#january 2021 drabble requests

[ofichinose]

So… it’s been a while…

I never really intended to take this long of an actual hiatus. I have not been writing Guren much at all since 2021, and I actually feel rather sad about that. He is a care I love dearly. Even to date, he remains my second favorite fictional character of all time.

I have been accepted into a PhD program and anticipate starting in January 2025, so I will be going back to school! I think, that will be a good time to reinvigorate this blog since Guren has always been a comfort character in times of high stress. In the meantime, I think I will try to reorg this blog some and work on trying to rebuild connections.

I’m sure I’ve lost some followers in my hiatus, and people are probably asking if I write anymore. I do, but not much here. So if you would like to hold my hand as I return here, I would be grateful for any writing opportunities (plots, drabble requests, threads, or otherwise) any of my followers would like to pursue.

I’ve missed you all, truly.

[goldendiie]

My dream rn is to be to Sherdoc what you are to Sargemore

How did you get here

Like, other than the obvious, if you had to take your most comedic guess at how you got here, what would you say

i sold my soul to the devil so then i could have internet fame by writing sarge/fillmore fanfic. slash jay.

anyway, since i have a tendency to ramble, i’ll put a serious answer under the cut. i’m going to call this G’s Path to Accidental Internet Success.

1. i joined the fandom in 2016, when i was 14. as such, i bothered literally EVERYONE and tried to make as many friends as i could. i ended up with a pretty solid group of mutuals (most—if not all— of which are now deactivated. rip.) .

2. start asking for writing requests. the stuff i started out with was always in the 50-300 words ballpark (like drabbles). the main key here is to (a) have Exactly One Thing you write about (aka sargemore), and a handful of people that are willing to engage with you on that.

some cars fandom history for you: around this time (2018-ish), we had this anon “spam” (i hate to call them that, because we are now good friends) who would send many, many, many asks into my inbox about sarge and potatoes. i was able to turn some of their asks into legitimate oneshots, or take them a little farther than they likely expected. (see: wishes, as the sun sets, or anything else i posted in the summer of 2018). i guess what you can take away from this is that ANYTHING can be turned into writing if you are deranged enough.

it was also around this time that i bought the sargemore backstory comic off of ebay, and then spent an INCREDIBLE amount of time immersing myself in sixties history to write the third blink. i started posting that in june of 2019, and it went through the beginning of january of 2021 (covid fucked up my schedule). in that time, the fic gained a pretty decent following, a lot of whom usually still turns up for anything that i post on ao3.

so, number 3: if you put a lot of passion and time and effort into your work, people will notice! if you construct a good narrative arc for your characters, and do things that people aren’t expecting, they’ll stick around. a consistent posting schedule always helps too; think of it as tuning in to your favorite television show once a week, back in the old days of cable. i know i’m not one to talk about that (we all know i haven’t posted in like six months… yikes), but i’m telling you. it helps.

4. never shut the hell up about what you’re writing. i mean, seriously. you see the shit that i post about my AU. be obnoxious. have fun. start a discussion about your characters, or the narrative. in my case, i do this easily by creating a historical discussion through the use of sarge/fillmore as figures analogous to different political beliefs.

(actually. my ploy all along was to educate you guys. i can’t tell you how many comments i’ve gotten that are people saying “i wasn’t expecting to LEARN anything from a cars fanfic, but….”)

i think that’s all. i hate to say that a great deal of this is circumstantial, because i started in a height of the fandom in 2017, and the Potato Anon summer gave me a lot to work with, and i’ve been doing the same kind of thing for almost seven years now. but i think that you could still swing it. there’s enough people in the fandom that you could definitely attract the audience you want for your writing. i’ll be proud to be a part of it!

TLDR: have friends that want to engage with your writing, stay (mostly) consistent, and create a discussion about your “content.” and, most importantly— be passionate, be real, and HAVE FUN. none of this is worth it if you aren’t enjoying it.

[minisugakoobies]

I posted 8,138 times in 2022

That's 595 more posts than 2021!

844 posts created (10%)

7,294 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sunshinerainbowsbts

@jung-koook

@minttangerines

@userhobi

@reliablemitten

I tagged 8,081 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#i am wrecked - 2,334 posts

#lovely moots - 1,289 posts

#jeon jungkook - 1,065 posts

#min yoongi - 946 posts

#thank you 💜 - 781 posts

#reader reactions - 692 posts

#icymi - 655 posts

#sr - 642 posts

#i am so weak - 634 posts

#jung hoseok - 612 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#pov: you ask the cute patron how he's enjoying the food you just served him while his mouth is full and this is his response

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

A/N: Sooooo this was supposed to be a drabble, part of my Milestone Celebration. The prompt was “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” I wrote 500 words... and then another 500... and then bloop! It became a one-shot. Originally I intended to post this on his birthday, but I'm impatient to get started on my next fic idea, so.... here you go!

Thanks to @thatlongspringnight and @namjinsmoonchile for brainstorming trivia team names.

Unbeta’d as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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714 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#4

The Prettiest Sound | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, Roommates!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, masturbating (f), accidental voyeurism

Word Count: 500 on the dot!

Disclaimers: NSFW, I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Jungkook's just heard the prettiest sound in the world.

Prompts: 1 “do you think of me when you touch yourself?” & 50 “i thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. i was wrong, it's your moans.”

A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent in this perfect pairing! It was honestly a struggle to stick to my 500-word limit! I hope you enjoy what I've written here. 💜

Unbeta'd as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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734 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#3

Kiss Me | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, College!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, dry humping, Jimin's an annoying Cupid, Jin's a shaggy-haired BMOC heartthrob

Word Count: 5.9k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Somehow all the videos you've taken all year star no one but Kim Seokjin. When did you fall in love with your best friend?

A/N: This all stems from a TikTok video montage of Jin set to "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer. Jin is truly just a 90's dreamboat living in modern times, so why not write a fic about that? Thanks to @thatlongspringnight @miscelunaaa @lavienjin @wwilloww @reliablemitten @dntaewithluv for encouraging me to do this! Dedicated to all my possums. 💕

Fic is set in the mid-to-late 1990s. Unbeta'd as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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838 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#2

pleaseeeEEE PLEASE write a drabble of hot emo hobi with the long hair falling in your face as he's above youuuuuuuu ... Begging is not beneath me

Ok, normally I would not do this since I am not currently taking requests, but I’m working through my feelings for Hobipalooza and it turns out they’re mostly 😵‍💫🥴🥵 so I gotta get them out….

Smutty drabble below the cut…

"Fuck," you moan as Hoseok pounds you into the soft sheets of his bed. The trailer rocks around you from the power of his hips. You've no idea how he has the energy to fuck you like this after tonight's performance, but you're not about to ask and break the moment.

He lays above you, propped up by his elbows on either side of your head, staring down at where the two of you meet, but at your moans, he glances up. His eyes are obscured by his long dark curls, which drip with the exertion of his movements, but his smirk is obvious.

"Is that good, baby? 'm I treating this pussy right?"

You groan at his words, wanting more more more of him. So you slide your fingers through his thick hair, wrapping the strands around your fingers, and tug.

He stills for a second.

You immediately apologize. "Fuck, I'm sorry, did that h-"

"Do it again." The command is low, a deep rumble that makes you clench around his cock.

"What?"

He reaches underneath you with a gloved hand and slides a pillow under your hips, tilting you so that his next pump hits you deep enough to make you gasp. Then he does it again as his other hand finds your laced fingers, urging them to tangle more. "I said, do it again."

So you do. You pull on his sweaty locks, swallowing his depraved groans with your mouth. Wet strands brush your cheeks as you kiss away his sounds, until his deep thrusts push you over your edge and you turn your head away, air rushing to fill your lungs so you can scream it back out in the form of his name. His rhythm slips and he coats your walls with his climax, but his hand stays on yours, and you stroke his hair as he collapses on you and even after, as your eyes both close and your breathing deepens to sleep.

1,009 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Joyride | KTH & JJK

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, strangers to lovers, College!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking pot, kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, masturbation (m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, sex on a beach (not the drink), unprotected sex (with bc), threesome, finger sucking, dick piercing, Taehyung has an oral fixation, grand theft auto, a bitch gets slapped, that bitch is Jimin

Word Count: 12.8K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Senior year spring break sucks, thanks to the annoying spoiled little rich boy who won't stop trying to get your attention. When a scenic drive in his ridiculously expensive sports car goes wrong, you meet two sexy mechanics who decide to teach him a lesson - and show you the real meaning of "joyride."

Destination: Miami, FL

A/N: Written as part of the Spring Break-ing The Rules collab hosted by @btshoneyhive! For some reason, when I read the prompt "breaking the rules," Taehyung and Jungkook immediately jumped to mind as the likely rulebreakers. Who wouldn't want to go for a forbidden joyride with those two?

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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1,533 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

I posted 2,622 times in 2022

That's 409 more posts than 2021!

879 posts created (34%)

1,743 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@withmyteeth

@potter-solomons

@darklydeliciousdesires

@draculasswife

@a-little-counter-esperanto

I tagged 864 of my posts in 2022

#mayans mc - 271 posts

#mayans mc fanfiction - 271 posts

#mayans mc smut - 166 posts

#mayans mc imagine - 159 posts

#angel reyes - 152 posts

#angel reyes fanfiction - 141 posts

#sons of anarchy fanfiction - 135 posts

#angel reyes smut - 131 posts

#tom hardy fanfiction - 129 posts

#ddd drabble requests - 125 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#i mean is it too much to ask for friends to be friends instead of shady cunts and professionals to be fucking professional???

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Alfie motherfucking Solomons - An Alfie Solomons/Reader smut drabble.

Just a quick bit of Alfie smut to keep y’all Alfie girls happy!

Words - 384

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Under 18? Bugger off!

It’s the way he sounds as he pants in your ear.

It’s the way his gold adorned fingers fist in your hair.  

It’s the sting from his other hand, repeatedly striking you on the bum, your tender cheeks sore and crimson.

It’s him. All of him. Every inch of Alfie motherfucking Solomons and how he fucks you.  

And make no mistake, he fucks you.  

Your slippery core glows with the luminosity of pleasure, his big cock stroking your walls, your wetness dripping onto the bedsheets below, his all-in, all-out thrusts rapacious, unyielding, brutal, even. But it’s a physical assault you can handle.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, darlin’. You can’t half take a bloody good pounding, eh?” He pants, voice deepened by lust, fist tightening on your roots. “Don’t you be keeping quiet, yeah? Tell me what you know I wanna hear.”

“Yes, Alfie. I can, me and my wet little cunt. Always for you.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Good girl.”  

The praise has glimmers tingling down your spine, his cock arrowing your plush deeply as you wail, so full of his thickness, your sweet spots tantalised maddeningly. His hand slips from your hair, chunky gold cool at your neck as he holds your throat, cock ramming you with force that almost borders on violence, giving every last inch of himself to you as your soft walls start to flutter around him.  

