#taste masterlist

[chimivx]

Like magnets, the push and pull of an addictively toxic relationship is relentless, never ending. It doesn't help that the men you're involved with are both equally good at their game... And apparently, so are you.

✧ one - august 1996 - Hyunjin was never much of a boyfriend, making all of your friends wonder why you've stuck by him for so long. You know what they say though, love makes you crazy... Or, love makes you end up in your best friend backseat straddling his waist... Something like that... Right?

✧ two - august 1996 - It's been three days since Hyunjin caught you with Minho. You should've realized that eventually... something was gonna give. It's crazy how friends you've come to know and love, can become strangers in matters of days.

✧ three - september 1998 - Welcome to your future, one you never could have imagined for yourself. Ever. It was only two years ago you and Minho renounced your Haven days, only to get swallowed by diapers and sleepless nights. For once, you think you're finally happy, but nonetheless, he finds you again.

Hyunjin's side of the story.

✦ one - august 1996 - "Bad things happen in love. That's why I've spent my entire life rejecting it. Everyone I've ever fallen for has failed me, and it's happening all over again, and I get to watch."

✦ two - august 1996 - Hyunjin finds himself conflicted. He didn't think he'd be able to find someone he liked as much as Jade.

✦ three - august 1996 - 'It was the most free I’ve felt in ages, it was liberating, and it was because of Felix. He wanted to get to know me, for me. He wanted to listen to me, to listen to me. He was genuine, and he cared.'

✦ four - august 1996 - All of the truth comes out. Hyunjin makes sure of it.

✦ five - august 1996 - Three days isn't long enough to outrun the past. It's even harder when it shows up at your door.

✦ six - september 1998 - 1998 is his year. He's sure of it. (With a bonus snippet of the future.)

Hyunjin and his family appear in the No Matter What I Do series. Find out about their future and where they all end up in the series starring his cousin.

read it on AO3 ☼ talk to me

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

just a little taste masterlist

summary: in which yn books a much needed massage appointment from someone named h. styles. Imagine her surprise when the most beautiful man she’s ever seen arrives for her massage [masseuse harry]

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[necrotic-nephilim]

Sorry if this might be a rude question but why don’t you just make a seperate account for your nsfw fics?

not rude, it's a valid question! tbh it's a combination of a couple reasons.

i started posting anonymous dead dove batcest fics long before i had the balls to make a tumblr. at first i was content to just leave them unassociated with each other because i didn't really care about them being tied to me. i made this blog to actually show solidarity to my partner who wanted to make a sideblog for Sandman comic stuff so we could cheerlead each other and be brave together, since i've wanted to make a batcest sideblog but i've been nervous about actually having to get it going. (mal ik you're reading this go be brave and actually make your blog so i can cheerlead you damnit-) only did it dawn on me then that i should probably mention the fics i've written on the blog after like, three of them were posted anonymously. and it would've annoyed me to have half of them anonymous and half of them not, because notifications for them would've gone in different places. i could go back and take my fics off anon if i wanted to, but i can't switch the account they're on without taking them down entirely and that'd fuck over people who have them bookmarked already.

which, ties into my second reason, if i made an entire second ao3 account it'd be harder for me to see notifications, reply to stuff, and post things for both accounts because i'd have to constantly switch. and honestly i'd be terrified of accidentally posting on the wrong one on a brain fog day. posting fics is always the most tedious part of writing them for me lol. it's easier for me to stay logged into one account and have all of my stuff in one place for me and just use the anonymous collection when i feel like it. if ao3 pseuds worked like tumblr blogs, where you can't see all my side blogs but i can, i would've used pseuds, but since you can see all pseuds on an ao3, i felt it was a moot point.

and the last reason is i just feel more comfortable being anonymous on ao3 because of the rise in anti culture. on tumblr it's very easy for me to just filter that out and find the people i want to follow and block the people i don't. i don't mind getting hate, on tumblr or on ao3. but i think, for whatever reason you want to blame it on, there's been a massive boom of antis on ao3 who are very entitled about how they read on ao3. i tag extensively, but i just feel safer from getting targeted attacks if everything i write on ao3 isn't attached to one profile. if people like a fic i wrote, want to find more i always link my tumblr in the notes, but if an anti wants to get huffy with me, they can't easily track down my other things. they definitely could if they wanted to, but being anonymous on ao3 just makes me feel more secluded, in a weird way. it's like saying "if you want you can come find me but on here i'm just a weird faceless guy throwing stuff in the void". i've used ao3's anon feature a lot, actually, i used to be a hydra trash party dumpster kid back when that was in it's prime.

i also used to be vaguely popular on a different tumblr blog and my main ao3 and while i think it'd definitely be cool if i got a decent chunk of followers on this blog too, i don't really miss having fanfiction do so well i got targetted hate on all of my fics from the same people, i had my fics stolen, etc. it was really exhausting for me. i have 120+ works on ao3, not counting what's anonymous, and that level of exposure tires me, even when i use my main ao3 to post things that aren't trashy. it's just a weird feeling knowing so many people are subscribed to you on ao3 and what if you post something they won't like because you jumped fandoms again, or you're posting something niche, or you don't think it fills enough fandom tropes to be well-liked. i used to obsessively think like that, and it made me not write the things i wanted to because i cared about numbers. and i don't want to slide back into that hole. writing on anonymous is mostly to remind myself i wrote this for me, and if other people like it, they can come find me, but i don't have to perform like that anymore. if i get a really weird fucked up idea, i can write the really weird fucked up idea. at the end of the day, just makes me more comfortable! but i get it's a super confusing set up from an outsider perspective so, i really don't mind the question, thank you for asking!!

[imaginedreamwrite]

Taste Of Honey: Part 13 (Epilogue)

As fast as winter had seemed to settle in with the dip in temperatures, the blistering winds that ushered in heaps of snow and bone-chilling frost that hung to spindly limbs, old man winter had taken its time in recalling its touch.

