#Upcoming Fic

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

SHOTO'S FIRST KISS PART 7 HAS BEEN SCHEDULED MY LOVES!!!!

Drop Date: Friday!! 11/29 7pm EST

There's plenty of time to get up to date on the series before then! Here are all the parts so far!

Shoto's First Kiss Series:

Part 1: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋

Part 2: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 2

Part 3: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 3

Part 4: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 4

Part 5: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 5

Part 6: Shoto Todoroki x Reader | First Kiss ❄️🔥💋 PART 6

Part 7: DROPPING FRIDAY 11/29/24

Related Post: Shoto's First Kiss Timeline Brainstorm

My Master List

Excited to share the next part of drama, romance and adventure with you all!!

XOXO,

RedRiotUnbreakableHeart ❤️

[kyph3r]

NICE FOR WHAT?

jungkook x fem!reader ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

in which... you want jungkook to be rougher with you in the bedroom but he declines, so you take matters into your own hands >,<

warnings: porn with mini plot, making out, grinding, edging, reader is very bratty, face fucking, doggy style, mating press, squirting, no condom (more to be added)

COMING SOON!

[hyunjinspark]

let’s stop running from love | hyunjin sm au | announcement ♡

synopsis:

as the head of the cheerleading squad, you’ve worked hard to get to the top of the pyramid. with the upcoming football season, you’re still winding down from your well-deserved vacation.

college football gets intense, and there’s only a few rules you can’t break, like befriending the rival team. especially not when they have a new appointed captain, hwang hyunjin.

so it may be a problem that he looks a lot like the boy you hooked up with all summer at the beach resort in cancun…

pairing: footballer! hyunjin x cheerleader! reader

fic type. social media au + written parts

genre: rivals to lovers, vacation romance, university au, smut, fluff, angst, mutual pining but they’d never admit it, no strings attached, slowburn, mature content. he’s a quarterback, she’s a cheerleader 📣

status: coming this year.

[urhoneycombwitch]

roommate!Eddie fic in which he gets a drunk call from you and picks you up and you feel some type of way about it fic is coming along

[bloodibambiidoll]

This is what I’m currently cooking, a request for my angel @babygorewhore hehehe it’ll be out later this week!! ᯓᡣ𐭩

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

In Ray & Frog, Rayman and Bullfrog wear a few different outfits! I drew them out for reference purposes for my screenshot edits and for ease of imagining for my readers!

You can try to parse out whatever spoilers you please from these images, or just take them as silly things I drew. The choice is yours <3 I hope you enjoy their cute little looks!

Transparent versions under the cut

[desperate-gay]

little snip for upcoming alexia fic

“Mami! Mama! Wake up!” Your daughter Maria shouts before jumping on top of both of you, causing you two to jolt up and groan from your previously tangled limbs.

“What did I tell you about doing that, chiquita?” Your wife scolds, sitting upright to wake up, while your daughter frowns at the stern tone.

“Lo siento.” She apologizes, still holding a sad look on her face, before Alexia pulls her in and places multiple pecks all over her face, making the girl giggle. “Mama, save me!” You immediately hook your hands underneath her armpits, lifting her up and shielding her in your arms. Your wife begins to teasingly stalk towards the girl in your embrace and sneak her hand onto her leg, grabbing ahold of it. Maria screams at the feeling of Alexia nibbling at her flesh, acting as if she’s a monster chasing her prey.

The three of you all very awake, stop for a minute to breathe from the playful banter. Your daughter sits on your lap, calming her laughter from all the tickling.

“Are you excited to sleep at abuelas tonight?” Your tone exaggerated to get the little girl more excited.

“Si!”

“Si? Ah, muy bien!” You pull Maria into a big hug while Alexia smiles at the interaction. Nothing makes her swoon more than seeing her wife and daughter speak in her native tongue. “Why don’t you go play downstairs while mami and I get ready, and when we get down there, we’ll make the best breakfast ever!”

“How will it be the best?” Maria pulls back, giving you a questioning look.

“Well, I’ll make some pancakes, and then I’ll force mami to make her famous tortilla espanola.”

“Yay! Thank you, mama!”

“Of course, now go play while you wait. Mami and I gotta get dressed.” You pat her butt, encouraging her to move faster.

