#aka the thot fic

[goxjo]

Now that I’m feeling a little better, I have so many bookmarked fics to catch up on !!!!

[almostempty]

he knows (lucien x f!reader)

(lucien x f!reader) | wc: 3.2k | other fics | pic from here

UH HEY! I’m just gonna drop this here and scurry away to finish the other lucien one shot that i also started today, ….and then i’ll return to finishing divorced dad rock joel, and responding to all of the lovely people on here–but, like, i really just need this guy in the most emotionally unavailable and fuckable way, i hope one of y'all gets me

tags/warnings/thots: 18+/explicit, smut, toxic ex/fuckboy lucien, sex instead of communicating or processing emotions, angst but we fuckin’ and that’s the whole plot, we hit raw in my fics bc of my imaginary latex aversion or something, crying, biting, dom lucien vibes (? i never know when that’s the right tag), big dash of pls sexy man fuck the feelings away, tell me if there’s something i should add  

– no editing, no thinking, wrote this in a fever dream while staring at one of the new gifs all afternoon, idk his character! I haven’t watched anything! i just saw the chains and the face and let the horny devil in charge of my sole brain cell take the lead, aka he's my barbie, i was trying to challenge myself to just do something short like 1k- but, uhhhh it’s only 3! 

seeking feedback though (as always) so i can improve!! tell me all ur thots pls! 

“I know,” Lucien argues, “but I never meant to hurt you.” 

“I don’t care anymore.” You speak plainly. Small and quiet. Without conviction. Apathetic. Honest. 

“Anymore?” 

“Baby, please.” He looks at you with those stupid round eyes. He’s effortlessly put together like the wrinkles in his silk shirt were approved by a team of stylists to give him a hint of carelessness. Your incessant attraction to an emotionally unavailable man, it pulls you toward him like a bitter fate. Your therapist, Angie, says you need to learn how to find healthy attachment attractive, but if you shudder with disgust at the thought then what’s the point? 

“Just listen to me,” he continues, talking in circles. Apologizing without taking accountability. Explaining away everything. His behaviors, words, decisions. Apparently, he floats through life at the whim of others. Like one of those ugly deep sea creatures, he tempts you like a glowing lure in the dark. Your eyes glaze over, everything shifting out of focus as you dissociate in your living room. No matter how numb you are, he calls to you. 

You aren’t listening to the words. They don’t matter. It doesn’t matter if his tone is sincere or if it’s thick with flattery and empty promises. It’s more basic than that. Simple. The timbre of his voice. Unique to him. Imprinted in the chambers of your heart. A sharp ache spears through you, and something cracks. A fat, hot, tear escapes. With your shoulders drooping, staring at the ground, the tear falls, splashing on the floor. 

When you look up, meeting his eyes, it’s over. Lucien pulls you close, wrapping his heavy arms around your frame, bracing for the crescendo, keeping you steady. Tears stream endlessly, flooding down your cheeks, sticking to your face and his neck as you bury your face into his warm skin. He’s still trying to placate you, speaking nonsense, thinking he can comfort you. Thinking he knows why you’re upset. Thinking he understands you. 

When your therapist asked you to define love you had described it as being understood. Being seen. Being known. Being considered and prioritized. 

Lucien thinks he knows you. Thinks he understands you. Does he think he loves you? 

Following this line of thought hurts. Splitting you open, a raw beating heart, glistening, thumping, full of life, or a meal fresh and hot for a carnivore to tear into with its sharp fangs. Plump muscle, rich and dark, bleeding out, helpless. Snapping back into reality you shake, a violent sob racking your diaphragm as the pads of his fingers massage the back of your neck. Soothing. Coaxing. 

You want it sharper. Rough. Violent. Distracting. Painful. Anything. With wet lashes, swollen eyes, and ragged breath you become fixated. Licking the salty tears from the dip where his neck meets his shoulder, you can feel his muscles and tendons beneath the flesh. So human and alive. He strokes his hand down your spine, attempting to pacify you, but it sparks something lurid and ravenous, instead. 

You graze your teeth along his neck. “What are you doing?” he mutters the question over the top of your head. Maybe he does know you. “What do you need?” He growls, lowly, the hand he traces your spine with trails lower this time. He’s gluttonous and torrid. A hair-trigger to shift from his concern for your pain and the hole in your heart to a sordid desire to mollify you with his fingers and his cock. 

Maybe it’s a perversion, the tangled experience of despair and desire, the duet of anger and arousal, the sick escape using sex to skip over the emotional suffering. But it’s exactly what you want. It’s the root of the fucked up toxicity. Of everything wrong between you. He does know. He does understand. The same heat that flickers in your core sparks in his. 

Voracious and brash. You bite down, sinking your teeth into his neck, igniting a wildfire. An untamable beast. Again and again and again. Biting, sucking, kissing. His skin tender and raw, your lips wet and swollen. You run a hand along the back of his neck, tugging into his hair, anchoring your grip, and pulling a husky groan from his throat. 

“What do you need?” Lucien repeats, this time with a sharper edge. He detaches you from the safety of the crook of his neck. His two hands. Unnecessarily large, warm, and steady brace either side of your jaw, his fingers wrapping behind your neck. He holds you in front of his face. Vulnerable. Messy. Heat radiates from your cheeks. You release a shaky breath. 

“Don’t make me say it.” It’s a whisper. Pleading and demanding at the same time. 

The cocky smirk that spreads on his face is sickening. It makes you want to slap him, to hear the crack of your palm against his cheek. It makes you want to surrender. Soft and pliable, ready to please and earn praise. It makes you want to scream. To bite him so hard you draw blood. To fuck him until he can’t talk. 

You tell him all of it. Exactly what you need, what you want, what you refuse to say. You tell him all through your kiss. The hunger in your lips as you press them to his, the violence on your tongue, the desperate and vulnerable need to be cared for in the soft moans that rise from your chest, from your heart, from the blood in your veins. He chases all of it. The punishment and pleasure. 

He backs you into the kitchen, caging you against the counter like a scene from a movie. Impervious to whatever protest you make as he clears space, blindly sweeping his arm over the counter before lifting you onto it. The edge of the counter digs into your soft thighs, but it doesn’t matter. You’re ready to drown in the vanilla musk and bourbon-spiced scent of him. The bass in his voice that makes your eyes fall shut and your head tip back against the cupboard behind you. The bruising pressure of his grip that he knows you crave. 

“Baby,” he croons. His words are soft and gentle. As if he propped you on the counter to tend to your wounds. But his hands show no mercy. Roughly ridding you of your clothes. Dropping them into a pile on the floor. He’s ruthless with you. In ways you can’t be with yourself. In ways other lovers could never master. Harsh without being cruel. Deliberate without a plan. 

He lets you tug his shirt over his head. Skin to skin the intensity is primal. “Fuck,” is all you can manage to say. The heat is overwhelming, prickling your nerves and sharpening every sensation. Lucien toys with you like it’s his favorite game. Alternating. 

First, palming reverently at the flesh, sweeping his tongue over your hard nipples, and teasing the wet skin with his hot breath. 

You let him make the decisions. Take the lead. You’re done arguing, done thinking, done with the guilt of letting him in the door, done with acting like you’re any better than him. You brace yourself, one palm flat on the counter, the other resting on his shoulder. Taking whatever he gives. 

He switches up. Everything becomes pointed and precise. He sucks marks into your skin on the underside of your breasts. He pinches and flicks the pert bud of your straining nipples. The contact of his fingers, tongue, and teeth sends white-hot jolts of electricity straight to your cunt. He bites down hard enough to make you choke on a moan. Your whine fills the room, twisted with pain and pleasure. 

“You poor thing,” he purrs. Your face is still wet from your tears. But now they’re tears of frustration. “Just a mess.” You reach for his belt, impatient, but he stops you. He’s not done looking. He lifts one of your legs, propping your foot onto the counter and posing you obscenely in front of him. His gaze makes your pussy throb.

He’s torn. 

Studying your face. Everything unsaid in your eyes. The anguish and rage. The acerbic disdain. The nearly imperceptible longing. 

Admiring your sex, spread open for him. Shining with your arousal. Swollen, slick lips so sensitive for him. Your core, fluttering with anticipation, achingly empty without him. 

He holds your chin between his thumb and curled forefinger. His eyes swirl with lust and something you can’t quite place. “You have no idea,” he rasps. “No idea how much it fucking kills me to see you like this. And knowing I’m the reason why.” 

