#answers⎯୨୧

[silknspice]

Would you ever do a part 2 of sticky situation? It's soooo freakin good

i got so many messages abt sticky situation pt 2 in my inbox, and im SO happy u sluts love it. i don’t rlly know if I wanna make a pt 2 for it BUT im working on a LONG LONG HUGE fic with fake dating (hockey/college au) vi cause y’all love her

[pinkmirth]

i need more cowboi reiner tryna knock u up pls 🥺 👉 👈

⸻ STUFFED!

SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ reiner just can’t seem to control how hungry he is for you. what better way to make you his than by stuffing you full of him?

CONTAINS ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ ( 2.5k+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, countryside setting, established relationship, reiner has a big fat breeding kink, sex flashbacks, doggie style, standing sex, creampie, use of pet names (ex. mama, sugar, honey), reader calls reiner ‘papa’, mentions of pregnancy, lowercase intended, explicit language, minors shoo!

MY LOVE NOTE! ౨ৎ ₊ ⊹ it’s undeniable that cowboy reiner’s got a raging breeding kink. thanks so much for sending in your thoughts, my love! now here’s rei-rei bein’ a shameless feen for his pretty girl! 🎀

reiner’s terribly distracted.

the last thing he wants to do is lay blame, but in a way, you’re the reason why. the mere thought of you is enough to make this cowboy go buckwild. rei-rei swears he usually has more self control, it’s just that you strip him of all common sense.

you, pretty little you, make him all scatterbrained. his head’s been filled with nothing but romantics and vulgarities ever since he took you on a date seven months ago. you’ve turned him into some fool in love, for goodness’ sake.

memories of last night’s escapades come to mind. his mouth practically waters when remembering your plush ass; how you tossed it onto his pelvis with an arching back and swaying tits, peering at him with the sultriest smile, not to mention those glimmering bedroom eyes of yours. he recalls having to hold you still, so you wouldn’t be able to squirm away if his pounding were to become too much. you were soft, he remembers, so soft. the flesh of your hips would squish beneath the imposing pressure of his callous fingers, digging tighter into your sides whenever you’d flutter around the girth of him. he remembers the way he came inside with a rumbly moan, leaving your pussy full and the sheets wet . . . he wants to do it all over again.

with all that’s going on in that perverse little mind of his, he can hardly bring himself to focus on feeding the cattle. the only thing that can solve his problem is its source; you. and just like that, reiner’s dropping whatever he’d been doing before. his chores can surely wait, but this surge of desire can’t be overlooked. not a thing matters as much as finding you, fucking you, filling you.

he rounds the barn, passes by the apple trees and the horse stables in search of you. his cock pulses with every step, prodding stubbornly against the soft cotton of his boxers, now smeared with sticky precum. reiner brings a hand down to provide himself some relief, palming his boner with a low grunt. he’s so fucking hard that it almost hurts. that’s what he gets for fantasizing about you for the past thirty minutes and doing nothing about it until now.

with heavy steps, reiner makes his entrance into the farmhouse and is met by the sight of you lounging in the living room. you’re seated on the floral-print recliner with your pedicured toes propped up, all nice and comfortable. you’re wearing the dainty string of pearls he bought you for your birthday earlier in the year. pride flushes throughout his chest when seeing how prettily it rests on your collarbone.

you greet your man with a glossy smile, one that makes his dick throb beneath his hay-specked coveralls. reiner wonders if you’ve taken note of just how red he looks, rosy heat scattered across his face, from the highs of his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. he can feel his skin blazing with complete and total need.

reiner elicits a weak mumble of ‘hey, sugar. . .’, a stark contrast to your tone being all light and cheery as you ramble on about the cute little mini-skirt you’re crocheting for yourself. ‘since the weather’s getting warmer,’ you chime.

reiner loves you. he really, truly does, but he simply isn’t in the headspace to pay mind to the mundane task you’re occupied with at the moment— not when he’s this close to tearing off your summer dress, bending you over, peeling himself out of his spurred boots and pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer. fuck, he’s breathing harder now. gradually, he feels his resolve slip.

