#fluff writer

[daddydixonscrossbow]

smut with rick grimes?

Summary: After making it back from a run, Rick can’t help but spill the beans on how he feels about you.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, AGE GAP (reader is in their late 20’s), mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc.), killing walkers, flirting, kissing, hair pulling, biting, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), general filth

Word Count: little over 2k | unedited

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“Y/n! Behind you!” Rick tells from across the way, and you turn around, jumping back and gripping your knife harder before stabbing the walker in the head.

You watch it drop, stepping over it to kill another.

You hear footsteps run up to you and you turn around, sighing in relief when you see Rick.

“Ya okay?” Rick scans over your arms, “That walker got a little close.”

“Yeah.” You nod, running your hand over your arm, “I’m good.” You look up at him, “Are you?” He nods, a smirk fighting to make its way on his lips, “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

He looks around, “Should probably head back, though.” He looks back at you, “Only have a little bit more daylight left.”

You bend down, grabbing the backpack from the dirt, “Yeah, I think this run turned out to be a good one.”

He nods in agreement, “Yeah, let’s just hope it’s enough for now.”

“It is, Rick. Don’t.. sell yourself short. Those people appreciate everything you do. Everything you get, I know I do.”

He smiles, looking down as he nods, “I appreciate hearing that.” He nods towards the car, “C’mon. Let’s go.”

The car ride back wasn’t, too long. The whole time you kept trying to convince yourself that the tension you felt, was all in your head, but you just couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t.

As you pull up to the gate and stop, Rick’s voice catches your attention, “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Anytime. I’m always up for a run.” You smile at him and turn your attention back to the gate as it’s pulled open.

Rick drives the car up, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You smirk as you get out of the car, slinging your gun strap over your shoulder, “Do you need help with anything else?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll get someone else to help. Go wash up. You look a mess.” He chuckle slightly and you roll your eyes, giving him a smile, “I look better than you.”

He nods, tapping the roof of the car before shutting the door.

You turn away, heading for your house.

Once inside, you kick off your boots, setting your gun down by the door and you head upstairs. One thing you were really grateful for, were the showers.

After the world went to shit and you found Alexandria, you vowed to never take running wanted for granted ever again.

You switch the shower on, waiting for the steam to start rolling off before you strip down and get in.

Your mind was heavy on Rick, and nothing but Rick.

Constantly trying to figure out if there’s something between the two of you, or if you’re just making it up because of your feelings towards him.

You shake your head, trying to get the thoughts to stop as you step under the water and let it stream down over you.

After washing up, you turn the water off. You wring out your hair before pushing the door open and grabbing your towel.

You wrap it around your body before walking over to your bedroom. As you’re standing at the one dresser, you hear your front door open, and it perks your attention.

You grab the knife from your dresser, quietly moving over to behind the door when you hear the footsteps come towards the steps.

You let go of the breath you’re holding when Rick announces himself, “Y/n? It’s me.”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You yell out with a laugh, “I’m upstairs.” You hear him laugh and you walk back to place your knife on the dresser.

“Sorry, I didn’t me-“ you hear him take a deep breath and you glance over your shoulder, “Sorry I just got out of the shower.”

“No, no. You’re fine.” He chuckles, “I did too.. I just didn’t-“ he pauses, “I would have waited if I had known you..”

You turn around, shaking your head, “You’re fine, Rick, what’s up?”

He runs a hand over his hair, his eyes fighting to not trail down your body, “I um, I know I already said it, but I just wanted to say thank you again for volunteering to go out there with me.”

“It’s not a problem, Rick. Like I said, anytime.” You smile, “If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”

He nods, “I won’t.” He smiles and turns around, but stops, “You know, I’m glad you decided to stay. You’re a vital part of this place and I just wish I knew how to thank you.”

“I mean..” You laugh slightly, and Rick turns around slightly, “You mean, what, sweetheart?”

You turn around, facing your dresser and you drop the towel, “I can think of something..” you put on a shirt and turn around, “But I don’t know how you’d feel about it.”

He tilts his head, his lips forming a smirk, “y/n.”

“All you gotta do is close the door.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Rick chuckles, “You know we.. can’t do that..”