You don’t know if he means it breaks his heart to see the way you suffer or if he means the sight of you dripping on the counter has him so hard it hurts. You don’t know which you’d believe anyway. He’s not hard up to find someone else to torment or to fuck. That thought makes your throat dry. 

“I can’t stay away from you,” he traces his fingers down your soft inner thigh, closer and closer to where you need him. “How could I?” You tip your head to the side, your limbs and head feel heavy, drunk on a cocktail of everything you love and hate about him all at once. 

“Then don’t.” 

Your reply makes him smile again. He’s so handsome when he smiles it’s infuriating. “You could scream at me, kick me out, hate me–but you still let me touch you, you need me to touch you. Why do I love that so much?” 

“You like feeling important.” You let your snarky comment out without thinking. His question was definitely rhetorical. A few emotions flicker across his face before, a dark little smirk curls the corner of his mouth. 

He feeds off of your challenge. “There she is.” 

“I never left,” you snap, frustration spilling over. He laughs, loose and easy. 

“Listen to me,” Lucien says, low and velvety. Subduing you with the tension and proximity. “I know. You want me to use you. Like you’re my toy. Until you can’t keep those beautiful eyes open.”

“Yes.” 

“I know.” He echoes. Then he closes the gap, kissing you with affection. Holding himself back, but you aren’t reserved. You’re greedy; you want it harder. He just said he’d ruin you, why is he being so gentle? He pulls back with something sincere in his eyes. A whimper falls from your lips, pouty and baffled. 

“Gonna fuck you like I’m trying to ruin you, baby.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. Sometime soon, hopefully? You don’t snap again, answering with another yes. 

He leans in, breath fanning hot over your ear. “But, we both know that tonight you’re the one using me. Ruining me. I’m your toy.” 

Your breath hitches at that. You mouth I know in response, not even able to whisper it. He doesn’t need to hear you say it. He nips your ear lobe and you loose a surprised cry before gasping out his name. 

He’s swift now. Purposeful. Undoing his belt, shoving his pants down and revealing his cock. Reflexively your hips tense and shift. Just looking makes you salivate. He runs his thumb over the bead of precome, drawing it along his length. 

He knows how you want it. His fingers can coax you to an orgasm in no time, but you don’t want that. You want the resistance, the stretch, the dull ache, and intensity as your muscles work to let him in deeper. Nobody makes you feel the way he does. Full. Complete. Mindless. 

It could be pornographic, vulgar, raunchy. The way he pushes your inner thigh further open with one hand while he uses the other to languidly stroke himself. The way he grips himself so tightly like he’s punishing himself. The way his jaw hangs slack and he mutters under his breath about how badly you need him. 

To you, however, it’s a profound admission. A candid confession. The more he goads you the more it solidifies that he’s the one that needs you. That it flows so easily from him because he’s really talking about himself. 

“You say you don’t care anymore, but look at you now, baby.” He shifts closer, at counter height you’re aligned perfectly. He glides the head of his cock up and down the folds of your soaked cunt. You shudder and moan, mesmerized by the sight. 

“It’s almost sad how much you need me, like you can’t breathe without this,” he keeps talking. 

He demands that you watch, as if there was a chance you could stop, as he lines up and sinks into you. You groan in unison. You’re so tight, he draws back out. Repeating the same motion, feeding his cock into you deeper and deeper each time. Your hot, plush walls pulse around him, adjusting. When he finally meets the end of you, he hums, pleased. “You feel that?” 

You bob your head, nodding, agreeing. “Yes.” Your voice is breathy. “Perfect.” You grind against him as if you could take him any deeper, begging him to move with your needy display. It’s wholly overwhelming as is, every nerve within you alight as his cock kicks within you, tensing with the same craving to move. 

He takes your hand in his, nestling your fingers around him. Somehow he feels even larger than he looks, like he shouldn’t be able to fit inside of you, but here you are feeling it and seeing it for yourself. Slowly, Lucien tilts his hips, almost pulling out of you completely before plunging in with force. He keeps up the tantalizing pace, guiding you to touch yourself. He watches your fingers with rapt attention, bracing a hand on your hip to keep you in place as he drives into you with another snap of his hips that edges you closer. 

He gradually speeds up, a master at tempering his desire. Your hip flexor aches as you hold yourself in place but it doesn’t matter. You find your rhythm as he holds steady at a pace that has him landing brutal thrusts that force the words out of your lungs. Soft oh’s and fuck’s pour out of you, under your breath, adding fuel to the fire blazing between you. 

Lucien savors your chanting and the image of you fixed in place, taking him eagerly. Your fingers move with urgency, chasing the release that looms closer and closer. Your mind is blissfully blank, reduced to something animalistic, removed from the burden of your history. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

He doesn’t stop. He fucks you at the same pace, all the way through it. As you contract around him, when everything pulls taut and snaps within you, crying out his name, when it’s too sensitive and you whip your hand away, and as you shudder and breathe deeper and deeper. As the ache in your legs from being spread wide open returns and your ass feels numb where the edge of the counter digs into your flesh. Another tear spills from the corner of your eye, but you can’t say what it’s from anymore. 

When you fidget, he stops moving, letting you readjust. A sheen of sweat glistens all over your chest and you’re suddenly acutely aware of how loud the slick noises between you are. How easy it is to get lost in Lucien's hot and heavy magnetism. You know you were falling apart before he propped you up on the counter, but you’re sure you’re a complete wreck now. 

Lucien pulls out but then leans against you, pinning the length of his cock between you, hot, slick, and messy against your sweat-damp skin. He floods your senses, all you can see, hear, and smell. Caging you in his hand find a possessive hold on you, one wrapped around the back of your neck, one wrapped tight around your thigh as you hitch it around his hip. 

“You feel good?” he asks. You hum in agreement. You do feel good. You know he’s not done yet, and smile wide, still hungry for more. “How good?” he asks and you know there’s something coming next. 

“So good.” You trail a hand between you, drawing a line down his chest and back up to cradle his cheek in your palm. Something about the prickle of his facial hair along your palm feels so natural, domestic, and sweet. You’re tempted to kiss his cheek, nuzzle against his ear, and ask him to take you to bed. But you can’t. You’ll never have that. Instead, you bait him. “I think you’re holding back though, I know you can fuck me harder than that.” 

He scoffs, unamused, blowing a hot puff of air between you. His fingers dig deeper into your thigh, applying the kind of pressure that stirs arousal low in your belly. 

The dark glint in his eye gives you butterflies. “I will, Baby,” his rumbling voice is innately sensual, but the condescension in his tone makes you tingly. You’re so close to him that you can feel his heart beating in his chest, you can feel the same pulse thrumming in his cock, still flush against you as he slants his lower half along yours. He’s all things heavy and firm, strong and sculpted, yet fitting so naturally against you. You need more, wriggling and squirming against him, you can’t contain the restlessness. 

“You know,” he says slowly, drawing your eyes back to his. “You can keep trying to move on, but no one else will ever know you like this. No one else will ever ruin you the way I do. You can tell me you don’t care anymore, but you’ll never let anyone else in the way you let me. They won’t touch that part of you, the one that’s mine—because it’ll always be mine.” 

It trickles through you slowly until your blood feels like it’s boiling. They’re tears of anger now. It’s like a sick double entendre. 

“I know,” your words are steeped in every emotion cascading through you. 

You don’t know if it’s worse that he’s right. That there’s a Lucien-shaped mark imprinted on your heart that will never fade. Or if it’s worse that he doesn’t even know it applies to him just the same. That he always comes back because he’s trying to fill the same void. 

Maybe he does know. Maybe he does know and this is all he can do to make it up to you. 

Maybe that’s why he leads you to your bedroom and lives up to his word. 

Why he fucks you so hard you see stars. Why he doesn’t stop even after he comes deep inside of you with a possessive always gonna be mine. Why he litters your skin with more false promises and confessions. Why he gives you so many orgasms you lose track. 

Maybe that’s why he’s still there when the sun starts to peek through your window. Why he fucks you slowly when you’re too tender and exhausted to take him any harder until you’re floating in limbo between a dream and reality. Why he stays there, just cradling your back into his chest and listening to the rhythm of your breath. 

Maybe he does know. 