“you alright, honey?” you set down your crocheting hook, staring up at him with big, curious eyes. your voice, soft and consoling, grounds him just a little. reiner pulls off his signature cowboy hat, sets it on the nearby coffee table, and ruffles his hair so it falls into place. “yeah, i’m just—“ a pause amidst his sigh. truthfully, he’s here because he wants to fuck you pregnant. “i wanted t’see you, is all.” he settles on saying that instead. it’s much sweeter, all the more more romantic. less fetish-y. you probably would’ve looked at him funny if he admitted to crossing the entire farm by foot just so he could fill you up.

“aw, rei! you were missin’ me?” you laugh out of flattery. oh, your reiner. he’s so sweet in his own right. your boyfriend wants to ‘see you’, as he claims, like he hadn’t woken you up with nibbles to your neck, taken a (somewhat long, fairly busy) shower with you this morning, and ate breakfast alongside you before heading off to tend to the farm. you assume he can’t help but cling to you and want more.

it’s sudden, but welcomed, how reiner closes in on you. he draws near like a magnet, until the space between you no longer exists. he’s crouching down to the level of the chair, hovering over you to press a kiss on your lips. “mhm. missed you so bad, mama,” he mumbles against your mouth. in reply, you whisper onto his lips, something about how he’s always ‘so eager.’ he leans into you, desperate for more, and the chair creaks underneath the addition of his weight. he’s a large man, anyone can tell. his brawny build and imposing height never fail to make you feel safe underneath him. 

reiner dips his head low and plants one, two, three sloppy kisses along your warm neck, and it gets you hotter than the southern heat. he leaves saliva in his wake, trailed by the lightest of bruises from his suctioning lips. he tries to undo your clothes and his, but the small space that this decade-old chair provides won’t allow for it. besides, it wouldn’t be wise of him to make you squirt on a family heirloom. “this won’t do,” he clicks his teeth, decidingly picking you up. your legs wrap around his torso like second nature, arms circled around the back of his muscular neck.

“reiii, baby wait!” you draw out the call of his name, but all it does is coax him further. can’t you tell that your voice is only making him harder? that your whines urge him to fuck you silly? 

“wait?” he reiterates, grinding up into your clothed core. you shudder upon contact. “what for?” from beneath the denim he wears, you can feel his stiffness poke against your flimsy panties. “don’t you wanna head to bed first, honey? hm?” you whine into his neck. it takes a good eight seconds for him to respond.

“uh-uh,” reiner gives you a half-hearted grunt, with his gaze fixed on your cleavage that the low neckline of your dress presents to him. obviously, he’s interested in other things. “here’s just fine, sugar.” he’s strong enough to fuck you standing up with nothing else supporting him, and you know that. he doesn’t need a goddamn mattress.

reiner’s large hands grab at your underside, using your ass as the perfect leverage to press you close to him. this is your third time fucking this week, and it’s only tuesday. you’d mention it, but he’s too busy kissing down the valley of your breasts. impatience seeps through his every movement, from how he grasps at your thighs to keep you upright, to eagerly feeling along your lower half like it’s his first time touching your body.

“slow down, rei.” begrudgingly, reiner removes his lips from your chest. he finally calms for just a moment, so that he can meet your beautiful eyes. your face has been overtaken by a subtle pout. “m’sorry, honey,” he murmurs between a deep kiss, all wet and tongue-filled. you assume that’s supposed to be his form of an apology. his toned arm re-fastens itself around your body, holding you tight, while the other bunches up your dress and pushes down his bottoms, “but i need you. so fuckin’ bad.” you could never deny him and that sweet southern drawl. he knows that his smooth mouth works magic on you— he always gets what he wants from his pretty girl. 

now freed of any confines, reiner lowers his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, tugging himself with a low hiss. involuntarily, his hips buck. “you can finish up that skirt later, hm?” he releases himself and appoints his attention to you, the pads of his fingers circling your clit in just the way you like. your head falls forward onto his broad shoulder. “hell, i’ll even buy you some o’those frilly ones at that fancy mall you like goin’ to . . .” he utters partially to you and a little to himself, still occupied with keeping pressure on your bud. by now, with your head thrown back, you’ve already forgotten what you were working on in the first place.

having done this countless times before, reiner’s quickly able to find your dripping entrance. the drag of his tip through your puffy folds causes a ‘shlck’ sound to elicit. reiner smiles to himself; you’re embarrassingly wet. your hips begin to swivel and writhe, that’s how he knows you’re getting as needy as he. choosing not to waste any more time, he pushes himself inside with one swift motion. you cry out from the stretch, already fluttering around the first few inches he gives you. so far, it's just the tip and some, but he's so wide.