“Oh, fuck!”

“That’s right, sweet. Gonna cum hard for me, ain’t ya?”

“Yes!”

And you do. And it’s utter fire blazing through your veins.  

Your lover doesn’t stop, though, continuing pounding into you, all tender and spent, but dying to give him more, to crest for him again, his powerful fingers clutching at your delicate neck a little tighter. His hips begin to stutter, staccato pumps into you causing the embers to reignite for you again, your nerve endings singing their bliss.  

It’s how he knows he can get you there again so quickly.

It’s how he holds your neck and whispers how much he loves his dirty girl.  

It’s how he feels when he floods you with cum.  

It’s how your name sounds from his mouth as he moans out his release.

It’s him. All of him. Every inch of Alfie motherfucking Solomons and how he fucks you.  

And make no mistake, he fucks you.

452 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

#4

Break Apart - A Geralt of Rivia/Reader smut drabble.

Another for the 4K celebration! I can’t find who asked for it, though!

Words - 493

Warnings -  Smut.  Under 18? Come back when you’re old enough! This isn’t for minors.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and already you’re this wet?”  

Those were the words spoken to you by your Witcher, after you’d walked to him, invaded your undergarments with your hand and then pushed your slippery fingers into his mouth. Just seeing him again caused your desire to ignite, needing him, leading you to lay him back against a thick patch of moss and climb astride him, grinding yourself against the bulge in his britches.  

It’s always like this after he’s been away.  

Undoing his shirt as you share hungry kisses, his groans arrowing right to your cunt, so soppy and wet for him, Geralt literally tearing your undergarments beneath your dress, his need for you potently urgent. The fire of his desire is displayed right there in his eyes, staring at you intently before his mouth meets yours once more in a syrupy exchange of lust.

Sitting up beneath you, his lips move to your neck, sumptuous kisses scattered, his fingers quick and clever at your back, unfastening the buttons of your dress. “Take it off. I need you naked.” He murmurs, pulling at the fabric while you lift your arms, swathed by the layers of skirts as he eagerly tugs it over your head, rough hands touring your softness as he lies back, appreciating your body.  

Just viewing him beneath you, glittering amber eyes, stubbly jaw, wide biceps that your hands clutch upon, his broad chest heaving, you feel drunk on him. Every last inch of his body is utter heavenly perfection, but none more so than the enormous phallus you keenly impale yourself onto, watching his eyes close, his brows knitting together, a soft grunt emanating his throat.

A mist of lust creeps over your skin as you’re split wide around his girth, goosebumps prickling up over your body, your nipples pebbling, his big hands chasing the flush as he watches you intently, so full of him, the breath knocked from your lungs when he moves to dagger you entirely, your summit breached, his cock evoking tingles to soar up your spine.

“Fuck.” He grunts, and his voice all gravel, watching your soaking plush gloss his cock thickly as you move upon him with unfettered vigour, a flush of pleasure beginning to wind in your core, like a small tornado starting to whirl, your fingers flexing at his sides as he moves beneath you with ardent purpose.  

He has you softly shuddering, each stroke of his cock along your molten walls evoking shudders, the exquisite deepness of him filling and emptying you making pleasure burn through your veins, tingles soaring over your body. The friction becomes tighter as you clamp upon him, Geralt fighting the hard clutch of your cunt, gripping your waist and arrowing you harder, smirking as you mouth opens and your voice breaks apart upon his name.  

“Cum for me, my darling.”  

And you do. And it’s pure magma.  

Of course, he’d never deliver anything less.  

A/N - Did you like it? Please do show me with a comment and/or reblog! :)

466 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

Beast - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Drabble.

We’re kicking off the smutty sleepover right now, besties! Here’s my first drabble request for the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off” chosen by my beautiful @potter-solomons​!

Warnings - Female reader x Dom Alfie. Very, very dom Alfie! Smut below the cut. Minors DNI!

Words - 565

“Look at you, my little princess. Fuckin’ dying for it, ain’t ya?”  

Shifting against your restraint, the leather of his belt binding your arms behind your back, you nod, the gag of your own underwear pushed into your mouth preventing speech.  

“Come sit on me.” He commands, taking your waist and guiding you to his thigh, your apex hot and wet with need against him. “Oh, you were hoping for this, eh?”  

He takes his rigid cock, giving it a few pumps within the strong clasp of his ring adorned hand, staring you in the eyes as he does it, wringing pre-cum out, his other hand pulling the knickers from your mouth. “Speak.”

“Yes, Alfie. I want your cock, I want to ride it so badly, or for you to touch me. Please, just touch me!”

“Bit desperate, ain’t you?”

“Mmmm, always for you.” The heat of his thigh against your bare sex is torture, longing for him to sate you with fingers, or perhaps his skilled mouth, have his tongue lick the relief of divinity against you, but no. He is not forthcoming. He’s talked you into this state, his commands making your cunt puddle, and now, it would seem, it is your problem to deal with.  

“If you want gratification so badly, then you’ll have to seek it yourself.”

You whine petulantly, Alfie giving you a little slap at the cheek in correction.

“Don’t be naughty, right?”  

“I’m sorry.”

“Good girl. Now, as I was saying. If you want it, seek it yourself. It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“May I?”

His eyes glitter at you like two smoky sapphires, the control he has over you making the dark skin of his cock flush, his chest heaving out a little with a shuddered breath. It’s killing him too, not to impale you upon it, but the sweet torture will make the end result all the more worth it. He has you exactly where you need to be.

“You may, princess.”

Tightening your thighs around his, you begin to rub yourself, the hot bulk of solid muscle giving your clit all the friction it needs to begin sparking, tingling as you grind, your mouth falling open as you gasp softly. Oh, it’s so delicious, the soft hairs adding to your stimulation, your whole body an absolute tempest of delight for that gratification.  

You leave him slick, the unashamed gush from your cunt soaking him as your hips purl, staring at him, Alfie grasping your jaw and stealing smoking, messy kisses from you. “Yeah, you grind away, love. That’s what you needed, ain’t it?”

“Yes.” You pant, moving faster against him, riding that solid mass of thigh as if your life depends on it, grinding so hard, the press has you sparking to euphoria quickly, all that pent up arousal finally able to release.  

And it does, soaking him as you wail, the leather belt creaking when your arms flex with exertion, his eyes never leaving yours as you cum hard on his thigh. It’s so magmatic, it even leaves him breathless.  

“Mmmm, good girl. I suppose now it’s only fair you get to have a go on the beast, eh?”

He lifts you, positioning himself at your fluttering entrance, letting you slide down on him fully with a gasp. And what a beast that cock of his truly is.  

541 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#2

Sweet Surrender - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Drabble.

Mainly caused by the thirst spree @potter-solomons​ and I ventured into yesterday! Here, some Alfie filth for you to hopefully enjoy!

Words - 912

Warnings - Pure filth below the cut. 18+ only!

“I think I fancy something sweet after that,” Alfie announces, reclining back in his armchair after dinner.

“I made steamed treacle pudding,” you state, hovering at the kitchen door, ready to fetch him a bowl.

“I know, I can smell it. I likely will have some later, too. Firstly, there’s something sweeter I want in my mouth. Get them clothes of and get on the rug, arse up.”  

You pause for a second, raising your eyebrows.  

“I ain’t one to wait, darlin’. Do as you’re told, yeah?”  

You make a seductive show of stripping each item off seductively, maintaining eye contact with him throughout. The way he stares at you so approvingly throughout makes excitement stir in your belly, your little silky Frech knickers the last item you remove, pulling the elastic back between your fingers and firing them at him, snorting with laughter when they land straight on his face.  

“Ahh, lovely. My favourite smell,” he says from behind the silk, breathing in heavily, the deep baritone of his rumbling laugh filling the room as he gets up, casting them to the floor while you position yourself as instructed upon the rug, Alfie moving his bulky form across the room to kneel behind you. “And now for a bit of my favourite taste.”  

You elicit a soft gasp when you feel his thumb touch your clit, beginning to stroke in agonisingly slow, circular motion, his lips pressing in a kiss on your bum cheek before his tongue delves between, wasting no time in his desire to rim you hungrily. He groans, all hunger and wantonness, his full beard so soft against you, tongue laving at your arsehole with thirsty greed.  

You yelp with surprise when he spanks you, his big hand grasping the stinging cheek thereafter, the coolness of his gold rings upon your warm flesh scintillating, tongue driving against your puckered little hole harder, thumb rubbing rhythmic bliss at your aching bud. You grit and mewl, your hands clutching at the thick, white fur rug beneath you, his hot breaths blasting against you as he pants with desire.  

“Does that feel good, m’love?”

“Fucking hell! Don’t stop!”

He chuckles throatily, his tongue quickening. “I’ll take that as a yes. Fuck, you’ve got such a sweet little arsehole, darlin’.” He bites your bum cheek, growling with arousal before returning his tongue to where it did such a thorough job at licking you relentlessly, thumb swirling over your bundle a little slower, each sweep sending a hot mist of pleasure up your spine.  

He pauses again, bringing his mouth around to kiss your stinging cheek, smacking his hand twice off the other instead, watching keenly as your body ripples with the excitement he invokes. Like some kind of sexual wizard, he conjures pure magic in you, thumb moving to allow for his tongue, which he drags flat against you, tasting your soaking folds keenly, ending at your star once more, but not limiting solely to there.  

He circles at your clit with the very tip of his tongue, flicking back and forth, rendering you a panting, shaking mess. Another couple of sweeping, long licks send you reeling, pushing inside to tongue fuck you before closing his mouth over your entire slit, sucking, biting softly, groaning as you flood his tongue.

His thick rings leave welts behind upon your sore flesh as he spanks you again, large, red handprints left upon you, marking your skin, branding you.

“Bloody hell, I wanna actually eat you, bite bits of you off. Fuck, you taste so good. I could drown in this pretty little cunt, my sweet dove.”

“I think that’d be entirely possible, with how wet you’re getting me.” His tongue continues to swirl through your pink, from your clit to your arsehole once again, probing inside of you, he spares nothing in completely wrecking you with the talents of his eager mouth. His big hands grasp your bum, short nails leaving red crescents behind, turning you onto your back and reconnecting his tongue at your apex once more, his stormy blue eyes fixing upon yours as he sucks your clit with a satisfied grunt.  

Your nerves jangle as he sends bliss firing through you, each lick so hard and relentless, his goal, as ever, to make you cum all over his tongue. Nothing turns him on more than having you come undone completely against his mouth. Strong fingers grasp your thighs with a powerful grip, all predatory as wet heat sends molten tingles shooting through your veins.  

