#kimiko drabble

[ferrarifinnick]

3 times | kimiko

kimiko x reader

that sweet smile only breaks out for two reasons...

saw this gif and just had to write about it. enjoy this short little drabble about the different situations where kimiko pulls this little face on you. also, kimiko supremacy is the only correct opinion. i don't make the rules oh but i do on this. kimiko girlies where are you i love you. as always, i hope you enjoy!! love <3 masterlist

warnings: smut at the end. sexting, fingering, drooling, boobs, kimiko in clothes that aren't black lol

955 words

kimiko only ever pulls this face in three situations.

the first, when she's trying to slip off the hook for a mistake. those times she's caught thieving the last sweet treat stashed in the office of the boys, the one hidden behind the cobweb-ridden stale fruit bars. your emergency snacks.

sweet-faced kimiko. found innocent by judge and jury despite the crumbs still littering her glossy lips.

you'll also find this smile in the times when she knows she's gone too far. when on missions, too often she falls victim to taking too many risks in the name of assisting the movement to take down corrupted supes. her life, needlessly in jeopardy, earns her a secured spot on your naughty step.

"kimiko, that was stupid!" you'd scold, shaking her shoulders as if to knock some sense into her. or maybe it was you who needed sense for not suspecting she would pull such a reckless act again. "you could have gotten yourself hurt—killed even!" but the part that would really get her is when you'd ask, with a trembling lip, "i can't be the only one who makes it home, kimiko."

her heart would sink. she had seen you furious enough to know that this time was different from the rest. the rage that overcame you meant nothing to her. she could handle it, just like she had before. but the terror hidden behind it is what broke through to her. seeing you like this, frightened at the prospect of losing her. that she couldn't take.

her arms would coil around your waist so tightly, desperate even, as if a thousand helium balloons threatened to carry you up and away. out of her reach, like everyone else in her life. forget her powers. no amount of bullets she could ricochet, no number of limbs she could regenerate, none of it could ever matter if she didn't make it home to you. so she would hold you tight, terrified she might have finally pushed you away.

only when your shoulders would relax in her hold, anger floating away with the phantom balloons, would she release you from her iron-clad hold.

her face in your hands, you'd say, "don't overwork my heart, kimiko. it's already in overdrive for you. i can't bear to think of it stopping if something were to happen to you."

your emotional vulnerability, something she had not been blessed enough to experience before you, drew out a warmth in her eyes that only you were privy to. but even with your heart in your hands, your cards face up on the table, at her total mercy, that little smile floated its way onto her face.

was it gratitude? pride to see how bad you had it for her? you'd never know. you'd always be too busy shoving back her shoulder, signing out a quick and affectionate fuck you in response to her signing you got it bad for me, huh?

this smile would also make it's return when you'd be in the middle of a lecture from mm about the next mission he had planned. you'd feel your cellphone vibrate in your pocket, and when you'd hold it in your hands, you'd find a text from kimiko.

your confused glance would be ignored. all you'd get is a nod to your phone, and so you'd oblige and open her text message.

a picture of her taken in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. all you would see were the toned muscles of her long legs clad in knee-high socks. the ones you said were a turn on for you.

you'd glance up and find just a hint of a smirk, gone just as fast as it appeared. you'd cock a brow. she'd know you were asking when did you take that? the vibration of your phone would signal another text from her.

another image, this time of her thighs and—was that a white skirt? you'd squint at the image, trying not to move too quickly so as to avoid drawing mm's attention. the white skirt would fail to conceal the pink panties underneath, and was that a wet patch you could see?

finger and thumb would meet on the screen. pushing them apart, you would zoom in and right there, where her slit would be, was a shade of pink darker than the rest.

your jaw would be clenched. slowly your eyes would drag up to find the smirk she could no longer hide. one corner of her lips would curl even more, and then you'd be met with the final vibration.

this time, it would be a video. volume all the way down, just like your brightness, you would open it.

in and out, so fast you'd struggle to follow, her fingers would plunge in and out of her swollen pussy and it would be wet—no, gushing—spreading all over her hand and dripping down her thighs.

the camera would pan away from her abused slit, and your stomach would drop at the loss. but the beating in your chest would soon speed back up as the camera turned onto a dumb kimiko, eyes rolled to the back of her head, tongue sticking out, drool leaking down her chin and onto her bare, bouncing breasts.

the video would end there.

the fire between your legs would be nothing compared to the desperation to cross the room and tear off kimiko's black jeans. would you find those pink panties? and where was she hiding that white skirt?

when you'd find kimiko staring back at you, cocky and entertained by your suffering, you'd shoot here a glare.

and right then, spun with sugar, sickly sweet, there it would be. that fucking smile.

[pamwritessometimes]

Loving Soldier Boy…

Soldier Boy x reader (drabble)

Summary: Just a short n’ (bitter)sweet drabble about what it’s like to love Ben.

Warnings: language, innuendos (c’mon, it’s Ben), mention of violence

Song inspo: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) by Taylor Swift.

Loving Soldier Boy isn’t easy.

You knew Soldier Boy was a handful. Hell, he knows he’s a handful. And you know Ben has never been handled before. Not properly. Not by someone who knows when to push and when to pull, when to hold steady and when to let go.

But you?

You thought you had him figured out.

He’s bad news — at least that’s what everyone keeps telling you.

“That man is not safe” MM says, arms crossed.

“He’s straightdown psychotic” Annie agrees, looking at you like she’s waiting for the spell Ben must have put on you to break.

Hughie just grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you sure about this? Like, really sure?”

Frenchie sighs. “I have seen many dangerous men, mon coeur, but that one?” He shakes his head. “That one is the iceberg that sinks the ship.”

Even Kimiko seems to eye you with pity.

And Butcher — he just tsked.

“That’s a bloody dangerous game you’re about to play, luv.”

But all that didn’t matter.

Not when Ben flashes you that cocky, wolfish grin. Not when he pulls you in with that fiery gaze that makes your pulse stutter. Not when he touches you like you’re the only thing keeping him from unraveling completely.

