confession)

Jealousy

Fake Dating

xx

I tag Ships with the following tags, so if you want to block them to avoid seeing them all over your dash: '#8k ships' '#ship requests' '#ships'

[diobrando]

Sorry but why would I want a party where I'd have to spend $1000 on ONE dress

[sluttyminghao]

hellohello!! i’ve read almost all of your works and you are definitely AMAZING. for the 8k celebration may i request what would be making out with hiphop unit but you both are very drunk😭

tysmmm❤️

seungcheol: it's so sloppy, and honestly he's had probably a Lot to drink. he would probably end up sucking on your jaw and lips for a while thinking he's being a makeout god, but alas. honestly, you both probably end up with hickies in weird places

wonwoo: he probably ends up just talking a whole bunch about how much he loves you between long and heavy kisses, as well as letting his large hands drunkenly roam your body and giggle when he grabs boob

mingyu: the chattiest puppy, he probably ends up talking about how drunk he is over making out. you have to sit on his lap and smash your lips to his to shut him up, and even then he still tries to mumble a conversation

vernon: I feel like he'd be so drunk he probably falls asleep mid-makeout session, and wakes up like 2 minutes later, only for the cycle to repeat. kiss, kiss gets heavy, he gets tired, sleep, shock himself awake, repeat.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

8k Celebration Sleepover!

Thank you all so much for all the followers! Despite my absence, the attention to my works has been constant and I cannot tell you how grateful I am for every like, comment and reblog. I adore you all.

25/5 — 28/5

- ✨ - love letters - send me the name of a character from the below list, I’ll write a letter from their perspective.

-🔮 - headcanons - send me the name of a character as well as a trope, I’ll create a headcanon.

- 💎 - ask me anything! - send me a question, I’ll answer as honestly as I can!

- ⭐️- shuffle - send me this emoji, I’ll shuffle my playlist and give you the first 5 songs that come up.

- ⚡️ - rant - anything on your mind? Rant to me! Drop your worries in my inbox to get them off your mind.

Character List:

Bridgerton - Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Simon

Shadow and Bone - General Kirigan, Nikolai Lantsov, Matthias Helvar, Kaz Brekker

Stranger Things - Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Nancy, Robin

Peaky Blinders - Tommy, John, Michael

ACOTAR - Cassian, Azriel

Harry Potter - Draco, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ron, Neville, Oliver Wood, Fred, George, Sirius, Remus.

Taglist; @heloisedaphnebrightmore @jackys-stuff-blog @velvetcloxds @pregnant-piggy @whovianwholikesgirls @booksndraspberryjam

[sunshinesteviee]

congrats emma <33 i’ve come to req a blurb w steve with the lyrics “and he’s passing by // rare as a glimmer of a comet in the sky // and he feels like home” ily 🫶🏻 -allie

pls these lyrics make my heart so soft. i hope i did it some kind of justice 🥺 gn!reader; wc: 638

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Nights in which you have Steve all to yourself — no Robin or Eddie, no kids, no phone calls from said kids — are few and far between. Not that you mind, really. You love your friends nearly as much as you love Steve. But it’s nice to have him all to yourself sometimes. So when he suggests a weekend away for the two of you, you jump at the chance. 

You’re at a small cabin tucked away in the woods, that under normal circumstances would make you nervous, but you know you’re safe with Steve. There’s a small fire crackling in the fireplace a few feet away from where you’re sitting, tucked carefully in Steve’s arms, a soft blanket thrown over the both of you. His hand is comforting as he rubs over curve of your shoulder, lips pressed to the side of your head in a soft kiss, “You okay?” 

Tilting your head up to look at Steve, you find him already staring at you, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the fire. He looks soft — softer than normal, if that’s possible, with his hair undone and falling into his face, his glasses perched on his nose, and a gentle look of concern lining his features. It's a fleeting moment, but it hits you then, just how lucky you are. You’ve always known it, really, but with the way he’s looking at you so tenderly, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet to have Steve. 

Steve, who is kind and funny. Steve, who is smart, and strong, and protective. Steve, who cares about you more than anyone else on the planet, and who feels more like home than anybody you’ve ever met. You’re pretty sure there’s no one else like him. And he’s yours. All yours. It’s nearly enough to make you cry. 