“goddamnit, baby . . . i fuckin’ love this pussy,” reiner grunts through clenched teeth. he’d usually start off with a shallow thrust and ease you into it, but he isn’t feeling as patient. every thrust is fast-paced, almost rushed. the impact has you bouncing in his arms, all as he continues his unrelenting efforts.

“s’good, rei— so good,” wavering moans spill past your lips. he hisses when your manicured nails dig into the hot flesh of his firm, round biceps. you squeeze around him until his eyes go rolling back. “i know, mama. i know,” reiner whines and groans, because it’s all he can manage to do. if he was air-headed about you earlier, surely he’s braindead now. he pumps into you rapidly, restlessly, but he still finds a way to make it feel so thorough. that’s probably because he’s fucking huge; incredibly endowed, like every other big and buff part of him. with a cock this thick, how could he not strike every nerve and hit every spot? 

he rolls his hips up into you with breathtaking fervor, fucks into you until he’s balls deep within your pulsating cunt. sweat dripping down his furrowed brow, he rasps out, “can’t wait to fill you up,” sloppy kisses follow, and his tongue slides across yours as he mumbles on about cumming inside, stuffing you full, making you his. you finally know what he’s doing, you should’ve known all along— he’s going to pump his cum into you as deep as he can get it to go. thrust his seed into your pliant womb until he’s fucked a baby into you. 

the mere thought of makin’ you a mama has his head spinning. reiner’s breath catches in his throat, and your sounds heighten in pitch— the pair of you can tell that you’re bound to reach ecstasy. he squats a bit lower, goes a little faster, attempting to propel you both into your orgasms. it’s coming on like an impending wave; your belly tightens, toes curling from where your heels dig into reiner’s strong back.

he knows you’ve come undone once your smooth, ridge-like walls begin to spasm around him, to the point where he can hardly pull back or push in further. he likes to think that it’s your pretty pussy’s way of begging for his cum. still, he doesn’t let up, not until you’re thoroughly impregnated. “jus’ a lil more. hold on ‘fa me, honey, m’kay?” he pleads through throaty whimpers. weakly, you nod. the overstim makes you pant and mewl, biting onto the damp skin of his exposed jugular to try and quiet yourself.

reiner slams you down onto him, the veins in his forearms bulging as he desperately grasps onto the globes of your ass. the resounding slap of skin rings around his tingling ears, lewd sounds floating throughout the otherwise quiet farmhouse.

“g’na let papa fill you up? yeah?” you cry out a weak ‘mhm!’ along with other pleas of how much you want it; want him. his balls twitch and his abdomen goes tense. “m'close,” he gruffly whispers. you decide to spur him on: “g-gimme your babies, papa, i need it!” that’s all he needs to topple over the edge. “oh fuck, mama— m’gonnacum,” reiner’s words jumble together when he comes, coating your insides with warm globs of white. though his thighs never cease their trembling, he still maintains a steady hold on you, keeping your limp frame upright. 

reiner stays inside as a means of keeping all his seed plugged into you, just for good measure. he doubts that he’s got enough energy remaining to round up the cattle after this. his chest heaves slowly, and his hair’s a mess from all that pulling you were doing, but he’s more than satisfied. he's even got this dumb, blissed-out smile on his face to show his content. you're sure he's knocked you up thoroughly by now.

he’ll make sure to buy you a pregnancy test by next morning. 

[st4rfckerz]

can you do puppy reader x rafe

i got a little carried away only because this was already kinda in my brain 🤭

The house was alive with music and chatter, a steady pulse of bass thudding beneath the lively hum of voices. Every room seemed packed, from the kitchen where drinks were being poured, to the living room where groups of friends huddled together and chatted amongst themselves. It was the kind of party that felt electric, but also just a little too chaotic if you stayed in one spot for too long.

You stood with your friends near the back door, laughing at a joke you barely caught. Your gaze flickered to the crowded kitchen, then to the hallway leading to the garage. The noise was starting to get to you— not in a bad way, but enough to make you crave a moment of quiet. Besides, you’d noticed the fridge out in the garage earlier and figured it might hold a drink better than whatever lukewarm mystery concoction was in your red cup.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, flashing your friends a quick smile before slipping away.