There was no real rush in the season to stop the perpetual snow and the frosty clutch it held on branches, there was no stoppable attempt to warm the earth as it should’ve.

Despite its attempt to hold on until the last minute, spring had come with a soft caress that had heralded intense hope for the coming seasons wherein Ari and yourself could enjoy nature without feeling frisked by the chill.

It was getting to the point where you could start spending more time outside than you had spent inside and everything new and bright that had come with the warmer weather.

It was the slow reduction of winter and the welcomed return of life that hid from the clutches of ice and snow, that had stirred even deeper within the house.

Ari and yourself had spent the remainder of the winter, since the attack, refortifying some outlying buildings that had taken some damage that had been inflicted by himself or one of the other bears.

You had repaired and fixed what needed to be, spending the time necessary to reshape this place where it needed to be. It hadn’t been singled out to the exterior of the cabin or the outlying buildings but the need to rearrange and revamp the inside had come with an internal urge that couldn’t have possibly been ignored.

Ari was patient, he was kind and willing to help you move things around from the point you started in the living room. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, not when he was able to do any task you wanted when you informed him where you wanted things.

It was as if you were controlled by some inner flex that wouldn’t allow you to find any kind of rest until things were suited to you.

You started with the living room, changing the way the couches were arranged before Ari had moved on to the coffee and side tables. He had moved furniture by inches or feet, he had entertained you when you wanted them angled or straightened, doing every task with growing smiles and deepening hopefulness.

He had known something you hadn’t, some secret within your body that was making the werebear act like a newborn fawn with excitement unbound, and yet he hadn’t told you a thing. Ari hadn’t once informed you of any kind of sense he got from you nor had he given you any indication why you were fidgeting and unhappy with the furniture placement.

“It’s something that happens, Honeybee.” Ari’s grin hadn’t faltered for a moment, not even when you apologized again for asking him to turn the couch again. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“The bedroom next?” You asked him while already pulling him up the staircase, tugging on his hand while he followed you faithfully.

When you had stepped foot in the bedroom you paused and hummed, one hand resting on your hip while the other had grabbed the front of your shirt and began twisting it, your hum becoming silent when you had bitten down on your bottom lip.

You had pensively glanced from one side of the room to the next while Ari had watched you with anticipation, hope and longing but never urgent. He had waited until you mumbled a comment about wanting to see the sunrise in the morning and sunset at night but didn’t want the light to directly pierce your eyes.

You hadn’t known if you were making any kind of sense to Ari, debating whether it could have even been possible and yet when he had gently ushered you out of the way and began moving the bed, you were surprised.

It wasn’t just his strength that had taken you by a surprise, but the way he dissected what you were trying to say and without a single doubt, had translated that into the perfect position for your bed. It happened within a span of fewer than ten minutes and without all the moving you’d asked of him downstairs you expected him to be tired, however not only he did not tire but he was eager to do more.

“I’ll rebuild this entire bedroom if you ask me to,” Ari spoke softly into your ear, humming pleasantly, “whatever or whenever you want me to help you-“

“I was thinking that the room beside ours…we don’t use it and I was thinking we could move that bed into the room down the hall?”

Your fingers curled and relaxed against your belly, the material trapped in your palm was almost acting as a stress ball or a fidget toy, something you used to occupy yourself. “And then maybe…leave it empty for now?”

“Are you okay, honeybee?” Ari cupped your cheeks, questioning you for the first time, his eyes searching yours with increasing tenderness. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Ri,” you responded with a soft scoff, a half laugh hanging off the edge, “of course. I just…I want to arrange some things.”

He placed a kiss against your forehead, the soft fluttering of his plump lips against your skin producing warmth that radiated from your head to your toes, the electric buzz that made you want to be completely enveloped in his entire being.

“Okay, honey.” He rest his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you back out of the room until you were back in the hallway. “Why don’t you go sit, and have something to eat?”

“Ari I can help-“ You whined, your hand now laying flat against your belly. “I want to help.”

“I can hear your stomach grumbling. Go eat, I’ll empty the room and then you can come see it. Deal?”

You sighed giving in almost immediately. “Fine, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Put your feet up, relax. Read a book-“

“Ari, I want to help.” Your voice took on a whine, a soft drawl as you relayed your need to help him for the second time.

“You can help with the furniture, honey.” Ari denied you with gentility, standing his ground with another slow building smile. “Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

With no room for argument you had given in and stepped away from him, starting down the stairs with a soft huff at your lips. You took the stairs slowly while listening to Ari closing one door and opening another.

He had to take a moment and compose himself when he stood on the edge of the room to study the single piece of furniture nestled against the wall. The weight of what it meant to him, the inanimate object that had represented so much of what he had wanted and desired in his life, was unfolding every single moment that he stared at the dark hand-carved walls.

“It’s happening.” Ari had drawn his hand over his chin before he cleared his throat and stepped out of the room, and headed toward the stairs.

He had descended the staircase one step at a time, his hand on the railing to stabilize himself before he found you and the secret was out.

At this point, he knew you weren’t aware of what this was. Ari knew you hadn’t once suspected anything other than being curious about wanting to rearrange everything. It was mildly curious to you and something you could have easily blamed and explained on spring cleaning however he had known the truth.

He knew that you were willing and wanting to change things up without having an explanation, and Ari was more than happy to help. He couldn’t have denied you this.

“Honeybee,” he found you bundled up on the couch, your hands tucked under your cheek and a blanket bunched between your legs, pillow discarded onto the floor, “baby, I have to show you something.”

He shook you lightly, being gentle and trying not to scare you though when you had opened your eyes, it was futile to resist the urge to kiss you. He was inexplicably drawn to brush his lips upon your own, kissing you into consciousness while helping you sit up.