PLEASE COME YELL WITH ME ABOUT THIS FICTIONAL GUY BC I NEED HIM IN A SUPER NORMAL WAY or tell me if my writing was incoherent or if you can't relate to the toxic ex that is still the best fuck of your life (cruel and twisted fr)

dividers by @/cyberangel-graphics

tags for the babes that let me annoy them with my thots <3

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

IS THERE A VERSION OF JOEL MILLER I WOULDN'T FUCK?

[a case study in how thirsty i am for this man.] [aka fic recommendations]

Unfortunately, in my extensive research on this topic, I have found some pretty damning evidence against my sanity.

dad's best friend!joel miller x fem!reader

Your Summer Dream [masterlist] by @swiftispunk It is a scientific fact that if you place Joel Miller on a beach he becomes 100x hotter. I don't make the rules, I just report them.

Creep it Real! by @swiftispunk I am a puddle. I melted and I'm a shallow pathetic puddle. Cowboy and Angel. I just hnnnnnggggg. I need him to ruin me pls dear god.

*I'm realizing if i include all the DBF!JM i read this will get very long, very quickly, and i think i have revealed enough of myself on this blog to highlight my very obvious daddy issues

**speaking of daddy issues...

stepdad!joel miller x fem!reader

Don't Be Cute, Be Nasty by @cockslutpadalecki i'm pretty sure this was the first stepdad!joel miller anything i read and it awoke something in my soul. it's always fun to reach new levels of my daddy issues and BY GOD was this just 🫠

Bad Girl [part i of many] by @seventeenpins he walks in on her while she's watching stepdaddy porn and good lord it gets filthier and filthier in the best kind of way.

boyfriend's dad!joel miller x fem!reader

Lost in the Dark [masterlist] by @iamasaddie i expected to be a slut reading this but then it made me an emotional slut out of nowhere i am obsessed. there is nothing i love more than being drawn in by my thots only to be hit by an emotional bus out of nowhere.

Thigh's Out AU [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity not only is this a boyfriend's dad AU, but said boyfriend's dad is a hot and slutty. just like i like my dilfs.

father-in-law!joel miller x fem!reader

Pink [masterlist] by @netherfeildren holy fuck. that's all. just holy fuck. this altered my genetic makeup.

Help, I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter spoiler alert: he takes her wedding ring off before dicking her down and I-- 👀 send help.

***i didn't think i had a lot of significant other's father!joel miller in my repertoire, but i had to stop myself again from listing them all on this one otherwise we'd be here all day. shit, i'm learning things about myself 🤡

dark therapist!joel miller x fem!reader

Session 1 by @elvinaa i think this only highlights how badly i need an actual therapist (as does this entire list actually).

sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader

Meet Me in the Back (1) & The Night is Dark Enough ... (2) written by @atticrissfinch It does not bode well for me that this version of Joel Miller made me so fucking feral. In no way, shape, nor form should a sleazy gas station clerk make me feel this way AND YET HERE WE ARE.

tattoo artist!joel miller x fem!reader

Honeyed [masterlist] by @softlyspector This one absolutely hits too close to home for me, but that's probably why I'm so obsessed with it. My touch adverse yet touch starved ass ate this up and left no crumbs😌

chiro!joel miller x fem!reader

Say Yes to Heaven by @pascalisbaby i thought the medical side of my brain would cringe at the doctor/patient dynamic but as it turns out my depravity knows no bounds 🥵

frat dad!joel miller x fem!reader

The Old College Try by @proxima-writes i didn't even know this was something i needed in my life until it came into my life. blessings🙏🏼

ceo!joel miller x fem!reader

Sex on Fire [masterlist] by @macfrog i don't think i need to harp on what that sugar daddy vibes do to me🤤

mafia!joel miller x fem!reader

Divine Dynasty by @cavillscurls Remember when I said putting Joel by a body of water makes him 100x hotter? The same applies to a Mafia AU. I can't explain it. I have no sound reasoning to support my claim other than "he hot tho".

pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

I Know it When I See it [masterlist] by @bageldaddy 🔥🔥🔥 that is all.

maintenance man!joel miller x fem!reader

Maintenance Man [masterlist] by @gracieispunk toolbelt. say less.

slasher!joel miller x fem!reader

Slasher [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity i thought for sure, FOR SURE, this would be blind, pure, detached smut that i could enjoy with no emotional ties whatsoever. and then all of a sudden i'm feeling things??? he just loves his mom so much😭 mama's boy wants to be happy. JAIL. real jail for murderer joel miller. horny jail for me. and audacity jail for toxic b/c how dare you make me feel things for a serial killer😩

as i said previously, the evidence speaks for itself. i have yet to find a version of joel miller i could not immediately fuck. i'm actually planning (i have a lot of plans and no time smh), to go through all these on my recommendation blog w/play by play commentary so everyone can know just how unhinged i am for this guy.

but now!! you guys have a syllabus for my insanity!!

now, excuse me while i go find a therapist (a real one, not a hot/dark joel miller version of one) (although beggars can't be choosers right?👀)

dividers by @saradika

[romana-after-dark]

The Wrong Way Master List

Gif by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

Spotify Playlist

Inspiration came from @toxicanonymity and her fantastic Raider!Joel.

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.

Unknown chapters at this point but heres a starter

Chapter 1: Joel takes you away from everything you know

Chapter 2: Joel takes what he wants, Tommy tries to make things easier

Bonus Chapter: Tommy takes Little One's virginity

Chapter 3: Joel softens up, and readers learns her roll in all this

Chapter 4: Little One is getting cocky, and finds herself in trouble, but Tommy and Joel are there for her

Chapter 5: Joel and Tommy don’t feel good

Suggested drabble: Period sex

Chapter 6: Things change with Tommy, and Joel shows a more vunerable side during a near disaster.

Chapter 7: Little One and Lorenzo spend some time together, and Lorenzo drops a bomb on Little One.

sick bonus chapter

Chapter 8: For 6 months of Little One's pregnancy her relationship with Joel and Lorenzo shifts and changes.

Suggested Drabble: Brotherhood

Chapter 9: The aftermath.

Suggested Drabble: “It Wasn’t Always Like This”

Chapter 10: The escape does not go as planned.

Alternate ending: a happier end

Canon Sequel Mini Series, Ghost of You

Follow Ellie's life sifting through to lies to discover the truth of her creation.

Dark Ending Timeline: Going Under

Going Under: Chapter 1:

Going Under: Chapter 2:

Going Under: Chapter 2.5:

Going Under: Chapter 3

Going Under: June and Tommy

Going Under: Chapter 4

Going Under: Finale

Suggested drabbles to see how the uncles are doing after the canon ending: Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy, and Better Than Revenge

If neither ending satisfied you or if there was something you wanted to see but didn’t, if you wanna write something in universe will be happy to link it to my masterlist!

Art by @melodymakesart

Drabbles, One Shots, Thots

Period Sex: Period sex with Joel makes Little One more confused than ever at what she is to Joel

Well, That’s Alright Because I Like The Way It Hurts: Joel is gone for longer than expected and you worry about him. When he comes back, you let him take his frustration out on your body

Brotherhood: Tommy and Joel reflect on their relationship as brothers.

“It Wasn’t Always Like This”: In Tommy’s arms, Little One thinks over her year with Joel

Lorenzo, Zach and Tommy: Lorenzo is slowly recovering, meets his niece for the first time

Better than Revenge: Lorenzo and Tommy can’t get revenge on Joel, but they can get revenge on the one who started it all

Zach and Lorenzo’s Wedding

Gateaway Car by Taylor Swift, thoughts by @fandxmslxt69

Art by @k-ra

Joel and Lorenzo by @fen-is-unwell

If this sort of thing doesn't interest you or triggers you, hide dub con and non con from your tags as I will be tagging any fics like that as such

Main Blog (filled with more normal fics lol): @romanarose

This is absolutely not anything anyone needs to do bc ur lovely comments are enough but if anyone makes a book board, art, a fic or anything based off this series, you absolutely can! I know some creators aren’t for it but I love when people do that, and I’ve written a few fics for a few series myself. If you are so inclined and are okay with it, I’ll attach them to this master list (that includes if you don’t like my endings you can make your own 😂)

But as always, nice comments mean the world. I know with this sort of content you may not want to Reblog it on your page, but if you leave a comment or send an anon, that means the world and keeps me writing!

[eff-plays]

What do you think about the claims that Astarion fans who are headcanoning him as being soft and romantic with Tav are just stealing this character trait from Wyll? It's been going on in the fandom for a while and it's frankly getting annoying. I know many people (haters and fans alike) likely never played the game beyond Act 1 and/or think Astarion is like that throughout the entire story, that he's evil and incapable of changing as a character, but saying he doesn't have any romantic moments is just...not true?

