#ty for asking bb

[sp00kymulderr]

I need to know about FLESH for the WIP game.

or cherry

or gym joel

pls 😇

I'll tell you about all three since you asked so nicely 😘

FLESH I can't really share a snippet of yet because it's all a mess but ugh this is one of my faves. Think older Jackson!Joel, a man who has been struggling to connect with the world around him since settling in Jackson. When he meets the preachers wife (reader) he immediately becomes just so consumed with her. With lust, yeah, but so much more. She's something more beautiful than he ever knew existed. It's forbidden fruit, it's infidelity, it's pining, it's angst, it's pleasure, it's pain. I'm so excited to get round to tidying this and publishing it!

Cherry chapter 2, my beloved throuple I've been ignoring for too long :'( here's a little bit of it:

The moment you realise what you're doing, your stomach twists in shame and anger at yourself. Your hand jolts away, you try to catch your breath and shake the image from your head. "What the fuck is wrong with you" You mutter to yourself, pulling the sheets up over your traitorous body that's still warm from the thought of...him.

Aaaand Gym crush!Joel! My man. He's such a sweetheart, but also a very horny one. I've had so much help from @ravensmadreads on putting thoughts together on this fic and I've decided rather than a longform fic that didn't really make sense it's going to be a series of loose fit vignettes which is just a little more fun and playful!

I don't want to post the snippet but the current idea I'm working on is: big biceps juicy butt soft tummy Joel sending post-gym selfies 🤭

[seanfalco]

Pre 6, general 4, 8, and domestic 6 for the ship questions (Nathan and Winnie) love youuu

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

They'd think you're crazy. Win doesn't believe in soulmates and Nathan's never been in a serious relationship before.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

I guess I'd say, they're each other's first real relationship. Plus, Nathan's first time getting pegged.

Who gets jealous easier?

Nathan, hands down. Win's known to get jealous from time to time, but nowhere near as much as Nathan.

Who worries the most?

Win. She's done some pretty reckless things, but Nathan takes the cake. Even once his immortality is known, she still can't help but worry about him.

[ otp questions ]

[getoswhore]

anyway, how have YOU been?

SORTA THE SAME!! ive been super shitty and on the verge of putting myself into a silly little padded room!! (i am vv depressed) OTHER THAN THAT IM CRUZZIN!! living life to it's fullest potential!! 🤭🤭

[theepoetspoem]

I’d watch you read a book or play Mario Kart on your OF. Whatever you plan to do, you’re getting my money. Drop that link, please and thank you.

*Reads grocery list in lingerie*

[collaredsoldat]

Will there be later on a fic of Wintersoldierxreader? When he gets a bit more stable and starts to form a more human relationship with y/n?

Will he slowly transition back into who he used to be?

I get a lot of dms and asks about more romantic fics with WS, and I am not sure if I will go that far. I'm on the fence.

Bucky endured extreme conditions for 70 years and that kind of psychological dehumanization lasts for a lifetime. He does slowly get better in the films yes, but not completely, and my fics will be no different. Especially since this blog focuses on his WS era only. I haven't really explored the intimate trauma end of it a whole lot and I want to, but haven't gotten that far.

Since the nature of this side blog is mostly for hurt/comfort, and taking into consideration the hcs about WS I have, intimacy is highly unlikely, for this series at least. Aside from it, I will write more 'x reader' types of fics yes.

I'm not sure how far my series will go.

He won't go back to normal, no. He never will. But, he is in much better care with the reader and their relationship will get to a point where he's not so afraid. The entire point of the series is to show his recovery with someone who doesn't want to use or hurt him and who genuinely does care for him. This kind of thing just takes time 🖤

[nunalastor]

This has been popping p in my head after watching the Spiderverse the hundredth time. Alastor was spent the last 7 years in his own Alastorverse with a bunch of different versions of himself. There’s pilot Alastor, Fem Alastor, kid Alastor , 2p Alastor, human Alastor, Zoophobia Alastor etc. So many different versions of himself and they all meet up and have all kinds of insane adventures

So glad you’re back!!!