The hallway was a welcome contrast, cooler and quieter with the party’s chaos muffled by the walls. You opened the door to the garage, stepping into the dimly lit space. It smelled faintly of motor oil and old cardboard, and the air carried a slight chill. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying just enough to cast faint, moving shadows over the cluttered shelves and scattered tools.

You made your way to the fridge in the corner, pulling the door open to reveal a bounty of drinks— sodas, bottles of water, a few beers tucked into the side racks. The cool air was refreshing against your skin, and for a moment, you just stood there, soaking in the calm and scanning the shelves.

The moment didn’t last long. Behind you, the soft creak of the garage door made you stiffen slightly, your hand pausing mid-reach.

Rafe stood there with the easy confidence of someone who always felt like they owned the room, even the dingy garage. His hands were tucked into his pockets, one shoulder pressed against the doorframe, and his sharp blue eyes were fixed on you. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head slightly, studying you.

“How’d you get in here?” he asked, his voice low but carrying enough edge to make your stomach flip.

You straightened your composure, clutching the cool aluminum of the soda in your hand. “Kitty let me in,” you said matter-of-factly, shrugging as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Rafe’s smirk deepened, the shadows shifting across his face as he pushed off the doorframe and took a slow step toward you. “Kitty, huh?” he drawled, his tone somewhere between amused and skeptical. “Guess she’s just letting anybody in these days.”

The cool can in your hand grounded you as you moved toward the door, intent on slipping past Rafe without giving him the satisfaction of a reply.

But he didn’t make it that easy.

Just as you reached him, Rafe shifted, his broad frame blocking the doorway entirely. His arm stretched out lazily, his hand gripping the edge of the doorframe. The motion was casual, but his stance made it clear he wasn’t letting you leave just yet.

“Where you goin’? I’m still talkin’ to you.” His free hand shot out, catching the edge of the garage door. With a deliberate pull, he swung it shut, the soft click of the latch sealing you in. The sudden quiet felt heavier now, the distant thrum of music muffled behind the walls.

Rafe leaned back against the closed door, arms crossing lazily over his chest. He gave you that same maddening smirk, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “Relax,” he drawled. “Just figured we could finish our little chat without an audience.”

“There wasn’t a chat,” you shot back, your tone sharper now. “And there’s nothing to finish.”

But Rafe didn’t seem fazed. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’ve seen you around, you know,” he said casually, like he wasn’t cornering you in a garage. “You’re the one that’s always followin’ that John B around like a lost puppy.”

The mention of the name made you pause. Your eyebrows knit together as you looked up at him, trying to gauge where this was going. “And?” you prompted, crossing your arms defensively.

Rafe leaned against the closed door, one hand idly brushing against the frame as he watched you. “And,” he said, drawing the word out slowly, “I’m just saying, you could do a lot better.”

The statement hung in the air, heavy and deliberate.

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, your voice dripping with disbelief. Rafe’s jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, a storm of frustration brewing just beneath the surface. Before you could react, he stepped forward, his hand pressing firmly against your shoulder and guiding you backward until your back hit the cold, hard wall of the garage.

Your breath hitched as the cool surface sent a jolt up your spine. The drink in your hand threatened to slip as your fingers tightened around it, your heart pounding against your ribs.

Rafe's breath was warm against your skin as he loomed closer, his hand resting on the wall beside your head, his body pressing just enough into yours that you could feel the heat radiating from him.

His eyes searched yours, intense, unrelenting, and then his voice dropped to a low, almost predatory whisper. “You don't have to settle for him, you know,” he murmured, his words brushing over your skin like a caress. “I could make you feel so better than John B ever could.”

His hand shifted, slowly, and he let his fingertips graze the side of your arm. Your skin prickled with tension as his hand traced a line down your waist. Rafe smiled as he leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. “I know what you need,” he whispered, his gaze flicking between your lips and eyes, watching your every reaction with a mix of curiosity and something darker. “And it's not him.”

Rafe’s hand lingered for a moment longer on your body, the heat of his touch still searing your skin as his gaze held yours, intense and calculating. With a slow, deliberate movement, he stepped back. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes still followed your every move.

You didn’t waste another second. The moment Rafe stepped aside, you quickly moved toward the door. Just as you reached the doorframe, Rafe’s voice called out, sharp and commanding, breaking the heavy silence between you both.