“Ain’t even gotta move, all I need to do is stick my tongue out and watch you grind that pretty little cunt against it. Fuck yeah, love. You enjoy yourself there.” He encourages, doing just that, groaning in abandon as he watches you do it, your hips moving in frenzy as you pant and writhe wildly for him. You clutch his hair and scream his name as the coils tightens sharply, tugging at your insides, shattering completely as you crest, nirvana washing over you, reduced to a quivering mess upon the rug.  

“Fuck... fuck...” you sigh, enraptured, warm and tingly all over. “Give me your cock, Alfie.”  

He smirks, not even bothering to undress, merely undoing his trousers enough to allow for him to pull that big, thick, beast of a cock out, pushing your legs open wide and sinking it straight into the confines of your fluttery heat.  

What you enjoy with him on the rug definitely has more steam to it than the pudding.  

A/N - Did you like it? If so, please support your hard working aurthor with a comment and a reblog! :)

577 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Queen of Camden - An Alfie Solomons/Reader one shot story.

It’s here! The last part of my Alfie three part series. Get comfortable as it’s a long read!

Words - 4,139

Warnings - Oh, so much fluff and romance! And then, yes, glorious smut!

“Mornin’, darlin’.” His usual boom unusually makes you jump that morning, sat behind your desk at the distillery, your boss and lover greeting you with his ever-present cheer whenever he sees you. “Bloody hell, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s up, love?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Don’t bloody lie to me, sweetheart. In here, now.” Of course, he knows you well enough by now to know if something is wrong. He knows you ten times better than Billy, who is yet to even cotton on to the fact you’re being unfaithful to him. Rising from behind the sanctuary of your desk, you follow him into his office, your mind ticking like a pocket watch, knowing that the time is up.  

You have to tell him.  

“So, why does my little dove look so daunted, eh? What’s the matter?” He asks, in a tone way softer than he ever lets anybody else hear. He’s softened to you, though. It’s what makes it all the harder, as you’re expecting the mother of all scorching tempered, verbal blow ups in the wake of what you need to reveal.  

“Because, Alfie,” you begin, watching him fold his arms as he leans back against his desk, viewing you curiously. “I’m pregnant. And yes, you’re most definitely the father.”

At hearing such news, he takes a moment, looking stunned, running his hand over his beard and then through his hair. He doesn’t look angry at all, though. In fact, his reaction is the absolute last you expected, his shoulders dropping as he lets a relieved sigh. “I was expecting you to tell me Billy had smacked you one or something!” Pulling you close, he strokes your back. “How bloody wonderful is that, eh? You, me and a little baby.”

“You’re happy?” Your head nearly hits his chin with the speed you look up at him with.

“Ain’t you? You’ve wanted to be a mother for a long time now, it’s just the pillock you’re married to couldn’t make that happen. Now, unless you’re completely fucking blind, I do, sort of, have a bit of a soft spot for you, to put it mildly. In other words, my darlin’, I’m completely head over fucking heels for you, if truth be known. So yeah, I’d say I’m happy.”  

There’s no other reaction. As soon as you hear those words, you burst into tears. “But it’s such a mess, though! I’m married, and It'd be such a scandal! Leaving my husband because I’m carrying another man’s baby! Alfie, what the fuck do we do?”

He mulls your question over for a few moments, nodding to himself before lifting your chin, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “We go to your house, pack your belongings, I’ll get one of me lads to follow in another car, put said belongings into the cars, drive them to mine, unpack, and then I go pay Billy a visit at the steel works while you get accustomed to your new home. Then I take you to lunch. How’s that?”

“What about work? I need to come back in, I have a lot to do today.”

“You think I’m gonna let any wife of mine work? You’ve seen my house, darlin’. I ain’t short of a bob or two.”

“But I’m not your wife.”

“Why you arguing with me, eh?” Immediately, you begin to giggle. “Eh?” he further questions comically, tickling your neck with his fingers. “You will be soon enough. You realise you have to convert though, don’t you?”

You gasp, eyes wide. “I’m not going to be your dirty little shiksa any longer!”

Your comic tones have him laughing, a happy rumble deep in his thick chest. “I’m happy enough with you being my dirty little Mrs Solomons. We’ll go see the rabbi tomorrow morning, fast track you through it. I’ll give him a few quid to help you as much as you need.”

It’s all flying at the speed of light, this future you’d secretly fantasised about, but you’re so giddy with happiness, you don’t question it at all.

“So, what are you going to say to Billy? I feel like I should say something, being as I’m the one leaving him. It’s only right, only proper.”  

Immediately, he snorts. “You ain’t proper! Not when you let me give it to you up the bum last week!”

“Alfie!”

“What? It’s just us!” And when it is just you, he’s right. You’re far from proper. “You ain’t gotta say nothing, my sweetheart, alright? He’s been a right rotten cunt to you, so don’t you worry your pretty little head over anything. Alfie’s gonna get you out of all of this, reputation intact, and everyone giving Billy a hard time, as he bloody deserves. Now, give me a big ole’ smacker and let’s get going, eh?”

Smiling, you gratify his wishes, kissing him deeply before going out to get your coat, pulling it on. It’s bitter in London, snow under foot, winter chill all around. “We’re gonna do something about that terrible excuse for a coat too before we go to lunch, love.” You head out to the courtyard, Alfie’s driver throwing down his cigarette and jumping into the car, Alfie holding the door open for you and then turning to bark orders at another man, telling him to follow them in the other automobile present outside of the distillery.  

Once back at your house, you pack up everything you want to take with you, Alfie having the foresight to get his lads to bring a few wooden crates, your possessions fitting well enough into both cars. It seems to move like a blur, the swiftness of your life changing completely. Life with Alfie Solomons is like that, though. When he wants something done, it happens.  

Upon arrival at your new home, he brings all of your items up from the cars, dismissing his lads when they’ve done their bit, kissing you goodbye on the doorstep before he’s off again, making things happen. You have no idea what he’s going to say or do to Billy, but you just hope to god that it doesn’t involve violence. With the father of your child one of the biggest gangsters in London, though, you’re well aware that such isn’t promised.  

While you unpack, Alfie strides with purpose through the main gates of Thomas J Kirk and Sons Steelworks, drawing stares from those he passes, heading straight into the main entrance.  

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Wonderfully Worried || JW: Dominion Fluff

Summary : You and Ian Malcolm have been together for a few months now and despite actually being there with him physically, the thought of no longer having him by your side at all causes a lot of worry.

Pairing : old! (but still hot) ian malcolm x female reader

Warnings : slight mentions/talk of de*th (a), shock, fear, bugs, car crash, fire

Word Count : 1,098 words

A/N : . Jurassic World: Dominion spoilers through entire post . After watching the film, I just had to write this! <3 It's kind of obvious what scene inspired this, heh. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work!

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You were helping Ian press buttons on the panel, hoping that the correct combination of numbers would do the trick in order for Ellie, Alan, and Maisie to reach safety. Luckily, all of that button mashing seemed to work out just fine.

Afterwards, you and the group got in a car together only to realize there were oversized locusts falling from the sky, on fire. You sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle across from Ian who was sitting in the drivers seat. Ellie and Alan sat in the back with Maisie in the middle.

Ian looked quite panicked at the situation happening quite before his eyes, "That's Bananas."

You yelped as the falling locusts caused the vehicle to crash as it teetered you took a few deep breaths while Maisie seemed like the only one with anything helpful to say. The car flipped upside down as she started to cry.

Your vision was a bit blurry as you glanced over at Malcolm, reaching your hand out toward his as the two of you linked your hands together.

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips when looking over at Ian's confused expression as he stepped out of the wrecked vehicle along with the others. He seemed surprised to see his old pals along with some new faces.

Loud stomping from a dinosaur was heard from afar as Alan and Owen both said, "Don't move." You accidentally stepped on a branch while hiding behind Ian, scared that the dinosaur would somehow see you before the rest of the group. The dinosaur looked like a T-Rex but it's frame was much larger. Alan explained to the group that the species is called an Gigantosaurus.

A gasp nearly escaped from your lips as your mouth opened wide but before you could make any noise, Ian pressed his lips against yours while both of your hearts beated rapidly against each other. Your chest pressed up against his, the moment becoming more heated by the second but unfortunately more pressing matters were at play.

"Go to safety." He told you before you ran off with the rest of the group and up the ladder. Ian stayed behind and hid in the flipped over car, the foot of the Gigantosaurus mere inches away from crushing him.

A thud was heard as the Gigantosaurus gnawed through the metal ladder like it was nothing, Kayla encouraged Maisie to keep climbing as the others soon followed.

The Gigantosaurus roared in all of there faces, including yours. Fear took over your body, unable to move as you stood still and watched Ian risk his life for a second time in a row. You didn't want to see the love of your life die.

He threw the fire locust on a stick into the dinosaurs mouth and it seemed to get the job done. Ian slipped while going up the ladder and luckily Alan was still there to save him because you were in pure shock, still inert until he finally made it up the ladder safely.

After a bunch of stunning blows to the dinosaur from the group, it finally left you and the others alone.

You took this opportunity to catch a few breaths.

The group chatted for a bit as Ian stood beside Kayla on one side of a white table and you on the other, he began to unbutton his shirt while Kayla shook her head no at Ian. Your cheeks grew warm at the sight of Malcolm, you wanted to tear the shirt off of Ian right then and there but it wasn't exactly the best time or place.

"Y/N, you feeling alright?" That all too familiar voice asked you in a cocky tone. You were staring at him unknowingly and gnawing at your lower lip so hard that it left an indent on the bottom. Ian had already buttoned his shirt up which was disappointing to say the least.

"Yeah, I'm feeling alright... thanks for calming me down out there." You winked gently over at him although your heart was still beating fast.

You and Ian Malcolm had met a few years back and wanted to work together on taking Biosyn down. Being younger than him has never phased the two of you.

Kayla walked over toward Ian as you walked toward Owen, making small talk. Ian stared at you and admired all of your features, getting lost in your beauty. Kayla grinned just a bit, "Wish I had a woman that looked at me like that, true love right there."

Tears began to run down your face as the emotions from recent events finally hit you. Ian had been through so many near death experiences and most of them were just stories to you, experiencing them first hand brought a whole new feeling and not a good one at that.

Owen frowned, you had helped him train the raptors in the past and he didn't want to see one of his friends in pain. He pulled you into a side hug, "I'm always gonna be here for you, Y/N. I promise. Take care now and if that Rambo dude ever treats you wrong... let's just see how much he likes a raptor bite to the ass."

Shaking your head, you chuckled at Owen's comment. He always knew how to put a smile on your face even on the darkest of days. "Thanks for helping me feel better, I'll catch up with you all in a few." He nodded and waited for Kayla to finish her conversation with Ian.

As soon as Ian noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, he rushed over and pulled you in for a huge bear hug.

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Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble

Summary : Two men in your life, one at Alexandria, and the other a proud leader of the saviors. Who would you choose?

