#2.5k follower celebration drabbles

[wardenparker]

CONGRATS ON 2.5K BABE YOU DESERVE EVERY ONE.

May I request a confused Frankie, with the prompt "I have no idea what you just said to me"? Because it feels like it would be funny. Love you, babe!!!!

Santiago Garcia and Frankie Morales 708 words. I got a little carried away with this one. "I have no idea what you just said to me." Discussions of sex, so this goes under the cut.

“You’re kidding though, right? Please tell me you’re kidding.” He’s rolling with laughter beside you in the big bed of the rental cabin’s master bedroom, cackling with glee as you groan in embarrassment. There is nothing in the world that could possibly delight him more than hearing that confession from you, and the fact that you’re pouting about it makes it even better.

“Don’t be mean,” you whine, shoving him away with one hand despite the fact that the lame attempt at personal defense doesn’t even break the hold he has on you. Ten minutes ago he had scooped you up in your arms and you know better than to think he’s going to let you go anytime soon. Which leads to you reaching above your head and bringing down one of the bed pillows to smash him in the face with as retaliation. “You can’t just ask me shit like that.”

“I didn’t think you would have an answer so quickly!” If he were standing up it would be doubling over with laughter, but as it is, he just tugs you tighter into his arms and dissolves into giggles. “I just thought I’d ask you a dumbass question. I didn’t think you’d have such a knee-jerk response to it.”

“Yeah…well…you were wrong.” Sputtering out slightly, you aim an even fiercer pout at him and add a frown to exaggerate the expression. “You have really hot friends, babe. I’m only human.”

Santiago giggles again, his fingertips digging into your sides as he pulls you to his chest and bites his tongue for a second before clicking it at you like you’ve been naughty. And maybe you have, who knows. “Yeah,” he nudges the tip of your nose with his own. “But I wasn’t expecting you to say you wanted all of them in this bed.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn’t want them here without you, too,” you offer, knowing it’s a weak defense to what you had blurted out. You just hadn’t expected your boyfriend of six months to ask if you had ever thought about being shared with any of his buddies. Throwing out the occasional hypothetical to each other made things interesting. More lively. More adventurous. Apparently, this time had been brutally honest as much as anything else.

“Of course I would be there.” Santi sticks his head out and places a kiss on the line of your jaw, right by your ear where the skin is most sensitive, making you shiver. “That’s why I asked about sharing. They don’t get to have you all to themselves.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” The door to the largest bedroom was flung open already when Frankie made his way upstairs – the second car to arrive to the cabin for this week away that Pope had orchestrated. He frowns slightly when he sees the two of you giggling in bed together, having heard shrieking just a second ago. Asshole Pope must have tickled you or something. You hate that and he thinks it’s funny. “Are you killing her or something?”

“I’m gentle and loving, feo.” Santi is still laughing when he waves Frankie into the room. “But I’m also having a fucking field day, because my bella preciosa over here just admitted to wanting the whole team to fuck her.”

Frankie stands just inside the doorway, arms slack at his side, and stares. You are covering your face in embarrassment but still managing to peak out at him between two fingers, and Pope is eagerly awaiting a reaction from his best friend, giggling slightly when he only gets that dumbfounded expression for far too long. “I have no idea what you said to me,” Frankie mutters when reality punches him in the gut again and he realizes he’s been staring. “I think I passed out for a second.”

“Estupido.” Santi’s laughter subsides, and a smirk curls his lips oh-so-enticingly. “I said my princesa wants to be gangbanged. You in?”

It takes another few seconds, but Frankie swallows, looking between the two of you with awe and then eagerness. “I think this is the best fucking vacation you ever planned,” he concedes, wolfish grin taking over his features. Oh yeah. He’s definitely in.

It's a Follower Celebration Microfic Extravaganza!

[joelscruff]

you know i don't mean it (joel miller x reader) 18+

welcome to my 300 follower celebration! \o/ i polled my followers on which character they'd most like to see in some new smut and joel won (not surprised). this was supposed to be a drabble but ended up getting a bit longer than i anticipated, hope you enjoy! summary: you and joel get off together. that's pretty much it. you also have some unresolved feelings for him and he's being closed off. rating: 18+ explicit (mdni) warnings: smut, age gap (reader is mid 20s, joel is mid 50s), praise kink (the term 'good girl' is used maybe 432534 times), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics (but make it soft), mutual masturbation, come-play, come-eating, this is filthy word count: about 2.5k | ao3 link

"This is the last time," he mutters under his breath, belt buckle jangling as he lays down across from you, "We can't keep doin' this."

"Yeah, yeah," your hand is already buried in your panties, index finger lightly rotating against your clit, "That's what you said last week too."

He grunts and you watch as he slips his hand inside his jeans and palms himself, squaring his shoulders and trying to relax. He pretends he's doing this for your benefit, like its you who needs help getting off, as if he's not a middle aged man who hasn't been touched by a woman in years. And it's not like you haven't offered, you've genuinely tried to give yourself to him more than a few times, but it's simply a line he won't cross.

Other lines, however, are much easier to cross. It had started out relatively innocent, something that had happened completely by chance, or at least you both led yourselves to believe it was. You'd both had the same idea one night and had ended up getting off together in the same room, you in the chair beside the fireplace of the abandoned ski lodge you'd both been posted in, him on the couch.

"Are you -" he'd gasped into the darkness when he'd heard the wet sound of your fingers a few feet away, plunging in and out of yourself at a steady rhythm.

"Like you're not," you'd hissed back, "I'm not deaf."

"Thought you were sleepin'," he'd muttered, hand stilling on his cock where seconds ago he'd been stroking like his life depended on it.

"And that makes it less weird?"

He'd groaned, releasing himself and sitting up to squint at you in the darkness, "So what are you gonna do about it?"