“Hey.”

You froze, your hand still gripping the door handle.

“Just think about it, okay?” his tone dark and almost amused, like he knew exactly how much his words were affecting you.

You could feel the heat of his presence, even with your back turned. Without another word, without giving yourself a chance to reconsider, you swung the door open, rushing back to the party.

[bananielle]

having to be very quiet while with leehan in your room because you don’t wanna get caught… he was acting all cute and innocent like a puppy when he greeted your parents before going up to your room.. but the second the door to your room is closed shut & locked, it’s like he has put down that cute and bubbly mask down in a split second…

omg nonnie...this is so yummy <3

leehan is on his very best behaviour in front of your parents. he's so sweet and lovely and polite, always saying the right things. being a cute, giggly mess, promising them that he's always taking such good care of you. little did you know that he was referring to a completely different kind of care that you and your parents were thinking of.

as soon as the door closes behind him his pretty hands are all over you. he cups your face and kisses you deeply, wasting no time in letting his tongue tangle with yours. his hands roam all over your body, pulling you closer to him until it practically hurts. he's grabbing your ass and tits, sucking on your bottom lip, biting the sweet spot on your neck...anything to elicit filthy moans from you. he wants to see you fail to be quiet as he touches you.

the moment you both break apart for air, leehan would be speaking to you softly but lowly, with that pretty deep voice of his (i hate him). "need you to be quiet for me, pretty. don't want your parents to find out how good i'm taking care of you, do we?" leehan is always sweet and loving, but in these situations he finds so much pleasure in being a tease and seeing you struggle. he'd spend the rest of the night between your legs with a sickly sweet smirk on his face as threatens to deny your orgasm if you moan too loudly.

once he's done eating you out like his life depended on it, he's fucking you into oblivion. his body is pressed right against yours, one hand over your mouth as he coos and giggles at your inability to keep quiet. "shh, pretty. don't you want to cum?"

[diorgirl444]

cowboy! dodge mason x farmer’s daughter! reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ “your daddy would kill me if he heard what i’d been doing with his little girl ” “not his girl dodge, i’m yours”

actually love this one so much so i won’t be accepting any criticism sorry xxx

[sucwita]

plz remember my answer 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

[dollfacedb1tch]

idk bro but we might be shinez ‼️

(I can't choose a ssera bias..)

SCREAAAMINNNGGG I FOUND THE KAZHUA TO MY YUNJIN !!

also take all the time in the world to choose a bias, they're ALL such amazing and talented, it's def hard choosing one !! and kazhua is a greeaat start :3

[hiscitygirl]

𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣’

dedicated to making mr nash hawthorne blush

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

my cowboy ♡ : @herrcowboy

my SISTER ㅤᵕ̈: @evangalinewinters

a few lovely friends of mine: @his-littlefox @angelbellx @bingazer @hisreveriee @viivdle

my friend’s loves: @malakai-azer @grayhawt @herbeaufort (daph: TBD // love u daph) @jamesonhawthorne (jenny’s man)

// this account is purely for fun, not at all associated with the TIG rp. i just love causing fictional drama 🕺🏼

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣’ 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

[famefckr]

she    walks    out    of    her    large    walk-in    closet    and    spins    around    in    her    pretty    dress,    smiling    at    quinn    when    she    sees    him.    he'd    laid    out    the    outfit    he    wanted    her    to    wear    for    their    date    tonight,    and    she    liked    the    idea    of    being    all    dressed    up    in    something    he'd    picked    out.    and    he    had    excellent    taste.    ❝    are    you    going    to    tell    me    where    we're    going    before    we    actually    get    there,    or    am    i    in    for    a    whole    surprise?    ❞    she    asks,    leaning    in    to    look    in    the    mirror    as    she    fastens    a    pair    of    hoop    earrings.    her    makeup    is    done,    just    a    light    application    of    gloss    and    some    mascara,    no    need    to    go    too    crazy.    she    knows    he    likes    her    no    matter    how    much    makeup    she    has    on.    ❝    i'm    really    excited    to    see    what    you    have    planned    for    us.    ❞

@heartfe1t

[t3l3vangelism]