He’s a walking contradiction.

He can be crude and crass and violent, but his hands that are scarred and calloused from years of supposed war and bloodshed, are so uncharacteristically gentle when they touch you like he’s terrified of breaking something he doesn’t know how to stitch back together.

And you love it.

You love that you make him hesitate.

That you make him stay.

"Fuck, you’ve ruined me" he murmurs one night, pressing his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips. “You made me a goddamn pussy.”

Loving Soldier Boy is mastering the skill of interpreting nonverbal communication.

You see, Ben isn’t good with words. Not the important ones, anyway.

But he’s fluent in actions.

Like how he always, always keeps a hand on you — your waist, your back, the nape of your neck — like he needs the physical contact to remind himself you’re real and still with him.

Or how, when you’re pissed at him, he won’t apologize outright, but he will fix your coffee just the way you like it, set it down in front of you with a grunt and a pointed look, like There. Happy now?

Or the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you because no matter how much of a dick he is sometimes, the thought of him possibly outliving you haunts him.

He’s an asshole. A menace. A walking disaster.

And yet, when he pulls you into his lap, his fingers threading through your hair, his lips ghosting over yours—

You think maybe he’s worth the trouble.

Loving Soldier Boy is a delicate art.

It’s catching the flicker of rage in his eyes before he explodes, steering him away from the fire instead of into it.

It’s letting him run his mouth, knowing that half the shit he says is just to get a rise out of people, and the other half—

Well.

“Because it was fucking beeping” he answers when you find bullet holes in your microwave.

Ben’s not stupid.

But when he came back from the dead, or, you know, from 40 years of being locked up, you’re starting to realize… he might not be as up to date as he thinks.

You blink. “Because it was beeping?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, leaning back against the counter like he didn’t just pull some absolute batshit nonsense. “Wouldn’t shut the hell up.”

“That’s… literally its job, Ben.”

“Well, now it’s unemployed.” He smirks. “Like half the people I’ve worked with.

Loving Soldier Boy is like wrestling with a live grenade.

Violence isn’t just second nature to Ben — it’s first.

He doesn’t do restraint.

Like the time some guy got a little too close to you at a club and ended up with a broken jaw — because Ben doesn’t do warnings either.

Or the time he punched a cop without even thinking about the consequences.

“To be fair, he was being a dick.”

“He was giving you a parking ticket.”

Ben scoffs. “Exactly.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” He throws his hands up, all mock innocence. “I told him not to touch my car.”

Loving Soldier Boy is fighting for feminism while actively losing the war.

There’s something infuriating about Ben’s shameless, unapologetic brand of horniness.

His jokes are always just a little too loud, just a little too offensive, making you cringe even as he smirks, because he knows damn well what he’s doing.

And yet, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

And he knows it.

No matter how many times you glare at him, no matter how often you mutter “Ben, we are in public”, he sees the way your breath hitches, the way your thighs press together when he leans in too close, and he can practically smell the forming pool in your panties.

“C’mon, sweetheart.” His voice is low, dripping with amusement. “Don’t act like you don’t love it when I talk dirty to you.”

You glare at him. “You literally just told the bartender that I needed something ‘to keep my mouth occupied.’”

Ben grins. “And I stand by that.”

You fight the urge to groan. “You are insufferable.”

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against your ear. “But you like me insufferable.”

And fuck.

Maybe you do.

Loving Soldier Boy is realizing you’re the one really losing the fight.

When the team calls you out on his bullshit, you just sit there and listen.

You have no defense.

Because what are you even supposed to say?

He’s trying? (He’s not.)

He didn’t mean to? (He absolutely did.)

He’s a work in progress? (Is he?)

And despite what everyone says — despite the fact that he probably won’t ever change — you can’t seem to stop yourself from diving headfirst into the madness.

Maybe you can’t fix him.

But damn if he doesn’t make it worth trying.

The chokehold this man has on me is insane — help

Also… This sat in my drafts for months, but I gave it a reread and didn’t completely hate it — so here you go. Hope you enjoyed!🤍

xx Pam

[magicalqueennightmare]

It's the Heat

Billy Butcher x Reader

It's the hottest summer in years and the safe house Frenchie's contact handed over to the boys has no air

It's just a smut(ish) drabble

You turned over for what felt like the millionth time. You appreciated having a safe place to crash until Grace could help all of you out of this tight spot but for the love of christ they couldn't have thrown in a singular working air conditioner?

The one fan that had been alloted per bedroom was the only thing keeping what little sanity you had. MM had his own room, Kimiko was in with Frenchie, Hughie was with Annie and that meant you were stuck with Butcher.

"For fuck's sake,if you flip over one more time I'm kicking you out of the bed" you groaned hearing his voice behind you. "It's feels like the seventh circle of hell in here" you turned to face him and the bastard was laying back across the bed with his eyes closed. He'd shed everything down to his boxers,no wonder he wasn't complaining.

You were wearing a tank top and thin cotton pants but they felt like they might as well have been made of wool. He opened one eye and smirked "Strip down. Fan feels pretty decent when nothings stopping it" you knew he was purposely fucking with you but the idea did sound promising.

You shrugged and lifted your bottom off the bed to wiggle the pants off your hips, you cut your eyes at Butcher to see he now had his head propped up on one arm watching you. The look in his eyes told you he didn't mind the view and honestly the fan did feel better already. Butcher was a lot of things but you knew you could trust him to the extent of not touching without consent and well you'd gotten dressed in front of the entire crew before so you figured why not and pulled the tank over your head and tossed it to the floor along with your pants.

"Fuckin hell" he muttered and you cut your eyes at him "Something wrong Butch?" He rolled his eyes "The heat is diabolical" you nodded, closing your eyes as the fan rotated in a pitiful attempt to cool your bodies "I'm tempted to go sleep in the tub but either I'd wake up pruney or Frenchie would toss ice cubes in for shits and giggles"

"That's an idea" Butcher mumbled so you cut one eye at him "What?" He just smirked and got out of bed. He glanced back over his shoulder before stepping into the hall.