“Baby?” Steve asks, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush his thumb over your cheek gently. 

Realizing you have yet to answer him, you nod and blurt out the first thing on your mind, “I love you.”  

This isn’t news to Steve — you tell him you love him all the time — but the earnestness with which you say it catches him off guard, eyes going wide. His pretty lips quirk up into a smile as he replies, “I love you, too.” 

You lean into his touch, tilting your chin up until the tip of your nose rubs against his, lips barely brushing as you murmur, “I just… love you. So much. ‘M lucky to have you.” Without giving him a chance to reply, you close the tiny gap between you, kissing him softly. 

His hand is warm on your jaw as he kisses you back, still confused at where all of this is coming from, but not confused enough to deny you a kiss. The confusion is still clear on his face when you pull back, his eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed slightly, “Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I can’t tell my boyfriend just how much I love him?” you reply, lifting an eyebrow as you trace your thumb over the swell of his bottom lip. 

Steve’s quick to press a kiss to the pad of your thumb, fingers wrapping around your wrist gently to hold you in place, fingertips rubbing against the delicate skin there. “I’ll allow it,” he concedes after a moment, gaze drifting back up to yours with a grin. 

“Good,” you nod firmly, leaning in to peck his lips again before nuzzling back into his chest, your ear pressing just above where his heart is beating steadily. 

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you in as close as he possibly can. His voice is quiet, vulnerable, when he whispers, “I feel pretty lucky, too, ya know. Love you more than you know.” 

join the celebration!

[princessbrunette]

when did you know you loved me? pt.1 /4 ♡

for puppy!reader, being john booker routledge’s girlfriend meant asking random questions at random times. would you still love me if i was a worm? what would you do if someone tried to kidnap me? who would win in a fight between you and a shark?

what you loved about john b, was that he always had an answer. that was this thing — always having a solution, a plan A, plan B, it was all he knew, so he never had trouble thinking of ways to answer your innocent, inquisitive queries.

it was on a stroll through the neighbourhood, hand in hand when the question occurred to you. this was the first time you’d ever loved someone — so you wasn’t sure how it was supposed to work. sure, you’d said ‘i love you’ to eachother, many times — but you wasn’t sure if you could pinpoint the moment it happened. the moment you realised.

“i thought of a question to ask.” you swing his hand in your own as you walk carefully alongside him, careful not to trip on any loose tiles in the sidewalk like you’d done five minutes prior. you seem to have snapped him out of some thoughts, possibly a conundrum he was facing with the pogues or about some maps, but he seems happy to escape his thoughts — head snapping towards you with a small smile.

“yeah? shoot, pup.”

“when did you know you loved me?” you’re a little quieter today, perhaps timid to ask such a vulnerable question. as you ask he feels your eyes flicker up from your shoes to his hand, up his arm and then to his face. it wasn’t like you to be shy, not with him — which only filled his heart with more of that warm admiration.

“ohoho— that is a good question. one i actually, have an answer to.” he smirks, and you can’t help but grin, already feeling at ease. there was always a story with john b, it was never a simple answer.

“yeah?” you sound hopeful, staring up at his profile as you walk now, trusting him to guide you away from anything that could cause you to trip once more.

“uh-huh. i even remember what you were wearing that day.” he hums, enjoying the element of you having to draw it out of him, although he would have definitely have just told you anyway without any convincing.

“tell me!” you gasp with an elated giggle and he chuckles in response.

“okay, okay— but look, don’t expect anything crazy. it was uh… kind of a regular old moment? you know? like… you’re gonna be confused.” he nods as he gathers his thoughts. you come to a brick wall, one with chipped white paint, and pink flowers sprouting from the overgrown grass around it. you take the moment to let go of his hand and leap, clambering up to sit on top of the wall. instead of telling you to be careful like he usually might, he joins you — sitting side by side on the wall.

“okay.” you ready yourself.

“we’d maybe known eachother for…” he blows a puff of air from his cheeks as he thinks. “six weeks? you’d started coming to the chateau pretty regularly, kind of just showing up without an invite which i didn’t mind ‘cus you know, i was falling for you pretty fast.”

you smile, remembering what it was first like when you were getting to know john b.

