#sneak peek giving me life! 😊

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Hi. Hi. 💜❤️

[thesweetsimmer111]

I thought I'd give a little progress update on my romantic interactions mod, since a lot of people have been asking about it 😊 There's still a lot of animations to be made, and knowing me, I like to make my life harder by having them be 10 seconds long and with multiple variations because otherwise it doesn't feel as fleshed out and complete as it could be. And as per usual, some of the code wants to have a fight with me first in order to get it working properly. So it's still taking a while to finish it up, but I'm aiming to release it for September (no guarantees though). In the meantime here's a little sneak peek at a couple new interactions! 😄

[ramonag-if]

Crown of Exile Progress Update 👑

Hi wonderful people of Tumblr 😊

It's been a long time since I updated anyone on my progress with Chapter 8 so I'm here to give you a small update. I've been sharing a lot of sneak peeks with my Patrons, and as of Monday, I completed a huge dialogue scene that was taking forever to write.

The current word count of Chapter 8 is around 38K which isn't much, but I'm halfway through the chapter so expect it to go up. There's going to be two NSFW scenes in the second half of Chapter 8, one with Irus and one with Elora. You'll get to reunite with Dena (and Emos) and there'll be a lot of fun times ahead 😋

There's still a lot to write and code and I expect to be done in October. My writing time is really constrained by real life, my job and just general tiredness. Writing in the evenings is hard because sometimes I'm half-asleep and others, I just don't feel like it 😬 That said, progress is being made 🎉 I'm hopeful to have the demo updated next month, but I will let everyone know closer to release time.

Thank you to everyone who's continued to follow, like and just support me 💖

[whiskeynwriting]

You had me covered in happy tears with the epilogue of daddycember! So cuteeee! Is there a chance we get a couple of sneak peeks before next year or are you planning on keeping us on our toes? Love you 😘

I am so glad you loved Daddycember, omg 🥹🥰 I will definitely be giving y'all some sneak peeks before next year 😊

Irreplaceable

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Established relationship/marriage, pregnant reader, dirty talk, daddy kink (YAYAYAY), spit kink, praise kink, small size kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, cum play, squirting, fluffies, mentions/discussions of pregnancy, brief mention of loss/death. 

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A/N: So I combined a few asks into this one! The one above referencing Daddycember ‘22, an ask about safe words from @nowaydin, an anon ask about decorating the nursery with Daddy Whiskey, and a request from @lucky-pascal! I hope y’all love it as much as I do 😊

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Sometimes, Jack could be lazy, lazy in a way that made him selfish. When it all became too much for him to bear, it’s like he couldn’t help himself. Once he felt that unmistakable rush of pleasure, the urge just took over his body. He chased after it, vehemently, and the road to euphoria was filthy. 

“Baby,” He calls out in that thick southern accent, rough from lust. “Babycakes.”

Both of those strong hands cup your face, removing you from him. Firmly, he forces your chin upward, demanding your eye contact, your attention. 

“Let me see that face,” Jack’s chest rises with vigor before dropping dramatically, staring at your eager expression. 

You’re a mess, to say the least. A mess he made and you willingly submitted to. And now he’s releasing you of one hand, moving it to his shaft. 

Huffing out a quiet and brief laugh, he nods, and says, “Close your lips, baby.”

Along with your lips, you close your eyes, too, feeling him smear the smoothness of his head over your soft skin. He swipes it like its lipstick, top and bottom, dragging it across. Sliding his other hand around to the back of your head, he keeps you there, his own mouth opening as he watches in awe. 

“Open up,” Lashes fluttering, you gaze up at him. “And lick it.” 

Exhaling a breath of disbelief, your insides tingle from the softly-spoken demand. It was an easy task, bringing you to your knees for him, especially when he sat back with his legs spread wide. 

“Lick daddy’s cockhead, baby.” Your husband coos to you, dark eyes half-lidded with want. And when you move forward, want turns into need. “Yeah, there you go, just lick it… uh-huh…” 

Your tongue glides along the curves of his head, reveling in the smoothness of his skin, the salty drops of precum coating him. He’s drooling for you, small droplets continuing to leak from his slit. 

“Suck on it a little bit,” Licking his lips, he stares down at you, face displaying his absolutely mesmerized state. “Yeah sweetheart… just like that… now take it deep.” 

You’d been apart for too long, you’d been aching for him. Sometimes, Jack’s occupation made life hard, made your marriage hard. There were times he was pulled away last minute, times where he’d be gone for weeks or even months at a time. Even before your marriage, being apart was hard. You’re truly each other’s best friend and there isn’t enough chaos in this world to distract you long enough to not think about your partner. And him being gone for three weeks was agonizing; it’s the longest he’s been away since you’ve been pregnant.

Pregnancy. It’s been… strange, in a way. For lack of better wording, you didn’t expect to be so fucking horny. But you suppose missing him only amplifies that, even before your baby started to grow. And honestly, you should be happy you’re in this phase. During your first trimester, you don’t know how you were able to keep anything down, but you’re doing a pretty good job with him right now.

“Jesus Christ,” He’s forcing you down, listening to you gag while your drool drips onto his balls. Gritting his teeth, he promises, “I’m gonna make such a fucking mess out of you.” 

Now, while Jack let his desires run wild with you, the second you got pregnant, things changed. He treated you like glass, like if he even hugged you too hard, you’d break. And that meant his bedroom etiquette switched lanes, too. For the past few months, he hasn’t been rough with you, nothing even close to it. Spanking, choking, even spitting, were all off limits with your new lifestyle. And it was fucking killing you. But on the other end, your husband was suffering, too. He always wanted to toss you around, manhandle you into position until you cried from the pleasure he wrung out of you. But with his baby inside you, he just couldn't bring himself to. And the pent up frustrations both of you were experiencing from him treating you so delicately is exactly what led up to tonight. 

“You really wanted to choke on me tonight, huh?” You’d begged him for it, actually. You were beyond sick of this treatment, you missed him, you missed your daddy. The daddy that handled you like his own property, to do whatever he pleased with it. And in order to do that to you in your current state, Jack needed something very specific. Detailed communication. 

“Yes,” Gasping thickly, he finally lets you up for air, eyeing the trails of spit connecting you to him. 

Suddenly, he leans forward, grabbing your jaw in his hand. It’s rough and firm, the way he holds you, tugging you close to his face. “I want you.” He’s breathing heavily, hotly, against your face. “Get on the bed.” 

Once he was home, you knew you had to have him. And it never really takes much convincing on his end. As soon as the two of you had your system down, it was game on. All you needed were a few simple words. 

“Turn around,” And his voice is much harsher now, both hands landing on your hips and shoving you forward. 

Landing on your pillows, you release a harsh unf, and it sounds gauche but he loves it. You barely have time to scramble onto your hands before he’s slapping your ass, stinging your cheek with the broadness of his palm. And then he cups you from behind, listening to your delighted moan. 

“Wet just from that, huh?” His voice is sweet, mockingly sweet. “Just from suckin’ on daddy’s dick.”

“Baby,” Another harsh smack, one that makes you whine. 

“What the fuck is my name?!” Every single fiber of your being is set alight from his tone, his words. You’ve craved his dominance for months.

“Daddy,” Chest heaving, you gulp, your smile now evident. This is exactly what you’ve wanted. 

“Oh, baby…” Rubbing you with both palms, he sighs, settling his slobber-coated length between your cheeks. “Daddy loves when you listen so nicely.” 

“Can you… please?”

Raising his brows, he’s intrigued by your small plea. “Please what, honey?”

“Please fuck me.” Immediately, you comply, pushing yourself back against him. “I’ve missed you so much, daddy.”

And you really have. Not having him around while experiencing these new sensations tore you apart from the inside out. You needed him here, with you at every second. You needed his love and genuine care, his doting and affectionate personality surrounding you. It wrapped you tightly in a blanket that was warm and made from love, made from everything good he’s ever had to offer. And while carrying his baby for the first time, you needed that now more than ever. 