[celestie0]

I have a question idk if you answered this before or not anyways, did kickoff! Gojo have feelings for reader before he slid into her dms? And when todo needed help with mina did he think like this is the perfect chance to get close to reader?

hii my love i actually don’t think i’ve gotten this question before!! :0

no he didn’t have feelings for her before he messaged her hsldkdj he actually didn’t even know who she was until he facebook stalked mina to find out who her roommate was n then he found reader’s profile, stalked her for like two hours n then finally requested to follow her on instagram LOL

so when he reached out to her, it was mostly just intrigue and also just the desire to help todo out. and then obviously when they met he was really attracted to her, but the feelings came after they started seeing each other n hanging out often!!

[yeehawbvby]

LFKEJFMDJKFNS I CACKLED AT THIS that’s literally what she looked like.. and for WHAT REASON 😭

I was viciously attacked today

[hourcat]

Model and Designer for piarles 😘🙏

20. model and designer

Pierre can't sleep.

It's becoming a habit, which is not boding well for his stomach lining considering how much more coffee he's been drinking because of that fact. Pierre just...can't sleep. There's not much he can really attribute it to, except for maybe the fact that he's a few months out from the big debut of his whole new fashion line--the latest Louis offshoot he'd been fortunate enough to helm. This is years of his life at stake: all that school and groundwork, all the bleeding and pricking and crying he'd done to find himself here, surrounded by fabric swatches laid out haphazardly at the desk kitty-cornered in his bedroom. There are stacks of photos and torn-up magazines out on his kitchen counter. His whole apartment is now a perfect parallel to his workplace: covered in ideas, wall-to-wall.

Hm. Maybe that's why he's becoming an insomniac.

Instead of paying the thought any more attention, though, Pierre slips out of bed and pads over to his desk chair, grabs the nearest sketchbook of his and flips to a blank page. It's not quite dawn, but there's more light than there was a few hours ago--enough to see what he'd left behind.

Charles is out cold. Completely asleep, drool and all. He looks innocent in ways that no photographer would ever be able to capture: forehead smoothed out with sleep, body curled in on itself slightly in the absence of someone next to him. Pierre gazes at him, sketchbook heavy in his hands, and feels the guilt in his stomach like a knife. He'd only invited his lead model over tonight for a review of their plans for the first walk-through with the clothes. (They have to move right, after all: Pierre needs to see his work from all angles in motion before he can be comfortable putting it on stage, even for a dress rehearsal.)

He hadn't planned for two bottles of wine. He certainly hadn't planned for Charles in his lap, warm and pliant and so, so easy as Pierre had given him direction: take this off and open your mouth and hands and knees. The memory of it makes Pierre's throat tight. So good for me, he'd mumbled after, mouth pressing just under Charles' ear, and the yes sir he'd gotten back had thrown him right out of his own mind.

He grips the sketchbook tighter. There's no way this can ever happen again, he knows--once is a mistake and he'll keep it that way.

From the bed, Charles snores lightly. It's a soft sound: sweet, almost. Pierre's chest is so tight he swears he must've forgotten how to breathe.

"Oh, Charlie," he whispers to the quiet of the room, "what have I done?" Nothing good, he's certain. Pencil in hand, Pierre tries to redirect his thoughts to the work laid out on the desk behind him--dresses with angular cuts, wide-arm sleeves, the jagged lines of a belt that's been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd axed the last round of the designs from his main book.

What he ends up with is this: Charles, in charcoal, curled up in his expensive sheets. The most damning evidence of his lapse in judgment, and he can't even bring himself to rip the sketch to shreds because it feels like a waste--a waste of beauty, even if it's a beauty he can't have.

[caitlynxviolet]

I think Cait would be super devastated knowing it was her Kiramman name that caused Grayson to be forced to take someone in. Throughout her whole time in Zaun, she kept trying to hide her last name. 1. Deliberately folding her napkin so the her family crest couldnt be seen in her failed attempt to clean vi's face 2. Telling ekko she had a friend on the council instead of saying her mother's a councilor 3. Not going through the kiramman front door

Hm yes this checks out with who Caitlyn is as a character. Caitlyn can't pretend she's not utterly privileged with her Kiramman status, but she does try to hide it in these specific instances. There's no doubt in my mind that her life isn't what's interesting to her the most. She would rather explore Zaun than continue to be useless as an enforcer condemned to a mansion outside of work.

I just don't think Caitlyn was ready to confront the reality that is Zaun and the danger that it brought to her. The deep corruption of the system, the blatant inequalities and such. She was concerned with helping people and understanding them as much as possible. Clearly, her heart is in the right place, so I'm sure she'd be devastated to find out about Vi's arrest and the fact that she was the propeller for justice at the time since she could have been severely harmed by the bomb.