HEY TWIN!! 🙈

OMG HEY GIRL 👅😝

[silknspice]

what do you use to make ur smau? it’s so good and i’m already obsessed 😋☺️☺️

memi message for the texts, photonote for insta posts, and ifake for the lock screen images!! im honestly glad to hear ppl like it bc it was my first ever thing on tumblrrrr. every part is done except the last chapter! i want ppl to be able to finish reading it but I don’t wanna make them like a big deal so im thinking of posting all the parts privately and linking them to the masterlist. that way those who want to read them can bc the storyline/plot twist is honestly so good im proud

[pinkmirth]

begging you for more cowboy reiner smut 🧎🏾‍♀️

i’m absolutely loving the way y’all adore cowboy rei-rei as much as i do! 😩 im currently working on lengthier fics/requests for him, but im gonna spew out some of the dirty lil thoughts i have in the meantime:

this farmboy is a nasty man, i tell you! cowboy!reiner can, and will, take you at any given time of day. to him, every location on this barn is a suitable place to fuck. sometimes he’ll dick you down near the hay bales, or six-nine with you in the little cottage that he hand-built last summer; hell, he’ll even raw-dog you in the goddamn kitchen on his momma’s favorite countertop— he doesn’t care. he’s always this close to bending you over the counter, pulling down his custom denim jeans and making a complete and total mess out of you. though the rounds are satisfying, they usually go by fast ‘cause he knows he’s got chores to get back to afterwards. that’s why he fucks you like it’s the end of the world— no time to waste when you need to feed the cattle by 3pm, right? rei-rei’s a feen for quickies, okay! then later on, when the day’s work is done and he finally has time to himself, he’ll use the opportunity to handle you thoroughly, and do all the things he didn’t have the time for earlier. by the next morning, you’re still feeling the linger of him on your body. the dull ache around your hips reminds you of the countless positions he folded you into, all his dirty words . . . quite a nasty man, indeed!

[bbykissesdolls]

what can I do to get to know you better princess

you can always ask me questions and i'd answer !! :3

[sanemistar]

HII BIBI! sending in questions . . . (theres a lor😞)

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

10. what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

12. a trope you’re really into right now

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

22. do you worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

23. pick theree keywords that describe your writing

27. your favorite part of the writing process

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

OMG AYRA THANK U FOR SENDING SO MANY QUESTIONS I’LL GLADLY ANSWER THEM ALL 🫶🏻🫡 it’s gonna be a long post so buckle up 😭

q 4 :: a story idea you haven’t written yet?

a :: i got an idea for an angst oneshot while i was listening to cry for me by twice,, but not sure who’s gonna be in it 🤔

q 10 :: what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

a :: 3 years 😭😭 i wrote a drabble but i forgot abt it then i came across it while i was clearing out the drafts and found it so i picked it up again, made some changes to it and now it’s ready to be posted

q 12 :: a trope you’re really into right now

a :: my fav has always been friends to lovers with mutual pining,, i eat it up all the time !! i’ve been also enjoying enemies to lovers a lot lately

q 13 :: a fandom you’re thinking about writing for?

a :: mha !! (for shoto, touya and katsuki only) i’ve recently caught up with the manga and omg…. the todoroki family lore hit me so bad 😭 i’m also considering wind breaker and bllk

q 22 :: do you worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

a :: yea i do worry about my writing a lot, i keep thinking what if ppl don’t like it… what if it’s not up to bar with what everyone else is putting out there… but i try not to let myself drown in these negative thoughts and remind myself that i’m mainly writing just for fun and there may be someone out there who enjoys my work 🥹

q 23 :: pick three words that describe your writing

a :: tooth rotting, sickeningly sweet and cheesy 😭

q 27 :: your favorite part of the writing process

a :: seeing an unpolished piece of work come to life and become completed

q 28 :: your least favorite part of the writing process

a :: having to come up with fic titles and synopses 😭 these take SO MUCH time and effort

q 30 :: share a fic you’re especially proud of

misunderstanding !! this is by far my longest piece of work it took me like 4 hours to finish (in one sitting too)