You glared at him, not bothering to remove your hand from your underwear as you continued to finger yourself, breathing deeply, "I'm not gonna do anything about it, Joel. I'm gonna keep going. And you can stay here or you can go, doesn't matter to me."

After a few seconds of silence, he'd flopped himself back down on the couch and reached for himself again, fucking into his fist, "No talking," he said through his teeth, "Let's just do it and forget it even happened, deal?"

"Deal," you'd replied, and roughly added a third finger as you watched the dark silhouette of him jacking himself off barely six feet away from you.

One night turned into two, turned into five, and now ten. It wasn't every night, only when you were on patrol together. You'd privately asked Tommy to make sure that Joel was your patrol partner as often as possible, because you felt "safer" with him... you're not sure if he'd really believed you.

You're back in the ski lodge again tonight, both of you situated on the couch in your usual positions, on opposite ends and facing each other. It's ridiculous how quickly it's taken you both to get used to these sessions, the casual feeling of it making it even hotter somehow.

"How many fingers are you using this time?" Joel murmurs, eyeing you where you're touching yourself, unable to fully see what he'd like to.

"Up to you," you breathe, still prodding your clit, "How many do you want me to use?"

"Three," he replies, and you watch as he pulls his cock free from the confines of his jeans, jutting large and solid against his stomach, "Real slow, then real fast."

You nod, lifting your hips up to pull your panties free and expose yourself to him, legs wide.

"Stick to my rhythm," he tells you, watching as you trail your middle finger through your folds, "If I stop, you stop. If I tell you to stop-"

"I stop," you answer for him, throwing him a smug smile, "Same rules as always."

He stares at you without speaking, just waiting. You get the hint and begin to slide your finger inside slowly, making eye contact with him under your lashes and smiling languidly. He fists himself just as slow, looking down at your finger and licking his lips.

"Slow enough for you?" you whisper, adding a second and grinning when his eyes darken, "Should I go a bit faster?"

"Not yet," he whispers, thumbing the head of his cock and fucking into his hand at the same pace as your finger, "Keep it nice and slow for me 'til I say so."

You obey, fucking yourself with your middle and ring finger at the slowest pace you can muster. No matter how annoying his orders are you always do as you're told, not because you're afraid of any sort of consequence, but because you like seeing him enjoy himself, seeing him take control. You've only known him for about six months but you've known for a while that he's been lacking any sort of control in his life for a long time; you're glad to be the one who can give it to him.

"Add your third," he whispers and you oblige, slipping your index inside yourself alongside the others, "Good girl," he breathes, "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

You nod, your smugness immediately starting to fade. When he talks to you like this, praises you, it's impossible to keep your hard exterior up for much longer, feeling yourself submit to him. In any other circumstance you love to challenge him, to argue, but in these moments it's the last thing on your mind. You do as you're told, and that's the end of it. He needs control, you need submission.

"Tell me," he whispers.

"I'm your good girl," you breathe, shivering and continuing to shove your fingers in and out at his pace.

He smirks, "Yeah you are."

You continue to fuck yourself at his painfully slow pace, watching him fist his cock at the same speed. He likes to tease you, to build you up until you're begging for it. You thumb your clit and start to whimper, legs trembling.

"Okay, faster now," he tells you, voice low and sultry, "Not too fast, though. Watch me," he tugs at his cock at a bit quicker of a pace, still much too slow for you but you can't do much else but obey him, mirroring him with the thrust of your fingers, "That's it, like that."

After several more thrusts he suddenly stops stroking himself, stilling in his palm. You groan, halting your movements, following the rules.

"How is it that you follow orders so God damn well when you've got your panties around your ankles?" he asks, voice rough, "Yet when we're actually patrollin' you don't listen to a word I say?"

"I'm not your good girl when we're patrolling," you reply with a teasing smile, "But I could be, you know."

He rolls his eyes, "Enough, it's not happening," he nods to your hand, still motionless at your core, "Play with your clit for a second, give me a chance to breathe."

There it is, the line he won't cross. You've already told him that you're willing to give yourself completely over to him, be exactly who he needs, but no matter how many times you try he just won't budge. It's disappointing, truly, because you really do like him. Sure, he's a bit of an ass, plus he's about thirty years older than you, but you've seen the side of him he doesn't show to others. Maybe only hints, but you've seen it. And you care about him.

"I don't do this with anyone else, you know," you whisper, pressing your index finger against your clit and rubbing small circles into it, "You're the only one I'd let treat me the way you do."

He looks at you curiously, raising an eyebrow, "I treat you good, don't I?"

You nod, whimpering a bit as you rub yourself harder, "You do, but you're the only one I'd ever submit to like this, you know that, right?"

He hums, brushes the wide head of his cock with the tip of his thumb, "I know, baby. But it feels so good, doesn't it? You like being my good girl, don't you?"

You bite down on your lip, core aching as your fingers lay still against your folds, save for the index that continues to furiously stimulate your clit, "I do," you whisper, cheeks warming, "I fucking love it."

"There you go," he murmurs softly, then begins to move his fist again, "Use your fingers again, baby, get your pussy all full for me."

You don't need telling twice, your three fingers plunging deep inside yourself without any hesitation. You whimper when your fingertips brush against your favorite spot, so close yet so far. You eye Joel's cock and try to imagine what it would feel like for it to really be inside you, the fat tip of it pounding relentlessly against the deepest parts of your cunt, his girth stretching you out so much your whole body would be shaking. You feel your mouth drop open involuntarily, brow furrowing.

He follows your gaze and frowns at you, pumping himself a bit faster, "You can't have it," he whispers, like he can read your mind, "I know you want it, pretty girl, but you can't. I'm sorry."

"Why?" you mewl, sounding absolutely pathetic as you keep fucking yourself, "I want it so bad, Joel."

"I know you do," he closes his eyes and leans his head back, "Don't ask me why, you just can't."