Once your daughter is out of the room, Alexia moves on top of you and pins you down. She nuzzles her face in your neck and starts to suck and nip at your warm skin, but as much as you love the sensation, you groan and push her back a little bit, knowing if you allow her to keep going, you’ll never leave the bed.

“Ale, no hickeys! I don’t want to be questioned by your mother when she picks up Ria.” Your protest comes out as a whine as she continues making marks all down your neck, ignoring your light pushes.

“Cover them up then. I can’t help myself. I love it when you call me mami.” She purrs and sucks at one last spot before pulling away to see you all flustered and red. Eventually, you lean up, making the Catalan above you smirk, thinking you’ll give in to her seduction.

Instead, you hover right over her lips and whisper, “Be careful, baby, or you won’t get your gift tonight.” With that, you peck her lips and quickly slide out from beneath her to head into your closet. Her face looks as vulnerable and confused as a kicked puppy after your rushed admission.

“Gift? What gift? Amor!”

[ronearoundblindly]

Sneak Peek 💜💚💜

frat boy! Ari Levinson x college student!Reader

At a party with your boyfriend when things aren't going well between you, your old classmate--the notorious jock and man-whore, Ari--catches you in a weak moment...

Warnings for drinking/partying but not much else in this bit. (That might be a terrible summary for this excerpt but I made there too much going on to explain succinctly. My bad.) WC 720

The compulsion to be kind and quiet continues as you follow him out, tucking your hands under your arms so Billy won’t try to hold your hand, but it doesn’t matter. He walks ahead of you a few feet to keep up with his friends on the walk down the road to the Kappa house.

The two-story, plantation-style home is packed to the gills, making it hard to maneuver farther in than the front door, and of course, the first person you recognize is a brother of the fraternity living there.

Ari Levinson stands halfway up the staircase overlooking the crowd like a king surveying his domain, hair grown long and a beard worthy of his fifth-year undergrad status. He’s wearing a button-up linen shirt as if he just walked in from the beach, perpetually sun-kissed skin glowing, the carefree blue fabric matching his eyes.

Asshole.

He probably showed up to his own damn house, cocked his head, and smirked.

“Y’all having a party?” he probably asked, chill as fuck.

Idiot…probably. You don’t know what happened to him after Women’s Studies two years ago, but you can’t imagine he got better. Nothing changes.

His queen-for-the-day leans into his ear, her top half covered only by a red bandana and not much below that hidden by a miniskirt.

What sluts. Both of them. They deserve each other.

He’s so sexy though.

His smile is bright while he doesn’t spill the contents of his red Solo cup on anyone below him on the stairs. Seems his drunk coordination has improved since your freshman year at the very least.

“Babe,” you hear yelled close to your ear, “take it!”

Billy shoves one of two cups he’s carrying into your hands and shouts for you to follow him. He wants to play beer pong in one of back rooms downstairs with no room to stand and watch. There are no chairs, but Billy asks if want to play with him. In no reality would he think you’d answer ‘yes’ in this chaos, but then again, he hasn’t noticed you won’t take a sip of the drink you didn’t see poured either.

You yell back that you’re going to find a seat somewhere. Billy gets pulled off for the next partnered game.

The only open spot that isn’t a squeeze beside couples going at it in public is a bench underneath the cutout of the staircase. You took a detour to dump your cup in crowded kitchen’s sink and sit alone for a while, people-watching, wondering vaguely about the king and queen above you on the steps.

Parties…are not all that fun when you don’t feel safe.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a light blue linen shirt invades your view.

“Thirsty?” Ari asks casually, offering the only cup he carries.

You wave it off with a ‘no, thank you’ even though that should be sketchier than your boyfriend getting you a drink.

Ari takes a huge gulp and shuffles his broad body onto the too-short edge of the bench beside you. He seems careful not to touch you or invade your space, the barest graze of a short-sleeve cuff brushing the skin of your upper arm.

Again, Ari tilts the cup toward you. “Jack and coke,” he shrugs, lifting his eyebrows, “mostly coke though. I’ve been here a while. You’re basically late.”

He wouldn’t drug himself with anything, you imagine, and worst case, Ari’s already much drunker than you.

You pluck the half-full Solo from his hand and take a small sip. He’s right about one thing; you can’t smell or taste any alcohol.