“Mm…” Moving forward, he bends over your arched form, one hand sliding over your lower belly. Softly, he cups you, the swell where his child currently grows. And then he’s rubbing the skin, fingers sliding lovingly over your small baby bump. 

Whispering kindly, he asks, “How’re you feelin’, honey?” Kissing the shell of your ear, he hums his inquiry, your daddy’s soft side coming out. 

His worry truly warms your heart, but you’re sick of it. You need him to handle you how he used to, touch you until you’re shaking, spank you until you’re crying.

“Can you give me a color, babycakes?”

“Green,” It’s said immediately, albeit through a shaky voice.

“You sure?” He purrs against your ear, lips grazing it. 

“Yes, baby, ugh. Just, please - please do it.”

A low growl rumbles through his chest and neck, his naked torso heating your back. He needs to trust you in this. And he does, fully leaning back to his upright stance. Your lover steadies himself on his knees, sighing out a rough breath as he grabs himself in hand. 

“Shit,” Muttering, he clenches his jaw with a groan. “Can already feel you shaking.” 

The second he slides inside, you can’t keep your mouth shut. Inch by inch, you’re moaning for him, every sensation heightened. Your walls are sensitive and throbbing, swollen lips clinging to the thickness of him. He watches as you reach for the sheets, gasping in a tone so shrill it pierces the air. 

“Baby,” Chuckling, his fingers dig into your skin. “I’m not even all the way in.”

“Fuck me, I’ve wanted this.”

“Well, I’m here, baby. Daddy’s here, he’s home and he’s with you, he’s inside you.” With one sharp shove, he’s entirely inside, having saved the last inch or so for this. 

“Fuck,”

“Look at that, your slippery juices already coating me…” Instantly, he’s setting a steady pace, rubbing his cock against the warmth of your inner walls. You’re squeezing him, pulsing and just milking him. And he growls from it, briefly baring his teeth as he seethes deeply, “You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“Oh my god,” You’re whining, maybe groaning, while pushing yourself back against him. You arch the curve of your spine as best you can, presenting yourself to him. 

“Oh, baby,” That southern voice drives you mad, that deep baritone shivering across your skin. “You can’t do that to me.” He’s still now, and chuckling, broad palms massaging you in hand. But then he’s mumbling to yourself and it might as well be your favorite part about this. “Oh, daddy missed you, babycakes. Missed you so much, thought about you…” 

Smiling to yourself, you hum, still completely full of him. This is everything you need, to be coddled and cooed to, held in his loving embrace. 

“I want you, daddy always wants you…” Trailing off, he stares down at the space where the two of you are connecting, pulling out and returning to that steady pace, rocking you forward over your marital bed. And when you whine for him, that high noise dragging out of your throat, he all but loses it. 

“Pretty fucking thing,” Slapping his hips against your backside, he grunts, eyes still glued to the way you vehemently suck him inside. “Whine for me, baby. Go on, cry for daddy.” 

“Baby,” You feel electrified, lightning up from the inside out as bursts of pleasure rush through your system. 

“Fat fucking ass, bouncing against me like that…” Already, he’s growling, teeth digging into his lip. And instead of just shoving himself into you, he now decides to pull you back, too, fingers securing around the divots of your hips. “C’mere, sweetheart. Come to daddy.” He whispers deeply, repeatedly pulling you back into him. 

One thing Jack was undoubtedly, undeniably, and helplessly attracted to, was the weight you’ve gained during your pregnancy. And you never expected anything like it. The curves you’ve grown around your hips and thighs, your stomach, your breasts, it drove him crazy. He loved the softness of it, your smooth and plump skin. All he wanted to do with grab and bite and smack. And that’s exactly what he does. 

“Fuck,” Head dropping down, you rest your face on the pillows beneath your pliant body, feeling the repeated slap of his palm across your ass. He’s watching it jiggle in his hand, watching the shockwaves roll across your body.

“Can you take it?” Jack growls in that deep, rumbly voice. “Can you take more?”

Memories of your office rendezvous suddenly pop into your head, you laying over his lap while he spanks you sore before taking a work call. Jesus Christ, how you miss that. The forceful smack, the tingling sting, and all of those sensations are coming back. But what once was pleasure now eases its way into sensitivity, Jack listening to your harsh cry. And when he hears that, his hand leaves your ass, giving you a break from his hard slaps.

“Can my sweet little slut take more?” He’s still shoving himself into you, repeatedly diving between your pretty pink lips.

“Ngh, daddy.” You can barely gasp, can barely even get a true breath in. 

All Jack does is shake his head, breathless as he ruts into you from behind. “Nuh-uh, you gotta tell me.” His voice is guttural, that southern tone coming right from his chest. “C’mon babycakes, use your big girl words and tell me.” 

Leaning down, Jack’s toned and flexing chest presses into you, those wonderfully soft lips pressing to your ear. “You need a break.” He decides, and he knows it’s true. “Say it to me.” 

Even nearing the point of overstimulation, you’re unwilling to give in just yet. The hits he’d given your backside still radiate with pain, and the thrusts he delivers are sharp and deep. But with every whimper and grunt that punches out of your chest, Jack is demanding it. 

“Tell me our safe word, baby. I know you need it.” He wants you to be able to say it when you need to, even if you’ve gone dumb from him. It’s the whole reason he agreed to let go with you, to be himself again. “Say it to me - what color do you need?”

“I, fuck,” 

“Red, baby doll.” Jack reminds you softly, his breath fanning over your neck. If you need a reminder, he’ll give it. He’ll always be here to help and care for you. “Now it’s your turn, sweetie.” Even during times like this, with his pelvis relentless against the swell of your ass, he could be so patient with you. 

“Daddy, it’s s-so much. Fuck, r-red, it’s red.” 

In an instant, he stops, his body completely stilling. And just as quickly, he’s speaking.

“Good girl, baby, oh my goodness…” Rubbing your thighs lovingly, he sighs. “That’s such a good girl.” Sitting upright, his thick fingers swipe over your tender skin with the gentlest touch, massaging your pain away. 

“Thank you, daddy.” You’re whimpering, chest heaving. And you hate that you had to give in but he was right, you needed a break. Your body’s rapid and extreme changes have been doing this to you, leaving you tired and unable to fuck Jack like you used to. 

The word sounds silly, even feels silly sometimes when you say it. But it’s something completely random, something you’d never say during sex unless you, for some reason, had to. And this was one of those reasons.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, groaning. He’s still hard and leaking, still throbbing from the excitement of it all. Kissing his way down your back, he’s sweet and soft with it, his lips moving tenderly over your skin. He watches you slump down onto the mattress, but he doesn’t stop, kissing your backside and legs, all the way down to your small feet. 

“You’re so precious to me, baby…” He’s whispering, laying next to your body and rubbing your back kindly. “Are you okay, sweet pea?”

Turning, you curl into his chest, feeling his warm body and nodding. “Yes, daddy.” He wraps you in his arms, welcoming you wholly, and can feel your happy grin growing on his skin. 

Turning his head, he kisses your temple with a grin. “What color can you give me?”

It’s a popular system, really. Green for the all clear, the definite go-ahead. Yellow, proceed with caution. Red is a full stop. Some wonder why you don’t just say ‘red’ for your safe word, but it’s because you don’t use the color system only when you’re in the act; they’re used in any type of sexual situation between the two of you, all the way from kissing to him cumming inside you. Before your son came along, you didn’t really need these colors. You’d used them before, but it wasn’t often, not at all. But now, Jack needs the reassurance, and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Hm…” You hum pleasantly, feeling Jack caress your outer arm. “Yellow.” 

“Okay,” He nods, responding sweetly, calmly, while moving to rub your back. “You want more of me, honey?”