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A few minutes later Butcher walked back into the room carrying a plastic bowl and sat it down on the nightstand "How bad do you want to cool down?" Ok that made you curious "Pretty bad but not sell my soul bad" he smirked but this one was one of those that made your stomach flip. "Cmere luv, let me help ya out"

He sat down on the bed and leaned back against the wall before patting between his legs. You worried your bottom lip with your teeth for a second before moving over and getting comfortable with your back against his chest "How's this supposed to help" "Trust me" "Said the devil to Cain"

"Funny" he leaned up to grab something out of the bowl then told you to close your eyes. "I will stab you if you fuck with me Billy" you warned and he chuckled "Love a woman that doesn't mind a little maiming"

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You closed your eyes and after a moment felt something cold hit your neck. A light gasp escaped you but as it moved further down your neck with Billy's fingers working to ease the muscles trying to tense from the cold a moan slipped from your lips from the pure relief the cold brought to your heated skin.

"Sounds like you're enjoying yourself so far" he teased and you wiggled closer into his chest "I didn't exactly say stop" "You're fucking bossy" he scoffed before grabbing another ice cube out of the bowl and continuing down your chest. When his large hand cupped your breast, teasing the sensitive mound with the ice, your breathing quickened just a bit.

His mouth was close enough to your ear you could feel his lips brush your skin when he whispered "Want to keep going?" You turned to look at him, your lips brushing lightly against his as you spoke "Please"

He moved the ice to his left hand to free up the right one to grip your chin "I got ya" he spoke right before the ice teased across your other breast, making you arch into his touch "Fuck Butcher" the relief from the heat was beginning to mix with the pleasure from him teasing your now hardened nipple with his fingertips.

He leaned closer and you met his lips halfway. The kiss was tentative, teasing but made you moan lightly when he rolled his tongue against yours. You felt his fingers dip under your panties, the cold sting of the ice prickling goosebumps up onto your skin.

He broke the kiss and you knew from the look he gave you that he was asking for the go ahead so you let your legs fall apart further "Glad this place didn't have air conditioning" he chuckled as his fingers slipped down further.

You walked out of the bathroom the next morning, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tshirt. You were looking for your sneakers and Frenchie because he could do pretty decent dutch braids.

You walked into the kitchen and Hughie cut his eyes up at you over his cup of orange juice as Annie said "How'd you sleep?" You felt like you were missing the joke but you shrugged "As well as I could with the heat" Frenchie laughed from his place at the stove "I'm sure it was hotter with Butcher on top of you"

You felt your cheeks warm as they all started laughing even Kimiko and MM. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse Butcher walked in behind you "Who said I was the one on top?"

[fandomchik]

Smoke and mirrors

Ben (Soldier Boy) x Frenchie's sister!Reader

Warnings: mention of drugs, my amateur writing, other than that none <3

A/n: hello loves, this is my first drabble/fic on here and it's not been edited and idk if it made any sense but I hope you like the bit of softness. Firm believer Frenchie and Ben could be besties.

Word count: 781

~=°☆°=~

The smell of second hand smoke was familiar as it curled into your lungs upon entering the room. The offending blunt lay forgotten on the coffee table, along side the remnants of pills you dreaded to know the effects of. Opened snacks and sweating, half-drunk beers let you know that the munchies had come and gone.

In the center of it all? Your brother and his new found high-buddy, Ben.

You looked the pair over, with the fond type of annoyance in your eyes. And what a sight they were, Frenchie and Ben both fast asleep, the former with his arm thrown over the soldier, and drool staining his shirt where his cheek was resting, mushed up against it. Even Ben's own hand was lightly fisted in the material of Frenchie's shirt, and the thought of their reactions waking up, almost kindled a laugh deep in your chest. Instead you just sighed.

Their not-so-healthy habits worried you, of course, but looking at the tortured pair, capable of looking so at peace? Their worries expelled from their bodies and suspended in the mist of smoke above them?

Maybe it was worth the price.

Not that you'd tell either of them that.

Your flat palm made a sharp smack as it collided against the back of your brother's skull. "Bonjour mon cœur, rise and shine. You and your boyfriend made quite the mess, non?" You teased, a smirk curling your lips as the now-awake Frenchie scrambled away from Ben, using the back of his hand to wipe the drool off his face.

He glared at you, but you could tell it was half-hearted. You and Kimiko were the only two people on this planet he could not channel his anger towards. Home. Family. And so you decided its within your jurisdiction to rub some more salt into the wound, "And don't worry, I took a picture"

Giggling, you dodged the cushion that was being thrown your way, and ducked to kneel in front of Ben's still-sleeping form instead. Never one to back down, "Was that so you could photoshop yourself in my place cherie? Monsieur over here is a very good cuddler." Frenchie's voice was teasing, yes, but underneath it there was something knowing. And God no part of you wanted to address the heat in your cheeks right now.

Instead your hands gently slid up Ben's arms, across his broad shoulders, before tipping his chin up from where his head was slumped against his chest. "Hey, hey mon soldat, you're going to have a stiff neck, wake up."

The look in Frenchie's eyes was pure betrayal at the contrast of your soft approach to him. "Incroyable, your own blood gets abused whilst the little crush gets pampered."

"Shut up"

"Non y-"

"Shut. Up." You hissed as Ben groggily came to consciousness, and you dropped your hands, not wishing to be on the receiving end of a compound-V infused punch.

He mumbled your name in a way you'd never heard it before, riddled with sleep, quiet as if unsure whether you were real, or an after-effect of a dream. You repeated your earlier encouragement, and he rolled his head back in response, already experiencing the aches of his older joints.

Not that he'd let anyone know it, but your softness had corrupted him just enough to save a soft spot for you himself.

You ushered them off to their rooms, the dutiful mother hen of the group as always, cleaning up after the two, though Ben had remained planted on the couch watching you with a calculated gaze. He sweeped up the last bit of ash off the table, and sprinkled it in the bag you were holding, finally coming to stand.