Ari smiles softly.

“Where’s what’s-his-face?” He scans the hall. “Probably getting you something better, huh?”

You can’t help but frown and sigh as Ari takes another swig of soda, his pink lips nearly hidden beneath the hair of his beard, but you remember they are quite plump.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” you throw back, and keep your guess silent. Perhaps knuckle deep in the toilet?

Ari contemplates for a moment. “Flying with the pigs,” he settles on.

“What?”

He repeats himself, and then, seeing your confusion, he leans closer to clarify, “she doesn’t exist. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Poor bandana girl. That’s a little harsh to be fobbed off so soon.

“So—”Ari elbows you gently “—how you been, smartie-pants?”

A/N: I cannot express to you the sheer amount of internal screaming I have done while writing this. He's...he's too...uhhhh my gawdddddd. He's too beautiful.

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[dangraccoon]

My phone calling out Kenobi lmao

[lilacs-stars]

Morgie x reader, where Chloe, Red, travel time with the reader, and she catches Morgie's attention but when Morgie proposes to her, she rejects him and because she is from the future, so when Red, Chloe and reader return to the future, Morgie does everything possible to be able to go with them and thus be with her beloved thus knowing what it means for the future

hey there anon!

this request is actually so creative, it will be such a fun one to write! it'll also be really fun to leave on a cliffhanger hehe

one thing: since they're high school students, I think a marriage proposal would be a bit extreme and kinda questionable, so I'm going to plan on having morgie ask reader to be his girlfriend.

also, if it's fine with you, I'd like to make the events that happen when red, chloe, and reader go back in time to be a bit different from the movie (still generally the same, just a few tweaks in the scenes and stuff), since I feel like just copying off the movie might get a bit repetitive and boring. but lmk if you'd like me to write it directly off of the movie scenes, I'm totally fine with that as well!

I will mention that I do have a bunch of reqs to write so it'll take me some time to get to this one, but don't worry, I will eventually! thanks for the ask :))

[queen-of-boops]

NEW FIC ALERT

Like many of us, I really enjoyed playing the THTH game and couldn't help imagining how some LITG characters would react if they were in the same position.

Fic will be posted bi-weekly (for now!) on Fridays, starting April 19th, 2024. Keep an eye out for information about the starting lineup throughout the week!

[chaotic-snowflake]

the nuances of entry.

if you want to be added to my taglist for this fic, drop a comment!!

taglist: @starry-voidss @thanco @arjsnake @moku-baby @st4rrl1ghtwastaken

[bellaxgiornata]

Over 2.5k words written for the first part titled "Snowed In" for The Devil at Your Window already and I'm not done! This is the most I've written in a single day in so goddamn long! So I figured I would tease a bit more for this fic since there is such an interest. Below is a tentative summary of the short one shot collection. This'll be a Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader fic as I usually write, told in the same way FFTD is–through installments. Currently thinking there'll be fluff, flirting, pining, sexual tension, slight angst at some point, eventual smut and obviously an identity reveal. Oh, and LOTS of black suit Matty.

In the middle of a New York City blizzard, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen accidentally lands himself on your fire escape–quite literally. When he accepts your invitation to warm up inside your apartment, you're surprised at how well the conversation flows all night with the curious and attractive masked vigilante. He's intriguing, though what you find even more intriguing is his unexpected returns to your window after that night–and his flirting. But when it seems like you're not the only one beginning to develop real feelings, he pulls back and you're left wondering two things: Why did he disappear and who really is the mysterious Devil that you've inevitably fallen for?

[yoursdeadlynightshade]

Hi,

So this is a little quote from an upcoming Jegulus fic I'm currently writing on.

Non spoilers for now, though I could assure you it would keep you on toes.

Besides, a love between immortals and mortals never end well. Isn't it?

[urhoneycombwitch]

you oughta know: part I

Spring Break

series masterlist

foreword: since Eddie Munson is our collective Ken doll to dress up as we please I present to you my new and improved: dirtbag!college!Eddie. now with 50% more tattoos and a splash of 90s grunge college academia aesthetic.

cw: drinking, intoxication, R has breasts, R and Eddie are slut4slut in this

___

The bass on this houseparty’s stereo pumps through the floorboards, rattling every wall of the building. Hiding out in the less-stimulating kitchen seems like a good option for tonight.