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon x Negan Smith

Warnings : blood, vomit, weapons, cursing, sickness, guns, liqour, pain-killers, and smut if you wince.

A/N : Been a long time since I wrote something but I came up with this little drabble and thought it would be fun to share. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7. Keep hateful comments to yourselves please, likes/reblogs are appreciated. No stealing my work. I'm not the best at writing, bare with me. Enjoy. <3

Bitten mere hours before, weakness began to take over, each movement proving to be a challenge. Raising up your crossbow, aiming to shoot the walkers, only to discover there are no arrows to be found. Daryl took you out often for hunting lessons, he was the one who taught you how to use the crossbow. Daryl sighed when approaching you, he took notice that you looked quite pale. Aiming for the heads of the undead, he shot them before retrieving his own arrows. "You're burning up, Y/N." Daryl pressed his palm against your forehead, feeling the warmth building up on your skin, sweat drenching your clothing but there was no way in hell you would be telling Daryl that you got bit just from attempting to save someone that turned out to be a savior, well if you wanted to call Negan that. Negan had been surrounded by ten walkers, sure he would be able to handle them all on his own but you wanted to help out.

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, Daryl told you to leave it be. You were in no shape to fight, let alone walk. Daryl helped you get on the back of his motorcycle before he hopped on the front of it. "We'll go hunting in a few days. Left some traps out so the walkers don't get to the food first." He insisted, the loud hum of his engine could be heard while more walkers were left in the dust.

"Daryl, I'm fine." You grunted when he went over a bump in the road, hitting your arm in just the wrong way. Not wanting to tell Daryl you were bitten, you set the crossbow over your arm with a wince.

Sooner or later, he would be able to tell that something is up with you. The familiar southern-accent of his drawing deep before the next words came out of his mouth, "What's wrong, Y/N? The last time you looked at me that way was well when..."

Swiftly placing your finger upon his lips, you gently grinned while glancing up and down at Daryl. "When we drunk-fucked and tied each other up?" You asked him innocently, gripping onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it, your stomach doing back flips, and it wasn't just because you brought up your past relationship with Daryl.

"I'm feeling ill..." Finally admitting this, Daryl slowed down some to check up on you. "Taking the leather jacket off would help." Daryl responded with snark in his comment. Hesitant to take the leather jacket off, you did it anyways. Negan gifted you one identical to his, except your name was spelled in italics along the leather backing.

Daryl eventually stopped his motorcycle completely, covering his tracks after the fact. Then he glanced over at you with worry in his eyes. Flinching when he helped you remove the jacket, no knowledge of what he was going to say about your current infection from one of the walkers. Tears began to roll down your face, knowing what had to be done in order for your survival. You were bitten directly below the elbow, trying your damnest to hide the bite for as long as possible. The sight of blood never seemed to bother you but the idea of having your own arm chopped off was something completely different.

"Y/N... why didn't you tell me about this sooner!?" Daryl questioned, holding your arm out which revealed the bite mark, "How on earth did this even happen- I thought you knew better." Frowning at his words, you didn't like when Daryl raised his voice at you which rarely ever happened. He knew your past had been rough aswell. Shrugging, "I don't know D, saw someone surrounded by walkers and didn't think twice. When getting closer, it turned out that Negan didn't need saving and it was just a trick to get me closer to him..." Sighing, the next words coming out of your mouth would be hard for Daryl to hear.

*earlier that day*

Negan wasn't letting you go that easy. You took five of the walkers and he took the other five. Swinging Lucille around in his hand proved to be no problem when taking the walkers out. You thought that five was no big deal for you aswell, usually being able to take that many down on your own.

With hitched breathing, you spoke out, "Four down and one to go. No big deal." Speaking to yourself, Negan raised his eyebrow as he watched how things went down. The two of you definitely had a past with each other aswell. Going to Alexandria on your own was a risk but if the people of Alexandria saw Negan and the other saviors trying to sneak on base, all shots would be fired.

It took a long time before warming up to Rick and the others, over the years they started to trust you. Allow you to make runs while being supervised. You would write to Negan with every chance you got, trying not to get caught. Telling him how much supplies Alexandria had left or were hiding. You told him about the guns they were hiding aswell.

Deep down in your gut you felt like this was wrong. On one end, you didn't want to betray Negan because he was the one that saved you before meeting Daryl. Negan fed you and took care of you, all you had to do was keep watch and make sure no one was double-crossing Negan, seemed easy enough. On the other hand, with each hunting lesson and run you did with Daryl, you felt yourself growing closer to him each time.

You didn't want to choose between the saviors or the people of Alexandria but Negan had told you that there would have to be a decision made down the road. Part of you just wanted Rick and Negan to get along and make peace but there wasn't a high possibility of that ever happening.

On one of your runs, you and Daryl stumbled upon some rope and left-over liqour, as the two of you had packed up your bags, the light-bulb went off in your head, putting two and two together. Although you and Daryl don't talk about that night often, it was definitely something special the two of you had shared in the past. Once sobering up, you cuddled half the day away.

Negan could tell you were struggling with the walker, a grimace mixed with his signature grin sprawled across his face while watching you. You couldn't tell if he actually got a kick out of seeing you struggle like this. Your knife had fallen out of the pouch and Negan had stolen your arrows before all this happened. You could have reached for the arrow to stab the walker in the head. "I'm going to fucking kill you when this is-ouch!" A loud scream parted your lips as you felt the walker tearing into your flesh.

Fear took over as you crawled away from the rotten creature, tears rolling down your face. Negan luckily caught on, he walked over and bashed it's head in before the walker could have done more damage then was already done.

"Now, what was that you were saying 'bout killing me? Little ol' you is gonna kill me with a crossbow? Knew I had a reason for stealing them." Once again, Negan swung Lucille around while speaking with you, the man standing before you struck fear into whatever was left of your soul.

Rolling your eyes at Negan, you had little time or effort in putting up with his shit. "Just shut up and give me your shirt."

"Knew one of these days you would wanna see me shirtless, sweet face." A groan escaped from your lips, hearing the nickname Negan gave you. Negan tore the cloth on his shirt, throwing it in your direction.

Bleeding out, you swiftly wrapped the cloth around your wound, tying it tightly. "Fucking hell, Negan. Stealing my arrows? Are you really that fuckin' low?" Seething in anger, you stumbled up off the ground, holding your wound, eventually you heard the engine of Daryl's motorcycle in the distance.

"Go, now. Before my cover is blown and Daryl sees you." You pushed Negan away but the little force didn't even make him move an inch. "Oh, and also I hate you so much."

"I hate you too." Negan embraced you, pulling you in for one long and passionate kiss. It felt much needed, being away from him this long proved to be difficult. Sure, Negan would leave you for dead but something small inside of you cared for this man.

*currently that day*

"Negan could have saved me like he did with the others. He watched the walker bite me and just stood there, D. I get that he is a monster but one would think that even Negan cared about my well-being."

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Gold, Baby, Solid Gold.

Summary : Sully could never take the hint about you having feelings for him so one night in your shared hotel room, you decide to wear a golden dress in attempts to get his attention.

Pairing : unchartedfilm!sully x f!reader

Warnings : swearing, pet names (princess/babygirl), oral (f recieving), face riding, fingering, cum talk, french kissing

Word Count : 1,589 words

A/N : This is Uncharted film based after the main events of the film happened. Alludes to a few spoilers, I had a really fun time writing this because I've literally watched the film 100 times already and Uncharted 4 is basically all I play now. Enjoy! Likes/Reblogs are appreciated! No stealing my work!

Going with Sully on adventures had definitely been different than going on them with Nathan. You viewed Nathan as a brother figure even though he already has one. Sully never seemed to get it through his thick skull that you actually developed feelings for him. Being around Sully caused your heart to skip beats and butterflies would flutter around in your stomach.

Sully’s a cockroach when it comes to gold.

Braddock's voice rung through your ears even hours later. You were grateful for Sully saving Nate instead of grabbing his satchel of gold. You always viewed Sully as the 'save himself only' type of guy so his actions today caught you by surprise. The sun went down and Sully would be back toward the hotel soon.

Nate knew how you felt about Sully so he decided to head back early while you and Sully stayed the night at the hotel. Quite ironically, he was busy picking up some Papa John's for a late night snack. You had warned him not to go back after smashing the glass toward the location earlier. When did Sully actually ever listen to you though? He never seemed to get the hint of you having feelings for him.

The cat meowed at the edge of the bed wanting attention. You pet his cat before standing up and opening your bag up. Holding up the golden dress that glimmered along with the lighting, a smile spread along your lips. You were saving the outfit for an undercover mission but you didn't know when you would be alone with Sully again and him actually being in a good mood for once.

Entering the washroom, you pinned your hair up while slipping your clothing off and the golden dress put on afterwards fit your figure perfectly and admired it aswell.

I’m literally in a Papa John’s right now.

You practically screeched when hearing Sully speak through the phone. "Did you uh- butt dial me again? What did Nate say about keeping so many apps open?" You questioned Sully with a chuckle.

Sully proceeded to order the pizza for you two before hearing your voice. "I'll be there in ten." Sully informed, you didn't know who seemed to talk more, you or him.

"You don't need Tinder around tonight..." Mumbling up against the speaker while your cheeks tinted red. "What was that?" He questioned while picking up the pizza and entering his car. "Uh, nothing-" You hung up the phone before giving Sully the chance to answer.

While waiting for his return, you pulled out your makeup pouch and applied some red lipstick along with other makeup that complimented your skin tone.

If we find the gold, we find him too.

You waited patiently at the doorway for Sully to arrive. Pairing your golden dress along with some black combat boots. Heels would be the obvious choice but you were aiming for comfort tonight. Hearing the door knob turn, you jumped up in excitement and ran toward the bed, trying your best to look sexy.

Sully held the pizza in his hands with his phone sitting on top of the box, he nearly dropped both on the floor when seeing you all dressed up just to impress him in hopes that he would now take the hint.

"Wow, Y/N. You look stunning." His eyes wandered along your body briefly, "Really been paying attention to how much I love gold, huh?" You nodded, the smile creeping across your lips again.

"Hey, listen... Sully, I need to tell you something." You sat up on the bed and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe it will be easier to hear when sitting down." You added.

Sully listened and sat down at the edge of the bed beside you. "What is it, Y/N? Did someone steal my stuff again? Wouldn't be the first time." You shook your head at him, "No, silly."

"I... well wanted to tell you that I have had feelings for you quite a long time now. Well... just a few months but-" You were finding it hard to form sentences, actually confessing this to Sully instead of infront of your mirror while alone was different. He was actually here and listening to you, being respectful. What if he doesn't like you? The thoughts starting to make your head spin while sweat started to form on your palms. Great.

"I really really like you, Sully." You eventually got out as his hazel eyes met with yours. He placed his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb up against it before responding. "I really really like you aswell, Y/N. For a long time now but I was nervous because of my reputation with women in the past. I didn't want to ruin something before we even started it, but yes I do have feelings for you."