“Who says?” You shrug, tilting your head as you walk over to him, “Tell me the name of the person who said that, and I’ll kick their ass.”

Rick watches as you hand slides up his chest and you push his chin to turn his head towards you, “You know I can.”

He licks his lips, sliding his hand up your arm to your hand. He pulls it up to press it against his cheek and his other hand slides over your hip, pushing you in close to him by your lower back.

“No need to kick anyone’s ass, sweetheart.” He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your palm before he bends down and picks you up.

Your hands cup his bearded cheeks and you close the space between your lips. He groans at the touch, bending down to lay you on the bed and he crawls up so his body is hovering over yours.

His lips trail back your jaw, down your neck, and he dips his head down to pull your shirt up your body with his teeth.

“God, you are a work of art.” He groans as he kisses between your boobs, moving over to take your one nipple into his mouth.

You moan out, laying a hand on the back of his head as your back arches upward, “Rick.” You whimper out, “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckles against your skin, lifting his head to look at you, “You’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot, haven’t you?”

You nod, “I’m not going to lie.”

“That’s good.” He presses his lips to yours and he sits up, undoing his belt, “I like honesty.”

You smirk, sitting up to push his shirt up, “I really like you.” He watches at you kiss over his abdomen, jaw slack as you slide a hand up his thigh to his growing bulge.

He pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it down to the floor. He reaches down, his hand brushing down your cheek to cup your chin, “Since we’re bein’ honest here, sweetheart.” He pulls his lip between his teeth and takes a deep breath, “I’ve pictured you on your knees in front of me.”

You smirk, biting your lip, “I can do that.”

His eyes follow you as you move down off the bed, discarding your shirt before dropping down to your knees, “I’ve dreamed of it as well.”

“Fuck.” He groans as he tilts his head back, moving to stand up beside the bed. As he lays his duty belt on the floor, you work at undoing his jeans.

He watches you in awe, his hand moving to brush hair from your face as you tug his pants and underwear down his thigh.

You don’t hesitate, glancing up at him once before leaning in and taking the aching tip of his cock into your mouth.

His breath hit hitches and his head rolls back, “Shit, y/n.” He looks down, watching as you work, bobbing your head up and down.

You tilt your head back, licking up the underside as your eyes lock onto his.

His grow darker as his jaw cocks, “You really are something, C’mere.” He pulls you to your feet, sitting down on the bad as he grips your hips.

He pulls you onto him, your knees on either side of his hips and his head is tilted back, “Go on, baby.”

You nod, reaching down to hold him steady as you lower your hips. His grip tightens as he feels himself slip into you, “Fuckin’ hell.”

Your arm wraps around his neck, your other hand pressing into his chest as you moan, “Fuck, Rick.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his.

He slides a hand back up your back, pulling you into him as he lays back, “M’gonnna need you to move, sweetheart.”

You slowly raise your hips, lowering back down with moan after moan leaving your lips, “Y-you’re so big.”

He chuckles, planting kisses along your neck, “Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” You breathe out, “So good.”

You move your hips faster, your one hand pushing into the bed by his head while your other one runs up his cheek, “Needed you so bad, Rick.”

“I needed you, sweetheart.” He reaches up, turning you face towards him, “You make me feel things I wasn’t sure I believed in anymore.”

You smile down at him before closing the space. His arm wraps around your lower back, holding you tight.

You push your other hand into the mattress by his head, moving your hips faster, “Fuck, fuck. I’m so close.” You whine, “So fucking close.”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” His hands slide down your back to your ass, gripping tight, “Need to feel you.”

You whine at his words, pushing your hips down and rolling them forward as you cum, “F-fuck.” You bury your face into his chest and he takes the opportunity to roll you both over, his thrusts guiding you through your high.

He groans, leaving open mouth kisses along your neck as he thrusts in deeper. You gasp, moaning out as you drag your fingers through his hair.

His lips crash onto yours, “You take me so well, sweetheart.”

You look up at him, “Crazy to say I was made for you?” You bite your lip, your brows furrowing as he reaches between your bodies to draw circles on your clit.