You'd pout, tease him a little, but he's not looking at you anymore and it physically makes you ache, the way he avoids any allusion to actual sex, an actual relationship. You've asked him so many times and it's always the same answer, never a real reason. You wish you knew why, wish you knew if there was anything at all you could do to make him open up to you.

Instead you mirror his position, tilting your head back against the arm of the sofa and fucking up into yourself, listening to his labored breathing and the slap of skin whenever his fist hits his belly.

"Fast as you can now, baby," he mutters gruffly, close to the edge, "Need you to come for me, need you to be good."

"I'm always good for you, aren't I?" you whimper, opening your eyes to peer at him again, "I always listen, I never break your rules."

"That's right."

"So why can't you fuck me?" you sit up suddenly, yanking your fingers out of yourself and looking at him angrily. He sits up just as quickly, eyes narrowing as he releases his cock and stares at you, "I'm serious, Joel. I want an actual answer."

"You just broke a rule," he mutters and you sigh exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry for breaking the rules," you genuinely mean it; you know how important this control is for him, but you can't help it, "I'll submit again if you just tell me why you won't fuck me. Do you...do you not want me? Is that it? 'Cause I can accept that, I just want to hear you say it. I'm sick of not knowing."

He stares at you incredulously, hand coming up to squeeze the space between his brow and nose, "Jesus, of course I want you, but it's not that simple."

"Yes it-"

"It's not," he interrupts you, shaking his head, "I can't...this isn't..." he exhales deeply, "This isn't the time for this conversation, okay?" You hear raw emotion in his voice, buried deep but still present. Fuck, you didn't mean to make him feel bad.

"...Okay," you finally whisper, "I'm sorry."

"S'okay," he runs a hand through his hair, "Look, we can stop-"

"No," you lean back and open your legs wide again, putting yourself on display for him, "No, I wanna be your good girl again, please let me."

"We don't-"

"Joel," you whimper, slipping your fingers back inside, "Let me be your good girl."

His hard expression fades, eyes softening as he peers at you, watching you fuck himself for him.

"It's all yours, even if you won't touch me," you whisper, using your other hand to pull yourself open for him, showing him how full you are, feeling your orgasm start to build in your tummy, "It's yours," you repeat, whimpering.

He nods, stroking himself again hard and fast, brow furrowing in pleasure as he keeps his eyes trained on you, "That's right," he murmurs, "It's mine. You're mine."

You close your eyes tight, "I'm gonna come."

"Go ahead, pretty girl," you hear him groan, the snap of his wrist making you completely come undone, "Squeeze around those fingers, pretend they're mine, okay? You can do that, you can pretend."

You shudder at his words and feel your orgasm overtake you, the image of Joel's thick fingers pounding into you enough to send you over the edge. You moan loudly, crying out his name and tossing your head back as you come.

"Good girl," he groans, voice strangled, "Such a good fucking girl for me."

You close your eyes as you ride out the waves of your release, fingers still pumping gently inside of you until it's too much and you pull them out. Sighing contentedly, you open your eyes again and watch Joel relentlessly fuck into his fist, belt buckle still jangling against the couch as he gasps. You want nothing more than to reach forward and take him in your own hand, help him ride out his own release, but you don't. Because those are the rules.

Instead you just watch him, smile at him as he shuts his eyes tight and groans deeply, coming into his fist. You watch the thick white liquid cover the sides of his fingers and you involuntarily salivate, jaw going slack.

"Fuck," you breathe, "Wish I could taste you."

He groans again, hand stilling as he breathes heavily and starts to come down, eyes closed. You sit quietly, panties still hanging off one of your ankles. You'd usually already be putting your clothes back on at this point, but something tells you to stay still, don't move, he's gonna do something different.

He swallows and looks up at you, stares at you for a few moments. You're unsure whether the regular Joel is about to come back, tell you it's time to go back on patrol, grab your gun and be quiet. Or is this still your Joel, the one who tells you you're pretty and good, makes you feel less alone in this shitty world.

"Here," he says, shaking his head and bringing his come-coated fingers up to your mouth, "If you wanna taste, you have five seconds."

Your mouth pops open in surprise, hesitating only for a second before you lean forward and wrap your lips around his fingers, feeling the salty taste of him flood your mouth. Your cunt begins to throb again, your eyes closing as you suck and lick and take everything he's giving you. When you open your eyes again he's still looking at you, but his expression is soft, tender.

"Good girl," he murmurs.

this is now a series, and other parts can be found on my masterlist.

[amywritesthings]

it's my (second) favorite time of the year!

since i have had one (1) wisp of crisp fall air, i have been dying to write some fall time fun / halloween-related drabbles to KO my burnout and get back into the writing spirit. i totally don't know what i'm doing, but we're gonna vibe anyway to celebrate the season + my milestone of 2.5k+ followers!

some housekeeping rules !!

anyone can participate. (haaay followers how are you?)

you can send as many prompts, questions, + game items as you'd like!

if you're like 'dang amy i wish you'd write this blorbo but it's not on your prompt list of possibilities' please send it anyway!

i may not answer a drabble or ficlet prompt due to muse, time, etc but please do not take this personally.

i won't interact with anything hateful or nasty about a character, ship, show etc. i don't care for negativity, so please keep it on your doorstep and not mine!

have fun!! this is meant to be silly fun! event submissions end 11/01.

activities !!

FICLET/DRABBLES | feel free to send me prompts from links one, two, three, or send me a totally original idea. they can be halloween / fall related, or a random au idea connected to a story i have already written.

ASK ME ANYTHING | got a burning question about a story of mine? have inquiries for me as an author? dying to know my thoughts on a certain show, movie, or video game? just wanna ask what my favorite color is? send it in!

GAMES | fuck - marry - kill: blorbo edition, 3-song playlists for canons (ships or solo) or self ships, truth or dare, etc.