Ooooh!! Interesting question and I have opinions on it that are, I hope, a bit more nuanced here as a stan of both Astarion and Wyll.

It's gonna be a bit of a mess to explain though so please bear with me as I try to untangle this conundrum.

I think!! That both sides have a point but are just sorta talking past each other a bit.

Does Astarion display a lot of gentleness and softness toward Tav in Act 2 and his Spawn ending? Yes! Absolutely!! People who deny this or argue that him displaying these canonical traits is "stealing" from Wyll are, in my opinion, incorrect, and are letting their somewhat justifiable personal dislike for the guy and the very justified distaste for how the fandom treats him compared to Wyll bleed into their perception of this specific part of his portrayal.

HOWEVER.

A lot of people who enjoy Soft!Astarion do end up stepping into the same cow plops as the Dom Daddy Astarion stans, in that their equivalent of romantic, soft Astarion is the classic gentlemanly, smooth-talking, chivalrous guy who knows how to woo his lover in the traditional, classic ways. I do not think this is, um, faithful to his character. At all. This is the aspect that some fans, in an attempt to express that Astarion can be gentle and romantic, end up either accidentally or purposefully "stealing" from Wyll.

The fact that Astarion can and will be soft and gentle in a romance is conflated with how he would express those feelings, in the typical fandom way of "well I like this guy and I like the idea of these things so I will attribute those things to this guy". Which in this case just ends up taking away from Wyll. Like, if you supposedly "like" the idea of a traditionally romantic and smooth character, why are you then assigning those traits to a guy who is neither of those things, when a guy who IS those things gets a suspicious zero of your attention?

Am I making sense?

Astarion IS capable of being gentle and soft with his lover, but he would not EXPRESS it the way Wyll would. And by making Astarion express something he would feel in a way that's more Wyll-flavored, it does raise some flags. If this is the dynamic you're interested in, why aren't you into Wyll more? If you're interested in Astarion being soft, why don't you like him expressing it how he would express it, aka being awkward, goofy, inexperienced, and saccharine? If you love Astarion so much, why are you assigning to him the traits of a different guy?

Why are you taking Wyll's expressions of love to make Astarion more palatable and suited to your tastes? What is it about Wyll that you don't like if his expressions and characteristics fit your preferences more? Ya feel me?

So when some people say that "Astarion wouldn't be soft and romantic, stop stealing from Wyll!" what they usually mean is "Astarion would not express himself this way, and you taking stuff from a Black character and giving them to a white dude is kinda sus and I'm tired of it."

And what Astarion fans hear is "Your guy is fuck and I hate him. Here's me denying his canonical depth and character growth."

You get me??

On that note, I also have some thots on character-swapping in cutscenes, which is slightly related to this. On the one hand, I think it's like whatever, ya know? I've seen tons of gifs where somebody swapped in Solas and Lavellan into the dance at the ball in DA:I. Make your guys do whatever. I even have a scene planned in my fic where Astarion dances with Hiraeth (though not like that, it's a bit more intimate/awkward cuz Astarion is self-conscious and weird aobut it), so I don't think he wouldn't dance with Tav. I just don't think he'd do it how Wyll would do it.

But when you see Astarion and Gale gifs dancing with Tav over and over and over and over, while seeing Wyll swapped in for someone else happens once upon a dream (I've literally only seen Wyll standing in for Astarion in the forest sex scene ONCE), it does sorta ... Leave a taste in ya mouth, ya know? Like if you want a romance with a cute dance scene ... There is already a guy ... You definitely know about him. And while I don't think every individual person who wants to see their OC dance with their love interest is inherently racist for character-swapping, it becoming a trend in fandom that fails to produce the same amount of content for the Black character whose cutscenes they're using is still, uh, yikes. Ya know? Like the fandom loves the cutscene but Wyll's presence in his own content is rare. For some reason.

[sellenite]

meant to work on fics yesterday, but instead I spent like 10 hours working on my new theme ... oopsies!! (also, pls tell me what you think of it if you want, MWAH <3)

and just a little note on some things I'm working on/ brewing up:

✮ fluffy virginity-loss story for Choso (aka last chapter for Cherry Blossoms series) ✮ dark-angst for Suguru !!!! (actually so excited for this one) ✮ have this silly little idea for Gojo involving IKEA (which I posted awhile back) that I want to finish ✮ and I want to write something for Toji ... send thots and ideas if you feel hehe

[jolalibrary]

WELCOME TO UNDERCOVER PANDA SLEEPOVER (aka me + @thetriumphantpanda are together)—and after a fun filled day of eating and shopping, we’re hanging and here.

things we welcome in either of our inboxes (on anon or off):

secrets 👀

confessions

headcanons

thoughts/thots 🔥

hot takes (about PPCU characters)

fic/art/gif recs (including self-promo!)

shoutouts

guilty pleasures

FMK and other ask games

anything else… (pls be kind)

you can send to either inbox, please use #UndercoverPanda so we know it’s for this 🤍 HAVE FUN!

tagging in case interested: @psychedelic-ink @rhoorl @goodwithcheese @secretelephanttattoo @lavendertales @thelightsandtheroses @joelsgreenflannel @swiftispunk @joelscruff @scenaaario @perotovar

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - 4

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Unintentional exposures. leading to embarrassments. Part I, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 5 ,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: Mature rating. Talk about adult-ish stuff. A/N: Thanks to @kaplerrr helping me with Spanish words :) and @jynxmirage,@random-thot-generator,@okayyadriana for Rudy Thot thoughts.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse

It’s been seven months. Seven months. Since the Taskforce left Mexico. Since you turned him down and left him. 

Just as he was about to summon his courage up and confess to you (after a bit of nudge and push from his hermano ) you shot him down completely. The pain that you both felt that night. Heartbroken.

“It’s better we stay as friends.”

Does that mean you had feelings for him too? He kept asking himself after that night. The way you sank into his embrace as you cried, like it was the last thing you will ever feel in this world. 

He can still feel your warmth from that night. The shape of your curve, the calming scent of you. 

Night after night, the dreams he had, you running through the field, smiling at him, or welcoming him home after a long tiring day, with your children jumping up and down, demanding their papá’s attention. 

And not so innocent ones. Your angelic voice whimpers as he slowly thrusts into you, or sweet mouth of yours wrapping around his hardened length, eagerly to please him. 

Where he wakes up in the morning, alone in the bed, with a throbbing ache that cannot be soothed. Even standing under the icy cold showers for a long time. 

Now he stands in his room, after a long hard training session, checking messages and scrolling through the contact list, finding the phone number of his cousin his mother wanted to get in touch with. That’s when he spotted your name.

His finger hovers over it. Itching to press the message or call button, wanting to check up on you. See how you are doing. Hearing your voice. 

“But.. friends can still keep in touch right?”You didn’t decline his offer to stay in touch. But the look on your face says it all. You will prefer not to. Why prolong the pain of pinning for each other while we can just cut the connection out once for all, and move on?

Letting out a sigh, he threw his phone onto the bed. He should just go have a shower and calm his disarranged brain. 

He started stripping himself off his uniform, throwing it all into the laundry basket, ready for the wash later that night.

That’s when he heard a scream coming out from his phone.

Rubbing your eyes as you finish writing the last bit of your report. You were exhausted. Drained. Self inflicted really. Anything to get your mind off about Mexico. Or Rudy.

Burning yourself out isn’t the way to go. Your professional side tells you. How many times you have scolded the boys, especially Simon when he is still up at 2 in the morning, sitting in the common room, drinking tea and staring into the dark of the night. Until you push him back into his room, threaten to dob him in with Price. Or even worse, getting Soap to whip his ass. 

Gaz has been fussing about how the two of you haven’t had your regular catch up session anymore since you buried yourself into work. He had a fair idea of what was running through your mind, but knowing you, he knows it's better not to press for information. Him and Price drop in every now and then into the infirmary with your favourite coffee and biscuit, forcing you to take breaks. 