The heat of his chest signalled that he had ended up much closer than anticipated, and you looked up, breath hitching as his eyes searched yours, jaw briefly clenching with something inscrutable. Ben's hand reaches up, fingertips light as they brush a strand of hair away from your face, something dangerously close to reverence.

His voice was tinged with a rumble from lack of use "Hmm.. you sure are soft on me doll." He watched smugly as your eyes widened, and lashes fluttered. "Why is that?"

Subconsciously you leaned in, his warm breath brushing against your lips, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. "I- you know mon soldat."

Ben's french was limited but he understood enough, the nickname folding into the part of his chest reserved just for you. He nodded, once, slowly, a single tip of his chin. Solemn and knowing.

"Yeah.. i think I do."

And when his lips met yours, it was clear he certainly did.

[bluemerakis]

Drabble: Mean!Billy loves grinding fem!reader on his thigh

Word count: 0.8k

A/n: I get late night bitch-in-heat thoughts okay

[18+ ONLY]

Billy’s grip on your hips were relentless—thickset fingers contorting your tender skin until the flesh memorialised the shape of his hands with reddened blotches. The twinge of his nails set off some primal response within your body, a biological plea to flee the grasp of his talons, but the knot in your core kept you grounded against the bulk of his thigh.

Your clit rode repetitive rounds across the length of his jean-clad leg, the trail well marked with the juices he’d been coercing from your depths for the last hour, at least. He loved wearing you down this way—loved wringing the sense from your grasp as you came completely undone at his will, over and over and over again—a puppet stuffed with the mean movements of his thigh wedged between your yearning folds.

Each time you found yourself back in this position, you’d be nothing but a blabbering mess after the second or third induced high, the euphoria so entangled with the cognitive ability of your brain that you were left dumb and disposable at his exploiting fingertips—and a man like Billy Butcher had an unflattering tendency to help himself to more than his rightful fill.

“Fuuuckin’ hell,” he drawled gruffly, rough eyebrows knit together as he admired the fresh, slimy trail overlaying the countless pathways you’d ploughed into his jeans only minutes before. “Yer gonna sue me? Got tha’ cunt workin’ bloody hard and well into overtime. She achin’ yet—doin’ yer ear in ‘bout how unfair all o’ this shite is? Fuckin’ diabolical—this cunt o’ yers. I done milked ‘er dry for the last bloody ‘our, and still she keeps on deliverin’ me more,” he mumbled distractedly, all his efforts imbued into his steering of your hips.

Your head buckled with exhaustion, your tongue nothing more than an incompetent ornament each time Billy forcibly ground you against him in this brutal manner. It was a regular practice of his—a power trip of some sort that you knew he got off on because it was the only way he could have you gobsmacked enough to lay a couple on you.

Words had never been lost on a tongue as sharp as yours, and he always enjoyed the banter served up on a gold platter whenever you’d prowl around him during work hours within the compound—in the shared company of the rest of the Boys. But in here, in his apartment—completely and utterly isolated from their prying eyes, you could be considered Kimiko’s fellow mute for all he cared.

If it wasn’t his cock wedged half way into the warmth of your throat that throttled your wit, it was surely one or the other manipulations he’d perfected on your clit.

“Not such a prattler now, are we, eh?” He groused into your ear as you collapsed against his chest, exhaustion seizing all voluntary movement of your hips—but Billy would force the momentum, anyways, pawing at the skin and pressing you harder against him until your core imploded for the thousandth time.

Your hands furled around the fabric of his shirt, where they squeezed tightly as some pitiful act of defiance to antagonise his degradation—but only breathless gasps fled your lips, and your eyes could barely manage to comprehend the patterns of his shirt that you’d come to memorise within such short time of knowing him.

“Atta girl, doin’ so good,” he murmured into the crown of your head, chin resting onto the support of your collapsed frame. “I’ll let yer off after this last one—promise—just make it a good last one f’me, yeah? Can yer do that for me, Love?”

You stilled against his chest, some petty part within you not so willing to submit to him completely, but the way his hand slid across the curve of your ass to deliver a squeeze and then a harsh clap was enough to coax a whimper of surrender from your stubborn depths.

“You forget, Love, I’ve made me a mental manual on yer body by now—I know just which buttons to press to get ya all muddled up on me lap,” Billy husked against your ear, then stole a gentle nibble of your ear lobe. “Now, brave that poncy l’il clit o’ yers—this finish’ll be a bloody hurrah to behold.”

The friction against your clit built up to an unbearable burn as Billy raked you across his thigh, the pace so brutal that your sensitive extremities felt as though they were being skimmed across hot tarmac. The stimulation was so painfully—yet pleasurably overwhelming that you couldn’t help the pathetic moans spewing from your parted lips, fingers curling deeper into the hold on his shirt.

“Tha’s it,” he husked into your hair, his lips then trailing down your forehead to place an encouraging kiss on the sweat-covered skin. “Tha’s it,” he repeated more steadily—proudly, chin tilting down to where you released the last of your pleasure onto his jean. “Helluva finish, Love,” he remarked with a chuckle, that trademark grin settling onto his lips as he lifted his attention back to you. “Cunt’s nearly as expressive as you—and I do love me a feminist tag-team.”

I just wanted to flex my fingers with something dirty hehehe enjoy it my butcher sluts. The getaway house oneshot is coming soon I promise!!