FOR THE LOVELY MUTUALS | send a 🎃 and i'll write you a lil note

characters/fandoms under the cut:

attack on titan — levi ackerman, armin arlert, eren yeager, annie leonhart, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein

jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna

my hero academia — bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, toshinori yagi, todoroki shoto, dabi, hawks

fields of mistria — march, orlic

wind breaker — sakura, umemiya

baldur's gate 3 — astarion

love and deepspace — xavier, sylus

pedro universe — din djarin, joel miller, dieter bravo

please note: i'm happy to write polyship/threesome dynamics as well

[palioom]

✨ because i’m in a big winter mood, can i ask for a drabble about joel x reader’s first christmas together? 🫶🏻

ohh absolutely!! tysm Jana, i hope I could do it some justice!! 🖤

Joel wasn't too fond of Christmas. Not anymore, at least. The colourful lights and shiny decorations were something he really had to get used to in Jackson, reminding him of days that were long gone.

Honestly, he had kind of forgotten about Christmas for a long time. Until here and until her.

He had kept his house decorated before, but not really festive. Some old tinsel here, some more festive looking candles there. Nothing much.

Now, she was whirling around, putting old, somewhat worn-down decorations everywhere she could – reindeers on the window sills, garlands that lit up wrapped over the door frames, a little Santa figure with wire glasses and slightly yellow fur trims by the front door.

A Christmas tree in the corner of the living room.

The one he had helped decorate, for the first time in more than twenty years, constantly thinking about the small hands and curly hair of Sarah. How her eyes had lit up in the shine of the candles.

Now, he was helping to hang decorations where his girl couldn't reach, laughing as he put one or two into her hair just for fun.

"C'mon." He had said once everything had been placed onto the branches, beside one thing. Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up. "You put the tree topper on, baby."

It was fun, his heart bursting with joy when she laughed in his arms as he lifted her up. Settling her down after, they just looked at it for a moment, Joel's arms still wrapped tightly around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

A moment of peace and calm.

It even smelled like Christmas, cookies baking in the oven, the warm, sweet smell of them wafting into every corner of the house, along with the faintest hint of cinnamon. He didn't even want to know what she had traded for that. But he wished they had some oranges or cloves to really tie it all together.

"Think we're all done now, huh?" Joel asked after some silence, turning his face to kiss the spot below her ear. "Cookies bakin', house decorated, dinner's ready. Only missing the guests now, angel."

She giggled, tearing her eyes away from the tree to turn her head and find his lips for a brief moment.

"One more thing." She said, holding up a mistletoe, making him laugh again.

Of course.

As he took it from her and walked over to the doorway to the kitchen, he thought about how much he loved this. Doing all these small things together, getting excited about everyone coming over to eat any moment now – Tommy and Maria and Ellie and Dina. Some semblance of a family.

He couldn't wait to unwrap the few gifts sitting below the tree.

Hanging up the mistletoe, he found her in front of him, smiling up at him with a glint in her eye. Sweet as pie, beaming up at him with an expectant look.

A chuckle left Joel, his hands coming to rest on her hips, pulling her closer before bending down and slotting his lips over hers.

"Love you, angel."

"Mhmm, love you too, grumpy man."

And when a knock appeared at the door, and everyone started streaming in – Tommy and Maria with their little girl, then Ellie and Dina with JJ – he really could feel that Christmas cheer. Sitting down with them to eat, laughing and joking and having a great time.

Never would he have imagined to see a Christmas like this again; back in 2003, when he almost drank himself to death on some shitty booze. Memories still somewhat fresh from the year before.

Now, he was here with the people he loved the most, in a cozy house, gathered around the table with amazing food.

Now, he actually found himself enjoying Christmas again.

And he couldn't wait to spend the future holidays with her, who had brought some Christmas cheer back into his life and truly made it a wonderful holiday again.

2.5k follower celebration! ✨

[cloudcountry]

AUBURN'S PUBLISHED WORKS . . . NAVIGATION

oneshots masterlist

drabbles/hcs masterlist

requests masterlist (requests masterlist part 2)

nrc's paint chip project masterlist

follower milestone celebrations: 1k event. 1.5k oneshot. 1.8k event. 2.5k event. 3k event.

other events: floyd's mermay after party.

ficlets: ficlets of boredom

masterlist

masterlist

+ all cybird ikemen content

masterlist

masterlist

masterlist

[bellaxgiornata]

Hi Bella, I hope you’re doing great.

Congratulations for hitting 2.5k followers🎉

Here’s a title name I came up with, for FFTD: The Elevator Mishap

It is yours to do the magical Bella thing you always do with it🪄

(These are all very fun activities btw)

Hey, friend! I am doing well this week, hopefully you are, too! And thank you!! 💖

I'm excited to see some of y'all sending these titles in and I really liked this one! My brain has still been thinking about it past a summary idea so now I might have to include it as a possible future installment 😆 I've got it saved in my FFTD installment drafts list with your name for title credit if I work it in in the future! I'm glad you're enjoying the activities for the celebration, too! I know people tend to prefer fic or drabble requests, but I didn't have that much time so I was trying to come up with some other fun things to do!

Now onto the little summary for what I could see happening in "The Elevator Mishap" for FFTD!

A power outage hits Hell’s Kitchen as Matt and Reader are making their way home from a date night. The pair end up stuck on the elevator in their apartment building together, trapped in the small, dark confines for a few hours until the power returns. While stuck, Reader grows incredibly anxious and Matt does his best to calm her nerves and to keep her distracted.