Overall, she tried to hide who she really was until it couldn't be a secret anymore - when Vi entered her bedroom. It's lovely that their first real intimate moment was on her bed. She brought a Zaunite home. That's huge for someone of her stature. It shows her character development and her affection for Vi, too.

[astarionancuntnin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

NYYYYYX >~< <333

my return to the writing world is still recent so 5 is almost all of my work, and its mostly smut, but hear me out -

1. Die For You

ascended astarion x fem!fighter!tav!reader (WIP) long fic, current progress chapter 8/10

at its core, it was supposed to be a angsty one shot, and after reworking the first chapter, i had a spark of creativity and it turned into a whole story with plot. i actually really got invested into it and its the fic ive spent the most time on and written the most for, i had 3 main ideas for the ending and let people decide (without giving clear info) which ending they would to guide my writing, and despite the choice i was struggling the most with won, ive been doing really great! and im so happy about where its at right now and the ending i have planned <3

i recommend this one if you are into dark romance with a love interest who progressively becomes redeemable

2. Undisclosed Desires

astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, COMPLETED (part 1/2 of a series thats WIP)

"hey look another one shot that turned into a series" look- i wrote the first chapter, went to bed, woke up with an idea for a next chapter, one thing led to another and BOOM i got a series brewing up

i recommend this fic if you are into rivals to lovers, its also heavily smutty and the first part ends with hints of hope

3. Nothing But A Dream

astarion x fem!tav!reader, one shot

i ventured on the porn side of tumblr and the implusive thoughts won, i have nothing to say for my defense

i recommend this one if youre into midly dubious consent stuff

4. Midnight's Embrace

astarion x fem!tav!reader x halsin, one shot

i wrote this one while i was high......... yeah, reader is also high in this one

i recommend this one if you too wish to be fucked by your two loving boyfriends while you're high

5. Bad Blood

astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, WIP current progress 1/3 (part 2/2 of the previously mentioned series)

the unexpected follow up to undisclosed desires, and it gets angsty! currently only one chapter written since ive been heavily focused on Die For You as its nearing the end, but im working on it i sWEAR

i recommend this one if you really truly love angst and wonder what would potentially happen if astarion made his "simple plan" reveal to a tav that had a history of r@pe/abuse (hint, she doesnt take it well)

[seamayweed]

I mean,

I'm not the only one who sensed something sexy between Gwayne and Criston, right?

you are definitely not the only one, anon!!! i love how gwayne is this major jackass to criston at first and even making classist and racist remarks, but then criston proves himself to be competent by saving him and he starts to acknowledge him and feel grudging respect for him. criston challenges his worldview (maybe even fascinates him as much as he disdains criston) as someone who came from nothing and is dornish and yet is now the leader of the kingsguard/the hand. they both are so different and challenge each other and force each other to rise to that challenge and maybe even to change/develop/adjust their worldviews, which is just such delicious ship fodder to me. not to mention the great chemistry between them!! eager to see more of their interactions and how their relationship will develop from here on out

[mrprettywhenhecries]

12, 19, 27 for Win and Gator :3

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate? Win definitely, although Gator becomes more so as time goes by.

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? If they have access to their phones, they're constantly texting or face timing, if not, I feel like Gator would doodle pictures of her and Win would write little letters to him, like a journal of all the things she wants to tell him but can't.

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? For Gator, keys remind him of Win, because of her car keys and the house key she always wears on a chain around her neck. And for Win, leather jackets, mtn dew, and police sirens/lights make her think of Gator.

[ otp asks ]

[theepoetspoem]

Crazy to be in a trusting relationship and have a partner who has the ability to post great content and make money on the side and piss off people jealous they'll never experience that.

You keep up the great work, idiots can stay mad, the block button is free.