“Yes, daddy, yes please. But, I’m just so… sore.” You hate to disappoint him. 

“Oh honey, that’s not a problem.” Shaking his head, he urges you to meet his eyeline, genuine love in those warm, brown hues. “That’s okay, babycakes. You know daddy loves playing with your little pussy…” Sliding his hand down, he cups you softly, moving slowly and gently as he analyzes your response. Your color was, after all, yellow.  

“You want that?”

“Yes…”

Gently, he parts your folds, rubbing the pad of his middle finger over your puffy, sensitive nub. 

“You like that?” He’s speaking so quietly, so sweetly.

“Yes.”

And when he kisses your cheek, you just melt into him, settling right into those strong arms. 

“You’re sore, honey?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you look down, staring at where his fingers currently disappear. 

“You want daddy to kiss it better?” Leaning in, his mouth presses to your neck, tongue laving over your skin.

“Yes,” Cupping his handsome face, you bring him back to your lips. “Yes please, daddy.”

Just like that, he’s shuffling down your body, broad hands maneuvering you onto your back. And just before he nestles between your thighs, he leans down toward your belly. Sweetly, he kisses it, the space where your son is resting. It’s a smooth and sweet press of his lips, accompanied by a soft hum before he’s settling in the center of your spread legs.

“Daddy…” Almost immediately, you’re reaching for him, fingers combing through his hair once you find him. 

“I love how you taste,” He murmurs, almost to himself. “So sweet with my baby inside you.”

Slowly, the wet muscle of his tongue drags up through your lips, parting them. The juices he’d coaxed out of you easily drip into his mouth, which he happily laps up. Both of his hands settle beneath your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and his lips attach themselves to you. 

Soothing your pain is easy for him, it always has been. Kissing and licking your most sensitive parts after he’s fucked you raw, was an incredibly sensual experience, and not just for you. While he does it, he grinds himself into the mattress, mind and body fully enwrapped in the act. His hips rotate, just like your own, each of you seeking out the pleasure you collectively bring. It didn’t matter if one of you wasn’t being touched. If one of you was receiving pleasure, it automatically transferred to the other. And you suppose that’s what makes sex with Jack so great. 

“Baby…” Gasping, your head tilts back, mouth falling agape. 

Sloppily, he sucks your clit into his mouth, the hairs above his lip tickling your sensitive skin. And while distracted by that, he slips a finger between your slick lips, all the way in. Squirming, you feel his finger curl while his free arm wraps over your pelvis, taking time to avoid the baby. 

“Stay still, honey…” And he says it while he’s tonguing your clit, hot mouth hanging open. “Let daddy taste it.”

But what really does it is his second finger, the thick digits stretching you once again. And when both are curling up, punching against your brightest spot, you feel like you’re going to lose it. Though, not in a way you are familiar with. You’ve never been more overwhelmed than when you have sex with your husband, he’s made you feel things no other man has had the privilege of doing before. But this is… different, it’s so different. He’s prodding into you, fingers exploring your inner channel while his mouth worships your clitoris, but instead of feeling all tingly and excited, you feel like you’re going to burst; like your approaching orgasm is something you need to let go of, rather than feel. 

“B-Baby, Ja - daddy.” You’re so bewildered, you nearly say his given name. And that’s a mistake you rarely make.

Head coming up, he looks at you with worry, but his fingers don’t stop. Jack moves upward a bit, nuzzling his face against your plump chest while he hammers his digits into your sex. It’s sloppy, the sound of it loud and squishy. It’s from your spit and him but another substance is about to join in. 

“What?” That deep country tone wafts into the air, thick and sweet and just like honey. “What is it, baby doll?”

“I-I feel…” You’re clinging to him, hands reaching out with your fingertips digging into his biceps. 

“You’re my girl,” He suddenly whispers to you, ignoring your small, pleasurable pleas. “My perfect girl, daddy’s perfect thing.”

“Daddy,” Your lip feels wobbly, quivering slightly. Every single emotion is rushing to the surface and you’re unable to hold any of it back. You’re gasping from it, from him.

“Doing so good for me, letting daddy touch you like this, letting him taste your gorgeous little peach.” Watching you giggle quietly in the midst of it, he grins, knowing it’s from his verbiage. But then he’s bending down to kiss your chest, the peak of his tongue flicking over your nipples and you absolutely keen for him.

Heart fluttering in your chest, your mind racing and going dizzy, all you can focus on is this wonderful man. Your head tilts down, lids heavy with exhaustion and lust, seeking out his comfort. Which he instantly gives. Jack’s own mouth comes down to yours, tongue slipping past your parted lips. It entrances you further, hands pulling him in. And it’s when that hot chest presses to your own that you finally shatter from it. 

Honestly, you’re shocked it hasn’t happened before, and so is he. Though he’s surprised you’re finally squirting for him, he doesn’t stop from shock, he just grins. Instantly, his head is tilting down, watching the liquid splatter his lower midsection. It gushes over his skin, your shrill cries echoing in his ears and vibrating through his head. Rapidly, he shoves his fingers in, moving against the hard push of your insides as you cum for him. And while you do, he lets you move, lets you go feral as your hips shove up off the bed, pushing further into his hand. But while Jack is focusing on your pleasure, he’s almost immune to his own. His pelvis had been resting over your thigh, rubbing against you ever so gently. And when your hot arousal coats his lower belly, he’s cumming, hips jerking as he spills onto your skin. 

It only heightens the experience, everything feeling hot and sticky and wet. You can hear his heavy breaths, can hear your own, too. And suddenly, you’re crying, lips cracking into a wide grin as you breathe out a gentle laugh. 

“Honey?” Head whipping around, those brown brows furrow down at you, fingers now sliding out of your lips. 

“I just,” Shaking your head, you close your eyes, still keeping him close to you. “That felt so good, baby. Fuck.” Chuckling, you’re met with the beautiful sight of your husband when your lids flutter open again. “I love you.”

Jack swears that everything you do just makes him grin. You’re everything he’s ever needed. And even though your tears are that of joy, he leans in, kissing them. Pride swells in his chest, knowing that he brings out this emotion in you. 

Regardless of the wetness on his hand, he lifts it up, cupping your face to bring you in for a sweet kiss. He smiles in it, and can smell you on his hand. Slowly, his lips leave your own, dragging across your face and to his hand. When his tongue pokes out, though, it’s not his hand that he licks, but your cheek. 

“Baby,” Giggling, you turn your head for him, giving him a bit more access. 

And here, he kisses your skin, tongue laying flat before running across it. A heavy breath fans from mouth as he does it, a wanton moan flowing into the air, too. And it’s only when he’s finished here that he turns to his hand, tongue lapping at the divots between his fingers, running over his palm and wrist. 

Before you can even comment on what he’s doing, he’s coming back to you, grabbing your cheeks so harshly it briefly makes you wince. It props your lips open, his eyes staring at the beautiful picture he’s created before adding his spit. The unexpected act has your eyes rolling back, a euphoric groan emanating from your throat. It drips onto your tongue before his own is diving in, kissing you breathless and dominating you in the exact same way he has for years, and hopefully will for decades. 

“Baby,” He breathes out above your face, “Babycakes, fuck… tasted so good, sweet pea. Sounded so pretty, so fuckin’ sweet.”

Your fingers comb through his dark brown hair as he showers you with praise and affection, body feeling completely at peace with him. 

“Felt so goddamn good and baby, I’m so proud of you, daddy’s so proud of you sweetheart.” Again, he kisses your cheek, mumbling, “Using our safe word, just like you should.”

“Daddy,” Sniffling, you tighten your hold, both arms wrapping firmly around him. “Thank you, daddy.”  You feel so emotional after such an intimate session with him, closing your eyes as you sigh against his firm chest. “You mean everything to me, daddy.” 