He had caressed your cheeks, studying and searching your face while you sat on the cushions for a brief moment before you finally stood. Ari’s hand settled on the small of your back, leaning you against him as he escorted you back toward the bedroom you wanted to have cleaned out.

He could tell you were in a daze of sorts, not quite yourself in any frame of mind although there was clarity settling in where exhaustion once was.

“Let me know what you think.” Ari turned the handle and pushed the door in, exposing the bare room save for the single piece of furniture set against the wall.

“A crib,” even as you spoke the words your hands fell to your stomach, “Ari…”

“You’re nesting, honeybee.” He spoke with pride, immense happiness at the prospect. “That’s why you want to rearrange everything.”

“But I don’t feel…different.” At first you were confused, puzzled by the news that hadn’t felt right. “I don’t feel-“

“Y/N,” Ari grasped your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles before he dropped to his knees and rest his ear against your belly, “I can hear our baby. I hear our cub, I can smell them. Its…alive.”

“A baby,” you ran your fingers through his hair, stroking your nails across his scalp and then your voice shook, “Ari, we’re having a baby!”

He turned his head and placed soft kissed against your stomach, lifting your shirt with every kiss until his skin met yours. “Thank you, mate. This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“A baby,” you hiccuped through tears, “we’re having a baby.”

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Headcanons Masterlist - Valentino - Written Headcanons

Valentino's House

Valentino and Addiction

Valentino And His Body (Anatomy)

Valentino's Venom (Expanded)

Valentino and Typhokinesis

Valentino’s Cigarettes

Valentino's Deal With Asmodeus

Valentino and Magic

Valentino and Flowers

Valentino and Animals

Human Heights; Dead VS Human Disguise

Muse Phone Numbers

Regio

Valentino and his Mental Health

Valentino and Flavors

Valentino and Guns

Valentino's Closet

Valentino and Becoming An Overlord

Ostello's Death (My Fanfic)

Valentino and Cheating

Valentino and Sex

Valentino, Vox, and Vision

Angel Dust Leaving For The Hotel (My Fanfic)

Valentino's Businesses

Valentino’s Clubs’ Signature Drinks Part One

Valentino’s Clubs’ Signature Drinks Part Two

Valentino And His Disabilities

Valentino And Wastefulness

OnlyVal

Valentino's Stripped Antenna

Valentino's Anatomy

[theladygia]

The Tear-Taste-Test Fest: Anon Masterlist

The posting period for The Tear-Taste-Test Fest has officially come to a close!

We had 10 incredible works posted to the collection, and our writers have done their best to obscure any indicators of their writing/tagging styles . . . or have they?

Regardless of whichever strategy the writers have chosen, we have now moved onto the reading period in which everyone will do their best to correctly match the participating writers to the story they contributed to the collection. The reading period ends on March 14th, after which finals guesses will be submitted and I'll post the author reveals!

Please go check out these fantastic fics and show them some love! Feel free to guess the author in the comments of any/all of the following currently-anonymous fics. We'd love to see any guesses and why you think you're onto something!

As a reminder, most if not all works for this fest are nsfw and potentially disturbing. Read at your own pleasure but please mind the tags as you do!

Readers are also welcome to submit their guesses here. Anyone who manages to match all 10 fics to their respective writers will get a shoutout in the revealed masterlist post!

Lastly, an extra thank you and shoutout to @cindle-writes for creating the image banners for the fest fics! Appreciate you!

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The Tear-Taste-Test Fest Anonymous Masterlist

A Lesson Learned Well

Mature | 1.9k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Canonical Character Death, Cannibalism, Captivity, Parselmouths & Parseltongue, Mental Disintegration, Master/Pet

Despite Voldemort’s numerous and single-minded past attempts on his life, now that he had Harry contained within his reach, the monster that used to haunt his every step seemed content to simply ignore Harry’s continued existence.

Amensalism

Explicit | 6k | Content Tags: Canon Divergence - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Choking, Tentacle Sex, Cannibalism, Soft Vore, Monsterfucking

When Harry glances up, gleaming red eyes are staring at him out of a ghostly white, snake-like skull with jagged rows of razor-sharp teeth. It chuckles at Harry, high and cruel, then bumps its head against the shield charm and pops the Protego. “What the hell are you?” Harry demands.“I am Voldemort,” the pale monstrous face hisses out, a nasty smile stretching across its face. “And you are mine.”

Cynosure

Explicit | 2.7k | Content Tags: Under the Influence of Horcruxes, Soul Bond, Choking, Resurrection, Possessive Behavior

When he risked another look, billowing green plumes bubbled over the lip of the cauldron, snaking into the grass. And then Voldemort rose, tall, unnaturally thin, with hips pulling translucent skin taut and ribs ridged like fragile fingers. He looked like he’d collapse at a slight breeze.

Eulogy

Explicit | 5.5k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Emotional Manipulation, Mental Health Issues, Blood and Gore, Pseudo-Incest, Dubious Consent, Established Relationship, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

Frigid

Explicit | 3.4k | Content Tags: Imprisonment, Sexual Trauma, Impotence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Master/Pet, Temperature Play, Genital Torture, Humiliation

In which one of Voldemort's Horcruxes is broken and needs to be fixed.

Keepsake

Mature | 4.8k | Content Tags: Horror, Memory Alteration, Memory Loss, Loss of Identity

“I am Lord Voldemort and I have not kidnapped you.” “That's . . . I should have known that.” Because Voldemort's words ring true, deep in Harry's heart. Harry tries to remember, but the thoughts won't come to him. The more he forces it, the more obvious the gaps in his memories become. “Why didn't I know that?”