[celestie0]

idk if this is weird bc it's political but like imagining ihm gojo being a liberal man...idk it's so hot he advocates for my bodily autonomy

the bar is in hell

also correct me if im wrong but ihm gives me such midwest vibes, since their city is a small town where everyone knows each other. like illinois!! cornfields!!! (actually the town gives me more indiana vibes due to the scarcity of grocery stores but i hate indiana xoxo)

and ALSO one thing from past chapters that's been going thru my mind is GETO ever since reader saw him in the grocery store. LIKE HELLOW YOU PUT SUGURU X READER IN THE TAGS AS WELL?? AND NO ONE HAS BROUGHT THAT UP?? (i think) my theory: geto is going to visit gojo, maybe stay in a spare room, and BOOM mingling between geto and reader. and then BOOM gojo gets jealous. confirm or deny 🤔

LMAO the bar being in hell is so real tbh. but no ya ihm gojo is very liberal!!! i kinda have it in my mind that the story is set in like...mideasternish washington state!! washington state is a very blue state so yes he is like...advocating for federal legalization of marijuana level of liberal bahaha (although ik the mideastern parts are kind of a mix of red n blue counties a lil bit)

OOPS I JUST READ THE NEXT PARAGRAPH lmfao no i hear you!! it could totally be midwest too aaa but like idk anything about midwest and figured there are quite a few small towns up on the pacific northwest area hence why i chose washington state heheh

my original plans were to have it be set in socal but like. there are zero small towns here in socal HAHAH. we have a grocery store at...every other red light pretty much

and yes indeeeeeeed there's a little bit of suguru x reader (tbh i haven't quite decided on how much yet bc i love ihm gojo sososososososooooo much i don't wanna hurt him where reader gets TOO involved w suguru n he finds out or sumn aaa) BUT.....no babe your theory about him is wrong bahah it's a bit more complex than that actually :0 tinyyy hint below the cut in case you don't want spoilers

ihm gojo n ihm suguru are NOT on good terms sooo uhh yea all the more reason why i'm nervous to make reader get involved w ihm suguru eeeeepppp

[nohoney]

omg k sweetness I apologise for the influx of c&c asks… I am now riding the fluffy/happy smut train and am happily thinking ab c&c. us!yn suffering in the corner; everything is totally FINE!

for u darling („• ᴗ •„)

warnings: takes place before pt 1, sort of cheating but also not (reader and dabi are not a couple yet), slight drug use

You can vividly remember the very first time it happened, when Dabi first came around you smelling like another girl. It confused you because just a few hours ago he was bidding you goodbye with a lingering kiss, telling you that he was excited to see you later on again. And he did arrive as promised, but the smell of a perfume you didn’t recognize followed with him.

It was a beautiful fragrance but you soured when he had leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Who were you with?” you asked apprehensively. It was difficult to keep your cool and you couldn’t ignore how loud your heart was beating in your rib cage. Watching Dabi just casually make himself comfortable as he had been doing the last two weeks didn’t settle you like it should. Not when he smelled like another girl.

It sprouted an ugly feeling in your stomach that gradually clawed its way up into your chest. Dabi answers with a dismissive wave of his hand and says ‘some girl’, he tells you not to worry about it. You do try to, you genuinely do. He smells of powdery honey that actually smells so rich and decadent. The staying power of this perfume is wonderful and a part of you desperately wants to know what the fragrance is so that you can buy a little bottle for yourself. The other half of you is growing restless and irritated.

“Who were you with?” you repeat your question from before.

The last two weeks, Dabi filled your mind and you were spending all your time with him. You were gushing over him to your friends, denying having a crush but looking more than a little excited whenever he returned your texts. Slowly you were starting to itch for him, long for him when he wasn’t around, hope silently that he’d drop whatever he’s doing and make plans to be with you instead.

Blue eyes look to you and he looks uneasy, like he’s debating on giving you the same answer or if he should answer truthfully. “I told you, just some girl. No one important.”

It’s not a good enough answer because you know it wasn’t just him hanging out. Dabi doesn’t hang out with anyone. The only other answer is your mind is that he sold to someone and he… you don’t want to talk about it-

“Did you fuck her?” the question slips out before you can even think about it.

The room is silent and uncomfortable.

Dabi looks at you and you stare back at him. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears and your mind begins to spiral. “I thought you liked me.” the words fly out again because his lack of response to your question is beginning to upset you. “We’re, like, doing all these things together and you fucked someone else?”

“I never really stopped fucking other people,” Dabi admits and his tone implies that he has no regret, “it’s really not important to tell you.”

Your face heats in embarrassment and you feel like a fool. “I think you should go.” you tell him, looking more past him rather than at him.

It hurts that Dabi leaves without any explanation or apology to try to stay. He leaves silently and shuts the door with a quiet click. At first you wait just a few moments, hoping that he’ll come back through the door and he’ll talk to you. That he’ll express some regret in hurting you and that he’ll promise that he won’t do it again. After two minutes pass, it’s evident that you are left alone and you sit on your bed with your head in your hands. Angry tears sting behind your eyes but you don’t want to let them fall.