“so… you’d fallen out of that tree. you remember? the one out the front, just… dropped right down from the branch. what you were doing up there, i don’t know, i mean i told you not to climb it, but there you were, climbing it anyway… and…” he rambles comically, gesturing you falling from the tree eliciting a small laugh from you, he trails off, thinking back on the moment with a softness to him. “you were wearing this cute little blue shirt and a skirt, and when i was patching you up i remember thinking how blue is like… definitely your colour.” he nods, and you find yourself mirroring his nod, so entranced in the way he speaks.

“anyway, uh — i was patching up your knee, and despite everything you still had your headphones over your ears. i gestured for you to take them off so, you know — i could ask if you’re okay, and uh…” he chuckles, shaking his head. “you said no. because your favourite song was still playing and you wanted to let it finish. yoooou and that damn walkman.” he shakes his head again in faux disappointment as you grin proudly, beginning to remember the day he spoke of.

only then he breaks out of his storytelling trance, turning his head to look at you from where he was staring ahead. “aaaand… yeah. love kinda just… happened? i know for a fact i knew in that moment that i was in love with you.” he finishes, his voice low and warm as he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. john b was never one to shy away from affection— he was a loverboy at heart and this only proved it. you bite your lip, feeling your nose get a little runny like you wanted to cry. noticing this, john b smirks, tilting his head a little.

“what, too sappy? didnt wanna make you cry…” he jokes, reaching over to cup your cheek, swiping his thumb over it like he was wiping the tears that hadn’t fallen.

“it would be a happy kind of cry… because you make me happy.” you’re lost for words, but you swallow down the lump and smile anyway, kicking your legs on the wall with glee.

“well that’s good. i definitely like making you happy.”

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Hello 🌸🌈

Congratulations on your massive milestone! It’s truly outstanding ✨

I’d really love to celebrate with you and participate in your challenge if Oberyn is still free 😍

Hi!

Thank you so much 🥰

Yes to Oberyn.

Here is your prompt/plot bunny:

I hope you know what I mean, if not, I can send pictures lol

Hope you like the prompt and I can't wait to read it!

[pedgito]

↝ FOR THE WORK (10k+ words) — Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Using your neighbors address for deliveries doesn’t seem like the worst idea until you find yourself with a world of dilemmas and a burgeoning crush on the single dad who lives there. [Pre-Outbreak]

↝ PATROLS (17k+ words) — Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: A story of how things began, where they ended up, and where they might go. A collection of patrols over the course of several months is forcing you closer to Joel than you ever imagined, tense circumstances leading to hasty decisions and one bad choice after the next.[Set Post S1]

↝ SOFT & SWEET (5k+ words) — Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Based around Work Song by Hozier. A comfort fic with lots of angst and fluffy goodness. Content Warnings: mentions of violence/blood/fighting (nothing graphic), joel being in a state of shock, sex for comfort/coping, no heavy sex warning it’s just v intimate, psuedo love confessions bc joel is bad with words

↝ MEET ME IN THE WOODS (50k words) | (Finished Series) — Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Taking a much needed vacation for the holiday, you aren't aware your cabin has been double-booked until you're face to face with the other guest the night you arrive, left with a big decision to make and the possibility of a month with a man you know nothing about. But, through communication and isolation, you learn that you and him might not be that different after all. Consumed by your shared loneliness, you find company in the unlikeliest of place—a stranger named Joel, in the middle of the woods. [No Outbreak] (6 chapters)

↝ MET THE DEVIL LAST NIGHT (6k words) — (AU) Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: 18+ Demon!Joel, Virgin!Reader, this was little plot and mostly smut lol.

↝ THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR RIDING (3k words) — Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel doesn't like gifts, you gift him new boots.

↝ HANDSOME, DIRTY, RICH (12k words) — BFD!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: The rich father of your bestfriend, Sarah — Joel Miller, was a mystery to you until one day he isn't and you quickly find that your interest in him isn't one-sided. ↝ RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW (2.7k words) Summary: joel is celebrating your one year anniversary with a few surprises.

↝ MILLER'S GIRL (24k+ words) | (Finished Series) — (AU) Professor!Joel Miller

Summary: A sudden infatuation with your professor yields strange, unnerving results and Joel Miller, in his first semester at a new job finds himself in an unlikely position with a student that hides their intentions behind innocence.