Matriphagy

Mature | 2.4k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements

He staggers out into the hall, then down the stairs. What he finds at the bottom makes him stop, swaying in place. Static rushes over his head, threatens to drag him under, to send him to his knees. Black spots cloud his vision. Still, the image lingers. His mum in a heap on the floor, hair dark with blood, with sweat, splayed out across the floor. Her chest barely moves as she breathes. In the cradle of her throat, her pulse beats weakly against near translucent skin. Blood seeps slowly from a wound where her neck meets her shoulder. Saliva fills his mouth. He swallows.

Phalanx

Explicit | 3.7k | Content Tags: Polyjuice Potion (Harry Potter). Ambiguous/Open Ending, Foot Kink, Humiliation, Breathplay, Forced Voyeurism

Harry expects to have time to poke around Malfoy Manor when he arrives, at least until dinner when he’ll presumably be required to put in face time with Narcissa. But before he even has the opportunity to find his way to Draco Malfoy’s bedroom, he is instead frozen in place by the words that emanate from beyond an open door at the end of the hall. “Narcissa,” calls a familiar, high-pitched voice. “Bring the boy.”

Research and Development

Explicit | 5.5k | Content Tags: Laboratory Logs, Human Experimentation, Captivity, Imprisonment, Medical Horror, Body Horror

Subject acquired. Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Secondary Objective: If Subject is a living Horcrux, determine whether the soul fragment can be extracted intact and transferred to a different vessel, allowing Subject to be terminated thereafter. Cell captured audio sample: You can’t keep me in here forever, Voldemort! Why don’t you come in here and face me, you COWARD! I’m not scared of you! Dumbledore will find me and—

Tearing me apart (like a new emotion)

Explicit | 1.7k | Content Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Bondage, Dacryphilia, Forced Marriage

Sex is such a petty entertainment compared to the thrill of watching Harry Potter break apart.

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List of Participating Writers:

Ao3 profiles linked and blogs in parentheses.

asterismal (@being-luminous)

cannibalinc (@cannibalinc)

doshu (@vdoshu)

eleven_eaves (@cindle-writes)

IceLynx

merrivale (@meles-merrivale)

MrVillain (@mrviran)

Pengress (@ellionne)

RudeHellion (@rudehellion)

wolf antlers (@wolfantlersinspace)

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Taste of sin, Masterlist

Summary - Kol calls Elijah to help prevent Silas's return instead Elijah falls. A year and half Elijah arrives in New Orleans with a new hunger, powers and a trail of blood. Siren!Elijah

part one - Elijah

part two - Klaus  

Part three - Kol

Part four - Klaus

Part five - Rebekah

Rotten Promises

[godihatethiswebsite]

I know I'm in a massive health flare up that's currently stifling the hell outta my creativity, but my brain managed to scrape together enough energy to put together something I've been debating about doing for a while now >>;

So for those of you that might care, I've put together a Spotify playlist for my fic Tethered Bonds. I plan to add songs as the story goes on, but for right now have a bit of a peek inside our poor omega's head :) spoiler alert: ANGST

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Whumptober, here we go!

Well, since I'm having so much fun writing angst and torturing my dear gremlin, this year I decided to go for whumptober, wuhuuuuu! ✨

This post is going to be a masterlist of whatever prompts I manage to finish, I'll be adding them as soon as they are posted (I have some of them already and ideas for each day, but adhd brain would do what it wants as usual, so it's a mystery how much I'll be able to write).

You'll change your name and change your mind (but you can't leave this fucked up place behind)

(or Sanzu Haruchiyo centric whumptober drabbles)

(link to ao3, I'll be posting it there too!)

Notes: Angst and don't expect comfort (each drabble will have its warnings at the beginning of the post since they will be changing from one to the other, keep in mind to check it!). Also, this is going to be jumping between timelines, since it's mostly canon complicit time-stamps of his life based on daily prompts. Yes, his life is so freaking sad that as long as I keep tl0 in mind, I can even go for canon and keep it whumpy. He needs some hugs (and therapy 😭).

Masterlist:

#1.Race against the clock

#2.Trust issues

#3.Set up for failure

#7.Only for emergencies

#10.Blow to the head + Secrets revealed

#15.Childhood trauma

#16.Necrosis + Survivors guilt

#17.Nowhere else to go + Forgotten

#18.Revenge

#28.Denial (checkmate)

[storiesoflilies]

you are in between my teeth and on my tongue.

in everything i do and every daydream that i dream.

and i will never know how i even lived before tasting you.

[foreverrandomwritings]

M’s Taste of Twenty-Five Masterlist

Thank you all so much for celebrating my Twenty-Fifth with me! Here are all the orders from my party! 

🎂Piece of Cake:

Piece 1

Piece 2

Piece 3

Piece 4

Piece 5

Piece 6

Piece 7

Piece 8

🍨 Bowl of ice cream:

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Just Peachy (Fluff)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Sunset (Fluff)

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Honey, Honey (Fluff/Smut)

[thedarkestgreys]

2022 was by far the most prolific year of writing fanfic I’ve had in the decade I’ve been doing this. 252k words published in fact, and 212k of that was Fexi fic. I owe a big thank you to all of you who’ve read and reblogged and commented on my fic this year, who’ve encouraged me and held my hand during moments of self doubt. I’m eternally grateful. 🖤

🪦 The Fexi Hades/Persephone Verse 💐

‘till our wide eyes burn blind

or: fez steals lexi // rated m // 938 words // on-going

one taste and you’ll be mine

or: lexi wants to stay with fez // rated m // 3.2k words // complete

🎡 One Shots 🎃

my heart’s gone double time

or: the s1 carnival au // rated m // 5.1k words // complete

the stray lines that unwind you

or: the sleepover au // rated m // 6.7k words // complete

to love you with the sweetest of devotion

or: the baby au // rated m // 2.6k words // complete

It’s The Great Pumpkin, Fezco O’Neill

or: the halloween au // rated m // 3.7k words // complete

🌌 Multi-Chapter 🏜

don’t you dream impossible things?

or: the stardust au // rated e // 15.5k words // 1/3 on-going

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

or: the desert fexi au // rated e // 15k words // 6/6 complete

💊 The Supercut Verse 📚

your violent overnight rush

or: the post s2e8 au // rated e // 141.8k words // 21/42 on-going

(after the storm) something was born on the fourth of july

or: the yvor au // rated e // 17.8k words // 3/3 complete

[b0amagination]

Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

"Tastes of Whumptober"

You know the drill: all 31 pieces from last month gathered here in the same place! They're organized by day and by story so you can find whatever it is you're looking for. Emojis indicate story association, and no emoji means a standalone piece!