“Not at all.” He smirks, tilting his head, “gonna get you to cum one more time. Can you do that f’me?”

You nod, back arching off the bed, “F-fuck, yes.”

He attacks your neck with kisses, biting and sucking at the skin, “Shit, y/n. I-I’m not-“ he groans, gripping your hip tight, “Fuck.”

He groans and your orgasm hits right as you feel his cock twitch. His fingers keep drawing circles, but they slow down, along with his thrust.

You cup his cheeks, staring up at him as you both try to control your breathing.

He gives you a smile and you lift your head up, pressing a kiss to his lip. He smiles within the kiss and leans up, “Looks like we have t’go on more runs together, huh?”

You nod, giving him a smirk, “Looks like it.”

He chuckles and bends down to grab his clothes, “I hate to, uh, run out on you, but I told-“

You cut him off, “No, it’s okay.” You put on your shirt, “Not like you don’t know where to find me or anything.”

He slips

His shirt on and nods, looking over at you while he clips on his duty belt, “Right, right.” He walks over, hands pulling you in by your hips, “Thank you.”

You peck his lips, “You don’t have to thank me, Rick. Just, believe it.”

“Believe what, sweetheart?” He tilts his head and you wrap your arms around his neck, “That love can still exist in a world like this.”

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My first ever Rick one shot - I hope you like it. Requests are open.

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[haunted4kent]

"take my breath away." k. bakugo

✧˚ · . 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; go on a walk with me, will you? lemme be romantic.

content ; swearing nd fluff >.<

word count ; 1.3k

a/n ; this account is officially a year old today !! love you readers nd hope you enjoy!!

( this is my favorite piece of writing in a while. )

Thumps thud at your window, and standing out of your bed fresh out of a shower, you pull back the curtain to see what the commotion is. Another rock flies and hits the window, making you jump before looking down to see what’s causing it, and a smile immediately tugs at your lips. Your fingertips pull open the window and he stands with a deadly grin on his face. “Whatcha doin up there dumbass!” 

“What are you doing throwing rocks at my window like you're some romantic?” His shrug is visible from down below. 

“Maybe I’m tryna change, doll.” A silence pings, before his voice rasps out again. “Change out those clothes and let’s go walk a little, whatcha say?” 

He stood down there still, looking up at you so pleadingly. “C’mon, before these damn clouds come over and it's raining. Y'know I hate the rain.”

School was always taking up both your schedules, You tried to convince yourselves that you spent enough time together, but you missed one another so badly. Like a fire in need of oxygen to survive. 

“Alright, I’ll come out the front.”  You smile, shutting your window and slipping on shoes before going down to the front door. When you pull it open, trying to avoid any loud creeks, he’s already standing in front of it, and he chuckles silently at you. “Kats.” You step out and his eyes fall down and back up. His head leans down to kiss your lips briefly, but his eye returns to that same demeanor.

 “What the hell are you wearing? Tch, You cannot go on a walk with your ass out.” His fingers pulled down on the ends of your pj shorts, which would just roll back up. “You gonna make me go change?” You whine, and his eyes rise to look at you silently. He sighs. “I have a sweatshirt in my car.” His hand taps on your lower back before sliding to the side of your hip, his free hand reaching and pulling the door shut. 

He pulls the car door open for you, shutting it after you sit in. A small tap comes from the back windshield and he points at the truck latch, and you lean to pull it. When he returns to the car, he tosses the sweatshirt into your lap. As he starts to drive, his hand creeps up to settle on your thigh. You bring his sweatshirt to your nose and it smells just like him, warm musk. His hands even sit warmly on your skin, and you're so scared he’s getting cold and he's even more scared himself is making you cold. As the car speeds up, he opens the sunroof, and the wind begins to blow in. His hair is scattered and your hair blows around your face. 

The child-like joy that radiates from the moment is nostalgic.  The rush it gave was indescribable. 

Turning up the radio to max, the lyrics began to ring out of the open windows. You shifted in your seat leaning your torso out from the window as the car zoomed beneath the tunnel. 

You could feel his grip holding onto you but his chuckles overpowered his fear. 

“The park?” You step out of the car after he pulls the door open.