[agentmarcuspike]

hello hello i was going to send a headcanon later about this but this feels very very appropriate right now.

first things first: CONGRATS!!! ✨✨ you’re such a cool person and so funny and nice and if i were to throw a party, you’d definitely be invited

which leads me to my other point: i noticed you were a swiftie as well which just made you 📈📈📈📈 (we’d have so much fun at a ts themed party i swear)

and to my other—and last, i promise—point: could you do a little something with marcus and you’re in love ? i have a tiny playlist of all the songs i cannot listen to without thinking of marcus and this one definitely is high on the list so idk, it could be anything but i’d love to hear what you think about this!

no actual headcanon for tonight, i’m really tired but i wanted to pop in and say congratulations for the well-deserved milestone and participate in your celebration!

i hope you’re doing great!! <3

-marcus anon

thank you so much, my love! and, uh, y e s ? cannot believe i've never made the connection between that song and that character before, it's so perfect. here's a drabble, or a ficlet, or a poem. call it what you want ;)

marcus pike (and reader ig) + "you are in love" by taylor swift word count: ~260

You can hear it in the silence. Between sentences, between the words. When he gasps for air after feeding you his breath, mouths sending back and forth the same sigh of oxygen. As he cuts you off to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. No words, no proof, but you feel enough. He’s in love.

You can feel it on the way home. Fingers intertwined, the buttons on his coat securing it around you. Stopping at his favorite diner for a warming cup of coffee at midnight. The way his side bumps into yours as you walk next to each other. When he stops right outside your house, and says “Look up.” Pointing to the moon, it’s full, just like him. Full of warmth. Butterflies. He’s in love.

You can see it with the lights out. When you’re both in bed, tucked safely under covers. The way his body wraps around yours. His careful hand sneaking out, across the bedsheet from his hiding spot to yours. Caressing, brushing, fingertips feather light leaving goosebumps on your arm. When you’ve said goodnight, eyelids heavy. You don’t have to see to know what goes through his mind when he pulls you close and closer. He’s in love.

And when they ask you what he is to you? What’s the name of the game that you play? He’s the one who lets you keep his shirt. The one who always keeps his word. With him you let go; of your fears of the future, of the ghosts of your past. You are in love. True love. 

for my 2.5k followers celebration divider by @saradika

[idolatrybarbie]

multi-chapter series

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santa!frankie morales x fem!reader | santa porn: the squeakquel.

[cherrycola27]

Alright, my wonderful Tumblr friends! Your girl has somehow hit 2.5k followers (how, I will never know), but I'd like to celebrate with all of you, but I need your input!

As much as I love Taylor Swift, I am also a huge fan of the Jonas Brothers! So, I'm hosting another drabbles celebration that will be inspired by all your favorite Jonas Brothers songs.

BUT! I need to know what kind of drabbles you want

tagging a few who might want to weigh in: @thedroneranger @roosterforme @cassiemitchell @mayhemmanaged @desert-fern @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @beyondthesefourwalls @gretagerwigsmuse @teacupsandtopgun @daggerspare-standingby @laracrofted @sunlightmurdock @mak-32 @shanimallina87 @callsign-magnolia @whatislovevavy @withahappyrefrain @sebsxphia

[ghostofskywalker]

this morning i noticed that i had over 2.5k followers, and that number floored me so much that i had to try and keep myself composed. thank you to everyone who has followed me, it really means a lot! as a little celebration, i'm going to do a sleepover, and it will run from now until tuesday, january 10th :)

all things with be tagged with #2.5k celebration 🐬 (in case you want to filter it), and activities are under the cut! there’s a combination of game-like things and some different request options too :)

🦈 - kiss, marry, kill (i am asexual, you can see why the other variety isn't really for me)

🐠 - any kind of game (top 5/make me choose/random questions/etc)

🐳 - send me one of my fic titles, i'll give the "director's cut" info about it (how long it took to write/how it changed as i wrote/if anything didn't make the cut/etc)

🐚 - send me a pretend fic title and a fandom (really just marvel or star wars, or if you don't care you can say that too), and i'll tell you who i'd write the story for and maybe a plot point or two

🪸 - send me a character and a short prompt and i'll write you a blurb

🦀 - send me a character + short prompt and i'll write you a little something (these will be in headcanon format)

🐙 - send me a character + a one word prompt and i'll write you a traditional drabble (exactly 100 words, no more no less)

🦞 - if you have a one shot request for a clone wars or bad batch clone i will still take those, but i won’t be starting them until after the sleepover has finished, so just be aware the turnaround time is going to be a lot slower than it usually is

🌊 - ask/talk to me about anything you want!

blurb/headcanon/drabble character options:

marvel: peggy carter, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, carol danvers, kate bishop, sharon carter, bucky barnes, loki laufeyson, tony stark, sam wilson, clint barton, daniel sousa

star wars: clones (any one i've already written is fine, but if there's someone else you want feel free to ask), anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, din djarin, cassian andor, poe dameron

other: harley quinn, dieter bravo (the bubble), rick flag

i want to give a special thanks to my mutuals, both new and those who have been around for a while. you guys are all amazing and i love you so much 💗

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

I’m just over 200 followers away from 3k and because I like to be prepared so I have everything ready to go when we do it 3k and since this milestone will obvs be the I Love You 3000 milestone I want to do whatever you guys wanna do so here’s some options below:

[palioom]

2.5k followers celebration!!

i honestly didn't expect so many people to follow me when i came back to tumblr 2 years ago! nor that so many more people would follow me after i started sharing my fics 7 months ago, because damn, I remember being terrified back when i shared "say my name".

now, a good 30 one-shots and a whole kinktober later... i'm so grateful for the support & i hope i can make even more friends here! thank you so much, it really means the world to see all the love on them 🖤

send me any of the following:

• 💫 games! send me anything like "would you rather", "fmk", "this or that" or more!