He settles on the bed beside you, fully laying next to your warm body. You’re both becoming sticky and it just makes him grin, he loves this. He loves the life he’s built with you, loves the world you’ve made together. 

“You’re my whole world, sweet cheeks.” And he really means it. You’re irreplaceable to him.

It’s been years since you lost this much sleep, and you’re sure you’ll lose more when the baby gets here. But it’s not really out of worry that you greet the moon, but more so expectation. More and more often, you find yourself here in the middle of the night, rocking in this padded chair for hours, with no one but yourself and an empty crib. It’s almost like your own little private time, just you and your son before he really gets here. 

Both hands roam your belly, only covered in one of Jack’s old army shirts. It’s a deep, forest green, a color you always loved and especially on him. It always brought you comfort to wear his things, to just be surrounded by him. And here you sit, surrounded by his love, surrounded by the cute theme and sweet mementos he helped put together for your son. 

He came up with the genre, the overarching theme of the nursery. And with Jack’s personality, you always knew it’d be something country. At first, you expected it to revolve around cowboys, but no. Your husband chose the simple theme of a ranch nursery. And you didn’t argue it, in fact, you fell absolutely in love with it. 

You managed to add a cute touch to it here and there, cow print throw blankets on the rocking chair, cactus-shaped stuffies in the crib, and your personal favorite, a mini cowboy hat. Your son will look absolutely adorable in that. Already stealing hearts and he isn’t even here yet. You can already tell he’ll be just like his dad. 

“Honey?” And just like that, his dad is calling out to you, his voice gentle as he walks the halls. “Babycakes?” Jack calls again, this time with more panic in his voice.

“I’m in here, baby.” 

Turning the corner, he steps into the nursery with a tired grin. “There she is.” 

The room is lit dimly, with only the lamp on to light Jack’s way. You have one of the cow print throw blankets over your lap as you rock back and forth with gentle sways. And when you hear his words, you smile. He’s very clearly tired, his forehead wrinkled slightly with bags resting under his eyes. And still, he greets you kindly, even if it is three in the morning. 

“Gorgeous thing,” Jack’s voice is strained just a bit, scratchy from his lack of sleep. “What’re you doin’ in here?”

With a soft grunt, he takes a seat on the floor. Resting right beside your feet, he reaches out, grabbing one and ushering it onto his lap before rubbing the sole. 

All you can do is shrug, glancing down at him. Met with those kind brown eyes, he offers a sympathetic look, one that’s groggy but kind. “How’s my baby?” He knows you’re thinking about the one inside you. 

“I don’t know, really. I’m not worried… I guess I’m feeling impatient.” 

Your husband chuckles. “You want him here already.”

Again, you shrug, smiling down at your belly. “Maybe… I just can’t wait to hold him.” Your voice is hush, as if he’s sleeping at this very second. 

“I know; I’m excited to meet him.” Nodding, Jack leans in, kissing the top of your foot before switching to the other. And when he does, he takes a look around the room, noticing a few different things. More decorations have been opened and organized, more baby clothes and diapers have been put away, and the boxes and garbage from all the unwrapping has been taken care of, too. 

“Oh, wow.” He murmurs, eyeing the room’s newest details and additions. “It’s looking so much better in here, baby.”

“Thanks,” You grin, shoulders lifting with glee. And then you’re turning and pointing to the crib. “Look at the little cactus stuffies!”

As soon as you say it, he’s laughing. “You’re so cute, baby.” Shaking his head, he perks up a bit, gazing between the slats of the crib. “I see ‘em.”

Looking into the empty crib, you’re suddenly worried about the memories this might bring back for him, memories of his unborn son, Rhett. But when you turn your head back to him, you see nothing but happiness and that handsome grin. 

“You’re already such a good mother, honey.” And he says it so pridefully, hands sliding around your foot as he massages away your pain. “Before we know it, he’ll be here. And we’ll be starin’ at our baby instead of these cactus stuffies.” He teases, fingertips tickling your skin. 

“Oh, speaking of the cactus stuffies, they came today along with some other packages.”

“What ones?” Jack inquires, eyes returning to you. 

Smiling with pride, your heart flutters in your chest, knowing the finishing piece of baby Daniels’ nursery is finally here. “The sign with his name.” 

A zap of excitement rushes through your husband’s system, instantly eager to hang it up above the crib. But he knows both of you need sleep, and that an easy Sunday morning will be the perfect time to do it. So, he can wait until tomorrow for that. 

“I can’t wait to put that up in here.” He’s smiling so brightly that his dimple is showing, and all you want to do is cup his handsome face and kiss that little divot. “Why don’t we hang it up after breakfast, babycakes?”

“Sounds like a plan, daddy.” 

Content with your response, he stands, holding out his hand. “C’mon then, sugar. Let’s get back to bed.” 

“Okay, but can I show it to you first?”

“‘Course you can.”

Taking his hand, you lead him toward the closet where the sign now sits. It’s propped up against one of the doors, and you just love it. It’s the perfect size and color, the font came out just right, and the cactus accents match the ones in his crib. 

“Oh wow, honey. This looks amazing.” 

“It’s better than I thought it would be honestly. I didn’t know if the color would match the walls.”

“It’s gonna look so good hung up.” Jack comments, smiling. His hand tightens around your own, heart beating with affection. After all these years, he’s finally going to be a dad. 

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you and lil’ Jay to bed.” 

[the-weeping-author]

Upcoming fic

Beginning A/N: Hey so this is a sneak peek of the prologue to my upcoming stranger things mini series I just started working on this, and I’m super excited. The prologue is almost done. Then I’ll be working on chapter 1! Also should I just make this blog a stranger things blog?

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Plus!SizedOc

Please enjoy 😊

She looked at the blonde butler before waving him off, she then turned back to my mother while he grabbed my bags. He descended into the house, and my grandmother pulled me to her side. The old lady perfume violated my senses as it forced its way into my nose, I immediately held my breath hoping to get away from the revolting smell. Once my mother and grandmother got done talking my mom looked at me before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll be back to get you at the end of the summer, if you need us please don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nodded my head at her, and gave her one last long hug. When she pulled away I waved bye to my father already giving him love before we got here because he refused to get out of the car. My mother gave me one more reassuring smile before shifting her gaze to her mother. The once warm smile left her face, and she widened her eyes a bit before my grandmother sent me towards the house while her and my mother finished their conversation. That day was the last time I spoke to either of my parents again. My fate once had me in a small three bedroom house with my loving family, but now I occupied a room in a cold, loveless mansion. However now I had access to whatever I wanted, but it always came with a price.

My parents funeral was a week later, and for once in my life I felt utterly alone. I turned to food to deal with my parents absence, and my siblings radio silence. Both of them were older than I was, and they decided to leave Hawkins once the accident happened. Abandoning me with my cruel grandparents, they would call and check on me once a week. Until they just stopped reaching out all together, and that’s when it went further down hill. The year I started 8th grade was completely different, and my grandparents noticed that something was off. They just never cared, they weren’t any better than my siblings.

A/N: if you want to be tagged in this plz let me know I’ll definitely appreciate it! I look forward to sharing this with you guys.

[life-of-clexa]

Let me just say that this is the first time I’ve ever written something like this, I’m not the best writer but I am proud of it and wanted to post somewhere. Please give me some tips on how to improve it, and also don’t be afraid to tell me if you don’t like something.(Sidenote: Clarke is not dead, I know it seems that way, but she’s not I swear. Also it won’t turn out to just be platonic I promise) I’d love to continue this but it would require me having some help from somebody. If you’re interested or have any ideas for how to continue please let me know!😊❤️

THEN: The first thing she remembers is blue. Just blue. The kind of blue that artists paint the oceans with, or crystal clear water. So much blue she thought she could die right there, staring at a complete stranger with luscious blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, a woman whom she had never met before, but felt like she had known her entire life. A hand reached out to shake her own "Clarke. Nice to meet you." "Lexa, nice to meet you too. Have you been here before? I feel like I know you..." Blue eyes stared back at hers with a glint in them. "No, but I get that a lot, I think it's the eyes, people tend to find comfort in them I guess." "That makes sense" Lexa responded, "Well I guess we better get to work then huh?" she questioned. All she got was a small, but polite smile in return. From then on they were the best of friends. There wasn't a single day that they weren't together, and there was nothing that could keep them apart.