“I said we were gonna go walk, didn’t I?” He shuts the door behind you, running his fingers over your wind messed hairs. He tugs at the end of the sweatshirt he gave you, pulling it down a little more to his liking. Katsuki Bakugo is not a kisser, he’ll give you a little peck, a brief gesture that tells you “I'm trying.” and that's all you need. He leans down and does just that.

Your hands intertwine and he walks sheepishly for a moment. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much as you would like, not even as much as I would like.” 

Your shoulders rise and fall. “I understand you're busy, your role is larger than mine anyway, but we're both busy so no one’s to blame. 

He sighs. “I know sweetheart, but I feel like I’m to blame.” He shifts behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a light peck on your cheek. His feet walk awkwardly around you, both walking at the same time, and a little giggle comes from your lips. “I’ve missed you, Kats, and I promise. We are going to be fine."

“I've missed you too.” and suddenly the sprinklers from the grass start, and one sputters onto the sidewalk in which you and Katsuki are walking on. “Awh fuck.” He pulls you back as he steps out from the sprinkler, shaking his head like he's a wet dog. “Don't be such a baby!” You laugh, and pull from his grasp. Looks like the wind couldn't even extinguish the fire in you, you lived for the thrill. “Doll what are you-” and before he could reach back out, you're sprinting through the sprinklers. 

He stares off in utter admiration, his eyes fogging out and making your every motion feel slow motion. “You're a moron!” He shouts, a tugging smile on his lips. You turn back and pant for a moment before yelling back. “You're a moron for not running out here with me!” 

He scoffed. “Whatcha’ say to me?” 

“You heard me.” The moment it comes out of your mouth your challenge has been accepted. You're running and laughing like a child until his hands grab around your waist and spin you both around, and once he sets you down he's running from the threat of being tackled down into the grass. You're both soaked already. “Don't run! Come to mama Kats!” You laugh, jumping onto his back, and a chuckled grunt comes from his chest as he begins to run through the sprinklers.

The grass is wet, your sweatshirt heavy and soaked, the moon shines down onto the grass just enough to glisten the sprinkler water that still rains upon the both of you as you lie on your backs, panting from the thrill. “You're such an idiot.” His head turns to you before he bursts out laughing, a laugh you've never heard out of Katsuki, and you can't help but laugh with him at your idiocy. “Admit it, you had fun.” Your laughter dies down and you turn to face him, picking at the grass. “I did have fun.” With the loose grass you glide it against his nose, and his face scrunches. “Ya because i'm the most super fun ever.”

“You're better than Kirishima or some bullshit loser like that, that's for sure.” His eyes shift down, and he looks lost, but locked on something. His eyes rise again, but his face has gone soft. “Just kiss me already.” You whisper and his body shifts forward. This is different, a kiss with a different kind of intensity. The cool water spikes across your skin, and his hair is so damp. His hand comes to grip the side of your face, a little tighter than usual. Turns out Katsuki Bakugo wasn't always an uncontrolled blaze, he could be extinguished, he could be cooled. 

“I love you.” His voice comes the moment your lips part. You open your eyes and his are so lost, almost crazed. “I love you so much, doll.” He repeats. The clouds have caught up, and he doesn't seem to care that on top of the sprinklers, the rain begins to pour down upon the both of you. 

“I love you too Suki-” You're barely even able to finish before his lips smash back into yours. 

That night, after a warm shower he crawled right into your bed, and like a child curled up beside you, his blow-dried hair fluffed up on your chest. From then on, a night didn't go by that Katsuki Bakugo didn't go home to you. You were home, you always were.

" watching every motion in my foolish lovers' game "

© haunted4kent 2024.

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I have been on an extremely long hiatus from writing and I am happy to announce that I will be coming back! I was gone due to personal reasons + getting completely burnt out from request pile up- especially all of the Ewan Mitchell requests that were coming in. After taking a long breather, I have made the ultimate decision to open up my ask box again (I did clear MOST requests. I will be writing the ones I kept over time. I apologize if yours ended up getting deleted).

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During my time away, it gave me time to think about the kind of writing I wanted to do for my fanfiction and I realized that I never enjoyed writing smut. I will still add mature content and add warning labels when necessary but I will no longer be writing and accepting requests that are pure smut.