Apparently, this other guy thinks so, too, ‘cuz soon it’s just you and him across the counter from another. He’s handsome, actually. Moonlight from a window above the sink highlights strong cheekbones and a sharp cupid’s bow as he helps himself to a glass from the cupboard.

Slinking out from elbow-rolled shirtsleeves are thick, dark vine tattoos; they wind around his forearms, smattered with hair and freckles, the ink trailing to end at his wrists.

You lean forward onto the counter separating you two (well aware that you’re spilling out of your top), then tip the neck of your beer bottle at him- “Eddie?”

He spins to face you, raises a pretty brow, long lashes sweeping over auburn eyes- “Uh- maybe? Who wants to know, dollface.”

A scrunch of distaste with your nose at the nickname, you barrel through the discomfort- “Oh, I thought it might be you. I’m Robin’s roommate. She said her weed guy had cool tattoos.”

The guy’s face lights up with a lopsided smile, dimples peeking out as he preens, “So you think they’re cool?”

You roll your eyes, take an unamused sip of beer, press a bit further into your hands on the counter. A little thrill at your small victory- his eyes flicking down once, twice, to your cleavage- you ride the alcohol-gifted looseness and adrenaline. “Psst. Hey. My eyes are up here, perv.”

It’s a tease. A goad masked as chiding. Eddie sets his glass of water down, doe eyes fixed on yours, not falling for the trap of your quick inhale- “You seriously sayin’ that to me, when you’re the one with your tits out?”

He tsks, walks those big boots over, leanin’ in to your counter space, close enough to smell the spice of his cologne- “Would almost think you like the attention.”

You swallow hard. Hold your ground, looking up at him through your lashes, bust still on display- “Yeah, and you’d probably like to be the one to give it to me. In your dreams, pal.”

It’s getting harder to play hard-to-get as Eddie bumps his hip against yours. The whites of his eyes are slightly bloodshot (you can smell the heady undercurrent of weed wafting from his clothes), while the black of his pupils are already blown out with feverish lust. “C’mon, have a heart, angel. Can’t fault a boy for dreamin’.”

And goddammit if you don’t melt for that line. (He really is a rather great lyricist, as you’ll come to find out this upcoming semester.)

In retrospect, you’ll never admit it, but you did make the first move- pressed him right up against Linda Satler’s kitchen counter and kissed him, with tongue. Robin walked in on the two of you and got in a full shriek before either of you realized someone else had come in, jumping apart like two children caught arms-deep in a cookie jar.

“God, gross,” she gags, louder than the wave of sound flooding in from the open door. She crosses the room in a few swift strides and plucks at your elbow, a reproachful whisper- “I sent you to get weed, not to make out with the dealer!”

“I am getting weed, Robin,” you insist, patient but firm, pulling from her grasp to turn back to Eddie, teeth worrying at your bottom lip that shimmers with mixed saliva as you ask, sweet and simply- “Can I please have some weed?”

It wasn’t actually your plan to butter Eddie up for a better price (another fact you’d remain stoically opposed to, later), but he gave it to you, all the same- a laughably low amount for a bundle of pre-rolls.

Robin’s eyes bug out at the amount he hands it over- then she smoothly pockets the goods and pats you on the shoulder. “Okay. My mistake. I actually love that you’re both getting acquainted in this manner. You have my blessing to do it a bunch more, just- not when I’m in the room. M’kay?”

She grins cheekily at Eddie before looping her arm in yours, pulling you with her towards the door- you call out before it closes behind you both, “Robin’s number is our landline! You can call me there, if you want!”

Eddie stands still for a few moments after you’re swallowed up by the noise of the party, palm flat to the twinge in his chest. Cupid’s arrow, he can feel it sinking in.

He’s an RA, this semester. Really can’t afford to be seeing cute girls and selling them weed- at least, not at the same time. Gotta straighten up a bit over Spring Break, he thinks.

Then he cracks the window open. Lights up a joint. Smokes out into the fresh night air and tries really hard to think of anything other than your tits. (A game of mostly losses.)

[bloodibambiidoll]

Collab with @babygorewhore coming Friday 3/8!!