Sully telling you this felt like a breath of fresh air, he felt the same way toward you. Getting caught up in the moment, you placed your arms on his shoulders while he positioned his arms on your hips and waist.

"Mm, dressed up in gold all for me? I love it, babygirl." Sully teasingly whispered in your ear before placing his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened as you parted your lips for him to enter his tongue in your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance while kissing, twirling your tongues around with one another. A moan escaped your lips at the sudden thought of him using his tongue on you in other ways.

Sully took his lips off yours and took a deep breath. "I must be fantastic at kissing if I already have you moaning." He teased with a wink.

Rolling your eyes at him with a chuckle, you glanced at his lips before looking at all of his other features. "No clue what you're talking about. The pizza is gonna get cold if we wait any longer."

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Time Flies, Drunk Ties || TWD Drabble

Summary : A normal supply run with Daryl turns into something much more.

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings : talk of killing/blood, weapons, drinking, alcohol, unprotected sex, self pleasure, anal, rope play

A/N : This is what happened when the reader/Daryl got drunk together one night. I hope everyone enjoys this. Likes/Reblogs are appreciated. <3 Might be the last thing I write for awhile, my anxiety is bad. Editing requests are open though. Feel free to dm/send in an ask! <3 No stealing my work either! I'm aware that this isn't the best writing ever. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7 before Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble.

This morning you were supposed to meet up with Negan but Daryl had insisted on you joining with him on a run for supplies. You didn't really see the point in doing supply runs anymore but it kept Negan happy and he didn't kill as many people when you were around him. Who were you kidding... Negan killed your friends in cold blood directly infront of you.

Packing up the last bit of things before heading out of Alexandria for the day, you grabbed some bottled water, canned goods, and your lucky knives. One could never go wrong with bringing knives. Sure, you had one pistol full on ammo with the crossbow over your shoulder aswell.

Daryl often commented about how long you took when having to leave and actually do something. He waited for you on his motorcycle while you hugged your friends goodbye. With walkers roaming around nearly ever corner along with other dangers, you never knew what goodbye would be your very last.

"Goodbye Rick, I think I'm gonna miss you the most." You grinned up at him gently before setting your hand in his hair and messing with it. His cheeks crinkled up while beginning to smile as he shook his head at you.

"Guess this is payback for messing up your hair that one time." Rick teased, you rolled your eyes up at the man before saying goodbye to Carol.

"I think Pookie over there is starting to catch butterflies in his stomach for you." Glancing back toward the gate, you saw Daryl on his motorcycle while catching a look at you every once in awhile. Both him and Negan caused butterflies in your own stomach, all for different reasons.

"N-no-" Stuttering, you shook your head while staring down at your combat boots. "Daryl doesn't like me that way, does he?" Cheeks growing warm at the thought of Daryl sharing the same feelings as you.

Carol shrugged, "Maybe he does. If you have to ask the question, then the answer is probably yes. Now get goin' before he decides to leave you behind." All jokes aside, you knew that Daryl would never do that.

Making your way toward Daryl, a smile spread along your lips while throwing one leg over his motorcycle along with the other. "Let's get going, slow-poke."

"Mhm, I'm the one that is slow." Daryl responded, two members of Alexandria opened up the gate as you and Daryl went through.

*a few hours later*

"Where are we heading?" Questioning him as you looked around only to see walkers surrounding both sides of the dirt road.

"Straight. Saw an old shack a couple of miles ahead, we'll be safe there for tonight."

Along the way, you and Daryl found food for the others at home and some more water. The most interesting thing the two of you found though was some rope and liqour.

The whole ride seemed rather quiet and long. You were hoping to get more out of today. Sighing loud as you hopped off his motorcycle and went into the shack, Daryl followed close behind you.

"What's wrong now?" Daryl questioned as he raised an eyebrow up at you while resting his back up against some wood.

"Nothing, D... Just- I've been sexually frustrated ever since waking up this morning. Getting off is hard when the only moans you hear are those of the walkers." With a huff, you threw your bag on the ground which caused the beer bottles to roll out along with some rope the two of you found earlier that day.

Daryl glanced up and down at you, trying to make out if you were joking around this time or not. He never grew close to anyone, the only reason he stops by Alexandria is to make sure you are safe and well taken care of.

"Hmm," Daryl hummed as your eyes met with his, "Guess we will have to fix this problem of yours then." Just hearing his southern-accent was enough to make your panties wet.

Things started to become more handsy after downing two beers each. Straddling his clothed thigh, you needed even more friction. "Daryl, please. I want your big D..."

Daryl shook his head, wanting to see how long the whining and begging would be able to go on for but what he didn't know about you was the fact you enjoyed being bratty and getting your way.

Smirk growing across your lips, you rid yourself from the jeans and t-shirt.

"What are ya' gonna do if I touch myself, D? Hmm?" You taunted all while slipping your hand down your panties, beginning to pleasure yourself.

Moments later, the buldge grew even larger in his pants. "Fuck, I've had enough of this." With swift moments, Daryl lifted you up and pinned you against the wall.

"I knew that you were slow."

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#5

me, who hasn’t seen a MCU movie in literal years, watching top 5 MCU deaths: whomst???

14 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#4

Holiday Cards!

So usually around this time of year, I put up a post offering to send holiday cards with personalized drabbles to whoever wants one. Some of you my have noticed, though, that I never actually got last year’s sent... So with that along with me moving (again! ugh!) in November, I’ve decided to forego a new round of holiday cards :(

Instead, last year’s will definitely for sure absolutely be sent! I promise! Since these cards are a year late, though, I realize that some people may have changed addresses since then. So if you requested a holiday card from me last year and have since moved, please send me your updated address! Tumblr ask or DM is fine, or you can email me at reeby10@gmail.com. The cut off for updated info will be December 9th.

15 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#3

I’m not sure I can still watch anything from Watcher after seeing the boys’ top five restaurants...

15 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#2

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15 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm Word Count: 118,749 Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Jennifer Blake, Bobby Finstock Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Wolf Derek Hale, magic!Stiles Stilinski, names have power, Slow Build Summary: There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

This is quite possibly my favorite Sterek fic. I freaking love anything where someone not into the know goes into a town with magic and is like huh this is weird but it takes them awhile to figure out what's actually going on. And this is over 100k of that!! I love that Stiles comes into town without knowing anyone except his dad, and his relationships with everyone in this are fantastic. Also, Derek and his backstory are wonderfully heartbreaking. Love this fic so much <3

21 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

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January 2021 Drabble Request #1

Sorry I’ve been slow on posting these ones lol it’s been....so busy ;A;

Prompt: “All my best parts come from you.” & "And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay - I’m always going to be here for you." w/Nico

You like to think that you didn’t change much after you woke up from that coma. Beyond the horrible memories, the bruises, the experiments. You want to believe that the Yard didn’t change you from who you really are.

But then, you know you’d be lying.

Because when you got out on the bitter autumn day you were just an angry, gnashing, fierce thing filled with hate and fear.

You were afraid. Afraid to feel anything besides the pain of your trauma, afraid to recover, to get better, because that would belittle it. Recovering would make what you went through not enough. What’s the point if it doesn’t last? What’s the point if you’re not filled with dread for every dream? If you’re not feeling those scientists and their marks on your body every day for the rest of your life?

It’s taken a lot of time and patience and cajoling from Nico for you to accept that it doesn’t have to be that way. 

But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t come crawling back up from the darkness of your soul. You’re stained, you know it. Tainted. Broken, and stuck back together uglier than you were before. And you’ve changed so much. The Yard changed you. And it’s not fucking fair.

You don’t understand what Nico could possibly see in you after seeing all of your worst parts on display. Like a vulture you’ve picked at the flesh of Nico’s kindness and patience, cannibalizing him, stealing his best features to assume them as your own like a sick mask of stitched together pieces trying to show the world a keenly flagrant lie. You’re worthless without these pieces of someone so much better than you.

There’s a knocking sound.

You don’t know where it’s coming from.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

“Hey,” You jerk up, slamming your back into the wall--knock--and look straight into Nico’s deep brown eyes, wide with fright softening suddenly at the sight of you, “There you are.”

There you are.

Where did you go?

You’re sprawled on the floor in the corner of your room, with blankets torn to shreds and wind and rain rattling against the window. It’s loud, cacophonous, and pitch black both inside and outside your little train car speeding down the tracks in an inky night swallowing you all whole.

You must’ve had a nightmare.

“What are you-” your mouth is dry, you have to swallow, had you been screaming? You don’t… you don’t remember. Must’ve been delirious. Must’ve been locked in a memory reliving your trauma because it was starting to fade again. Re-open the wounds when they start to scab over. You really must be so pathetic to wound yourself in such a way, even subconsciously.

“What are you doing here?” You manage to rasp as Nico helps you to your feet. Your knees wobble, your feet are bare and cold and you feel clammy, drained. He gets you back onto your bed and silently lights a lamp on your bedside table--an oil lamp.

The electricity must be out.

Nico doesn’t answer you, bending to pick up your blankets and gingerly wrap them around you. He presses the back of his hand against your forehead. You’re too tired to fight, to complain about Nico being in your room without your permission… taking care of you. Like you haven’t been the worst pain in his side since day one. Like you haven’t argued day in and day out, picking him apart to find his worst memories and wield them against him, all because he won’t give you yours.

And you feel heavy with the rotten personality you’ve developed for him. Is it a character you’ve made or one you’ve become?

“You’re drifting off again,” you start, it almost feels like you’re trying to pull your soul back into your body--except it’s made of cats that don’t want to be contained.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sigh, hanging your head tiredly.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Nico returns quietly, angling to try and get you to look at him but… but you can’t. You don’t want to look at someone you’ve caused so much pain.

He sighs, not annoyed, just sad, as he’s knelt in front of you on the creaky cold floorboards of your compartment.

Instead of pushing the point he reaches out into the darkness by your bed--his satchel. He came prepared.

You furrow your brows, “What are-” Nico pulls a length of bandage from his satchel, picking up your hand to start wrapping your fingers.

Skin cracked, oozing, but freshly cleaned--when did he--when did you? You look up at the wall across from you and see slashes in the wallpaper, curling at the edges in the obvious shape of nails.

It must’ve been the dark room dream again. You flinch and let your head drop again, letting Nico work in silence.

He finished up one hand and then the next, bandaging you in complete silence and concentration and you do nothing but watch. Feel how Nico cradles your hands, cups your fingers numb in the cold like you’re the most delicate thing. Fragile, but precious.

“All my best parts come from you.” You utter in the quiet of the rain slamming against your window--it dims into the background, a distant whitenoise when Nico blinks and looks up at you in surprise.

“What do you mean?” His voice is so quiet. Soft. Painful to listen to with all the care that’s laden into it.