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Hey everyone! New to Tumblr here. Like I've had this blog for like a week, but I decided today is the day I want to make a pinned post. I write fanfic and occasionally I draw. Probably won't post any art on here... but we'll see! I love listening to music and making playlists. I write mostly angst, fluff, and/ or crack stuff, and when I write fanfic, I like to take a sledgehammer to canon and reassemble the pieces. I write original fic too, and I definitely have trouble balancing the two sometimes (heck i have trouble balancing my fanfic projects alone) but I really like reading/writing fanfic and being part of the fandoms/ community, so I'm still here. :) Plus, sometimes ideas take hold of me and don't let go.

About Me:

-Rowan_Wood72 over on a03 (you can call me Rowan--> it's my pen name over there and on here)

-she/her

-loves lockwood and co, artemis fowl, hunger games, spider-man, percy jackson, and the flash

-INFJ

-likes collecting little rocks and carrying them around in pockets

-loves flannel, converse, and jeans

-so many WIPs. Like, it's not funny. I do love all of them though and I do want to finish them at some point. It might take a while, though.

-I like camping and travelling. I especially love forests. Forests are my happy place (or one of them anyway)

Current WIPs (some are posted some are not yet)

of wizards and ghosts (lockwood & co. / HP crossover)

Lucy and Lockwood find a destroyed horcrux and are accidentally transported into the wizarding world.

Lockwood and Co. and the Curse of Tom Riddle's Soul (another harry potter crossover but longer this time!)

Lockwood and Co. get a letter from Filch asking them to exorcise Peeves, except Dumbledore finds out first and tasks them with helping him find/ destroy horcruxes instead. (Basically taking ideas from of wizards and ghosts and exploring them on a much bigger/ slightly different scale)

a band AU lockwood and co fic (name TBD)

Lockwood's and Kipps' bands have to team up after both of them lose members. Then Lucy joins the band.

Draco Malfoy and the Curse of the Meddling Trio (crack taken seriously)

After Harry eavesdrops on Snape and Dumbledore, the golden trio kidnaps Malfoy to stop him from killing Dumbledore (because none of the adults are actually DOING something about this situation!).

The Box (crack taken WAY seriously to the point where idk if it's even crack anymore)

Harry accidentally brings Snape back from the dead after the Battle of Hogwarts and spends the rest of the story justifying it/ trying to figure out why the heck the fates picked Snape of all ppl.

Note: so basically all of these are crack with fluff and angst is the message here

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[atlas-affogato]

Writing fluff knowing this fic is tagged "It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better"

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas gets added to the payroll

Bruce Wayne (seeing Duke walk past his office): Duke.

Duke backwards walked to Bruce’s office.

Duke: Sup?

Bruce: Did you check your bank account? The direct deposit should’ve hit.

Duke: The what? Oh you were serious about that?

Bruce: Of course, you’re not only my son, but you do work for me and you deserve an income.

Duke: Thanks dude, but I can’t take your money I work at the library.

Bruce: Duke, trust me. You deserve this. I do it for all my kids… except Tim.

Duke: Why not Tim?

Bruce: Long story… he owns part of my company, plus he- he definitely embezzled a lot of my funds before I noticed so him working at my company is his paycheck.

Duke (alarmed): That was him?!

Bruce: Yeah, but that’s not important currently. You enjoy your first payhcheck and I’m proud of you.

Duke: Thanks man.

Duke left the office, checking his phone as he walked to his room. He nearly dropped his phone seeing the four digits in his bank account that had five dollars in it three days ago.

Duke (shocked, happy): Three- Three thousand dollars?! Woooooooo! I’m eating good tonight! No wait, game stop here I come!

Duke ran out the house passing by Stephanie and Jason.

Duke: I can finally buy a PlayStation!

Jason: Wait until he finds out it’s a monthly payment.

Stephanie: I’ll tell him later. Want to go tell Tim about it first?

Jason: 100% yes.

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shout out to my biggest fans <333

Thank you to @cinnamorollcrybaby and @mommymilker676

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[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)