NOW: Tired green eyes cracked open to see the sun peeking through the window, they explored, made note of the dresser across the room, the familiar face in the lone picture frame. Blue eyes squinting with happiness, smile so wide she could swear she saw it touch the ears of the beautiful blonde subject of the photo. They shifted over to the old sketchbook sitting on the edge. Memories came flooding back of sneaking glances just to see the beautiful drawings that the artist created. They jumped to the nightstand next to the bed, the phone that sat on it, quietly buzzing. A long arm with quite a unique tattoo climbing up the bicep reached out to grab it. "Hello?" a hoarse crack in the words. "We're going out tonight, be ready by 10!" A voice shrilled from the other end of the line, "Anya I really don't feel like it. It's just too soon." she rasped and hung up the phone. It rang again. She ignored it. This went on for about twenty minutes until she finally picked up the phone again. "Alexandra Hope Woods!" Her sister berated her for hanging up, "It's been a year, you have to get out there at some point." "Exactly Anya, it's been a year, exactly one year since my life was torn to shreds. Like a tiger devouring its meal." Lexa reminded her. Anya sighed and shook her head, though the other girl couldn't see it, she knew what she was about to say. "If you don't at least try, you're never going to get back on your feet..." she whispered. "Anya I don't want to! I was happy then, and that was taken from me, so unless you can reverse time and draw my past back to the present, I'm never going to be able to get over it! The only reason I stayed is because I made a promise, and I'm not breaking a promise to someone that isn't even here to defend it." She hung up the phone again. Lexa felt bad for yelling at her sister, so she decided to shoot her a quick text. "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready yet. I don't know that I'll ever be. I just need time." And that was the end of it.

[loisroo]

ah okay, I saw my girl Cay beat me to for it and already asked about the safe house wip! So just ignore that ask lol! Instead, could I please get some deets for secret secret beyond evil, pretty please!!!😊😊

YES THANK YOU! this is the one i reread often because the feels— i’m hoping to actually finish it during the new year because it’s very dear to me. for this post!

the idea:

so everyone at this point should know how much i love pathetic, guilty joowon. i love diving into his little sad brain, pull apart all the pieces and sit with the small child that feels sad and broken in there…. ya know for funsies!!

so one night i was doing the dive and secret secret by stray kids comes on. and i know— out of all the songs i could have latched onto its kpop BUT the song is really perfect for a pining, sad, guilty joowon. it’s about the rain and not being able to just speak about how much you care for someone— at the beginning it mentions being scared their words will never be heard over the rain but then later it talks about how they sort of hope their words will never be heard and just washed away. they want to let go but they can’t and they try their best to keep moving forward but the secret still remains… it just gives me so many beyond evil and Joowon vibes (the be rain scenes have me by the throat still)

the sneak peek (it’s very rough sorry if it’s a bit messy):

His phone pings and he pulls it out, half hoping for a new case or a missing person so he had something to do besides stare out at the rain and think about men.

And just like that the guilt comes back fully, maybe even worse. The words in the text almost seem to mock him and he can't stop himself as he runs for the bathroom. Bile rises in his throat and he suddenly wishes he had more in his stomach then some toast and tea as he throws up in the toilet.

This can’t be happening, this….this wasn’t possible. He yanks his phone out and dials Kwon Hyuk’s number. The man answers and he sounds almost frantic, “Joo Won-ah, are you okay? Did you just get my text?”

Joo Won’s head is spinning and he can barely spit out, “Hyung… what-?”

He’s not sure what he sounds like in that moment, maybe just like the little kid he could feel curling up inside of him. “Han Joo Won... Han Ki Kwan has got a few people on his side for the appeal but I promise I will not let him get away with it.”

Joo Won can feel his insides running cold, “He shouldn’t be able to appeal, he killed someone and covered it up for years and-.”

Hyuk cuts him off with a much calmer voice this time, “I know, Joo Won. But even if he appeals, it would most likely just lower his sentence, he would still be stuck in jail until he dies.”

It makes something inside of him twist in his gut and he lays his head against the bathroom wall, ignoring how his anxiety crawls a little closer to the surface. “Hyung… What am I supposed to do?”

Hyuk sighs, “Just keep working and worry about your life, Han Joo Won. Let me handle this.”

He’s not sure how long he sits on the bathroom floor. Maybe it’s the exhaustion or the guilt but he can’t seem to rise from the floor until a particularly loud thunder shocks him out of his stupor. He runs on autopilot, not really sure what he’s doing until he grabs a coat and leaves his apartment.

He walks straight into the rain, feeling the tears build up and fall over as he walks. Joo Won has no destination in mind just wants to feel the rain. Maybe he really was cursed to spend his time miserable and drowning.

Joo Won’s not sure how long he walks, can feel his body shaking as he continues to cry. He feels so lost, so frustrated with a broken system, so guilty for not just ending this when he had a chance. If he would have just shot his father instead of making Dong Sik arrest him then none of this would be happening.

It’s the thought of Dong Sik that sends him spinning, he had been trying to avoid it as long as he could but…

Did the older man know yet? Had he heard that Han Ki Kwan was making strides in his appeal? Was he too busy living the life he thought he had gained back?

He’s not sure how long he’s been walking before he suddenly realizes his phone is vibrating in his pocket. He yanks it out to see multiple missed calls and texts from Kwon Hyuk but he just ignores it for the one text message that sits unopened.

Dong Sik had texted him. Joo Won-ah, are you okay?

Joo Won leans against a building as he feels the panic rise in his chest. He lifts his hand up and presses hard on his chest before he crumbles to the ground, sobs wracked his body as he buries his head in his hands. How could the older man even ask him that? He’s too kind, too kind for someone like Joo Won to be around. How many times would Dong Sik allow the Han men to destroy his life before he had enough?

He doesn’t rise from his spot until he’s shivering so hard he can barely stay in his position. He stands shakily, using the wall to help him. Joo Won feels the exhaustion shaking inside of him and when he rises he sways, his vision swimming.

His phone is vibrating again and he fumbles with it, the rain still coming down relentlessly. Dong Sik’s name mocks him from the call and he wants to throw his phone, and wants to chuck it in the puddle next to him so he never has to face the man again.

But he knows he wont, Joo Won can’t seem to avoid Dong Sik to save his life.

It takes him a few tries to answer and he misses the call but Dong Sik calls back right after and Joo Won is able to answer and lift it to his ear, he rasps out a broken, “Hello.”

He hears silence on the other end before a sharp inhale, “Inspector Han, where are you?”

Did Dong Sik want to find him and beat him up? He hears a soft snort on the other end of the line and Joo Won realizes he said that last part out loud, “Yah, you punk. I don't want to beat you up, I want to know where you are?”

[cookinguptales]

Hey! I'd love to have a serious reading if you have time! No worries if not 😊

Let's go with 12

I am Heather 🌸🌺🟣

I just told you that I have time! I'd be delighted to give you a reading. :)

Two of you actually requested deck 12 at once, so I guess the other person is getting a sneak peek at what's to come. This deck is the Halloween Tarot, and it's a cute one!

Hmm. This kind of makes me feel like you might be having a rough time, and if that's true, I'm sorry to hear it.

The Lovers, when reversed, indicates a deep sense of disharmony in your life. This is typically found between you and your loved ones, but that's not always the case. It could be disharmony between you and your friends, you and your neighbors, you and your coworkers -- hell, it could even indicate a disharmony with yourself. Personally, I think that last one is the one to watch out for most.