Soap gives you a look when your body stiffens at the announcement of a possible mission with the Los Vaqueros, meaning time to head back to Mexico again. Your mind already running and listing all the plausible excuses you can dish out for not joining the mission, but you know they will be immediately declined. Maybe you can just hide in the infirmary. Or maybe you can just go hide in the mountain, going through the trails that Alejandro used to run around as a kid.  Probably not a good idea.you will be charged as a deserter. Price will give you the whole “ I-am-disappointed-in-you.” Dad talk if you really go up to him and beg for it. And that is the last thing you want. To let your whole team down. Little shrilling tone interrupts you from your excuse making dreams.Blindly grabbing the phone sitting on the desk as you hearing it ringing, you press the receive button without looking at the caller first, That is when you see a very well toned butt and muscular thigh popped up on the screen. 

You let out a very undignified scream.  The unidentified caller quickly turned around and stared at their phone with horror in their face. 

RUDY????

He screamed because you were screaming

 "AH MIERDA, YO-.. Ay Dios Mío ayúdame, que vergüenza.."He let out a stream of curses and exclaims as he scrambled to pick the phone back up and tried to cover himself up with the blanket at the same time. Unfortunately that only made things worse. The phone proceeds to drop onto the ground, directly in between his feet, camera aiming right at his private part. 

“RODOLFO PARRA!!! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!” You shrieked as you covered your face up, trying hard not to look at the phone screen. “I .. I am so sorry. Ahhh….” Grabbing what he can from the tall boy, he manages to pull out a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Quickly donning the clothes on,“Um, I , I am decent, you can open your eyes..”  he stammered.

He can see you slowly lowering your hands from your eyes, clearly embarrassed and mortified from what you have seen. Never in his life does he want to throw himself off a cliff so much. Or maybe heading straight into a gunfire into a group of cartel probably will be a better situation to be than this. 

You still stare at him with wide eyes, hand covering half of your face. Not saying a word. What are you thinking? It was a pure accident. He must have accidently pressed the call button when he threw the phones onto the bed. Talk about timing.

“So. Um, how are you?” He cringed. 

“Could be better.” you admitted. He wondered. Were you missing him as well? Or were you making references to the incident that just happened.

“I am sorry. It was an. Ah. accident. I promise.”  Rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting away, he couldn't apologise enough.

Shaking your head, you let out a little chuckle. “It’s ok. I believe you.” he can see you were ready to say something more when your attention turned to someone off screen.

“No.. No, I am fine. Um. yea I saw a bug. Shoo. Go.”  Rolling your eyes as you try to wave the person offscreen out of the room.

“Sorry. That was Johnny. He heard my scream.” You pull your legs up, curling into the chair, making yourself comfortable as you turn your attention back to him. “Has something happened? Why did you call? How is Ale and the rest of the team? Your family?” you shot out all the questions in one go, worrying something has gone wrong, reason for the call.

“ Oh, no. I, it was a mistake, I must have pressed the wrong button when I put my phone down. I was about to go shower. Everyone is fine, my Mamá and sisters always ask about you.” he can feel his face and tip of his ears starting to heat up again. You pulled an apologetic smile as he mentioned about the family  “I didn’t have time to thank them properly after that night… “ you trailed off, mind seems to wander. After a few seconds you caught yourself and shook your head, letting out a yawn. “I am sorry. I'm a bit tired. How rude of me.” 

He looked at the time and mentally calculates the differences. 

“ Isn’t it nearly midnight over there? I better let you go. Get some rest. Again I am sorry for the, um, unintended exposure.” Rudy apologises again. He hopes no one will ever find out about the awkward incident. 

You laughed a little as you pressed your palm to your face, thinking back to the embarrassing moment. “ Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” His eyes softened. He misses your laugh. He missed that smile. He misses you so much. 

He just can’t let you go. “Hey Mini.”

“Yes Rudy?” Just as you were about to hang up, he summoned up the courage. He is not going to shy away again. 

“I miss you.”

He can see your flash of sadness in your eyes. Looking down, biting your lip before you close your eyes and opening them up again with a glint of tears, you reach to touch his face on the screen. 

“I miss you too.”

Tag list: @jynxmirage @kaplerrr @captainpriceslover @homicidal-slvt @floral-force @deadbranch @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @iwannabeinthesequalmrghostface @okayyadriana @random-thot-generator @siilvan @nightingal3-tales @crazymela @preciouslittlecreature

[the--journeys]

Talk Shop Tuesday: as someone relatively “new” to the fandom, tell us more of what you thought you’d find vs. what you did (aka more thots on the tags of the woobified peter post)

hooooooo boyyyyyy.

Peter Parker has always been my Boy. As someone who read the comics first, to find out that most comics purists hated MCU spidey was so surprising to me, because while there are Many problems with the MCU adaptation of Spider-Man (many of them revolving around Tony Stark, yes) I still think that MCU Peter has the Essence?

MCU Peter dies and walks it off. Gets a building dropped on him and walks it off. Almost gets shot point-blank and walks it off??? To log into tumblr.com for the first time in many, many years and see MCU spidey largely regarded as some uwu, noob of a character was cognitive dissonance.

Until. I read a few fics! And suddenly it all made sense.

I still don't trust comics fans who hate MCU Peter for uwu reasons simply because that isn't Him, and that can be true while also being annoyed at the way fannish works have bred this misconception of who MCU Peter is.

Writing MCU Peter into a world where he calls Tony Stark "dad" or calls the other Avengers to come save him at the drop of a hat is not illegal. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and interpretations of media, but I PERSONALLY believe it's a disservice to Peter Parker's character to file down his nails and teeth because doing so erases not only his competence and tenacity but also! His flaws!

Most (I'm sure there are exceptions but I'm yet to see them) of these worlds created to showcase MCU Peter Parker as a soft li'l bean do not allow Peter to keep his ego, selfishness, or even his optimism? He is a "perfect" little child, a kid with a boatload of trauma but whose coping mechanisms have been changed from kicking the shit out of criminals to??? cuddling?? on the couch??

It does not make sense. To me. In MY mind palace. Peter Parker is a fascinating character (and has been since his conception decades ago) in large part BECAUSE of his flaws. To take them away leaves a character who is boring, flat, and also... Not Peter Parker lmao.

And on TOP of this, to have hate directed at MCU Peter not because of how he's actually portrayed but because of how fandom has massacred him and to see how that hate gets translated into cries that the MCU has "ruined spider-man," or is "the worst spider-man adaptation" when it's the only Spider-Man adaptation to feature POC in really any sense, and especially as Peter's friends/love interests/supporting characters? side EYE.

I love me some media critique! I am a believer that Disney made so many Wrong choices with the MCU, with Spider-Man in particular. But so much MCU Spider-Man critique is actually fandom critique without being labeled as such, and it has an effect on attitudes regarding characters who are portrayed by POC. MCU Spider-Man doesn't do right by its POC lmao, but fandom's psdeudo-straw man hatred of MCU Spidey Isn't Helping.

All this to say, I avoid teen!Peter now in fics now unless I recognize/trust the author, and MCU critique is only as good as the author's understanding of the actual MCU versus fandom's portrayal of it.

[smittenbyvillains]

Hi!!! so I was wondering if I could request a Eobard x fem reader fic where the reader works at star labs (before the particle accelerator explosion) and is competing with Hartley for a promotion, so reader decides to seduce Eobard into giving it to her followed by some smut. if your not comfortable writing this that’s okay! it’s just boss!eowells is really plaguing my thots rn 😩😩😩

IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

Warnings: smutty, use of good girl, he's baby girl, use of sir possibly heheHEHE (sorry I'm so rusty)

Y/N really wanted the promotion and needed it. Your rent just really went up. It was the landlord just being a complete ass about it. Y/N was thinking of ways to do get the promotion that was right but none of it seemed to work because Hartley wanted the same promotion. Y/N groaned to themselves at her work desk. It was starting to get late, and you had been trying to get the most done. Then an idea came in mind. You noticed how your boss aka Harrison Wells would steal glances at you. A plan was coming through. Although you never thought you would have done that. You knew he always stayed late. You decided to go to his office. Of course, Hartley was there chatting with Harrison. You knocked on the office door. Questioning if this was the right idea. "Come in." Eobard said. He knew it was you. He dismissed Hartley telling him to get some rest. Hartley didn't want to but knew it was best not to fight the orders. He walked out after you came in and gave you a glare. You ignored it. Eobard smiled at you. He was glad he hired you.

You approached his desk and put a huge smile on. He looked at you knowing something was up but didn't comment. "I'm surprised you haven't gone home; you usually care about sleep." He chuckled.

"I haven't finished what I wanted to do for the day. I was hoping we could talk." You said trying to start up a conversation. You decided to go behind his desk and sit on his desk. He watched as you did that and held back the smirk. He saw how you skirt was riding up.