Masterlist

Tags: @violent-darkness @bohemianblasphemy @babyfri3dric3 @internetitgirl17 @dwinchesterspie1967 @gibson-g1rl

[eternalslover]

GUYS PLEASE I NEED SOME PEOPLE TO WRITE FOR MY BBG BLACK NOIR

PLEASE I WILL TAKE ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING, FLUFF, ANGST, SMUT, HEADCANONS, IMAGINES, DRABBLES, BLURBS ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING BECAUSE I AM ABSOLUTELY SURE I HAVE READ EVERYTHING FOR HIM ON HERE AND AO3

AND HONESTLY THIS GOES FOR ANYONE FROM THE BOYS, FRENCHIE, BILLY, SOLDIER BOY, STARLIGHT, KIMIKO, HUGHIE, SUPERSONIC PLEAASSEEEEEEE

BECAUSE IK I WASNT THE ONLY ONE WHO WATCHED AND ENJOYED THIS TV SHOW SO PLEASE SOMEONE WRITES FOR THESE CHARACTERS

AND IF YOU DO OR U FOLLOW ANYONE WHO DOES WRITE FROM THEM PLEASE COMMENT

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

wip folder tag game

my freaky lil angels, thank you for tagging me: @blossomingorchids, @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth, @pinksatinpanties, @soldiersgirl, @0ccvltism, and my darling angel perfect lil sis: @losers-clvb <3 (you are all so goddamn wonderful, all the love to you)

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it. then tag as many people as you have wips.

strap (on) in... i've got a disgusting amount of wips. i'm embarrassed.

DEAN WINCHESTER - fire in your eyes (firefighter!reader - request) one-shot - "us and pigs" (dean x hurt!reader) series/one-shot - harmonious (established dean x reader) series - malevolence pt iii (early seasons demon!dean x bobbys!niece!reader) series - hunter (hunter!dean x deergirl!reader) series/one-shot - "please" (sub!dean x reader) drabble

SAM WINCHESTER - lexical (established sam x reader) series/one-shot - "freak" (standfordera!sammy x demon!reader) one-shot - "uh oh" (sam x clowngirl!reader) one-shot - sunshine personified pt ii (established sam x sweetheart!reader) series

CASTIEL - eden (cas x religious!reader) one-shot

BOBBY SINGER - "it's alright" (bobbys!niece!reader) one-shot/drabble

SOLDIER BOY/BEN - angel eyes (sb/ben x angel!reader - request) series/one-shot - distractions (established sb/ben x tattooartist!reader) one-shot - vile (sb/ben x reader) series - notion (sb/ben x terminal!reader - request kinda) series/one-shot - "fake" (sb/ben x famoussinger!reader) one-shot - "mercy" (sb/ben x bpd!reader - request) series/one-shot - "fuck you" (sb/ben x reader) drabble - float (established sb/ben x reader) drabble

BILLY BUTCHER - pixie boots (established butcher x reader) one-shot

FRENCHIE - "hot mess" (established frenchie x intoxicated!reader) drabble

KIMIKO - best friends (kimiko x bestfriend!reader) drabble

BEAU ARLEN - resonance (beau x singer!reader) series - raise hell (sheriff!beau x criminal!reader) one-shot

COLOUR!READER SERIES - ember x sb/ben - goldie x sam - sunny x butcher - sage x butcher - powder x sam - saturn x sb/ben - salem x dean - peach x dean - aurelia x cas - seraphine x dean - elaris x sam - shimmer x butcher - delphine x sb/ben

i have a problem. the sheer volume of things in my docs are actually borderline obscene. christ. i also don't think i can tag as many people as i have wips... oops.

(if you've already done it, pls ignore me!!!) no pressure tags: @xoswiftieprincess, @sacr1ficialang3l, @gh0stlightss, @prettyinpeaches, @figthoughts, @rositaslabyrinth, @supernaturaldoll, @drewstarkeyzwhore, @saltcxrcle, @cowboysandcigarettes & anyone else who might wanna do it because i cannot think of anybody else to tag off the dome <3

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🎠🥀I am a lil’ bit of an amateur writer. I have been writing off and on for years, and now I’m confident about writing some fan fiction! I have not written fanfic in a hot minute, so I am a bit rusty. Just bear with me!

🎠🥀Most of my writings will be with a gender neutral reader and use they/them pronouns unless otherwise stated or requested :)! I will do my best to not include physical descriptions as well unless otherwise requested.

🎠🥀I will do my best to write all characters to the best of my ability. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome!

RULES AND FANDOMS BELOW THE CUT

I WILL NOT WRITE:

Fetish content (bathroom stuff, feet stuff, etc), some hard kinks, pedo shit, real people.

Porn without plot. Unpopular opinion, I know. #smutwithfeelingsftw

Character x Character

I WILL WRITE:

Fluff, angst, the basic stuff. Smut if the mood takes me

One shot/drabbles, headcanons, multi-character reactions.

Platonic relationships.

Song inspired requests.

Poly relationships (or I will do my best to).

I’m down for most stuff, so just shoot your shot!

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR (more to come!)

Key:

NOT MENTIONED = I will NOT write for this character

PLAIN = I’m will write for this character.

ORANGE = Character I MIGHT write for if I get a request that sparks inspiration.

PINK = Would LOVE to write for this character.

AVATAR - James Cameron Movies

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Ronal, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Quaritch, Grace Augustine

THE BOYS

Butcher, Hughie, Annie/Starlight, M.M., Kimiko, Frenchie, Maggie/Queen Maeve, Old and New Black Noir, Reggie/A-Train

ARCANE

Sevika, Vi, Jinx/Powder, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Ekko , Jayce Talis, Viktor, Vander, Silco

MARVEL

Loki, Agatha Harkness, Steve Rogers, The Wolverine/Logan Howlett

CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE (remakes)

Ghost/Simon Riley, John Price, Soap/John Mactavish, Gaz/Kyle Garrick, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Nikolai

BALDUR’S GATE III

Wyll Ravengard, Gale Dekarios, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach Cliffgate, Halsin, Isobel Thorm, Aylin (honestly, there are so many characters so just feel free to request any bg3 character! the only one i will not write for is astarion.)

OVERWATCH

Moira O’Deorain, Sloan/Venture (the big two. i am down to write any overwatch character so feel free to request.)

RULES

Zero Tolerance for Minors. Minors, do NOT interact. You will be blocked immediately.

Please only submit a request ONCE, & Remember to be patient. I have a busy life outside of this blog.

Do not use my work for Character AI or anything AI related.

Do not repost my work EVER!

Just be respectful.

🎠have a lovely day🎠

[constant-mason24]

Relax

Soldier Boy x Reader Drabble

Our favorite old man helps (Y/n) destress away from the team.