As a general rule, I write creepy whumpers with defiant whumpees! Not all drabbles follow this religiously and I only write safe for work content, but you can expect those vibes from most of what I do! Otherwise follow content warnings and tags within each post, and ask for any missed labels.

In Order

Day 1 (Search Party: failed rescue, desperation, emotional whump)

Day 2 (Amusement Park: mistaken identity, recapture, knives)

Day 3 (Fingerprints: manipulation, gaslighting, friend to whumper, acid)

Day 4 (Sensory Deprivation: lab/medical whump, torture, unconventional drugging, mild horror)

Day 5 (Sunburn: captive whump, manipulating wounds, and a healthy dose of plot)

Day 6 (Not Realizing They're Injured: whumping the whumper, humiliation, nursing their own wounds)

Day 7 (Magic with a Cost: magic whump, pacts and punishments with deities, cave systems, and drowning)

Day 8 (🎧Isolation Chamber: sensory deprivation, multiple whumpers)

Day 9 (⛓Obsession: creepy whumper, shock collar, bargaining)

Day 10 (💸Passing out from Pain: caning, breaking bones, interrogation)

Day 11 (Convenience Store: public whump, threats, suspense)

Day 12 (📌"Just a little more": carved mark, tied to a table, collar whump, begging)

Day 13 (Team as a Family: multiple whumpees, pat down, criminal investigation)

Day 14 (Blackmail: captive as leverage, forced to listen)

Day 15 (💸Painful Hug: continuation. held captive, escape attempt, interrogation, dislocation)

Day 16 (📌Wound Cleaning: automotive accident, resigned to death, painful wound cleaning)

Day 17 (Ruined Map: pirate whump, swordfight, rivalry)

Day 18 (Loss of Identity: multiple whumpees, emotional whump, torture, punishment)

Day 19 (💸One Way Out: continuation. multiple whumpees, betrayal)

Day 20 (Giving Permission to Die: hero & villain whump, gun violence, threats of death)

Day 21 (🛏"Let the bedsheet soak up the tears": recapture, forced to watch, creepy whumper, whumpee called "pet")

Day 22 (🛏Reopening Wounds: continuation. forced to watch, creepy whumper, bastinado)

Day 23 (Public Display: medieval whump, public humiliation, put on display)

Day 24 (Equipment Failure: hero & villain whump, fighting, unconventional weapon)

Day 25 (Stitches: mild gore, held captive, blood, grievous injury)

Day 26 (📌Breakfast Table: continuation. recovering, foreshadowing)

Day 27 (🎧Muzzled: exactly what it says on the tin)

Day 28 (🎧Exposure: continuation. public whump, forced nudity, humiliation)

Day 29 (Fatigue: continuation. public whump, humiliation, forced drinking, whipping)

Day 30 (📌Recovery: continuation. painful wound cleaning, held captive, restrained)

Day 31 (⛓Therapy: mental health screening, held captive, caretaking from the whumper)

By Series

⛓Hasan and Declan⛓

My main story whose characters got just a few random drabbles this month when they fit the prompts!

Day 9 | Day 31

📌Nicolai and Payge📌

Payge's life is crumbling, due in no small part to the people he's repeatedly pushed away. One fateful night leaves him with no choice but to accept help, but he soon finds that there's nothing he can refuse anymore. (Pieces in story order!)

Day 16 | Day 26 | a gigantic time skip | Day 12 | Day 30

💸Financial Matters💸

Mari is the head accountant at an insurance firm, but the moment they notice the subtle funneling of funds they're already in more danger than they've ever known.

Day 10 | Day 15 | Day 19

🎧An Assault on the Senses🎧

A night of isolation for a captive whumpee veers quite suddenly into the unknown - helped quite handily by friendly guests and sensory restrictions.

Day 8 | Day 28 | Day 29

🛏Room For One More🛏

A happy couple, a recapture, jealousy, and torture, all in bed together. Or something like that, at least.

Day 21 | Day 22

[imaginedreamwrite]

Taste Of Honey: Part 12

A/N: Brief mentions of death

The smoke was thick and black, it was heady as it rose from the pit that had been dug. Ari had stood on the edge with his jaw clenched, his irrefutable ire and anger coursing through his veins as if it was as natural as blood and oxygen.

He had stared down at the burning mess, the stench should have turned his stomach or soured his contexture but instead, it had brought him a warring feeling of sombreness and relief.

“Not everyone is as lucky as you,” the damned fae had called from the edge of the thicket, unable or unwilling to step closer to Ari while he was dealing with the dead werebear, getting rid of the body before he dared to try and find you, “not every beast-“

“It could have just as easily been me,” Ari called over his shoulder, cutting off the fae that was part of the problem in itself, and the charm he had laid upon Ari’s land that had not been as strong as promised.

“I did everything I could to save her from the feral bear but there was another one. There were two-“

“Ari I’m sorry. This never happened before.” The fae had covered his nose, his eyes watering from the stench of burning fur and the black smoke that came in thickets. “I thought the charm was good-“

“You were distracted. Your mate, Dahlia as you’d said, was on your mind.” Ari hadn’t forgiven the face, but as he stepped away from the burning body and the pit it was in, he couldn’t help but hold some kind of pity for the creature who was dealing with his mate’s vehement anger.