"Ah, I see, what do you want to talk about?" he asked as he sat in his chair and leaned back. He was now purposely looking at you.

"I wanted to admit something, I haven't been able to... it could risk my job." You said and bit your lip more out of nervousness. He nodded. "You can tell me anything." Eobard said. You took a deep breath.

"I like you; I like my boss." You spoke. "I can't get you out of my head." You spoke. It wasn't even a lie. He didn't seem surprised and leaned forward.

"I see, how come you didn't tell me before?" He asked. You blushed a bit.

"I can't lose my job... I've been trying to get the promotion.... cause I do need it." You said and moved closer. Eobard nodded and smiled.

"I can help you with both." He spoke. He leaned forward and slowly stood up. You looked up at him. You hardly said anything he was already saying this? He gently grasped your hips with one hand and lifted your chin with the other. His thumb rubbing your lip as he looked into your eyes. "You can say no anytime." He added and you nodded.

Eobard leaned in and kissed you slowly and you melted into the kiss and kissed him back. He pulled you closer to him getting desperate and more by the second. His hand on your hip moving up to your neck. He pulled away to look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful." He spoke in a tone saying he meant it. "I've been waiting for this."

Eobard was quick to kiss you again. He thought your dumbfounded reaction was adorable. Did you really not see? He smirked a bit and sat back and pulled you into his lap. You gasped. You started to grind against his one thigh. He watched as you did this. He pulled away from the kiss.

"Oh, what a needy girl, huh?" He said into your ear as he leaned in close to ear before kissing down your neck. His hands started to pull your blouse off. You whimpered. "Want more?" He teased. You nodded. "Words my sweet lady." He said. You pouted for a second.

"Please sir." You said not knowing what slipped. His eyes darkened more.

"Good girl, you keep calling me that and I am all yours." He spoke. He lifted you up enough to get your skirt and underwear off after getting your bra off. He admired your body as you sat there in his lap. "Now how about you help your boss?" He didn't really ask. You nodded quickly and got his pants off and his underwear. You went bright red. "You are sure my sweet lady." he asked again.

"Yes sir, I'm sure." You answered. He pulled you close again and chuckled as his hand moved down your body and he felt how wet you are already for him.

"So wet already for your boss hm?" He teased you and you whimpered as he continued to rub your clit.

"Please sir~" You whined. He chuckled and prepared you for a few more minutes before sinking you down slowly. You gasped and moaned as he felt so good inside of you. He groaned at how well you fit him. You were made for him. He slowly moved your hips to get you used to it. After a minute you got the rhythm and started to ride him. The office was filled of moans and groans of pleasure. An occasional whimper of pleasure. You were getting close and closer to cumming so was Eobard. He could tell.

"Cum for me my good girl~" he said. He had started to thrust up. You moaned as you started to quiver as you came. "Oh~ Good girl." He said as he came with a moan. He had you lean against him as he rode out each of your highs. "You got the promotion but a different one love." He smirked. "You will be everywhere with me." He spoke. "And i mean everywhere." He said with a darker smirk. He wasn't letting go of you now. Not even when his plan gets in motion. And you will be coming with him.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/11/2024

Nerdie! It's the middle of the month, how are you?

Good. Nothing to complain about. Mainly relaxed and then worked Thursday and Friday. My orientee made me laugh.

Oh? How so?

She said that now that she's had some different preceptors she enjoys my balances of being a bit hands off since I know she's experienced, but still checking in during the shift to see how things are going. (Puffs out chest and also wonders if that's a good or bad thing.)

I mean, if she said it's fine, it should be fine right? Now did you do anything writing this week?

I did a bit. Not as much as I normally do. I'm gearing up for projects I have either agreed to or planned for myself.

My two fics are quite different. One was silly and sweet and the other was filth. Nerdie in a nutshell really:

Is it for the wallet of the shoebox? (Tim Rockford x plus size female reader) Tim being silly in a bookstore leads to a serious conversation and a partial photoshoot at home. Comedy and domestic fluff with slight spice.

One Pass for the both of Us (Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller) You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same hall pass. All smut with sweatpants and gold chains.

Working on two things I promised people. One requested fluff and the other action and smut.

I decided to start a new series (because clearly I don't have enough - Dieter, Frankie and Tim give Nerdie a death glare) 👀 because this Pedro character was in my WIPs way before the three of you! Might even help me brainstorm…

Two Hearts by the Ocean will feature Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC). The vibe is sweet summer romance. Mainly fluff every Wednesday, not sure how many parts, at least five. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for it. I have a few people in mind but if you'd like to be added, let me know. 😆

Roc & Doc and Weddings 101 with Dieter are still ongoing, no worries. Tim and Dieter have calmed. Frankie is a bit pissed still but you have the longest masterlist Fish! You don’t care…well. Okay. 🫡

I might be trying to figure out how to write Ezra. I love reading fics with the man, but his speech patterns have so many nuances to it. I've been studying @morallyinept aka Jett's Pedro Pascal Character Database that she's been compiling and her entry on Ezra from Prospect has been invaluable. It's an excellent reference for Pedro character fic writers or if you just wanna know more. She also has one specifically on Ezra’s speech patterns that I swear I’ve read at least four times.

It's me, I'm the problem. 😭 I’m either overthinking or not focusing on the right parts. Ugh…

Fics I read this week: ( I took time off work and had plenty of time to read - still didn't get to everything. 🥸)

Movie Night by @munsonownsmyass (Zach Ellison x reader)

No game at all (but I can do this) by @for-a-longlongtime (Marcus Pike x Tim Rockford - Frankie Morales floating in thots)

Wouldn't It Be Nice - Chapter one by @lady-pug (Agent Whiskey x female reader)

02 x birds - Frankie Morales x reader by @trulybetty

Mon Amour by @saturn-rings-writes (Jake Lockley x black female reader)

The Stars by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Poe Dameron x reader)

Mutual by @morallyinept (Ezra x female reader)

Dinner Party by @lavendertales (Steven Grant x fem reader)

The Mercenary and the Whore by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers

Comedy of Errors (MK Spring Bingo #3) by @soft-girl-musings (Steven Grant x GN reader)

03 x snowfall - Marcus Pike x reader by @trulybetty

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch (Din Djarin x fem. black reader)

Half of you - part 1 and part 2 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x female reader)

God Speed by @magpiepills (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Not for nothing @magpiepills (Ezra x female reader)

Perfect Fit by @lowlights (Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

To the Flame - chapter 5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x female reader)

Come back to me by @reallyrallyauthor (Poe Dameron x female reader)

If you’re not looking at @immarocketman ‘s art, then I feel sad for you. It’s beautiful 🤗 They put out a sketch of Din/Cobb this week that’s apparently going to have a fanfic written about it by @theywhowriteandknowthings

There was also an excellent head cannon about Sarah’s younger years by @clickergossip that resonated with me on Black girlhood. ☺️

That's about it until next week! 🥰

Stay hydrated and safe!

Love Nerdie 💜

[littlemissmanga]

LittleMissManga Fic Masterlist

My entire blog is 18+ so minors begone! The asterisk (*) denotes explicit 18+ material. Please read responsibly. If it isn't for you, I got plenty of SFW content.

So far, I've only written for Star Wars, the clones in particular, including Rex and various 501st members, The Bad Batch members, Hound, Wolffe, Cody and Boba Fett.

Requests are closed!

I'm taking a small step back so I can recharge. I'll still be lurking and hopefully working a bit on WIPs, just without the self-imposed pressure to get them done quickly. If you've sent anything in, know that I am working on it! This includes all the First Kiss Prompts.

NSFW requests are OK and welcome, but please no gore, major character death, romantic/mature relationships between padawans and adults, or clonecest.

If you'd like to be tagged in future fics, you can join my taglist :)

Random Clone Shenanigans

Clone of the Month Calendar

Tooka Interviews

Dad jokes/puns

Threesome Choice* (Rex, Jesse, Wrecker, Crosshair)

TBB Meets Sailor Moon Crack

How the 501st & BB Boys Handle a Reader with Chronic Pain

Hound

Hound Thots (SFW above, NSFW under the cut)

Broadside

Maybe Among the Stars

Rex

One Last Order Part 1, Part 2* (only part 2 is spicy).

Did He Hurt You?