↝ MOONLIGHT (8k words) — No Outbreak!Joel Miller

Summary: a series of nights spent with a neighbor you find an unlikely connection with, sharing a similar interest to pass the time, it forms into something much more intense and suddenly, neither of you can deny it anymore.

↝ STICKY SWEET (3.2k words) — dbf!Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You're stranded, you need help—of course, Joel Miller is your savior.

↝ DIRTY LAUNDRY (5.6k words) — Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You've got an issue and joel's willing to solve it. After all, what are neighbors for?

↝ ANYWHERE BUT HERE (1.8k words) — Joel Miller x reader

Summary: A poor damsel in distress, saved by the most unlikely of man.

↝ ABSOLUTION (Ongoing Series, last updated 7/18) — Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Moving in with your soon-to-be stepfather under the roof of his brother, Joel, ends up being a turning point of change in your life.

REMORSE FOR REMEDY (Ongoing Series, last updated 8/21) — Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Alone, the Miller's brothers seem like your only hope. The outbreak is still fresh, weeks after the fall and all that matters is survival and the unlikely comfort that comes along with a man who wants nothing to do with you.

BONUS (+ other characters):

TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE (9k words) — Tommy x Reader x Joel

Summary: Both the Miller brothers have a thing for you and you have a thing for them. They give you an ultimatum and you don’t like that. So, instead of one, you choose both.

UPDATED: 8/23/2024

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𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, slightly suggestive groping (thigh) with toji and mention of his dick being half hard - nothing happens, plenty of gentle kisses, all of them are soft for you why wouldn't they be look at yourself, establish relationship

8k fluff celebration!

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Turning your head, muffling your yawn in Kento's chest covered by the softest sweater. "Mm stealing this sweater when you're done with it. You'll get it back when it no longer smells like you." Kento shuts off the TV, setting the remote underneath the side table lamp behind his head.

"How is this? I'll carry you to bed and you can sleep in my sweater. You need to get some good sleep." Yawning in response, tears blurring your eyes. Your jaw aching from how wide your mouth stretches from the sheer force of the yawn.

Slipping the blanket off of you, laying it over the back of the sofa. Kento sits up, wrapping an arm around your waist. Supporting you with a large hand on your ass. "Please, thank you Ken." Looping an arm around his broad shoulders, slipping your fingers into the nape of his sandy blonde hair.

Kento kisses the top of your head. "I love you so much beautiful, thank you for making this place a home. Can't think of going to bed without you by my side." Kissing the side of your head, hugging you tightly.

"I love you too handsome. It wouldn't be a home without you. The scent of your bread, the scent of your cologne lingering in the bathroom." Closing your eyes unable to keep them open anymore. Using all your energy to express, "Your coffee cups, books, house plants, and sweaters, everything. I love you."

Kento holds you with one arm, pulling the covers back. Leaning down, laying you down with care. "I'm deeply in love with you, and I fall again every day and night. With every smile, laugh, hug and kiss." He slips his sweater off, setting it on the edge of the bed next to you.

Slipping his arm underneath your waist and lifting your chest up. You hold your arms up for him to slip his sweater onto you. Before you lay down, Kento covers you in the soft blanket. Lovingly kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips, tucking the blanket in along one side.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Turning off the tv. "You're adorable falling asleep on me, am I comfortable?" Kissing his neck, he softly sighs, tilting his head to the side. Slowly trailing lazy kisses up his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Sliding your fingers through his hair. "The coziest." Gliding his large hand down your back cupping your ass. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Keeping the blanket from slipping when he slowly stands up.

Gently urging you to, "Never let me go, let's cuddle till we have to get out of bed for food. Then you can hug me from behind when I make us some breakfast." Flicking off the living room light. The moonlight coming the patio's glass doors lighting Suguru's way towards the hallway.

You mumble, "Will you feed it to me?" Suguru chuckles, his chest rumbling. Wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you. You're too tired to reciprocate with more than a squeeze of your legs around his waist soaking in Suguru's love.