[diorgirl444]

seven minutes of hell or dallas winston and his soc! rival are stuck playing seven minutes of heaven together

warnings: bad writing! (girlies i’ve never kissed anyone or flirted so my expression only comes from writing fanfiction so it may not be the most realistic i’m afraid), fem! reader, very self indulgent, i’m also aware that realistically socs and greasers probably wouldn’t be round the curtis brothers house together but like if you wanted realism you wouldn’t be be reading dallas winston fanfiction would you considering he’s canonically dead lol 😭, weak ending, 903 words <3

you’re going to strangle Cherry Valance after this. when she invited you and your other friends out for the evening not once did she think to mention that you were going to that side of town…

not that you have anything wrong with the Curtis brothers, they’re all lovely and very nice-looking. nor do you have a problem with any of their other friends who despite what you might think are all very sweet apart from the insufferable Dallas Winston. and you suppose it makes sense because if she had said that he was going then you would have spent another night reading shitty romance books alone in your bedroom. but still, there is no one you can’t stand more than Dallas Winston. he’s snarky and callous and violent - and beautiful.

yes, you’re not blind even you can recognize that he’s exactly your type but he pushed your buttons like nothing else with the way he patronizingly calls you “princess” and takes every opportunity to drive you absolutely up the wall. you two bicker like night and day whenever you cross paths so you honestly don’t know what Cherry was thinking. and despite that, you assumed it couldn’t get any worse. what could be worse than a party with the boy who makes you red in the face and with a desperate urge to wrap your arms around his neck and - let's not go there?

well, you were wrong anyway it can get worse and it did. because as Daryl’s taking Ponyboy to bed some wise guy (two-bit) suggests that the rest of you play seven minutes of heaven. it is quite possibly the most juvenile thing you’ve ever done and you and every intention of sitting out till surprise, surprise Dallas makes a snarky comment.

“what too good to kiss a greaser is that it princess?”

you flush angrily clearly the fact that you’re at this stupid get-together should prove that you don’t harbour any of that foolish class nonsense. you roll your eyes as you take a seat. fine, you’ll play one stupid round of this silly game you think as you spin the bottle hoping to get it over and done with. with any luck, you’ll get Johnny or something who won’t want to do anything but talk.

but no that would just be so easy so instead the Coca-Cola bottle reaches its final spot right in front of the worst person it could ever be. even he has the decency to look embarrassed with the tips of his ears tinging themselves red and taking a long swig of his beer.

“I can spin again” you shrug awkwardly not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“you can’t cheat the bottle girly” he tells you as he sets his drink down and stands up expecting you to follow after him. you can feel everyone’s gaze on your neck as you silently walk into the small cupboard with him. you hear the click of the lock and you're plunged into total darkness. your back presses up against the wall and his tall frame awkwardly clashes against yours. you can hear him muttering various expletives under his breath. god, you’re not that bad surely. the silence is loud and awkward. you swallow heavily before speaking.

“Why do you hate me?” you ask softly before you think it through. cheeks flushing so you’re grateful for the dark.

he scoffs “You think I hate you…” he says it as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

you feel insecure as you speak again, voice small and weak as you try to explain why. “well like you call me stupid things and you make fun of me and-“

he interrupts you before you continue “I call you princess 'cause you remind me of one. I wind you up because it means you look at me and you get this cute little flush on your cheeks. I don’t hate you and man I hate all that sappy stuff but I do seriously like you doll”

“wow” is all you can manage, taking in what he’s saying.

”you know this is the point where you say that you like me too sweetheart” he teases you but you’re sure theres a small twinge of insecurity in his voice and you haven’t heard a more wonderful thing in your life. he likes you.

you kiss him of course. you pull him down by the collar of his leather jacket and press your lips against his and it’s perfect. his hands wrap around your waist and he tastes like the beer and it’s perfect. you want to stay like that forever. you can hear the beach boys playing on the record play in the other room and idly you wonder why it sounds like it’s getting louder and why the room seems to have gotten brighter.

”seven minutes is up lovebirds” you hear Soda’s teasing voice ring out.

immediately you jump out of Dallas's grip like you’ve been burnt.

all your friends are gathered by the doors and are watching as Two-bit hands a dollar over to Cherry who is saying “told you they wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other”

before you can say anything else Dallas snaps at them that the games are over and he shuts the door plunging you into two obscurity again as he pulls you in.

“eager are we?” you say laughing against his lips.

“very” he says faux seriously before kissing you again.

you decide that you’re eager too.

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

[roronoaswifey]

This yo child? If so I'ma be the sassy aunt

Adorable btw <333

WHOS GOTDAMN WHITE BABY IS THIS—