“I know… I know I don’t have many. Good qualities, I mean.” You explain distantly, just letting your mouth run, too tired to shut yourself up, too tired to keep up the charade of hate when you’re in so much pain.

“You’re so patient with me, you take care of me, whatever decent quality I could possibly have--it’s from you.” You’re shocked when a hot tear drops down your cheek.

“I’m awful to you. All the time. Every day. I can’t--how could you possibly stand me?” You’re outright crying now, digging your bruised palms into your eyes, your shoulders shaking with the racking of sobs you’re trying to keep down. Keep away. None of that. No exposed vulnerability. You’re not worth that.

You suck in a sharp breath when Nico pulls your hands away, gently, oh so gently, and cradles your cheek, making you look, his warm hands framing your face so you can see and witness his confession.

“Because I care about you.” Nico says, stern, his voice cracking like glass, “And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay, because I’m always going to be here for you-” he stops, staring at you, then flinches and lets go, cleaning up his supplies with such rigid fashion you feel like you’ve missed something.

“Nico?” You don’t mean for your voice to sound so weak, you shouldn’t have said anything knowing that one word would break you up again, the tears renewed--you hide behind your hands, elbows on your knees and hunched over in a picture of torment. You don’t want to cry anymore dammit but they’re hot on your skin and in your eyes and staining Nico’s prim dressings he’d just done for you.

“Hey, no, come here.” Nico tuts, pulling you in to wrap you up in his arms and you can’t help but throw yours around him too, burying your face into his neck, the lightning drowning your wails.

But not to Nico. Nico hears everything.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs into your darkness, “It’s just--it’s hard to make that promise again-” again, “-I didn’t… I couldn’t keep it last time and look what’s happened to you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” You protest, craning to see Nico’s face.

He lets you, lets you see the soft smile aching with regret, “Maybe.” He says it like he doesn’t believe it, “But it wasn’t your fault either.”

Your throat works, trying to protest, to insist, to say something. But nothing comes out. Nico shakes his head, “It’s alright.”

“It’s not though.”

He sighs, defeated, but doesn’t argue. He doesn’t believe you. Just as much as you believe him. It wasn’t your fault.

But how could you possibly know that when you can’t remember it?

He stays with you until the rain stops and then some, keeping the nightmares away and your battered fingers cradled from harm. You don’t say anything, neither does he. You’re afraid that, in the morning, you’ll both pretend that nothing ever happened.

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The Vampire Diaries

last updated: wednesday january 27, 2021 / *erotic scenes / headcanons / most of my stories don’t go along tvdu storylines

Klaus Mikaelson

Triple Threat (mini series) - ON HIATUS

Klaus realizes you’re pregnant and asks if the baby is his. you lie.

one | two | three

Unconditionally (one shot)

requested / after confessing your pregnancy to Klaus, the relationship begins to go downhill.

Starved* (one shot)

Klaus is in a rut and is completely infatuated with his woman, which makes a combo that rocks your fucking world.

White Doves (one shot)

Klaus doesn’t realize his feelings are requited until it’s too late.

Elijah Mikaelson

Come Home to Me (one shot)

he finds himself counting down the hours until you come back home.

The Red Sun (drabble)

after venturing through the red door, you come to realize you don’t know Elijah like you thought you did.

Unnamed LI

In the Dark of the Night (one shot)

his confession rocks the ground beneath your feet and you’re forced to make a decision: repeat history and find solace in the past or move on for good.

Concepts

Alaric’s in Love with You but Klaus Was Your One and Only

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Sojourner × 60

Dwelling temporarily in a foreign community dependent on the "good-will" for their continued existence.

Running Time: January 20 to August 16 (2021)

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Welcome once again to our newest event! What are we celebrating? We're celebrating our 600 followers milestone, I know, a huge jump from 100 but we're crunching time.

Sojourner is our 30/30 event this time! 30 requests and 30 originals! 60 fics will be featured in this event, half of those will be from the asks you guys give and half of them would be fics I have planned out! Once we reached the limit, my inbox will be closed until all fics are done!

Counter : 60 Fics

s y m b o l s :

°°° - currently writing

✨ - latest published

§ - queued up

Thirty+ Requests Masterlist:

-> This list is updated for every request that is considered acceptable. If the masterlist updates and your request was not listed, it means your prompt did not make it. You can always try again tho! Reminder that the requests are relatively shorter than the originals. The list below does not mean it is the order that it will be published!

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Scaramouche x Childe's Cousin!Reader 01/20

Game!AU Reader x Player!Albedo/Xiao (Universe Reversal) 01/21

Universe Reversal for Ganyu, Zhongli, Childe 01/22

Universe Reversal for Venti, Diluc (LAST PART) 01/23

You tie Albedo's hair for him (cuz he's sleepy and tired) 01/29

Part 2 of Xiao x Personal Chef!Reader 01/24

Poly Relationship with Jean and Diluc 01/26

Poly Relationship with Venti and Xiao 01/27

Poly Relationship with Xiao, Albedo and Scaramouche 01/31

Universe Reversal - Reaction to Flirty Voicelines 01/28

Cafe AU (A venti for a Venti) 02/02

Dainsleif Content or smth 02/04

Xiao x Adepti!Reader 02/04

Admiring Xiao's lean chest and tummy hot damn 02/06

Albedo x Photographer Reader 02/07

Things We Lost (Bennett x Reader) 02/10

Xingqiu reading to you 02/19

As Klee's Older Sibling 02/20

Shy/Ramble-y Alchemy Enthusiast with Albedo 02/24

Playing with Aether's unbraided hair 02/26

Babysitting Klee with Albedo, and also Albedo 03/03

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O being tortured 03/06

Dating Headcanons with Kazuha 08/16 ✨

Poly Relationship with Venti and Zhongli, seeing their God forms

Poly Relationship with Xingqiu and Chongyun, ice cream date!

Childe getting sibling-zoned by Reader (who secretly likes him)

Childe/Traveler x Ex!Reader/Scaramouche (it's complicated to summarize lol)

Childe x Diluc's Younger Sister (Oh this might not end well)

Xiao x Dense!Healer!Reader

Cyno curious about Reader's Vision Creature

Student Rivalry with Cyno

Collecting Wolfhooks with Razor

Xiao and Little!Ganyu Moments

Poly Relationship with Zhongli and Venti as an Archon Reader

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I take requests for any of the characters! But the children (Klee, Qiqi, Diona) are for platonic themes only. Any themes are fine for the others, you can also request for more than one character in a prompt!

Less Than Thirty Originals Masterlist:

-> This part contains my original ideas and will usually be longer compared to the requests, both in word count and duration. Previous event prompts and circlets are included here too, as some you might recognize!

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Antinomy (Final Part) (Childe x Superior!Reader) 01/20

Research: Pet Names (Albedo x Reader) 01/23

Albedo's Confession 01/23

Where I Can't Follow (Venti x Reader) 01/25

Sophrosyne (Silent Fic Challenge for Zhongles) 01/26

Genshin Boys would be horrible as Disney Princes 01/27

Stages of Grief (How Childe, Zhongli, Albedo and Xiao deal with a break up) 02/02

A String That Binds Him (Xiao x Reader) 02/03

Alatus' Weakness (Pure Angst BITCH) 02/05

Albedo Corruption Drabble (Reader) 02/09

Intermittent (Red/Green Xiao x Reader content lmao) 02/11

Genshin Boys Modern Scenarios 02/12-13

Part 3. 1 of Abandoned By The Altar x Diluc 02/16

Red Xiao x GN Reader x Green Xiao NSFW 02/18

Weight of Living (Zhongli Comfort Fic) 02/22

Tasteless (Xiao x Reader angst) 02/27

Mirror Flower, Water Moon (lantern rite Xiao fluff) 02/28

Pervases Brainrot 03/10

Sequel to Klee's Older Sibling 04/07

Xiao's Birthday Fic 04/17

Part 3.2 of Abandoned By The Altar °°°

Xiao x Human!Cloud Retainer!Reader

Hook Line And Sinker (Kaeya x Thief!Reader)

Go For The Throat (Xiao x Demon!Reader)

Funeral Parlor Man helps prepare Reader's family member's funeral

Turing Love Self-indulgent Fic (Modern AU - Albedo)

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Long fics are counted based on chapters, for example, Under the Same Artificial Sky is seven chapters long so it will take up 7 slots from the 30 roster.

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No 18+ Content - @moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra

Specific Charas :

Venti - @ellitx @sk1nnyangelic @scarletroseneko @bunniesrorange

Albedo - @albaedhoe (no 18), @xiaophilia @heisenwurst @childe-simp-exe

Ganyu - @genshin-idiot @scarletroseneko

Cyno - @kookieyachi @childe-simp-exe

Xiao - @kookieyachi @xiaophilia @bunniesrorange @anormalguyreader @scarletroseneko @childe-simp-exe

Childe - @kookieyachi @sk1nnyangelic @scarletroseneko

Dainsleif - @sweetstrawberrybabe @genshin-idiot @anormalguyreader @sinpai-writes @idyllic-dreams @optimestick @bunniesrorange

Specific Chapters :

Abandoned By The Altar - @mortifiedmoon @dankchikorita @ly-nia @endeavors-big-dick @karlitaburrito @bunniesrorange @keiwahikari

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When does this start? - This has been discontinued!

Is there a schedule? - Nope, at least once a day, but if I finish a fic I'll schedule it in queue right after.

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Aren't you sick tho? - Your point?

Pray for me.

Spirit of a nestless; Exiled. Till journey's end; Sojourner.

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hello hotties 💖 so I mentioned I had some amazing news today and I might do a little event. This is my event! 

My news is that I finally have a start date for my new job!! Some of you may know I applied for a job waaaaay back in November. I had an interview for it in January, found out I passed the interview in March and I’ve been waiting for a start date ever since! (I start next month hehe) I’m in a fantastic mood since having a job and an income is seriously going to change my life!! 

BUT ANYWAY! I wanted to do an event inspired by my good news. I want you guys to send me in character and a job and I will write a little something about it! 

RULES

I have rules & request rules here so please read those carefully before you send anything to me 💌 but I will simplify them here too

I write for a lot of fandoms so feel free to request any from any of the fandoms I write for (of course if I don’t feel comfortable writing them I won’t).

I will be writing drabbles about whatever job you send with the character, so make sure to be clear so I can set the stage well in my writing!

Please understand that I am human and give me time to write requests out 💖

Specify if you want SFW/NSFW or DC!