"Yes my queen can have whatever she wants. You can sit in my lap when I do." Climbing onto the bed, kneeling, sliding the curtain behind the bed's headboard shut. Slipping the throw blanket off of you, setting it balled up on the side table.

Laying down with you on his chest, you barely unwrap your legs, straddling his hips. Deciding Suguru's thick pecs are the perfect pillow. The steady beating of his heart is comforting. Pulling the blanket up over his and yours's body, arranging the pillow underneath his head.

Sliding his hand from your cheeks to your soft thigh. Resting his other hand on your back. "I want to wake up with you sleeping on me like this. You're adorable clinging to me." Kissing the top of your head. "I hope I dream of you. To see your beautiful face eyes closed or open is my personal heaven."

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Flicking on the lamp on the side table near your head. Wrinkling your nose, your lips twisting in disgust at the light piercing through your sleep. "Aw you fell asleep waitin' on me how cute. I tuck ya up in bed, have a few, and then I"ll come lay down." Smiling at Toji's deep voice, taking a moment to process at he said.

Peeling the covers back, his eyes widen. "Fuck I should've gotten here sooner." Squeezing your thigh gripped by the garter belt. "Not only do I get to come home to you, but you look cozy and sexy. My shirt looks surprisingly good with these garters." Lifting you off the soft, holding you to his chest.

Kissing your forehead. "I bet that's 'cause you're the one wearin' 'em." Wrapping your arm around his neck, pressing your face into his hard pec. Softly biting. "'s that for being late. "m sorry like make it up to ya tonight. Won't let you go once; I'll be your big teddy bear." Smiling at Toji, you've missed the comfort of his arms.

Setting you down in bed, flicking on the lamp. "Mm teddy bear, missed you, your meanie being late by six hours. Worried." Toji turns around facing the pile of clothes in the hamper.

Struggle to keep your eyes open, for the sake of watching him peel his tight black shirt off. His thick arms flex, the muscles in his back tensing. Slipping his sweats off, turning around his cock half hard. "Sweetheart I'll always come back to ya, gotta put some more trust in me. Love ya too much doll."

He climbs into bed, pushing his baggy shirt up. "Love ya too teddy bear." Gently taking the garter belt off. Trailing kiss along the inside of your thigh. Throwing them onto the floor.

You slide your fingers through Toji's dark hair. He lifts its head, admiring you in his shirt before flicking off the light. Leaning down kissing your forehead, softly squeezing your hip, pressing his hard body to yours. His weight presses you into the bed momentarily. Rolling onto his back, pulling you into his side.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re defeated, unable to open your eyes. The coziness of your head in his lap, his long fingers gently undoing your curls into a poofy mess. The tv has become a distance hum, the words becoming unintelligible.

Lightly poking your cheek. Smiling down at you admiring your beautiful face. He glances down at your lips. “You're such a sleepy princess!" Leaning down for a gentle, loving kiss. Which partly misses your lips from the angle he's at.

Using all your energy to smile up at him, your eyelids glued shut. "I can take your clothes off, and hold you close so I feel your warm soft body next to mine.” He lifts your head up, gently lying it down on the sofa. Standing up and scooping you up into his arms, holding you to his bare chest.

Satoru croons "You're definitely tired if you're not taking the chance to thank your heroic wonderful boyfriend in kisses when I'm saving you from walking." Slowly turning your head towards his chest and lazily puckering up your lips.

"Mwaaaa!" A yawn stretches out your kissing sound effect. Followed by an exaggerated one from Satoru. "Mwa." Your second one is barely audible.

"Aw beautiful you're making me sleepy too." There is a soft thud from his foot nudging the bedroom door open wider. "I need to show you how to properly cover someone in kisses before I go to bed. So you'll have to stay awake a few minutes longer." Laying you down on your side of the bed.

Climbing on top, straddling your hips, cupping your face. His palm is warm, and the gentle, slow swipes of his thumb are soothing. "Let me see your pretty eyes one more time so I can see them in my dreams." Opening one eye, then another.

Satoru chuckles, "What a beautiful frog my love is! I'd love you if you were a worm. But would you love me if you were a worm, and I was a bird?" When you don't respond within seconds. He cries, "You hate me!" Slipping your fingers into his snow-white hair, and pulling him in for a sleepy, gentle kiss.

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