• ✨ prompts! send me a prompt + a character and i will write a short drabble for it! (mutuals only! please only send characters I've written for before - masterlist) - these might take a little longer, so please be patient 🖤

• 🌙 headcanons! send me a scenario + a character (pedro boys only!) and I will share a headcanon around that scenario with you! or send me a character without a scenario & I'll share a random headcanon I have, your choice 🖤

please keep it to one thing per message, but feel free to send several!!

[jaesqueso]

member: jeno

genre: fluff

movie quote: “He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.” The Great Gatsby, 2013

wordcount: 973

warnings: nothing :)

2.5k followers celebration drabbles ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“So, how was the party?” Haechan excitedly asks as the group hangs out in Jeno’s place.

“It wasn’t a party, it was ball.” Jaemin rolls his eyes.

“Not any ball, a masked ball!” Renjun excitedly adds. “I wish I would’ve gone.”

“Still don’t get why Jaemin got to go and not the rest of us.” Crossing his arms, Haechan pouts.

“Well, he has the pleasure to be dating me.” Winking, Jeno’s sister walks in the room with some refreshing drinks that she hands out to the boys.

“What was the ball about anyway?” Renjun asks.

“It was our parents friend’s 50th marriage anniversary.” Jeno explains.

“Why the masks though?” Haechan furrows his brows.

“To be honest they seemed kinda freaky-” Jaemin’s comment gets cut off by his girlfriend hitting his arm. “But it was really cool! You could just talk to anybody without having any idea who they were. You could be talking to the mayor for all you know!”

“He was there actually.” The girl adds making Haechan and Renjun gasp.

“But that wasn’t the best part.” Jaemin smirks, glancing at his ‘brother in law’. “Jeno met a girl.”

“What? Who is she?” Haechan leans forward wanting to know all about it.

“I-I don’t know…” Jeno bites his lip before a dreamy smile crawls up his face. “But she looked like an angel…”

“You should’ve seen the way he was drooling over her.” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows.

“Hey!” Jeno grabs a couch pillow throwing it at his sister’s boyfriend.

“In all honesty, he looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.” His sister’s comment leaves the boys in awe.

“But tells us more! Did you talk to her?” Renjun brings back the focus on the story.

“Not much.” Jeno sighs wishing he had more time. “But we danced.”

“Oh yes they did, I never knew he could ball room dance for so long!” Jaemin laughs getting another smack in the arm from his girlfriend.

“It was the only way I could be next to her.” Jeno pouts. “She was always getting called to talk to everybody!”

“Do you plan on seeing her again?” Haechan winks mischievously.

“I wish, but I don’t even know her name…” Jeno runs his hands through his hair furious at himself for not asking.

“How did you dance with someone for hours and not ask their name!?” Jaemin asks incredulous.

“I don’t know ok?” Jeno gets up walking around the room. “I was so mesmerised by her I couldn’t even think straight, it’s like I was under a spell.”

“Ow, our Jeno is on love!” Renjun sings out the last word making everybody tease the poor boy as he just slops back into the couching he was sitting at.

“What do I do?” Jeno doesn’t really know if he’s asking his friends or some kind of supernatural force.

“Well we could ask our parents, maybe they know.” His sister suggests making the boy quickly stand up again.

“You’re right!” Rushing to grab his jacket and keys, Jeno is out the door before they can even ask what he’s going to do.

“Go get her tiger!” Haechan shouts making the rest laugh.

It’s kind of dangerous for Jeno to be driving with all this adrenaline on his veins but his brain is not quite functioning either, he just needs to find the one he thinks can be the love of his life.

After he parks the car he rushes to the elevator eagerly pressing the button to close the door without even noticing someone running to catch it too.

Once the doors open he practically runs to his father’s secretary that informs him that he’s in a meeting. Groaning he takes a sit, tapping his foot on the floor and counting the seconds for the door to open.

“I totally agree.” Mr Lee finally opens the door making Jeno stand up. “Miss Kim could you bring us some coffee?”

“Yes, sir.” She says before leaving her desk.

“Dad.” Jeno calls out before he goes back into his office.

“Son, what a surprise!” His father smiles. “What brings you here? Wait, tell me you reconsider that internship I offered you.”

“What? No, no.” Jeno shakes his hands stepping closer. “I came to ask you about this girl that was at the ball yesterday. She had a light pink gown and a golden mask. I danced with her for a while. Do you know who she is?”

“I’m sorry, son, I wasn’t paying much attention, there were so many people to talk to.” His father shrugs. “But wait, since you talked about it, come inside and say hello to Mr Kim.”

With a sigh, Jeno follows his father into the office bowing at the man inside.

“Jeno!” Mr Kim greets him. “How did you like the ball yesterday?”

“It was delightful, Mr Kim, I had a great time.” Jeno smiles thinking back at the mysterious woman that stole his heart. “I hope you and your wife enjoyed it too.”

“Thank you, we-” He stops, looking at the door with a relieved sigh. “There you are, I was about to call you.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t get the elevator and it was taking so long to come back so I had to take the stairs.” A female voice catches Jeno’s attention making him turn around.

“Y/N, glad you could join us. Can I get you anything?” Jeno’s father asks gesturing to an empty chair.

“A glass of water would be perfect. Thank you, Mr Lee.” And then it hits him.

“It’s you…” Jeno whispers to himself, a smile growing from ear to ear.

“Son, this is Y/N, Mr Kim’s nephew.” His father explains. “She’s studying business management and will be taking an internship with us.”

“You know what? I’ll take my internship too.”

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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[ddejavvu]

currently fantasising about waking up to sub spencer reid cockwarming me 😩

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

Diving - send me a kink and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. bondage with hotch)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Your alarm buzzed invasively on your bedside table, and your arm shot out from under the covers to turn it off. You couldn't seem to reach the phone and you groaned, trying to turn over so that you could stretch farther across the side table.

But when you tried to turn, you felt weight on your chest. You finally blinked your eyes open, slowly registering your situation.