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Things were... tense, to say the least.

The Boys were supposed to have their eyes set on one singular enemy, yet it rarely worked out that way. Much like now.

Butcher was being a dick, as per usual; M. M. couldn't stand to focus with a certain supe in his company. Hughie and Annie were having their issues, Kimiko was down for the count, and Frenchie was who the fuck knows where... This whole deal was a mess. It felt like the team spent more time fighting each other than Vought.

While M. M. and Butcher got into yet another argument, (Y/n) decided she couldn't take it anymore, and she moved to another room in an attempt to escape the others. Unfortunately for her, this room wasn't empty like she had hoped. But the man occupying said room might have a better solution.

"Do they always do this shit?" Soldier Boy asked, gesturing towards the doorway (Y/n) had just entered from with something she doubted was a cigarette.

"More or less." The woman sighed, settling down in the chair next to the supe. She eyed the joint in his hand, and the man took notice. His lip curled into a smirk as he followed her gaze.

"This might help you relax." He chuckled, smiling at her smugly as he lifted the drug in emphasis. "Those two probably got you all riled up."

"Are you offering your weed to me?" She asked, tilting her head and hiding a smile of her own.

"Just one hit?"

"Damn right I am, sugar." He handed the joint over to (Y/n) who took it gingerly. She took a hit, keeping eye contact with Soldier Boy as she did so. Then supe seemed to watch the smoke curl from her lips as she exhaled, handing the joint back to him.

"It's better to stay on my toes..."

"That's alright," Soldier Boy chuckled again, leaning forward in his seat to rest his arms on the table. He's checking her out in an obvious way, dragging his eyes up and down what he can see from their position at the table. "I know one other way I can help you relax."

"Yeah?" She leans closer to him. "And what would that be?"

He just smiles.

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

Do you have top fanfic recommendations for someone trying to get back into the fandom after years out of it? A lot seems to have changed

I can't speak on what the fandom used to be, but gravity-what and I made a list of fanfic refs a while back that I think is still solid! A truncated version of the lists in that link:

Gravity's list:

Letting off steam: Chase helps Omi overcome the aftermath of Omi town.

A hairs breath: aka, Omi actually calls Chase ‘Dad’ in front of everyone.

Water under the bridge we’ll need to cross later: looking at Chase’s thoughts after Omi rescued him in New World Order.

Feather in your cap: Omi gets Chase a thoughtful present!!

Any of @writerkatsblog fics, the big ones being You’re Okay and the (currently ongoing sequel) Fragile Things. Also, their one shot The Rescue of an Overlord .

Any of @aspureasamelody’s little stories AO3 Here, especially the Clay character studies or Chase & Guan snippets, personal favorite is A triangle of sorts

My list:

Infinite Value - another great oneshot too by writerkatsblog, set in the alternate timeline with Good Chase. It's a soft exploration of the mentor and student bond Chase and Omi still have in this alternate timeline.

The minific one-shots from ask prompts on that blog that are really fun, quick reads! Like this one set back when Chase was still working under Hannibal, this one where the jungle cats are establishing their hierarchy after Omi joins, this one of Dashi's trio drinking together, and this one with Heylin Omi trying to sneak attack Chase. Anything written by Kat is guaranteed to be amazing!

After all These Years and bird’s eye view by aspureasamelody as fun oneshots exploring Omi and Chase

leg godt (starring Jack, Wuya, and Megan) and What's Your Emergency? (starrring Keiko and Kimiko) as two of the many great drabbles focusing on some rarer combinations of characters from aspureasamelody! If you want short stories features oft forgotten side characters like Jesse Bailey, Keiko, Megan, and Vlad, you'll find them here!

Awakening, Rewritten, Bringing Down the Summit, and Gathering the Dragons are all great longer stories from @gravity-what.

Also check out gravity-what's ongoing Xiaolin Showdown season 4, and their Heylin-Xiaolin roleswap AU! Actually I recommend anything and everything written by gravity-what!

Cheap Tricks - a completed, multi-chapter canon-compliant fic set after season 3 where, via some shenanigans, Omi decides to flip things on their head and take on Chase Young as his apprentice. It has some really gut-wrenching twists and turns to it, and so much heart.

Metallic Figment by @izscha - this fic is still in its early stages and it's hard to say where the mystery intends to go yet, but if you have an interest in Xiaolin showdown OCs, and this fic will definitely have some of its own, and the returning canon characters have some fun setup! One of the OCs has already had a very interesting dynamic built up with Hannibal Roy Bean.

Spicer Squad by @heylinloser - an action/adventure filled Spicer-centric gen fic where he teams up with some old friends for another intra-Heylin conflict. It has the feeling of a heist movie, which suits the main cast in it well!

Kite Fights - a short one-shot of Chase and Omi doing some kite-fighting together

Bonding - ongoing multichapter where Chase and Omi get trapped in a Wu together after some shenanigans with Jack, and as the chapters continue, they begin to uncover what seems to be a rather sprawling mystery here connected to Hannibal Roy Bean himself

Reverse - oneshot where everyone meets a roleswapped version of Chase Young and Omi, it's fun to see how the most things change, the most they stay the same with those two!

[guizika]

Hey! I'm Guilherme, a Brazilian reader and writer. Well, English is not my first language so there may be some writing errors, but I will try to do my best.

I write for fun, maybe it takes a while because I have some other things to do.

Well, you can just call me Gui, I hope you like it and that's it!

This is a reader x character blog!

Requests: Open

Characters I write for:

MK1 - Bi-Han (Sub-Zero), Johnny Cage, Syzoth and Tomas (Smoke).

JJK - Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Sukuna.

SPN - Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Jack Kline and Sam Winchester.

Tokyo Revengers - Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Takashi Mitsuya and Shuji Hanma

The Boys - Billy Butcher, Frenchie, Homelander, Hughie Campbell and Kimiko.

TWD - Daryl, Glenn, Negan and Rick.

Scream - Billy Loomis and Stu Matcher.