If there's a struggle here, I think it's time to take stock. It's good to think about your relationships every so often, and deeply. What do you love about this person, and what do you hate? Are those feelings fair? Is this relationship serving you the way it should? If someone is being unkind to you, it's okay to pull away from them. But sometimes you just need to think about why you got into this relationship in the first place, and whether those good experiences outweigh the bad.

If this is a relationship with someone that you can't get away from (say, a coworker or yourself), then I think it's still good to think deeply about this. What can be strategies to build the gap, or at least learn to cope with a bad situation? Are you being unkind to yourself, and how might you better come to understand your own needs?

Again, I'd really like to emphasize that this card can be about a discordance with yourself, especially considering the cards to come. Maybe you don't understand your own needs right now, or maybe you're being needlessly cruel to yourself, or maybe you're in denial about why you're doing something. I don't know.

I think an open line of communication is key, regardless. Talk to those around you or have a good heart-to-heart with yourself. Try to think through things carefully and make the decision that's best for everyone. Just don't avoid the problem! That's the worst thing you can do.

If you manage to do all that (easier said than done, I know), the Star is waiting for you. The Star is a card that's about the rainbow after the storm, so to speak. It's a card that speaks to self-fulfillment as a result of courage and faith. Basically, good things will come to you if you reach out and grab them. Shitty things may be happening now, but there's a chance for self-growth here and a sort of enlightenment that can only come from truly working through your problems and understanding yourself. What I'm saying is... keep your head up and your eyes clear. Do your best to work through the discordance in your life and what's on the other side will be really, really good for you.

Finally, we have the Two of Swords. That indicates that you've found yourself at decision time. We have a problem, we have a likely positive outcome far in the future -- but you can only get there if you make some tough decisions now. I know it sucks, but I reiterate: the worst thing you can do right now is avoid your problems. You need to face them head-on and really deeply consider what you want, what you need, and how to improve whatever relationship is ailing you.

I guess, altogether... shit's hard. It's really hard. You're in turmoil, maybe, and things seem like they won't ever get better. So maybe it's time to stop, really analyze your options, and make a decision. One way or another, you'll feel much better after you've addressed the issue and taken steps to improve it.

[swanimagines]

8:32am EEST: I've woken up! You can't send these anymore, I got 2 sneak peek asks overnight and I'm starting to work on them after doing my morning routines 😊

Let's play a "game" as an experiment. A version of it was last running over the weekend in 2022 spring and it helped that time, maybe that's going to give a kick for my creative juices because I really could use something to do at daytime other than sit around my apartment, work out or feel pissed because of life, and since that Peter Parker request gets about one sentence a day added, maybe a small kick could make me finish it. (The Peter request is this: "Imagine getting kidnapped by Thanos, and your boyfriend Peter Parker rescuing you.", it's excluded from the game because I've already started writing it) Also BatBP is out because of its hiatus, so please don't ask for sneak peek for chapter 11.

Choose any request from my to-do list and ask for a small snippet of it. I'll write that snippet and attach it onto the ask so you'll get a sneak peek for what's to come. (Choose a specific request, don't just say "anything for x character/fandom", easiest way is to copypaste the request to the ask)

1 per person so my inbox won't get clogged and end up in me being overwhelmed! And since it's 10:17pm (EEST) here, you have a until I wake up to participate, so the game ends in about 7-9 hours. So I recommend being fast if you want to send something.

[panggie888]

👻 A SPECTACULAR NIGHT 👻

The air was filled with anticipation as I entered the quadrangle adorned with beautiful decorations,the drape eerie cobwebs,hang ghostly figures,and the lovely and handsome individuals done their creative and spookiest costumes.Seeing their faces filled with excitement and a dash of nerves makes me nervous too.. but there's no turning back!

So come and join me! As i take you through the captivating night of "INDUCTION CEREMONY,OATH TAKING, AND A HALLOWEEN-THEME SOCIALIZATION NIGHT"

Ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and ghouls, welcome to a night where the supernatural meets the spectacular! Tonight, we gather under the spell of Halloween's magic, where costumes come to life, and the spooky spirit takes hold. Get ready for a hauntingly good time as we embark on a journey into the unknown. Let the eerie laughter and wicked delights begin!

The evening will kick off with an electrifying pop dance performance that will set the stage on fire. Talented dancers will showcase their skills, captivating the audience and setting the perfect tone for the rest of the event.

 Mesmerizing Melodies

Following the pop dance extravaganza, get ready to be serenaded by the melodious voices of our talented singers. From soulful ballads to foot-tapping tunes, this segment promises to be a treat for your ears.

 Costume Attire Competition

Let your creativity shine in our costume attire competition. Participants are encouraged to dress up in their most captivating and imaginative costumes. Whether it's a classic character or a unique creation, this segment will be a visual feast of colors and characters.

 Turn Over Ceremony and Oath Taking

It's time to acknowledge and appreciate the hard work and dedication of the organizers and volunteers who have made this event possible. The turn over ceremony will be a moment of gratitude, where we express our heartfelt thanks to those who have contributed to the success of this event.

In a spirit of unity and shared responsibility, participants and attendees will have the opportunity to take an oath related to the event's theme or purpose. This solemn moment will create a sense of commitment and inspire everyone to contribute towards a memorable experience.

Spine-Chilling Horror Story Telling:

Prepare to be captivated by spine-chilling horror stories. Participants will share their scariest tales, creating an atmosphere of suspense and intrigue. Brace yourself for goosebumps and hair-raising moments that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Thrilling Horror Trailer:

Get a sneak peek into the world of horror with a thrilling horror trailer. This short teaser will give you a taste of the suspense and excitement that awaits. It's a perfect opportunity for horror enthusiasts to indulge in their favorite genre.

Party Party!

After a night of thrilling performances and spine-chilling tales, it's time to let loose and celebrate. The grand finale will be a high-energy party filled with music, dancing, and pure fun with Dj Seth it's a chance for everyone to unwind, socialize, and create unforgettable memories.

Now, my friends, let's raise our glasses and toast to the memories we've created, the friendships we've formed, and the magic of Love that will forever live in our hearts. May we always find joy in embracing the unknown.

I an Rezil Adlao and this is my blog!

Thank you😊

[oneirataxia-girl]

1-10 for whichever ocs strike your fancy 😊💙

- @bluejay-in-write

Whatever ocs? Then I'm going with Garvita and Aphrodite, aka the mother-daughter duo we deserve but will never happen (unless...?)

For those who don't know, Garvita is my percy jackson oc and Aphrodite is my sandman one!

*gifs not mine!

What’s the lie your character says most often?

"I'm not a bitch!" -- Garvita

"I don't mind." -- Aphrodite

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Very strictly, like unless you memorize what Garvita's favorite coffee is she wouldn't even consider you someone she knows

Everyone is Aphrodite's friend unless proven otherwise <3

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

The only genuine emotion everyone knows Garvita exhibits is disgust, all the others are only known to herself, the audience, and sometimes her love interest

Aphrodite's emotions are usually all genuine, but during confrontations she masks them very well

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? (spoilers for both Garvita and Aphrodite!)