Spencer was laying on top of you, his head resting snugly against your chest as his hair splayed out over your collarbones. You could barely see past his mop of hair, but you managed to make out his face, peaceful as he slept soundly on your chest.

The next thing you registered was the feeling of being very full. You shifted slightly, registering the friction that was Spencer's cock inside of you. The sudden feeling elicited a gasp from you, your strangled hiss sending Spencer's eyes fluttering open.

He blinked drowsily at you, a lovesick grin on his lips, "Good morning."

"It is," You teased, running a hand down his back to squeeze at his upper thigh, "Y'been there all night?"

He jolted at your touch, groaning and burying his face further in your chest, "Mhm. Felt so good, couldn't sleep without you."

[mythiccheroacademia]

“I done been down so long, lost hope, I done came down so hard, I slowed. Honesty, forever, all a real nigga want.”                  —Kendrick Lamar

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Reader Context: Mafia!AU. Kirishima’s last relationship was pretty shitty and he’s scared of it happening again :/ Warnings: explicit language, mentions of cheating

All Characters are 18+

A/N: Bakugo should be a relationship counselor or something. He’s a little rough around the edgeds, but he makes some pretty good points. Enjoy <3

Kirishima Eijirou | Loyalty

“I don’t fucking like this.”

Kirishima sighed as he swirled the drink in his hand. “I heard you the first time, man.”

“There’s other ways to get what we want besides walking into enemy territory like idiots.”

“This is the only way to get the information we need tonight Bakubro and you know that.”

A matching pair of red eyes irritatingly glared at him. “So you’re just alright with what they’re doing?”

“I never said that.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo hissed. He smacked his teeth before looking away at the bustling crowd.

To finalize a truce, the Bakugo family had been invited to their old rival’s weekly mansion party. It was a cheap way to make amends in Bakugo’s opinion, but considering how exclusive the Rior family was with their parties, it was basically a peace treaty.

The young yakuza leader hadn’t planned to go. However, his intel heard wind of a foreign group regarding illegal dealings on their turf. So they were here to scope out the place, leaving his stealth team—you, Sero, Kaminari, and Mina—to dig up some info. Bakugo and Kirishima were back up.

Bakugo dug a finger beneath the corner of his mask to itch his skin.

“Shitty mask—who the hell does masquerade balls anymore?” he grumbled.

“We’ll only be here for an hour more and then you won’t have to worry about the stupid mask again,” Kirishima reminded.

The slightly sharp tone from the red-head’s voice made the explosive blonde glance over. Despite his aggravation, Katsuki was well aware of the fact that Kirishima didn’t like this mission any more than he did.

Not because there was a good chance the party would get shot up. Well, that was a heafty part of it. But it was mostly because it involved you confronting your ex who happened to have some information they were looking for.

Eijirou’s feelings for you wasn’t a mystery to anyone—including yourself. He made it clear that he only had eyes for you. You luckily returned his feelings. Yet, he still held back.

And it was because of that one night where a bottle of whiskey and a couple of tears gave him suspicion that you might still be hung up about the man who last broke your heart.

The same man that Kirishima had been eyeing like a hawk for the past twenty minutes.

Bakugo followed his line of sight to see that you and Awase were deep in conversation. To anyone else, it appeared like old friends catching up. But they knew otherwise.

Awase took whatever chance he got to touch you. Whether it was to tap your arm after a corny joke or to move you away from uncoordinated guests. He laughed a little too hard and smiled a little too wide to be considered friendly. But what really sold him out was the longing gaze he bore.

He wanted you back. You knew that and you played it to your advantage.

From what they could hear in the earpiece, you were working the hell out of him. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it rubbed Kirishima the wrong way.

“Stare any harder and you’ll set the bastard on fire,” Bakugo snorted.

The crimson-clad man blinked out of his trance and turned away in slight embarrassment. 

“I was just making sure they were okay,” he muttered.

Katsuki hummed unconvincingly. An uncomfortable silence passed over the two. Kirishima’s tense aura was throwing him off and he hated how it even bothered him in the first place.

He put his hands in his pocket and inwardly groaned over the conversation they were about to have.

“You really like Y/N, don’t you?”

Kirishima made a surprised sound in his throat.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, shitty hair,” Bakguo gritted. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”

There was another pause before a low chuckle left Kiri’s lips. “Oh. That obvious?” He looked up at you before his gaze softened upon seeing you smile. “Yeah. I do. More than I can say.”

“Do you trust them?”

“…Bro, what?”

An angry vein nearly popped out of the blonde’s forehead. “Are you dumb or are you deaf!? Stop trying to make me fucking repeat myself!” he yelled.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m just not used to having these kinds of conversations with you!” Kirishima nervously laughed.

“Well if you don’t want my help then you can fuck off—”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he interrupted. Eijirou adopted a solemn expression as he rubbed his arm in thought. “I—Of course I trust Y/N. Just like all of you. I trust you all with my life.”

Katsuki put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Now you know that’s not what I meant. You and Y/N obviously have a thing for each other but you two are dragging the other along.”

“It’s more complicated than that, Bakugo. I’m trying to give them space to heal—”

“For them or for you? As far as I’m concerned, they’re just fine.”

“But that night—”

“That night was three months ago, Kirishima. Y/N is not your ex. Let it go.”

Kirishima glowered at his friend and snapped. “Easy for you to say! You weren’t the one that got cheated on for two fucking years!”

The volume of his voice created a small feedback within the earpieces.

“What was that?” Sero asked.

“Is everyone okay?” Kaminari followed up.

Mina tuned in. “I’m good.”

You quickly hummed in affirmation before going back to your conversation.

“I hit my earpiece. My bad,” Kirishima mumbled.

With that being said, everyone went back to their duties. Bakugo coolly waited for his friend’s breathing to calm before speaking.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed. “I didn’t mean to blow up like that. Sorry.”