You were pissed off at Ari, you had your share of anger that had been unleashed upon Ari but the bond between you and disappointment in your personal life had eased you into the idea of being somewhere so peaceful.

You were given the opportunity to escape the city life and the constant cycle of life in the rush of things, to the peaceful and normally quiet life of nature. You could remain undisturbed, you could work from home without having to be in an office with people you couldn’t stand. You could leave your front door and be surrounded by the beauty and sounds of nature.

You and Ari shared that.

The fae and his mate shared animosity and the dirty details that had brought them together in a more complicated way.

“She hates me, she wants me dead.” The normally confident and somewhat cocky fae had looked disturbed, he had looked unkempt and lost in his mind.

Ari knew the way they had met each other was not ideal, it was a transaction made by his mate’s ex that had seen her bound to him and she held onto resentment for the boyishly spirited fae.

“I want you dead too.” Ari had spoken with a gruff and animalistic growl, the edge of his bear drawing closer to the fine line that separated the man and the beast. “You made a stupid mistake-“

“She’s fine, Ari. She’s unharmed.” The fae had tried to smooth things over, he had followed Ari around the property line to further seal the charm and prevent it from allowing anything in, again.

And then he tried to smooth things over knowing that even with all the fae had, if Ari had become the beast he was internally, nothing would save him from Ari’s rage. Not when Ari thought he was protecting and seeking some form of revenge for his mate.

“She damn well better be.” Ari had huffed, tucking his chin into his chest as he let lose the warning, the contemptuous growl that had radiated across the forest floor and made the other creature shudder. “You better hope she’s fine.”

Ari bristled past him, the wound that had stretched from the top of his chest to his rib cage had healed, and nothing more than a scar that would fade in a few days had been left behind.

He was healed, he was back to his full strength and he had dealt with one of the problems while the other had run off the property. Everything was ready for you to come home, everything was prepared for you to return to Ari and the safety of your home, as long as the fae had done his job correctly this time.

The other feral beast had been run off with injuries of his own, and Ari had felt a streak of pity for the werebear who had gone so long without a mate, without a single hope of a mate. The werebear who had survived had been young, he what likely only gone through a handful of ruts and would have likely been under the influence of a temporary feral state of mind that would soon fade bringing him back to his normal sense.

Ari knew the second bear could be saved but the first was infected, his mind was beyond saving. The feral state that the werebear was in, the one who attacked you, was irreparable. There was no hope for the creature when he was that far gone, and what Ari had done was merciful.

“I promise, it’ll be good now. I swear,” the fae was nervous and agitated, he was put on edge by Ari’s state of being, so desperate to get back to his mate that he could slip back into that beastly state of mind, “I didn’t fuck it up. Ari, I’m sorry-“

“You have a lot to learn about being a mate,” Ari cut him off with a low rumble that had been rooted deep in his chest, “for the sake of your human, you need to get your head out of your ass. Something could have just as easily happened to her, you should be lucky it didn’t.”

“They can’t lie, they have an inability to lie which is problematic because the truth is painful.” Dahlia had taken a place next to you, relaying her fae-given name instead of the one she was born with.

“I can ask him anything I like and he can’t lie, and at first I had pushed for the difficult questions because I wanted to keep as much distance between us as I could.”

“He took me from my campsite. I was on my way to the west coast to take a job I didn’t want, it was a means to escape a relationship I hated.” You had admitted your truth, speaking plainly as a means to keep your mind occupied while you waited for Ari to come find you.

It seems like months or even years since you had been at the campsite, wondering why so many people warned you about the woods. It had felt as if a lifetime had passed between the moment you were taken and now, the shifting emotional path a complete 180 from where you started.

“I love him,” you mumbled, drawing your legs into your chest before you rest your chin against your hands, “I love Ari, I love him. I came to love him on my own, and it’s screwed up how he took me, but this…I’ve never been happier.”

“Are you happy?” She questioned, not intending to be condescending but rather she was genuinely curious.

“I am happy. I’ve never been happier, being out in the middle of nowhere with no outside pressures to keep up appearances or try to hold myself together…” you sighed and lifted your hand to your cheeks, wiping tears instinctively as you whimpered.

“I hated working under pressure, I hated my job and I hated my boss. I felt like I was stuck in this endless cycle of doing the same shit every day. But now-“

“It feels good? Giving in?” Dahlia’s voice was quiet, her hands clutching the teacup in her hand.

“I love Ari, I love what he’s done for me, what he’s given me. Being out here and having endless space to roam and explore, being able to embrace the world without all that extra noise or societal pressures, it just…I feel like I can breathe, really breathe, without having to have someone looking over my shoulder.”

You didn’t even know if you were making sense, you didn’t know if you were communicating yourself in a way that she would understand.

Truly, while Ari had kidnapped you and stolen you from the life you were stuck in, it was the best thing to have ever happened to you. When he had taken you and claimed you as his mate, as his bear’s life partner, you had no idea how fulfilling your life was going to become.

You could still work, you could still have a career only you didn’t need to leave the peaceful home you’d come to love. You could still do what you wanted to do, you could do whatever you wanted to, and you had the peaceful serenity of nature. You had Ari and Ari had you, but you also had the opportunity to live a good life off the land Ari had.

“I understand enough.” Dahlia’s silence had ended, her stalemated sombreness had come to an end as she shifted and got off the couch with a sigh.

“I’m happy for you and Ari, I wish…I’m so pissed off at him. I’m so pissed off at him, and I feel like I could throttle him.”

“That fae and his empty head, he doesn’t know what he’s doing-“ A chime had echoed in the house, radiating off the walls creating a void between what Dahlia was saying and what she wanted to say.

The chime had come twice more and as it ended Dahlia had moved toward the front door of the house and braced her hand against the doorknob.