Date Night Pt 1

A Little Something Sweet for Breakfast

Jesse

Kiss Prompt

"Just Lay Back and Let Me Take Care of You"*

Why Is There Rope Next to the Bed?*

Hardcase

"I'm Trying to Be Sexy and You're Laughing!" (SFW but alludes to intimacy)

Fives

"Seems Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

Dogma

Date Night Pt 3

Date Night Pt 4

Echo

The Promise In Your Eyes

Why Echo is the best smelling clone trooper (HC)

"Seems Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

A Teasing Echo*

Bittersweet (HC)

Spicy Echo Thot*

Wedding Speech

Tell Me*

Crosshair

Don't Forget That, Okay?

"He Was Staring At Your Ass ... And That Ass Is Mine." (SFW, but implied impact play).

Song of the Caged Bird (1/3)

Song of the Caged Bird (2/3) TK

Song of the Caged Bird (3/3) TK

What Are You Wearing?

Tech

Spicy Tech Thot - Cerebral Stimulation*

Why Now? - TK

A Mechanic in the Sun

Tech & Non-Verbal Reader

"That's the Most Attractive Thing I've Seen in My Life"*

"Looks Like Someone Likes Being Praised"*

A Little Awkward Never Killed Nobody

Home for the Holidays With You

Wrecker

A Man What Takes His Time*

"Are You Wearing My Shirt?"*

Wrecker Headcanon Asks* (SFW above the cut, NSFW under)

Wrecker Spa Day HCs

Spicy Games Thots*

Rainy Day Comforts

When Wrecker Gets Comfortable Thot (Not spicy, but there's definitely heat)

The Slow Stretch*

Hunter

"That Is the Most Attractive Thing I've Seen in My Life"

Cody

Date Night Pt 2*

Boil

The Once and Future Brother

Wolffe

Wolffe Thots* (SFW above the read more, NSFW under the read more)

"Just Lay Back and Let Me Take Care of You"*

Boba Fett

The Daimyo's Princess

My OCs (Star Wars)

Yen Ori'ken (You can read more about her in Date Night)

SFW Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Yen x Wolffe/Yen x Kix hcs

Yen x Cody hcs

Yen x Echo hcs

Yen x Wrecker hcs

CT-2460, Clone Pilot Corkscrew, AKA Cor

Intro & SFW Alphabet

(I don't know why this last link isn't working so I'm putting it here, too)

[duplicitywrites]

Thank you so much for replying to my other ask! I completely understand not wanting to revisit a fic you had wrote when you weren't doing the best, and I hope you're feeling better now! 🩷 I adore 'evermore' so much even though it's quite depressing aha 🥲 The way you wrote Harry's mental health and escapism was so good and Id love to hear some spoilers if you were up to it 😅

One thing I love about fanfic is the freedom of it all, and like you said "What is fanfic if not an ode to writing that felt unfinished?". Your interpretation of Harry as an abused child at his core in works like "damaged" always get to me. It always felt weird in the HP book series that Harry had such an awful childhood and was as well adjusted and happy in the future.

Another one of your works I was really interested in is 'perfect boys with their perfect lives', the Harry/Cedric aka a certain dark lord one. It really had me thinking about what could have happened in the graveyard if Harry hadn't escaped 🫣

i am, thanks! it was around covid, which was an awful time for everyone i'm sure, with weird life stuff piled on top of it.

i was going to answer all of the ones you mentioned, but evermore is actually one of few stories i have planned out in detail. this is why it has a planned chapter count (though that hasn't stopped me from going overboard before lol).

i guess i'll just give you the whole thing in case i never finish it kljsdgkljdgs it's pretty long, so under a cut it goes! but first some context for everyone else:

🍃 Evermore

Tags: Alternate Universe, Unhealthy Relationships, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Manipulative Relationship, Infidelity, Past Child Abuse, Dream Sequences, Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Plot Twists, Happy Ending, Surprise Ending, Healing

Summary:

Harry is a married man who is living a charmed life. He has no need for the fantasy potions gifted to him by the Weasley twins—or so he thinks. After falling asleep on the train ride home, Harry dreams of the perfect man, a man named Tom Riddle. As Harry explores his dream life with Tom, he realizes that his actual life is not as charmed as it seems. The pristine image of his faultless marriage shatters, revealing a darker reality, and Tom Riddle becomes an oasis, a sanctuary for Harry to escape to. However, no sanctuary is eternal and no oasis is truly perfect. Harry must eventually confront his demons, inner and outer, before he can find real happiness for himself.

Notes:

these notes are arranged in order from where the most recently posted chapter left off.

there are probably some divergent points that occurred during the actual writing process, but this plan below (i'll admit i'm not quite brave enough to reread it all) is what the general storyline will be.

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reality four - right where you left me

maybe harry's been harbouring fears of his potions being found? :thots: or his husband's made note of his changes in behaviour, accuses him of not spending time/being devoted

they get into an argument where harry gets a looooot of shit for stuff he doesn't deserve to get shit for, stuff that's not even true

harry yells back but gets hit, idk if by magic or not :thots: and he backs down, distraught. then once he's alone, he goes straight for the dream world

dream four - no body no crime

it'll be a much shorter version obviously, and the character roster won't be the same

i hadn't nailed down the specifics of the background and so i'm not sure how it'll look, exactly

harry is NOT married in this dream, he knows dream-husband but they are only friends

dream-husband is ginny's role in this particular iteration

but the climax of this scene is where harry is snooping around in the house, where he happens upon the dream-husband's diary

he's been looking for evidence to prove the murder

harry reads through the diary

and in the diary are tragic entries describing depressive thoughts, details of emotional (maybe even physical) abuse, etc.

this is a pivotal moment for harry, who up until this moment has been in denial about the failings of his real life marriage

reading this in the framing of it happening to someone else is enough for him to realize that it's wrong

what happens to him is not okay

but of course it's not that easy to just, shrug off years of marriage all at once; harry once again exits the dream, thus ending that particular dream universe

he's partly in denial but it's not as bad as before

he's been using the dreams as a coping mechanism up until this point

i've made it sound kind of frustrating but the dream worlds that harry goes to are meant to be very lush, romanticized

while we realize that harry's dream worlds are not ideal, he doesn't realize it right away

he thinks he's still doing something wrong

reality five - coney island

uh so next is probably another real life scene which shows tension between harry and his husband, only harry is no longer acting the way he did before aka accepting things without question

after the dream, harry starts to... notice things. he picks up on the slights, on the manipulative behaviours. he doesn't argue back for most of it, because he's still figuring it out and he's in shock, but he does start acting differently, which is noted by his husband

it escalates things further, a landslide of 'harry is no longer listening to me, is no longer under my control' type of deal where it results in more attempts to manipulate, which harry now sees is bad

voldemort grew addicted to power, made deals with politicians, gained a following

he looks back on past events and picks out the red flags, realizes that his marriage is not a marriage of equals. but just because harry knows these things, doesn't mean he knows what to do. he goes back to the dream world for comfort/answers

dream five - cowboy like me

this one is 'cowboy like me'

harry is there with his husband staying at a hotel, they happen across dream-husband, who is a con artist attempting to swindle an older woman

either harry is also a con artist in a similar vein, or he is mistaken for one - i'll probably decide once it's written out and i get a sense of the vibe

but he and dream-husband have some interesting conversations, flirting, etc

the theme of this dream i think will be further strengthening the similarities between harry and the dream-husband he's made up in his head

this dream ends with a bittersweet farewell

something along the lines of, despite their attraction for each other, they must part ways? :thots: or some other thing

but there will be a bit of a cheeky 'see you soon'

aka referencing the fact that it's a dream/dream world, that the dream-husband is a recurring character in harry's mental space

reality six - happiness

harry's down to two vials now, the bittersweet farewell of dream five has him realizing that time is running out in the metaphorical sense; we understand that soon he will need to make a choice

i might loop back to infidelity at this point, maybe in an attempt to bring harry to heel, his husband starts flaunting an affair? :thots: cause in the past, flirting with other people probably worked to make harry upset and easily manipulated

but y'know now harry is armed with his brand new knowledge of Marriage Should Not Be Like This and also he's got some shiny self-worth stored up, courtesy of dream-husband

dream six - ivy

in this dream world, harry is married to his current husband, but he is having an affair with the dream-husband; not in the sexual sense, but in the emotional sense. drawing on the dream five, harry is seeking comfort and solace from his bad marriage

this dream is meant to remove more of harry's doubts and encourage him to see that his current situation is bad

and i imagine we start to break through the fourth wall; dream-husband speaks directly to harry, referencing real life events that have occurred

he encourages harry to leave

harry is doubtful, obviously. this is all he's known and he's been gaslighted, manipulated, mistreated

he's terrified he will be found out and punished for it

but the dream-husband reassures him, promises him that things will be okay, etc.