“I get it. Touchy subject,” Bakugo curtly noted. “I’ll just say this. Not because I really care about what happens between you two, but because your moping pisses me off.”

A smirk spread across Eijirou’s lips. He shook his head but listened for his friend’s words.

“The only person getting in the way of you two being together is you. I know you’re wary because of that shit rag you dated before, but you can’t expect every partner after to treat you the same way. Y/N already trusts that you won’t do them like their ex did. If you love them, why can’t you do the same?”

“How do you know they trust me?”

Bakugo tilted his head. “Maybe if you opened your damn ears up, you’d know where their loyalty lies.”

“Huh—?”

“Thank you for this!” you said as you slipped the note into your pocket.

“Anything for you, bambi,” Awase smiled. You were about to take your leave when he held your waist. “Actually, Y/N. I was thinking we could plan something later. To catch up and maybe continue where we left off?”

Kirishima tensed as the blue-eyed man pulled you closer. He was about to turn away when you removed the hands from your waist and took a step back.

You weren’t hesitant in your answer.

“I’m sorry, Awase. But no. You were the one that said we wouldn’t work, remember? Besides, I have someone else I’m waiting for.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened.

Awase looked saddened but nodded respectfully. “Ah. Another man stole your heart.” You gave him an apologetic smile to which he chuckled. He brought your knuckles to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on them. “Whoever he is, he’s a lucky man.”

“I would be lucky to have him.” You pulled back your hand and met defeated cerulean eyes. “Goodbye, Awase.”

“…Goodbye, Y/N.”

You watched as he left and waited until he disappeared before telling the team you retrieved the info. As they cheered, your eyes wondered into the crowd before they met a pair of crimson irises that sparkled with something you hadn’t seen before.

Despite your curiosity, a wide smile spread across your lips as you gave the two men a thumbs up.

Eijirou remained frozen until a hand nearly shoved him towards the ground.

“Well, shitty hair? What are you waiting for?” Bakugo grunted. He gave him an encouraging smirk. “Go get your s/o.”

Kirishima grinned. He didn’t need to be told twice.

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

2,500 Follower Drabble Celebration!

Somehow, despite my almost complete absence over the last couple of months, I managed to reach my next follower milestone. Weird.

Life is a little crazy right now, but I enjoy celebrating, and I could use the inspiration! Help me break out of my writing hiatus!

Rules:

You must be a follower of mine to participate (it’s a follower celebration). However, new followers are welcome. All of my followers should be over the age of 18!

You pick the prompts from the lists below, I pick the pairing. The overwhelming majority of my work is Dean x Reader, but that doesn’t mean your drabble will be. I don’t write RPF, and I rarely do AU.

The length will depend on how the prompt speaks to me, but I tend to be a wordy bitch. I’ll try to keep it reasonable :) Content may not be SFW, but I will warn appropriately.

I will write as inspiration strikes. It may take a while. I have other projects too, prior requests, and a couple of series pieces going. I am also traveling a lot this month and my internet may not be very dependable. If you can’t be patient, don’t participate.

You can absolutely request more than once. I will leave this open until all 20 prompts are taken, or until I go three days without a request (whichever happens first). Whoever calls it first gets dibs on that prompt!

Send your drabble request as an ASK and identify your choices from the list. Choose ONE thing from ALL THREE categories below in order to submit a drabble request. If you are missing a category, or if you submit anonymously, your request will be invalid. Once a prompt is crossed out, it has been claimed. Send me a message if you have an idea that’s not on here, or if you have any questions.

I will post a masterlist of all of these drabbles under the “Celebration Writings” section at the bottom of MY MASTERLIST.

Genre Category: The overall feeling of the drabble.

Fluff

Smut

Angst

A combination of TWO of the above (please specify)-- *No guarantees on this, but I’ll try. Depending on your other prompts, I might just pick one of your choices.*

Dialogue Category: A character in the drabble will say this line.

“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

“Could you please stop being so dramatic?”

Someone in the fic... Category: This is an extra challenge to the drabble to make it more interesting.

Someone in the fic is asked to do karaoke.

Someone in the fic has a nightmare.

Taken:

“If you could change something about me, what would it be?”

“Now what? Any more bright ideas?”

“Well, there goes my plan to run off to Vegas for the weekend.”

“Okay, that’s creepy. Can you read my mind right now?”

“And your point is….?”

“I have a reality check for you.”

“That could be a possibility. In your wildest dreams.”

“What is with you today?”

“You’re stuck with me. Learn to deal with it.”

“You’re calling me. Why are you calling me?” 

“I saw that. You know I saw that.” “If you’d like to pull that knife out of my back, sometime soon would be good.” “Life is change, pumpkin. Adapt or die.”

“Are you hurt? I thought I specifically told you NOT to do that.” “We have officially established the fact that you are an idiot.”

“Well… that was.... Where did that come from?”

“If you didn’t insist on being the most stubborn person on the planet, we could have avoided this.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Someone in the fic is so mad that he/she physically throws or breaks something.

Someone in the fic does a prank on someone else.

Someone in the fic is struggling to pay attention.

Someone in the fic has a strange food craving.

Someone in the fic laughs at an inappropriate moment.

Someone in the fic is currently struggling with a phobia.

Someone in the fic is caught in an awkward situation.

Someone in the fic tells a hurtful lie for a good reason. Someone in the fic is in trouble with the law. Someone in the fic is convinced that a wild theory is correct. Someone in the fic is given a pleasant surprise. Someone in the fic has to make a choice between two unpleasant options.

Someone in the fic has to be responsible for a small child.

Someone in the fic is asked a question that surprises him/her.

Someone in the fic is told a secret.

Someone in the fic confronts a hard truth.

Someone in the fic faces a mistake from his/her past.

Someone in the fic does a mundane activity (like laundry or dishes).

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