“It’s a security feature. Fae’s are suspicious of other people, someone’s approaching-“

You rose to your feet, the blanket that had been discarded when you pulled your legs to your chest had almost caused you to trip as you scurried to the door. You stood a few inches from Dahlia, waiting for her to open the door and then you pushed past her to make it out onto the covered veranda.

Your bare feet bristled in the cold, but your eyes and your heart had synonymously become transfixed upon the sight of your big bear shifter coming up the trail.

“Ari!” you squeaked his name and darted for the door of the covered veranda, slamming it open to get closer to him.

Your feet hadn’t touched snow, you didn’t have the chance to take a step. Ari had met you at the enclosure and lifted you from the wooden steps, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you tightly against him.

The entire world around you had faded, everything was ash and dust, nothing felt as important or as real as having Ari lifting you from the aged wood while whispering in your ear. Your arms had been securely wrapped around him in the same tight fixed grasp while you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the cracks in your composure becoming gaps that had let every thrashing emotion through the barrier.

You hadn’t recognized the sound of your voice as you cried into his neck, apologizing in bumbles as he brushed his hand down the back of your head. He was comfort and strength wrapped in a towering and broad package, he was your perfect other half that you had never anticipated finding.

“It’s not your fault, none of this is your fault.” Ari had set you back down on the wooden steps, his hands brushing away your tears as his eyes swept across your face, studying you. “This is not your fault, none of this is your fault. I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Ari cupped your cheek and tilted your head back, his eyes sweeping across your face. He had stepped closer, the two of you standing flush chest to chest. He swept his free hand along the side of your waist to settle upon your back while your hands had come to rest against his chest, nothing was said between the two of you and nothing had to be said at the moment.

The corner of his lips twitched as he leaned in resting his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed. Ari had inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with your scent while his chest rumbled with a silky purr, the sound of pure contentment falling graciously from his lips.

“This is not your fault, you didn’t do anything to cause this.” He whispered to you, his voice softly radiating and dripping with warmth and honey.

“I wanna go home.” You pressed yourself against him, hiding your face into his broad and firm chest, almost as if you were trying to crawl inside his coat like a joey for comfort and warmth. “I wanna go home and sleep for days.”

“We’re going home.” Ari pressed his lips against your forehead, he softly murmured against you as he promised a return to your safe place.

“I have a few of her things.” Dahlia had spoken behind you, a dull and muffled groan from her fae giving you the impression that she had struck him.

“Thank you,” you called to her without pulling away from Ari, without separating yourself from his warmth, “for helping me.”

“Wish we’d met under better circumstances.” Dahlia had set your boots down first and then draped the torn coat down on the steps, the evidence of the feral beasts’ sharp claws prevalent in the ripped material of the back.

“Put your boots on,” Ari had only let you go when it was necessary and as you had been busying yourself with slipping the dried boots back on your feet, he had slipped his coat off and draped it around your shoulders, “we’re going home, it’s safe.”

Ari had only looked past you once, his steady gaze settling on the fae. Ari had given him an acknowledging nod before he slipped one arm around your back and the other under your knees, lifting you from the wooden steps.

He rest you against his chest and carried you away from their home, humming and huffing pleasantly, set on the track to take you back. His feet crunched in the snow as he stepped away from the fae’s home, only stopping once you were past the tree line and out of sight.

Ari had stopped and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against your own to scent you, and then he cooed softly. “I love you, Honeybee. More than anything or anyone, you are the great love of my life.”

“I love you too, Ari.” You gazed at him through your lashes, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

*I know the gif is Frank Adler but the emotion fits*

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[homieswithhades]

MASTERLIST

my writing

before you say something real — byler (stranger things) | 5.4k | platonic elmike, wheeler sibling supremacy, bgd jancy and a rain kiss with a little twist

swayin’ away with you — blackbonnet (ofmd) | 3.2k | stede shows ed how to dance, banter and romantic tension

i need an alibi to justify (somebody to blame) — papenathy (the secret history) | 1.2k | canon complaint of the ending of tsh from francis’ pov, richard uses his brain for once

remember the pact of our youth — stucky (marvel) | 3.1k | continuation of the 1930′s “im with you till the end of the line” scene, hurt/comfort, drawing, reading the hobbit, and a good bit of crying

seventeen — stucky (marvel) | 3.1k | steve and bucky get into trouble on bucky’s 17th birthday, angst and the boys being mutually protective 

WIPs (bully me to write and publish)

- the crusade for caledonia — johnlock (bbc sherlock) | currently 6k ish | casefic that takes place on a train— my magnum opus. i love this fic and i think it could turn out amazing if someone begged me to finish it

- spillin’ drinks on my settee — papenathy (the secret history) | currently 1k ish | smutty continuation of a canon scene

- i am touching, i am grabbing (everything i cant be having) — sangihun (squid game) | currently 5.2k ish | what if sangwoo and gihun met eachother before the first game? what if these two shit idiots talked about their shitty decisions and lives and then fucked about it? not to toot my own horn but this one goes hard

playlists

blessed are those who hunger and thirst for charthur

byler songs to scream and cry to

blackbonnet my life essence my reason to live etc etc

sangihun kissed in the finale trust me i was the knife

stucky is marvel’s bastard child that they refuse to acknowledge

johnlock was served to me on a silver platter by the bbc in my darkest hour

lokius is the hill i choose to die on

[theladygia]

The Tear-Taste-Test Fest: Author Reveals!

Our sobmeliers were too excited to wait until the 14th (and preferred reveals to be on a Sunday instead of a Tuesday), so I am super proud to reveal which of the 10 participating authors wrote the 10 fics in The Tear-Taste-Test Fest Collection!

Thanks so much to all the writers who gave us such tasty treats: @being-luminous, @cannibalinc, @vdoshu, @cindle-writes, IceLynx, @meles-merrivale, @mrviran, @ellionne, @rudehellion and @wolfantlersinspace! Please go check out their now-revealed fics and shower them in the love they so deserve!