he makes harry promise to take care of himself

and i'm thinking in true romantic sense, maybe they spend the night together? :thots:

reality seven - closure

we solidify that harry deserves better, that what has happened is not his fault, etc all the important, healthy things

we have harry reaching out to the people that have been slowly pushed out of his life (mostly by his husband). he’s reconnecting with them, being healthier, i think this section would end with harry going to ron and hermione and telling them the truth, telling them everything

harry is down to his last vial, so he's been saving it

like, he could obviously go and get more, they would give it to him for free, even, but you know it's kind of like

he shouldn't have to rely on that as a coping mechanism any more

dream seven - evermore

i'm thinking harry goes for one last dream, they sit together outside(?) or somewhere else that has significance for harry

they hold hands, harry talks about how much the support has meant to him, what he's learned about himself, what these dreams have taught him

sometimes things don't work out

he knows he needs to walk out and move on

i'll probably cry writing all this so you know it'll be good

the end - it’s time to go

then like i mentioned before, there will be a scene of harry signing divorce papers. his friends are with him, telling them they support him, and he feels... relief. he feels hope.

the story ends with harry attending a party, this time by his own decision. he's here to genuinely mingle with people, with his friends, and have a good time

and then he sees someone

much like the previous dream, it's someone who he once knew

they talk, they catch up, but this time it doesn't feel odd or uncomfortable

harry feels secure with himself, and we end on the hopeful note that this could go somewhere good

[ghoulphile]

I want to start off by saying that your fics aren’t just the best Cooper fics I’ve read but some of the best writing I have ever read! 🩷 perioddddd. Secondly, if you’re still taking requests, could I send one in? If so: how do you think our ghoul would handle having a breeding kink? Do you think he’d get devious with it? Threatening to pump the reader full, or is it more romanticised? If that’s even possible with him…. 😳

thank you so much for reading - and for your support ❤️!! i'm so happy you enjoy my writing. as for requests... they are open 😉

imo while nothing could replace janey, he's been searching for ages and it gets lonely in the wasteland, doesn't it? he's still quasi-human, and needs to indulge in physical comforts every once in a while.

and maybe - juuuuust maybe - he can fill that void, soothe the ache even if it's only a little bit. besides, janey always wanted a sibling.

(aka i full on think he'd threaten to pump the reader full and i have many thots now tyyy 😈)

[fawnforgold]

happy new years friends and followers! i remember doing one of these when i first joined fanfic tumblr and i’m feeling nostalgic so i thought i’d make one since it’s been awhile and i have some (positive) things to say!!

okay here goes!! putting everything under a readmore to not clog the dash <3

@tighnarly — hi baby. my princess, cupcake, gum drop, bunny baby <3 i’m so happy and grateful to have you as my future wife and i can’t wait for the day we get married. i know i mostly post about my fictional fav (albedo :p) but you’re truly all i want and need 🫶🏻 everytime i write a fanfic i’m thinking of you and me. every word i write is a love letter to you from me. i know i’m not the best with words but i hope one day you’ll be able to see you the way i see you. trust me when i say you are the most beautiful and kind human i have ever met in my life, and i’m gonna personally fight everyone and anyone who hurts you 😗 anywaysss hehe i love you sunshine 💖🫶🏻

@neuvillettes — bestieeeeeee my bestie from the westie 🫶🏻 i’m so glad we met and connected online bc now we legit our roommates and it’s so fun 😭🤚🏻 like i legit dont know how to tell you how much our friendship means to me. ur fr that one person that just GETS me. you’re so kind and funny and fun to be around, but i also love that ur not afraid to be honest with me, especially when i need that tough love approach. i love you oh so much bestie 💖 oh and thank you for the art tablet i literally am still screaming over it hehe.

@suyacho — my beloved bestie 🫶🏻 there is no one i love rambling about my selfship thots about more than you. i love how i can talk to you about anything and everything 🥹🫶🏻 i especially love how patient and supportive you’ve been of me this year, because it meant the entire world to me. i’m so glad we’re besties and i can’t wait for the day i meet you irl 🫶🏻💖mwah ily bestie hehe me, kaeya, and albedo are smoochin u rn 💖 (platonic)

@auphelia — mootie sweet sweet mootie. it always makes me happy seeing you on the dash, and i especially smile whenever i see u in my tags whether it’s a fic or just a regular old post. i get so giddy whenever i talk to u bc u are fr one cool pal!! i’m so glad we’re mooties! and i have to say i can’t wait to see what more you write because you are very talented 💖

@fleur-de-leap — leap!! i know i am very sporadic with my messages but i legit get so happy to interact with you and even more so when i see/read ur art/writing! you’re so fucking talented in so many ways and every day it truly impresses me! when we made the server together that day it made me SO happy and i get so happy seeing i get messages from you 💖 thank you for being my friend through all these years, truly it’s been a blessing.

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@blkladyelle — elle!! my beloved!! it’s so nice whenever i see you on the dash, and i’m always especially happy whenever i get a dm from you! i hope you feel loved and happy this upcoming year and that it holds so much positivity for you. because fuck i need you to have a good year!!! i love you sm and wanted to let you know my dm’s are always open for you 🫶🏻💖

@nc-vb — mootie aka my fellow albedo lover i get so happy whenever i see u interact with me, and i want you to know i’m always rooting for you! you’re writing is so good and honestly you’ve been such a joy to talk to in dm’s, and you’re so easy to talk to. i hope this year good things happen to you, because you truly deserve the world bub 🫶🏻

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if you’re not listed here it’s purely either because i forgot or we didn’t talk too much this year. so, please don’t take it personally if i didn’t include you!! i love all me mooties 🫶🏻💖

[ozrockbitway]

Taps on window glasses

Yes, hi herrooo! I was wondering if you had any Taizo/Touya thots you'd be so kind to share? ((Your fic with them was so cute!!! The cardfight boys deserve more love!!!))

the glass is being tapped!! what do!! uwaaaaaa I am here....to give you rare pair food...ueiladkjfladsjf thank u for reading the silly fic. sobs they both deserve more love!! (Taizo more since I dont see as much as him sobbssss)

anyway THOTS

me joking about Taizo being Tonya's sugar daddy. I will die on this hill!! (I won't). I like to think Taizo tries to treat Tohya but. man. he doesn't really like to accept things (unless their cards). He's a little stubborn but if you keep pushing eventually Tohya will cave.

Taizo would like to recruit Tohya as like...a personal doctor/nurse?? Considering Tohya was like top of the class/school prior to dropping out Im P SURE this man can clean a wound and pull some doctor words and its like 100% right.

CEO man would offer to pay for his schooling (so he has a back up from card fights) and would just say he pays him back by working for his company. Does Taizo ever keep track of him working off his debt tho? Probably not he'd let him go free if he wanted to.

I KEEP FORGETTING TOHYA TECHNICALLY DOES KINDA WORK FOR HIM??? he has that sticker underneath his hoodie so like. sponsor??

okay but for some gay shit...I like to think Tohya would be kinda slow at realizing he's into Taizo. Meanwhile Taizo realizes and always has a really hard time holding back doing anything gay. (tfw ur hands brush when picking up a card and you have to not blush)

CEO with his personal cheerleaders....I feel like his assistants?? team?? everyone sees he's into Tohya and roots for him hehehe

fellas is it gay to sleep under the same roof with the homeless man you card fight with? aka I think Taizo forces offers his home to Tohya bcuz he is rich and jfc Tohya plz take care of yourself...eat food!! self care!!

Tohya treating Taizo to the little things...Imagine him taking him to some lil mom n pop restaurant that serves his fav food (I forget what it is that he and yuyu eat in one ep and they're like yeah good food even if its. childish??). Taizo isn't that pompous ass rich type so Im sure he'd enjoy the ambiance and difference there!! smaller and more comfortable places.

tbh...I dont think their parents would approve RIP. Taizo is an heir to a company and his dad probably wants offspring and Tohya...I hc that he is disowned after dropping out of med school.

I thought about how Welstra calls Bastion 'Basty' (I forget the spelling whoops) and just think that Taizo would give Tohya a lot of lil nicknames...in private at least.