(More characters and even fandoms may be added over time.)

Request rules:

◎ i will not write incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, etc.

◎ i will not write character x character or oc x character.

◎ i will not write things that make me uncomfortable.

◎ I only write for Male, FTM and GN readers.

◎ I will respect requests and will accept those that follow the rules.

Masterlist

Drabbles

More about me

[helenabuu32]

Hey! I haven’t been on tumblr for probably over a decade at this point, so this is my first post introducing myself to get back into it!

My name is Bea! I’m Canadian, 25f, Pagan, bi and used to be a full time artist (polymer clay, jewelry, painting, drawing, etc). I’ve always liked writing self insert fanfics for my own enjoyment when I can’t find a fic to scratch a particular itch, and always thought it would be fun to run an ask blog where I can take requests or post my own hcs, drabbles/oneshots, and even some art for my favourite characters!

My current 24/7 obsession is JJBA, especially Golden Wind, and specifically, Leone Abbacchio. My favourite parts are 3 and 5 and I’m currently on part 6 of the anime! Other anime’s I love are Fruits Basket, Dragon Ball, Darker than Black, Inuyasha and much more that I cannot think of atm.

I also love Buffy, The Boys, and have been enjoying Invincible and most recently The Bear! I love video games and I’m a huge Nintendo nerd - Twilight Princess is my favourite game of all time and I love LoZ and animal crossing! Also love stuff like Stardew Valley and casual horror games. Baldurs Gate 3 and DND stuff are super awesome too. As far as music goes, I’d say I’m an alt/punk rock gal but here are my favourite bands: MCR, Nirvana, Sublime, Gorillaz, One-Eyed Doll, Evanescence. I do also indulge in late 90’s/2000’s pop!

Here’s some characters I would LOVE to write for if anyone would like to give me a chance!

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

Part 2: Joseph Joestar, Caesar

Part 3: Jotaro Kujo, old Joseph Joestar, Kakyoin, Polnareff, Avdol

Part 5: Bucciarati, ABBACCHIO, Mista, Fugo, Narancia, Giorno and Trish (this is the part/fandom I’d love to write for most ATM)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Buffy, SPIKE, Angel, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Oz, Tara, Anya, Dawn

The Boys:

BUTCHER, Frenchie, Kimiko, MM, Hughie, would love to do some HCs for the 7 too!

Fruits Basket:

Literally everyone, but Kyo, Hatsuharu, Hatori and Ayame are favs

Stardew Valley:

I would honestly write HCs for anyone but I would love to do stuff for SEBASTIAN, Sam, Abigail, Leah, Elliott, Maru, Shane, Penny, Harvey….basically any romancable character!

I’ll update when I can think of more characters as well!

Since this blog is a clean slate, I’ll most likely follow anyone back but I do ask that we keep mutuals to 18+ please! I’m honestly pretty lonely when it comes to talking to people about fandom stuff so I would love to make some friends on here and my messages and asks will always be open :)

[teastainedprose]

Intro / Master List

I made a place to shake out all of the writing blurbs free instead of leaving them to rot in my e-mail drafts. Fics, drabbles, nonsense musings, headcanons and whatever else falls out will go here. Side blog to @tearueful

I am here to WRITE because creativity DEMANDS it, and this is low enough energy that chronic pain can't steal it from me. Unless it has an A03 mirror link, the writing is RAW and probably full of errors. Real fuck it, we'll do it live hours.

I loveloveLOVE interactions on my posts and in my ask box. PLEASE add replies, reblog with your comments and/or and go HOG WILD in the tags. IT FEEDS MEEEE and further fuels my inspiration.

🔞 18+ content. I say fuck. I will write smut. The situations will be adult in nature more often than not. There will be problematic content as my favs are problematic.

The ask box is open and I encourage sending requests, inspiration, or just chatter.

Feel free to send ask requests on or off anon.

Current brain worms are focused on Homelander of The Boys with a mild Fallout invasion.

Archive of Our Own Link

Prompt Requests / Fandoms / Tags / Master List of Writing

I have no issues with prompts that are open ended with what characters are involved or ones that specify. Within the fandoms that have captivated my brain, I'm up for writing any relationship romantic, sexual, or platonic and x reader writings are ones I'll happily engage in.

Sending something in is no guarantee I'll write for said prompt or when I'll get to it. My mind is fickle and sometimes a prompt grabs me by the throat, or I let it simmer for a hot minute. That or I'll simply delete it if it doesn't spark joy.

I've been writing and RPing for a very long time, but only recently delved into anything canon adjacent and then writing actual fanfics for it. Thus what fandoms I'll write for are currently limited to things I've been hype fixated on or am currently fixated on. Obviously, the main one right now is Homelander. He's my poor lil meow meow, but I will happily slip back into writing OCs from my years of RP or other characters in fandoms I adore.

Fandoms I'll write for:

The Boys

Fallout, TV series

Wildstar (OCs)

World of Warcraft (OCs)

Given how long I've been writing for and what sort of dark stories I've written with friends, there's not much that I won't explore if it has an interesting concept that I can get a good story out of. Dark themes, kinky fuckery, violence, and sexual situations are all well and good. That being said, there's plenty of things that squick me out that I rather not touch but as I'm an adult I'll either delete the prompt or explain my thoughts on the prompt related to whatever character it is.

i.e., Homelander sure as shit has a lactation kink but pregnancy stuff is body horror to me. Can I write it? Possibly, it wholly depends on the prompt.