I’ll be writing until I’ve had enough so I will let you know when this event is over!

art in banner: Love Is What You Want - Tracey Emin

Requests:

PT!Ejiro Kirishima x f!reader

mechanic!Twice x f!reader

9to5!Nanami x f!reader

streamer!Shigaraki x f!reader

PT!Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader

policeman!Dabi x f!reader

bartender!Twice x f!reader

professor!Enji x f!reader

teacher!Bakugo x f!reader

teacher!Gojo x f!reader

dance instructor!Gojo x f!reader

tutor!Dabi x f!reader

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[ last updated : 28 january 2021 ]

i haven’t included every little drabble on this list since i fill a lot of random prompts/requests (i’ll probably rectify this one day...) but most of my writing can be found under the #work.zip tag.  if you happen to enjoy my writing and want to support me, consider my ko-fi. 💖

ps.  many of my works involve named!readers.  each individual post will indicate whether this applies.  

[ f ] fluff ; [ s ] smut ; [ a ] angst ; [ c ] crack ; [ sm ] social media

multi-part series / verses

up all night  [ i, ii ]  -  bodegas stock snacks & joon  [ f ] [ c ]

⤷  choke me, daddy  -  you ask joon for something new  [ s ] ⤷  f-f-fun-sized  -  joon reaches where you can’t  [ f ]

oneshots / drabbles 

should be sad  -  you miss him when he’s on tour  [ f ] [ a ]

⤷  the one for me  -  you don’t mean to eavesdrop but...  [ f ]

piece by piece  -  falling in love happens like this  [ f ]

check out the #rm.doc tag for all things joon. 

multi-part series / verses

called a thousand times  -  late night phone calls  [ a ]

⤷  no song without you  -  you just can’t quit him  [ a ]

check out the #jin.doc tag for all things jin.

multi-part series / verses

not your fairytale  -  childhood friends to lovers  [ f ] [ a ]

What do you do when you’ve called your wedding off but forgot to cancel your cake tastings? Why, you ask your brother’s grouchy best friend, of course.

⤷  my favourite clothes  -  yoongi comes to bed  [ f ]

reading rainbow  -  meet cute  [ f ]

oneshots / drabbles

sweet magnolias  -  s2l with bad first impressions  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

written in the stars  -  yoongi is a man of few words  [ f ]

check out the #suga.doc tag for all things yoongi.

multi-part series / verses

secret life of cats  -  meet cute  [ f ]

⤷  best of me  -  a few of his favourite things  [ f ] ⤷  wrapped up in you  -  he doesn’t like your new shampoo  [ f ]

oneshots / drabbles

see nothing but you  -  unrequited love  [ a ]

didn’t know me  [ i, ii ]  -  you ask for his number   [ f ]

check out the #jhope.doc tag for all things hobi.

oneshots / drabbles

love her, leave her  -  "i still love you” type of exes  [ a ]

together, we’re screwed  -  idol!jimin falling in lust  [ f ]

tell me i’m good  -  silk and gags and bondage, oh my!  [ s ]

check out the #jimin.doc tag for all things chim.

multi-part series / verses

to the moon and back  -  strangers to lovers  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

You use your one brain cell for love.  It doesn’t always end well.  ft. jjk.

oneshots / drabbles

one of those nights  -  kim taehyung is shameless  [ f ] [ c ]

dear no one  -  marriage doesn’t equal happiness  [ a ]

loved you better  -  he learns to love again  [ f ] [ a ]

nine to five  -  coworkers turned... something?  [ f ] [ s ] [ c ] 

check out the #v.doc tag for all things tae.

multi-part series / verses

sugar high  -  best friends to lovers  [ f ] [ a ]

You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

⤷  sweet lullabies  -  best friends in love  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ] ⤷  a whole new world  -  touring with bts  [ f ] [ c ] [ sm ]

to the moon and back  -  strangers to lovers  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

You use your one brain cell for love.  It doesn’t always end well.  ft. kth

angels & airwaves  -  gamer!kook  [ f ] [ s ] [ c ]

Jeon Jungkook has a big fat crush on a girl he's never met.

ghost in my bed  -  rockstar!kook  [ s ] [ a ]

Sometimes, hating someone is the only thing you can do.

devil in a new suit  -  jeon jungkook is a sucker  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

Money’s something that makes the world go around.  There’s absolutely nothing wrong with securing the bag.  You don’t shame anyone for doing what they need to do.  

That is, until you come face to face with the poor guy that’s being suckered out of both his heart and cash.  You simply can’t let it go on.

finders keep hers  [ i, ii, iii ]  -  idiots in luv denial  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

⤷  bad habit  [ i, ii ]  -  he doesn’t know what he’s done wrong  [ a ] ⤷  build me, break me  -  this is how you love  [ s ] [ a ]

love you like i love you  [ i, ii, iii ]  -  messy exes  [ f ] [ a ]

⤷  the good place  -  jeon jungkook is the devil  [ s ] ⤷  be my baby  -  six years and counting  [ f ]

"i love you” read: 6:45  -  hella misunderstandings  [ f ] [ c ]

⤷  shark week -  you hate shark week but love jungkook  [ f ] ⤷  who killed my girlfriend? -  jk is sus  [ f ] [ c ]

oneshots / drabbles

blame it on me  [ i, ii, iii ]  -  car rides w your crush  [ f ] [ c ]

dancing queen  -  jeon jungkook is a drunk idiot  [ f ] [ c ]

can you see my heart?  -  soulmate!au  [ f ]

take me down  -  don’t fall for your fwb  [ f ] [ a ]

wrong direction  -  falling for the fuccboi  [ f ] [ s ] [ c ]

the gatorade incident  -  kook handles hangovers poorly  [ f ]

if it isn’t you  -  pacrim!au prologue  [ a ]

nothing but a number  -  he just won’t leave you alone  [ f ]

take a break  -  jeon jungkook is a sucker for you  [ f ] [ s ]

in the night  [ i, ii ]  -  assassin!kook aka jeon wick   [ f ]

stages  [ i, ii, iii ]  -  a handful of jungkook’s firsts  [ f ]

she’s all that  -  you’re his popular girlfriend  [ f ]

am i dreaming?  -  jungkook musters up the courage  [ f ]

roseraie  -  hanahaki!au  [ a ]

velveteen rabbit  -  bunny!jungkook  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ]

never let you go - tattooist!jk  [ f ] [ s ]

blue & grey -  you want to be happier  [ f ]

not today  -  lowkey in love fuck boy!jk  [ a ]

feed me, fight me - boxer!jk [ f ] [ a ] [ s ]

holidating  -  best friends at christmas  [ f ] [ s ] [ a ] [ c ]

stay gold  -  blond!jk is a menace  [ f ] [ s ] [ c ]

come over  [ i, ii ]  -  actual pwp  [ s ]

check out the #jungkook.doc tag for all things JK.

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2021 SLAYERS SECRET SANTA INFO AND SIGNUP FORM:

Hello! Please read over the following before signing up. Thank you!

What ‘Secret Santa’ Means: You create a fanwork, and you’ll receive one in return. Everyone who wishes to participate will provide a few prompts that they’d like to see completed, and another participant will be assigned their prompts and will complete one of those prompts (which one is completed is up to the person they’re assigned to). When you submit your prompts, you are welcome (and encouraged) to tell me anything you are uncomfortable with or don’t wish to do (pairings, genre, rating, etc), that way the prompts you’re given are something you’re comfortable writing/drawing.

Rules and Regulations:

1) Watch this tumblr! If you do not have a tumblr yourself, please put it in your bookmarks and remind yourself to check it often.

2) Can I ask for ____? You can ask for whatever you want- rating, genre, etc. However, please keep in mind that if you’re asking for something super unusual, you might want to provide some broader prompts as well.

3) How long do I have to signup? Signups will end on Wednesday, December 1, 2021. That is two weeks to sign up!!

4) When is the deadline? Please have your piece completed and posted by Monday, January 31, 2022. You can post your gift anytime starting from Saturday, December 25, 2021.

5) How do I post it? Post it in your own tumblr and link it to us or tag us so we can reblog it over here. You may link to where your fanwork is posted off tumblr (to livejournal, dreamwidth, ff.net, ao3, deviantart, etc) in your post.

6) How long does fic have to be? At least eight hundred words. It doesn’t need to be super-long of course, but we want everyone to get something that’s more than drabble length.

7) Are there any extra requirements for the art? It can be done in any medium (digital, colored pencil, copic, sketch, etc). Just remember that this is a gift for someone, so make sure it’s a completed piece!

8) Can I do fancomics? Yes. Absolutely.

9) What if I need to drop out? Then I would ask you to please let me know as soon as possible so we can arrange a pitch hitter for you. Failure to notify me will ban you from future events.

10) What is a pitch hitter? If someone has to drop out, I’d still like their giftee to get a gift. A pitch hitter is someone who is willing to do a second fanwork in order to make sure no one goes without a gift.

11) What type of prompts should I give? Prompts can be anything from something vague like “Lina, Gourry, Amelia, and Zelgadis exchange gifts,” “Sylphiel and Martina go to the beach” to something specific like “I’d like to see a fic where Lina and Gourry are pulled into an undersea world. The two end up facing an ancient source of magic, and they must team up with many witch and wizard allies. I’d like if it featured Lina/Gourry and Zelgadis/Amelia, and if possible… some Filia/Valgaav? A happy ending, please!” You must give me three prompts or I cannot fairly give your requests to your Santa.

12) I have another question! Then please ask it via our askbox (anon asks are enabled).

Okay, I’m ready to signup! Great, here’s the sample form.

GIVING: Tumblr Username: Email or Alternate Contact:   Specialty (Fanfic or Fanart- If you can do both, you may list both): Highest Rating You’ll Work With: Will Not Work With (Any characters, pairings, genres, scenarios, you won’t do):

RECEIVING: Do Not Want (Any characters, pairings, ratings, genres, scenarios, etc you don’t want to receive): Do You Prefer fic, art, or no preference?: Three Prompts: 1) 2) 3)

Can you pitch hit if someone drops out?:

Please SUBMIT your completed form HERE. If you have any further questions, you can direct them to this blog HERE, or to my personal HERE.

[bonkywobble]

This has been requested by a few people so... I’m hosting my first ever sleepover to ring in the new year! I’ll also be celebrating nearly 1.3k followers!! You can head on over to my blog from 4pm Saturday 1st January (EST) through to 4pm Wednesday 5th January (EST) and join me for some fun games!

You’re welcome to send the following to my ask box:

FMK (fuck, marry, kiss/kill - your choice)

Questions (fandom or personal, up to you)

Confessions - send me one of yours or ask for one of mine

WYR (would you rather)

TOT (this or that)

Kink or Sink (send me a kink and I’ll rate it)

Kink Sync (pick 3 characters and 3 kinks and I’ll match them)

Headcanons of yours or ask about mine (AUs and NSFW allowed)

Mini drabble requests

Moodboard requests

Prompts (choose from the lists below or make your own. will also accept songs and tropes as prompts)

WIP snippet requests

Writers asks

Something that happened this year that you’re proud of

Prompt lists (max. 2 per ask):

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Humour/Misc.