Last notes before the masterlist:

We did have one writer score a perfect 10/10 in author guesses, so congrats to Reign for winning the guessing game portion of this little event.

Once again, thank you to Cindle for the fic banners I've used in both the anon and revealed masterlists. Appreciate you!

Shoutout to Doshu for letting us use her quick artwork as the icon for the fest. We love our tearful Harry!

Now, onto the reveals!!!

The Tear-Taste-Test Fest Masterlist

A Lesson Learned Well || written by: Pengress

Mature | 1.9k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Canonical Character Death, Cannibalism, Captivity, Parselmouths & Parseltongue, Mental Disintegration, Master/Pet

Despite Voldemort’s numerous and single-minded past attempts on his life, now that he had Harry contained within his reach, the monster that used to haunt his every step seemed content to simply ignore Harry’s continued existence.

Most frequently guessed writer: Pengress (3/10) Number of writers guessed: 7

Amensalism || written by: eleven_eaves

Explicit | 6k | Content Tags: Canon Divergence - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Choking, Tentacle Sex, Cannibalism, Soft Vore, Monsterfucking

When Harry glances up, gleaming red eyes are staring at him out of a ghostly white, snake-like skull with jagged rows of razor-sharp teeth. It chuckles at Harry, high and cruel, then bumps its head against the shield charm and pops the Protego. “What the hell are you?” Harry demands. “I am Voldemort,” the pale monstrous face hisses out, a nasty smile stretching across its face. “And you are mine.”

Most frequently guessed writer: eleven_eaves (5/10)

Number of writers guessed: 5

Cynosure || written by: wolf antlers

Explicit | 2.7k | Content Tags: Under the Influence of Horcruxes, Soul Bond, Choking, Resurrection, Possessive Behavior

When he risked another look, billowing green plumes bubbled over the lip of the cauldron, snaking into the grass. And then Voldemort rose, tall, unnaturally thin, with hips pulling translucent skin taut and ribs ridged like fragile fingers. He looked like he’d collapse at a slight breeze.

Most frequently guessed writer: wolf antlers (7/10)

Number of writers guessed: 4

Eulogy || written by: merrivale

Explicit | 5.5k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Emotional Manipulation, Mental Health Issues, Blood and Gore, Pseudo-Incest, Dubious Consent, Established Relationship, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

You run through the things you have to do for the day. It is, admittedly, a very short list. Wake up. Be clean. Be ready. An empty life, some might call it. You don’t. It is the life He has given you, and so it is what you deserve.

Most frequently guessed writer: merrivale (4/10)

Number of writers guessed: 5

Frigid || written by: MrVillain

Explicit | 3.4k | Content Tags: Imprisonment, Sexual Trauma, Impotence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Master/Pet, Temperature Play, Genital Torture, Humiliation

In which one of Voldemort's Horcruxes is broken and needs to be fixed.

Most frequently guessed writer: MrVillain (6/10)

Number of writers guessed: 4

Keepsake || written by: IceLynx

Mature | 4.8k | Content Tags: Horror, Memory Alteration, Memory Loss, Loss of Identity

“I am Lord Voldemort and I have not kidnapped you.” “That's . . . I should have known that.” Because Voldemort's words ring true, deep in Harry's heart. Harry tries to remember, but the thoughts won't come to him. The more he forces it, the more obvious the gaps in his memories become. “Why didn't I know that?”

Most frequently guessed writer: IceLynx (4/10)

Number of writers guessed: 5

Matriphagy || written by: asterismal

Mature | 2.4k | Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements

He staggers out into the hall, then down the stairs. What he finds at the bottom makes him stop, swaying in place. Static rushes over his head, threatens to drag him under, to send him to his knees. Black spots cloud his vision. Still, the image lingers. His mum in a heap on the floor, hair dark with blood, with sweat, splayed out across the floor. Her chest barely moves as she breathes. In the cradle of her throat, her pulse beats weakly against near translucent skin. Blood seeps slowly from a wound where her neck meets her shoulder. Saliva fills his mouth. He swallows.

Most frequently guessed writer: asterismal (6/10)

Number of writers guessed: 3

Phalanx || written by: doshu

Explicit | 3.7k | Content Tags: Polyjuice Potion (Harry Potter). Ambiguous/Open Ending, Foot Kink, Humiliation, Breathplay, Forced Voyeurism

Harry expects to have time to poke around Malfoy Manor when he arrives, at least until dinner when he’ll presumably be required to put in face time with Narcissa. But before he even has the opportunity to find his way to Draco Malfoy’s bedroom, he is instead frozen in place by the words that emanate from beyond an open door at the end of the hall. “Narcissa,” calls a familiar, high-pitched voice. “Bring the boy.”

Most frequently guessed writer: doshu (4/10)

Number of writers guessed: 4

Research and Development || written by: cannibalinc

Explicit | 5.5k | Content Tags: Laboratory Logs, Human Experimentation, Captivity, Imprisonment, Medical Horror, Body Horror

Subject acquired. Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Secondary Objective: If Subject is a living Horcrux, determine whether the soul fragment can be extracted intact and transferred to a different vessel, allowing Subject to be terminated thereafter. Cell captured audio sample: You can’t keep me in here forever, Voldemort! Why don’t you come in here and face me, you COWARD! I’m not scared of you! Dumbledore will find me and—

Most frequently guessed writer: cannibalinc (6/10)

Number of writers guessed: 3

Tearing me apart (like a new emotion) || written by: RudeHellion

Explicit | 1.7k | Content Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Non-Consensual Bondage, Dacryphilia, Forced Marriage

Sex is such a petty entertainment compared to the thrill of watching Harry Potter break apart.

Most frequently guessed writer: Pengress (6/10) Successfully fooled the majority!

Number of writers guessed: 4