But you’re hurt because here’s this guy you know you really liked but he made you feel so stupid.

So you get drunk in your bedroom, crying into your pillow and deciding whether to send a ‘fuck you’ text or to just ghost Dabi altogether. Your girls would say to ghost him but you like Dabi. You like spending time with him and how he actually plays along with you when you get a little silly, you like how he takes care of you and you feel special that he told you that he’s never spent this much time with someone before.

So why did he still fuck someone else?

Maybe it’s my fault… I didn’t say anything. But I don’t even know if I want him as my boyfriend.

His contact is displayed on your phone screen and your thumb hesitates tapping the call button. You want to yell at him and you want to tell him to explain himself. A bottle of fruity vodka is filled into a pink mug and you sip and chase it with juice. You struggle slightly to be able to stand in place, leaning against your fridge for support and still staring at your phone screen.

Your thumb jams at the call button and the phone begins to ring.

It picks up after a few rings and Dabi voice’s answers roughly, “Hello?”

Why did you fuck someone else? I really like you and I thought you liked me. What the fuck?

It was your intention to say all those things but instead you burst into tears, blubbering gibberish and the only comprehensible thing that could come out your mouth was his name. He had hung up and it only made you cry harder when the call ended but you had failed to hear him tell you that he was on his way.

On the floor of your bedroom you were facedown and weeping quietly when you were slowly turned over on your back. You sniffled and hiccuped trying to speak and calm yourself.

“Alright doll, just calm down. I’m here.”

Dabi helped you to your bathroom, holding your hair back and waiting patiently as you threw up into the toilet. The taste of stomach acid and fruit juice laid on your tongue in a disgusting mixture, tears pricked your eyes from throwing up your guts but you had stopped crying. It’s disgusting to gather the taste in your mouth but you spit it into the toilet before flushing.

It takes a few minutes for you to pull yourself together before you look over, Dabi having brought you a bottle of water and he’s fishing out something from his pocket. He fishes out his car key and dips it into the small baggy of coke, carefully holding it up for you to take a bump. “Here, to straighten you out a little.”

You lean over and inhale the white powder into your nostril, the brief smell of gas hits your nose and Dabi does the same for your other nostril.

“I like you…” you slur to him, not all of the alcohol having been purged out your system, “I like you!”

Dabi looks uncomfortable but he pushes the water bottle towards you. “Look, I’m here. I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone else.” he assures you softly, “I don’t answer crying girls at this time of night. If anything, they get blocked.”

The cocaine slowly hits your brain and you feel a bit more lucid, but there’s still no mistaking that you still feel hurt. “Dabi…”

“We can talk about this in the morning-“ he tries to help you to your feet but you shake off his touch.

“Why not now?” a slight spark of anger shows as you glare up at his handsome face, “You-You did me dirty! You were leading me on!”

A hand runs down his face and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s late, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” he attempts to tell you again but you’re adamant that he answer you now. It’s the first time you see him get impatient with you and all he does he bend back down to your level, giving you a chilling stare that makes you quiet down.

He gets no fuss as he helps clean you up and gets in bed with you. Dabi spoons you from behind and he doesn’t offer any goodnight to you. Even in your somewhat drunk state, you sensed that it was better that you stay quiet.

In the morning, nothing gets discussed. Instead he nurses your hangover, staying by your side and helping clean the sticky mess of alcohol that you don’t even remember spilling on your kitchen countertop. What was supposed to be a discussion doesn’t get addressed and a part of you fears that if you bring it up then Dabi won’t be willing to stick around.

It’s not like you were super sure about dating him either so you also didn’t feel like you had any right to be so upset with him.

But in the way Dabi kisses you, there’s tenderness in it that makes you a little weak, it brings back the little fuzzy feeling you’d been feeling since you and him first started fucking. For a few days, it’s back to the routine of spending all your time with him. Another day he returns smelling like another girl and he sees the unhappy look on your face, but this time he’s more careful to be approach you.

It’s not necessarily a silent agreement to not discuss, but you see that Dabi goes out of his way to try to please you and make you happier. That he’s doting on you in his own way and that he wants to continue to be around you.

You decide that you like him enough to let these things happen.