If you’re new here and not sure what I write, feel free to check out my masterlist. All tags for this sleepover will be under #bonkysnewyearsleepover

As some NSFW content may be discussed that means no minors allowed. 18+ only, thank you. 

Let’s start 2022 with a bang! And finally, thank you guys for a wonderful 2021. I look forward to bringing you more joy next year.

-Georgie xx

[wannabevampire]

so ummm ALLIE HIT 1k ??!?$&!??:@??

WHAT.

this is actually crazy- this means so much 2 me oh my goodness!!

i hit 1k on january 26th, 2021 and have been waiting to say thank you because i wanted to do it at the same time as my other announcement…..

allie is throwing a

slumber party!!!

save the date!!

February 11th~[sleepover begins at sundown!]

February 12th~[to be determined…]

February 13th~[to be determined…]

February 14th~[birthday edition!! allie turns 20!!!] (+valentine’s day activities! ♡)

February 15th~[the morning after.]

sleepover activities!

☆ 2 fics for turning 20

♡ one person will win a personal fan fiction one shot! you can pick the prompts, trope, character, kinks (if idea is 18+). submission rules & coalification coming soon!!

♡ a surprise one shot of my choosing :]

☆ 20 request slots available for headcanons, drabbles, blurbs, ect. (not all will be drabbles or mini-fics!! please keep that in mind 😁 i have free time but not THAT much lol. some may be very short!)

submission rules & coalification coming soon!!

☆ sleepover games!

~kiss ‘n tell :

ask me anything about my love life/sex life! dhjwjsbs it can be for advice or just curiosity!

~fmk :

you know the rules! you decide the characters/people and whether my option is

[fuck, marry, kiss] or [fuck, marry, kill]

~cast your mutuals :

ahhh the classic tumblr game! send me a prompt and ask me to cast my mutuals! i’ll tag a list of examples <3

~allie’s advice corner :

got a problem? i’m here to help!

~horny thots:

send me your horny thoughts! i won’t turn them into a blurb or anything, but i will most likely post them!

~allie plays cupid :

send me a few facts about yourself tell give me a fandom and gender preference. tell me which character you ship me most with hehe and i’ll play cupid and ship you with a fictional character!! <3

limited spots available !! <3 (this one was super popular last time and i only did one because it was very overwhelming! i will probably only do a few! more info will drop later!)

14 slots available! (entry info will be released soon!)

☆ infinity questions and chit-chat opportunities!!

☆ movie night!!

♡ tune in to a specific time (tbd) and let’s all watch a movie together and talk about it live! might make a little discord chat for us to talk while it’s happening (no video calls.) just so the tumblr TL doesn’t get flooded!

~idk haven’t planned it yet <3 stay tuned!!

~movie is tbd as well as time!~

THIS IS NOT THE OFFICIAL MASTERLIST!!! i just wanted to announce it before i start planning <33

xoxo,

allie🕊

tagging some mutuals <3

@waspswidows @mothdruid @lokianddruigsbitch @agentofbarnes @novaresque @murdicks @mushroomlupin @becca-e-barnes @you-expect-too-much @iamburdened @angelloflust @starbuckie @greenorangevioletgrass @serendipityrogers @juniebugg @balenciagabucky @bucksfucks @drownedpoetess

[loving-bucky-is-easier]

hello, my loves!

today marks one year since i created this blog. i could never have imagined that i'd be celebrating it with more than 1500 of you. so please, join me for a paper anniversary sleepover from 25 february to 1 march.

@divine-mistake had never heard of a "paper anniversary," so for those of you who are cooler than me, it just means one year. (the tenth anniversary is tin, the fiftieth is gold, the sixtieth is diamond, etc.)

sappy rambling, plus the details on how to join in the sleepover, below the cut.

(skip to the next divider to skip the sappy ramble)

in january of 2021, i got back on tumblr. my mental health was struggling more than it had in a while, and i had begun to realize how unhealthy my living environment was for me; i was craving interaction with kinder, more tolerant people. so, i got back on the aesthetic blog i'd created in high school, @loving-books-is-easier.

not that you asked, but the blog title was originally @/booksnotboys, but when i realized i liked non-boys too, i didn't want to exclude them.

the 30-some followers of that blog had followed me for my aesthetic, or maybe for my one niche "survivor" shitpost that got like 40 notes for some reason. they were not there for the marvel fanfic community that i soon found and fell in love with. i created this page on 22 february 2021 as a home for the fics that i loved, and for some stories of my own. @wkemeup's writing challenge was the push i needed to start.

for several days, i started writing a story in my head. i was hosting at a restaurant at the time, and one of the host responsibilities a la covid was to act as a crossing guard between the main restaurant patio and the satellite tent seating. none of the hosts ever wanted this job (gee, i wonder why no one wanted to stand alone outside in january wearing a neon vest to almost get hit by cars), but i took it at every opportunity because it was mindless and allowed me to just think about my plot.

on 25 february 2021, i started actually writing the story out. i wrote the entire thing in the tumblr post creator because i was very dumb and apparently wanted to risk losing 13k words at any given time. i also wrote a lot of it on mobile, and when i hit the 250 text block limit, i would type

a

bunch

of

words

like

this

on desktop before i went anywhere so i would have extra paragraphs to work with. on 1 march 2021, i posted it.

deadweight is now somehow sitting at nearly 2500 notes, and i have all of you to thank for that. i don't even know where to begin.

more than that, in this year on tumblr i met some of my best friends and a slew of other wonderful mutuals and followers who are both brilliant creators and incredible people.

all that to say, i'm celebrating with a paper-themed sleepover, and i hope you'll join me.

the schedule for the sleepover is listed below. i will start posting on friday 25 february and run through tuesday 1 march.

when can i start sending prompts in?

prompts are welcome any time during the sleepover, on or before the day they're going to be addressed. but feel free to start sending requests now, so i have something to start the day with.

how many requests can i send?

send in as many as you like; i will try to get to as many as possible, although i cannot guarantee that i will address every request.

are there any rules for requests?

requests surrounding drabbles must still be within my regular request guidelines (see those here).

did you spend too much time figuring out how to make all of your days paper-themed?

absolutely.

friday. 25 february.

📑 post-it notes on top

i'd like to add figurative post-it notes to my fics. that is, extra little moments to the pairing's dynamic, glimpses into their future, elaborations on their relationships.

send in requests for any of my existing fics with questions you have about their past, present, or future moments. i'll do my best to answer, potentially in drabble form.

saturday. 26 february.

💌 a love letter for you

let me show your writing a little love. send me one of your fics to review... i might even make a little doodle or moodboard to go with my thoughts.

sunday. 27 february.

🔖 my dance card is open

let's talk about music, my loves.

send me a song or a playlist to review.

ask for a song that reminds me of you or your blog.

send me a song, and i'll tell you what character it reminds me of and why.

(probably no song-based drabbles--it took me months to get through those from my last celebration, and i still have a few coming.)

monday. 28 february.

📝 scribbles in the margins

we're going behind the scenes, for my fics or for yours.

ask me about where i got certain ideas, which fics presented what challenges, things that i cut (from little moments to entire plotlines), or what moments were the origin of the entire fic itself.

or, tell me these things about your own fics. i want to know!

tuesday. march 1.

🖋 adding new pages

let's add some new pieces to the masterlist. talk to me about my wips (i'll post an updated list the day of), or send in some requests. i'll work on as many of them as i can.

i'm so, so thankful for you all, so please come hang out with me at this silly little celebration!

[roast-ifs]

January drabble #4

Prompt: “And when I come back there better not be so much as a scratch on her body and a hair out of place.” w/Isla

To say that you don’t like the inspection visits would be an absolute understatement. Shockingly, being observed so closely makes you squirm, makes your soul shrink deeper inside your body, making it feel less like your home and more like your cage.

You don’t flourish under attention, you shy and balk and wilt under anyone’s gaze except for Isla’s. It was a process, learning not to flinch under their biting wit but as they started to show some of their softer sides you started to bloom under their gaze instead of furling up into a delicate little flower.

Some part of you scoffs at the analogy. You’re not something so fragile to be squashed as easily as a roadside flower, but under the collar of the inspector you lose any and all progress you’ve made from putting the Yard behind you. Putting those dark rooms and blinding examination tables back into the farthest recesses of your mind.

And then the inspector shows up and you’re right back there again.

The only balm is the fact that you can hide in Isla’s room afterwards.

You jerk when you hear shouting, looking up from your perch on the bed in the infirmary, waiting for the inspector.

You almost don’t go out to see what's going on until you recognize one of the voices as Isla’s, hopping off the bed and opening the door, you’re hit with the brunt of something you haven’t seen in them for months.

Pure unbridled fury.

“-not so much a scratch, or hair out of place-”

Isla stands between you and the inspector who is staring at the unicorn like they’ve grown a second head.

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” 

“An obedient dog who listens to their master’s orders, that’s who.” Isla’s tail lashes as they speak and you can see how their fists shake where they’re clenched.

Leaving behind crescent moons dug deep into skin.

“Ordered around to terrorize and condemn. Do you even give a rat’s ass about your so-called ‘charges’, inspector? Or do you just want to have your go at your precious Yard’s little field experiment?”

“Isla-” You catch them in a breath of silence, stiffening and turning around to look at you in surprise, before their cheeks burn in embarrassment and they look away, grimacing.

“You didn’t need to hear all that.” Behind them is the inspector, rolling their eyes and making a hasty exit before the righteous fury can return.

But you’re just stunned, trying to compute your way to the result that is Isla vehemently defending you from the pestering and prying of yet another inspector.

“I just-” they shrug awkwardly, at a loss when they’re usually so quick on the fire, “didn’t want them to get their claws in you again, is all.” That last bit is muttered but you still hear it, still let it flutter something delicate in your chest and make you smile like you couldn’t control it.

Sweet. Impressed. Feeling things you told yourself you shouldn’t be feeling towards Isla to begin with.

“What?” Isla snaps, lashing their tail again and giving you all the tell-tale signs of annoyed embarrassment--the delicate pink to their cheeks, ears pulled back, ducking between glaring at you and looking away because they can’t look too long at your too sweet smile.

One that you offer them whole-heartedly, “Thank you”

Isla flinches and looks away, grimacing, “You...don’t have to mention it.”

“I’m serious Isla,” you press--you need to get this through to them, past the bluster and the need to push every ounce of sincerity away from themself like it’s toxic, “Thank you, for doing that for me. We’ll have to deal with them eventually but…” you trail off because you’re smiling too much at how Isla’s bravado has melted so entirely into what you imagine an agitated cat would look like.

Terribly adorable but miffed all the same.

“You can stop looking at me like that.”

Right, you probably should.

You duck, trying to school your features into something less pleased, feeling your own shyness start to bubble up again.

You almost feel like a noble in a tower protected only by your valiant unicorn. You get the feeling though that Isla would chafe at the comparison.