Garvita misses when Ethan/Luke would put on/take off her makeup and she would just talk about anything that comes to her head

Aphrodite misses how she could write in her diary without the worry of someone sneaking a peek

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Surprisingly, Garvita can! She just thinks about what her family used to be and what it now is and she cries; she doesn't like doing it though because it messes with up makeup and because it's not the best thought to have

As for Aphrodite, no she can't; honestly it's already hard for her to cry genuinely, crying on cue? Impossible

What’s their favorite self-care trick that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Garvita would rather die than share this to anyone, but! The reason why her skin seems to glow isn't just because pjo's Aphrodite is her mum, it's also bc she bathes her face in milk -- yeppp, like cleopatra

Aphrodite finds that indulging in one's impulses actually works out better than just shoving them down, she has tried to recommend it but people usualy just blow it off as oh but you're aphrodite, you're naturally gorgeous so she just... gave up

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

Answered for Garvita here <3

For Aphrodite, I would just sit in a corner and cry; trust me Aphrodite will come to check on me and maybe give me some life advice

Morpheus would just go to where she is bc he's a freaking endless, he doesn't need to yell to find his partner. Aglaea, Cheri, and Cupid would be like we're not paid to do this, plus she can take care of herself and just find some nice place to have afternoon tea lol

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Garvita only whispers it when she's holding the person she loves tightly, sometimes she traces the words onto their skin and presses a kiss after

Aphrodite never says it, but she has a way of letting you know she loves you with her actions only

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Give and recieve gentle love for both Garvita and Aphrodite

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

"I don't care." -- Garvita, 24/7

"There's more than romantic love in the world." -- Aphrodite, every time someone complains that they can't find love

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

I’m so excited for the Bucky x Steve x Reader story coming! Any chance of a sneak peak or update? If that’s not pushing a boundary or being rude to ask.

Hi anon! Of course it's not rude 😊 It will be out probably in a day or so, it's just about finished! Here is a sneak peek:

"So how goes life at Avengers tower?" you asked as you scooped a nacho off the top of the plate in front of you.

"Tony hired a new secretary for the lobby," Bucky explained, wiggling his eyebrows as he glanced over you at Steve. He rolled his eyes in response

"I told you, she's not my type."

"Oh, come on! She gives you the eyes every time you walk by!" Bucky argued.

"She's in her 70's!"

"Great! A younger woman," you ribbed, smirking at Bucky as he laughed.

"Ha, ha. You shouldn't be laughing, Buck - you're older than I am."

"Yeah, but I'm way more good looking," he retorted teasingly, running his fingers through his own hair for emphasis.

"No you're not!" Steve turned to you, a shadow of a smirk on his face. "Let's ask a third party. Which of us is better looking?"

You felt heat prickle in your cheeks. "Oh, hell no. I'm not answering that question. That's a trap."

"Oh come on, you know you want to tell Steve the truth," Bucky teased, draping his arm around your shoulders. You had to stifle a nervous giggle, tilting your chin down to hide the giddy grin that spread across your face.

"Nope. You guys will have to find someone else to settle this for you."

Bucky scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulders. "Pshh, you're no fun." You felt suddenly colder without his touch.

"So... find someone that's your type yet?" Steve asked you pointedly.

"N-nope. Just living the single life," you responded casually, turning your head fully toward Steve and shooting him a dirty look.

"There's not one person in your life you'd be interested in going out with?" Steve pressured, ignoring your scowling. "I don't believe that for a second."

"Excuse me, you're my mentor, not my wingman Steve," you grumbled, popping another nacho in your mouth to have an excuse not to speak any longer. He shook his head with a smirk, his knowing gaze fixed on yours for just another moment. You took the opportunity to change the subject after you'd swallowed your bite of food. "So, anyway - how is Tony?"

You could tell Steve didn't want to drop it so easily, but Bucky had already started to answer your question, and the opportunity was lost. Gradually, you began to relax again as the conversation strayed further from your crush.

[daughterofhecata]

7, 17, 18, 27, 30, 37 & 43? 😊

[fic writer ask game]

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Both? Both! Both is good! But turns out, I can't read long fics anymore that are already finished when I come across them, because high word count is intimidating.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

Very. I'm literally that cat comic with 'comints?'. This one.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

Yeah. The [untitled project]. I did recently brainstorm some plot ideas with Tiargo but idk if I'll ever actually get back to it. Because it would be a long fic - two parts, actually - with both a complicated case and complicated relationships.

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

Sometimes one, sometimes the other. Depends on how much I want people to read a story - ie I'm much more likely to throw out some pwp at a random time than something I've been working on for a long time/that means something to me.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

...das musst du grad sagen, was? Du kennst doch sowieso schon mehr snippets als sonst jemand.

You're getting the Mafia AU, because that is the most fun of the things I'm working on right now.

Der Sohn des Hausherren hatte sich offenbar ein paar mächtige Feinde gemacht, weshalb er vorerst das Anwesen maximal unter Bewachung verlassen durfte, und auch das nur in Ausnahmefällen.

Davon wollte der Junge - tatsächlich war er dreiundzwanzig oder vierundzwanzig, aber für Cotta blieb er ein Junge - nur leider nichts wissen, weshalb er unter ständiger Aufsicht bleiben musste.

Seinem letzten Aufpasser war der Junge zweimal entwischt - was dem Mann nicht gut bekommen war. Cotta fühlte sich ein bisschen wie in einem verfluchten Märchen. Die zertanzten Schuhe, genau genommen. Er wusste bloß noch nicht, ob er drei Nächte verschlafen oder am Ende das Geheimnis lüften würde.

Nicht, dass es hier ein Geheimnis zu lüften gäbe. Er durfte den verdammten Bengel bloß nicht aus den Augen lassen.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

Okay, I'm currently mostly working on the perfect part about it, which is going surprisingly well! It's at just over 8k right now, with two chapters done, one close to finished and two that are mostly fragments. Then there are the the one with the halo sequels - part 3 is done and ready for posting, part 4 is at ~2.5 of 3k, and part 5 still needs some serious work. Also, the Mafia AU that I'm trying very hard not to write at 1.2k, and then there's the secret project with @keravnous that I should be working on (and probably will try to on the weekend, sorry for my complete silence! 🙈)

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

uuuuh, getting to know all you people? 🙈 Like, the first discord/the rockybeachnet time in early 2019? Straight up saved my life, because I suddenly had something I was excited for again. Same with everyone who commented on my stories during that time. You and Tiargo? Literally the only people ever that I've been texting reguarly for more than, idk, a week or something. People here on tumblr? Amazing people who more than once inspired me to write more. Just. Falling into the DDF fandom was the best thing that could have happened to me, and (along with me quitting my job) literally saved my life.

[fizzydrink698]

Au of your own au? Why not?

We can call it a limited edition spin off full moon special thingy if you'd prefer it

Now that its on the table I must continue to push my abo agenda hehe

🐾💥’s runthrough of consort iii, let’s goooo!!

ok, first things first, why do you all keep tempting me to write alpha!consort!minho. i can’t please. so many wips already 😭😭 …but i’m also not not saying i enjoy answering asks about him 👀👀

reader needs all the blankets and hot chocolate and maybe, idk, a husband that understands basic emotional communication. that would be nice 😇😇

(the big question there would be whether reader even accepts that attempt to comfort her though. she’s uh, she’s a little prickly herself 😂)

reader’s bath scene was so fun to write. i love writing how her brain works, and how it goes from a to b to c. such a quiet little scene to contrast to the banquet.

and yes, it is absolutely for the best that felix doesn’t come back just yet, that would be a messy situation 💀💀

look, maybe the real crime here is minho rocking reader’s world with his smart mouth and then just peacing out with no promise of a repeat. maybe minho has been the antagonist this whole time. giving reader that little sneak-peek of power and running away. for shame, minho. for shame.

reader is ready to throw hands and minho is giving her too many opportunities. he could breathe and she’s ready to blow up about how irritating it is.

it was very fun to write minho and reader sitting side-by-side less than 24 hours after that wedding night, and reader being so intent on being furious…except for all those lil memories barging their way into her brain. too fun.

consort!minho needs to be flustered more, his ego needs the checking. she says. writing consort!minho like that in the first place.

i’m gonna come right out and say it. i don’t think it’s a spoiler at all. the king kinda low-key enjoys reader. he knows she’s a worthy adversary for minho. he’s a readho fan.

~oooh mystery~~ why are they suddenly not getting on? so strange. who knows 😇

“THEY’D MAKE A GREAT GRIME DUO” this has been constantly repeating in my mind for the last month. i can’t even…i adore this.

these two are just so catty, you’re right. pretty, petty bitches, both of them 😂

oh there would be big gossip if they were overheard. that’s a little element of this fic i enjoy, the extra complication of public vs personal life. reputation, public support, all that 😊

the props of the scene 😂😂 it’s true, i love making fic headers. so much fun to add those little elements of the fic in!

absolutely, you deserve that rest 😊 thank you so much for your reviews, they make me so happy every time i receive one 🥺

[sunshinebunnie]

Goddess, Worship (Sneak Peek!)

Since I’ve been having a bit of a garbage week (my 4 y.o. wound up having last minute heart surgery), I thought I’d drop another sneak peek of my first Nace fan fiction. 😊😊😊 I hope at least some of you enjoy this teaser! 

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“It’s always important to keep safety first with stuff like this,” he said with a shrug. “Even the stuff that might not look like it can cause damage if not used properly. That’s why it’s so important for anything intimate to be based on a foundation of trust, respect, and communication.”

Even though Ace was looking at George, Nancy felt like every word out of his mouth was meant solely for her, and it made her heart ache. Thankfully, she was saved from drifting too far down the path to melancholy by Addy exclaiming, “Bess, you never told me he was such a feminist!”

Ace gave Addy one of his self-deprecating half smiles as he said, “I just like to think of it as being a decent person.” His eyes swept over to Nancy. He’d seen her staring at him out of the corner of his eye as he’d spoken to George, but now that he was trying to catch her attention, she was looking anywhere but him. His heart felt a squeeze and he forced himself to ignore the sudden empty feeling in his chest. 

Laura (and certain parts of the library) had been his first introductions to BDSM. Like a lot of people, he’d been shocked to learn just how critical trust, respect, and communication were, having naively assumed all of BDSM was about causing pain and being mean to your partner. A small part of him had secretly been excited about the plan he’d come up with to save the bachelorette party because he knew he’d have an excuse to share a little about this side of his life with Nancy and gauge her reaction. Unfortunately, his plan apparently backfired given that Nancy now appeared unable to look at him. He forced his disappointment deep into the pit of his stomach. As Bess had said, this was (hopefully) going to be George’s only bachelorette party and he didn’t want to let either of his friends down by suddenly becoming a downer on the evening. 

Before he could even ask, Bess and Addy were standing in front of him holding out the black fuzzy handcuffs. Bess grinned at him as Addy explained, “I’m not as familiar with these supernatural investigations, so Bess has agreed to partner with me tonight. I don’t want to accidentally unleash something on Horseshoe Bay because I did something I wasn’t supposed to.

”Bess patted her arm as she said, “Don’t worry. Wouldn’t be the first person here who’s done that,” before she planted a soft kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. 

The two women held their wrists out and Ace carefully closed the cuffs, again taking pains to make sure they weren’t too tight. Bess and Addy stepped to the side to give Nancy a better view of the table. Ace held his breath as he silently wished for Nancy to look at him, but her blue eyes stayed glued to the items on the table. He knew which item she was going to pick because he knew her, so the only reason he could deduce as to why she was still staring at them was that she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. The thought renewed the hollow ache in his chest. Moments later, he saw the subtle shift in Nancy’s posture as she set her shoulders before he heard her say, “I’ll take the blindfold” (just like he knew she would). 

Nancy couldn’t bring herself to look at Ace as she let him know her choice. Ever since the “Drew Crew” formed, all of them had seen each other in a fair share of dangerous or compromising situations, but Ace always seemed to be the one to find her at her lowest or most vulnerable. Being blindfolded by someone intent on doing her harm—probably because she’d done something heroic and reckless—was bound to happen one of these days. She didn’t want to admit to him that she’d been practicing blindfolding herself so that she didn’t panic the first time it happened for real: she knew he’d give her that sad look that was filled with the weight of his disappointment in her constantly rushing head first into danger. Each time he gave her that look, it caused a part of her heart to shrivel because she knew he was only worried about her as a friend, and she couldn’t help herself from wanting him to want more than just her friendship.

Ace stepped into her space, reaching around her shoulder to grab the blindfold off of the table. She could feel his radiant body heat seeping through both of their sweaters, and she forced herself not to succumb to her overwhelming urge to sink back against his chest. (To be fair, it wasn’t like she hadn’t gotten that close to him before, there just tended to be a little more near-death-experience involved.) Nancy took what was supposed to be a calming breath in through her nose and immediately regretted it. With so little space between them, Nancy was able to pick out every scent that made up Ace—like the traces of bergamot in the scented deodorant he only wore on his days off and the lavender fabric softener that clung to his clothing to faint hint  of shea butter that always lingered on his skin.  Her brain was beginning to go into “detective mode,” trying to figure out which specific brand of deodorant he must use when Ace’s voice said, “I’m gonna put the blindfold on you now. Are you still ok with that?”

Nancy’s pulse started racing and she prayed her cream-colored complexion wasn’t becoming completely mottled by the blush she could feel spreading across her skin. The slight shift in his voice—that made it sound a smidge rougher, like he wanted her—was all in her head, just like it had been with the Sandman. (She knew Ace wasn’t interested in her beyond friendship. He and Amanda had been broken up for awhile, but he’d never taken any of the opportunities that had come up since to pursue Nancy.)

“C’mon, Drew!” George said, her eye roll evident in the tone of her voice, “Just get the blindfold on already so we can get started.”

[sukirichi]

Hey Saeren 🙂 Do you mind if I just - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! *ahem*Much better. That first chapter of ‘Till death to us part was SO freaking good! I didn’t know what to expect, but hoo wee mama was I pleasantly surprised! Ok first of all the length of the chapter!? HELLO.I kept scrolling and being SO happy it wasn’t ending (almost got off the wrong subway station I was so immersed in the story). We got more details, more story, more descriptions of the characters, more crazy Gojo (loves it). Then Sukuna as a king and Naoya as his student, brilliant. Found it cute that y/n turned Naoya down in public lol. (Also told myself “of course y/n isn’t his soulmate! Silly man, his soulmate is either named Suki or Saeren, duh). But uggggh this is so good, you write dark content so *chefs kiss*. You often end your chapters on the best cliffhangers too, only this time I immediately thought of this meme:

🥲💀🤣

Anywho, LOVED the first chapter! Big congrats to you! How are you feeling about it so far? Are you enjoying writing this more than your previous work?😊 Could we… I don’t know… can we get a sneak peak of the next chapter? 👀 or like a hint of what might happen in upcoming chapters? 👀 (NO PRESSURE THO! I know saying that makes it sound like I’m adding pressure, but I assure you I’m not, I’m just being my usual curious self hehe😅)

Also, *places box of hashbrowns in front of you* for you lovely. Hope you’re having a nice week, take care of yourself 💛

hello vee thank you so much for this 😭💕 i was actually worried that it might be too long for a first chapter but i didn’t know how to make it shorter either so that’s what happened. AND YES LORD NAOYA he’s scum in the series and he’s just as messed up as everybody else.

THE MEME OMG. hmm tbh i am enjoying it because its a really complex story and i’ve always enjoyed dark content so its very fun for me to experiment on. its also a great opportunity for me to just let loose. the series is dark and messed up in so many forms and somehow that gives me the freedom to just be as wild as i want to be. i feel like i’ve always been kind of limiting myself one way or another when i am writing so its a breath of fresh air. but i did enjoy broken records tho !! broken records is personal to me since some of the events and dynamics there have been taken from real life. as for the sneak peek of the next chapters, i’m gonna say it’ll be 🦐 + 🩰 + 💊 + 💦 whatever that means 😭 i hope you have a nice week ahead as well and thank you for this !!