Writing

WIP List (Yes please ask about any you're interested in to motivate me 😭)

Fallout:

🔞Explosion (Lucy x Maximus)

🔞Too Sweet ( Cooper x Reader, WIP) : Chapter [1], Tag

🔞 Gash (Cooper x Reader)

🔞Take It As It Comes ( Pre-War!Cooper x Reader, WIP)

🔞Lap Cat (Pre-War Cooper x Reader)

The Boys:

Fanfics

Play with Fire (Homelander x f!reader, plus sized, WIP) : Chapter [1] [2], [3] Tag

One Up (Homelander x f!Reader) : Chapter [1] , Tag

No Bad Dogs (Homelander x Kimiko??? besties!???!?!) : Concept stage, Tag

General Drabbles:

🔞Two Player Game (Homelander x f!reader)

🔞Lonely Together (Queen Maeve x Homelander)

Pinky Promise (Ryan Butcher & Homelander🥺)

Mark You Pretty (Homelander x reader)

🔞THC Gummies (Homelander x f!reader)

Introducing the 'wife' (Homelander x Billy Butcher)

Girl Dad (Homelander & Zoe)

Rainy Day (Homelander x reader)

Mix Tape (Homelander x reader)

Plushie (Homelander x reader)

Sugar Daddy (Homelander x reader)

🔞Making a Mess (Homelander x f!reader)

🔞Blackmail, Play With Fire side fic (Homelander x f!reader, plus-sized)

🔞Crusty.. (Homelander x reader)

Driving Lesson (Homelander & Ashley Barett)

🔞Over Eager (Homelander x f!reader)

Tampons (Homelander x f!reader)

Emoticons (Ryan Butcher & Homelander)

Flower Picking ( Homelander x reader)

🔞Office Tryst (Homelander x f!reader)

Breaking Point (Homelander x reader)

🔞Pet Play (Homelander x OC, WIP)

🔞Choke (Homelander x Reader, WIP)

Tags

General Tags

Drabble / Ask / Anon Ask / Fanfic Planning / Fanfic Chapter / Worldbuilding / Canon x You / Plus-Sized Reader / Brainstorming

The Boys

The Boys FanFic / The Boys Smut Homelander / Homelander Headcanon / Homelander x Reader / Homelander Writing / Homelander Smut Queen Maeve / Maeve Writing / Maeve Smut / Maeve x Homelander Kimiko / Kimiko Writing Frenchie / Frenchie Writing Ryan Butcher / Ryan Writing

Fallout

Fallout Fanfic / Fallout Smut Maximus / Lucy MacLean / VaultKnight / Cooper Howard / The Ghoul / Cooper Howard x Reader / The Ghoul x Reader

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[aspureasamelody]

New Jack/Kimiko fic

ash and shrapnel by as_pure_as_a_melody

Short drabble about Jack catching feelings for a girl who's really good at breaking his bots

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Gen V Drabble, Word Count: 588

When Marie heard the news, she was inconsolable. The headlines were everywhere: Vice President Victoria Nueman and daughter Zoe found dead. The story was terrible- the two had been killed at the dinner table, lasers slicing their bodies. The headline came a week after Victoria agreed to help. Three days after the virus went missing from her bunker. Sixteen days before Zoe’s fourteenth birthday. Marie and Jordan had already bought her a gift- two tickets to ‘The Seven on Ice’.

Jordan hadn’t tried to understand, they were just there. Together they and Emma held her as she cried. Sad at the lost her second family. Angry that it had happened. Frustrated in the fact that she could do nothing. 

Butcher hadn’t been as hurt. When he saw the news he had just sighed and said that they needed a change of plans. Everyone had stared at the man, shocked by his lack of empathy for their newfound ally. Hughie offered condolences on the man’s behalf, stating Butcher was always an ass and that she shouldn’t take it too hard. Everyone else was sympathetic, with Kimiko even offering her a sad smile and a strong hug.

A change of plans had apparently meant raising the dead. Two weeks after Victoria’s death, a mere 3 days after her funeral, Queen Maeve had come to headquarters. Not the Maeve that Marie had read about in books or seen in interviews, a supe that was strong, confident and took no prisoners. No, this Maeve was different. Still strong but in a way that seemed less from being untouchable and more from being touched living through it. This Maeve carried a gun everywhere, always sat facing windows, and wore an eyepatch.

When Marie first saw her she was shocked by the woman’s existence. She was wearing a sweater and jeans and holding two duffle bags, one for her and one for Elena- a woman whom Marie would meet later. Maeve had looked over to where she was sitting with Jordan, Cate, Emma and Sam and whispered something to Butcher. The conversation was short and ended with Butcher saying something that sounded a lot like a genuine ‘thank you’, something that Marie had never heard the man say in her two months of knowing him. 

“I’m Maggie,” she introduces. Her voice was deep, something Marie wasn’t expecting after years of watching high pitched press junkets. “I’m here as a favor to Annie, and Annie only.” Eyes flickered to the blonde women typing away on a computer. Though she pretended not to listen, Marie could see faint blush coat her cheeks. “I’m going to try and train you guys on how to kill Homelander.”

Marie's heart leapt at the words, looking to M.M for confirmation. The man avoided her eye and Marie focused back on Maggie. “You’re not a supe anymore,” Marie comments, staring into her bloodstream.

“Yeah, no shit. I had a chance to kill Homelander, to really get rid of him for good.” Maggie lets out a deep sigh, shutting her eyes tight. “But I didn’t. I took down Soldier Boy, and risked my life for that piece of shit, and hundreds of others.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “All because fucking Kansas over there.”

Annie turned in her chair, her face apologetic. “Maggie, I wouldn’t have asked if-”

“It’s fine, just…it’s fucking fine.” From beside her, Elena places a soothing hand on her arm. Maggie took a deep breath, before looking back at the group. “No going back now kids.”

(If you like this concept, check out "Maggie Shaw's School for Disgraced Superheroes" by WithFireAndIce on AO3. I wrote this before they posted their work, and would rather read their writings than write anymore on this)

[the-trinket-witch]

As the Airborne Afternoon draws to a close...

I wanna thank absolutely everyone who's had a blast with this event. I hope y'all enjoyed and got your fill of Whimsy just as most folks' school year starts.

This is going to be a Masterpost including Last Year's doodles and drabbles!

City Lore (1) and (2)

Starry-Night-Rose's Ellis

Tixdixl's Emil

Cyn's-Ramshackle's Grace

LostOnesArt's Cecil

The-Rini-Rush's Ryuuni

Slumberingrose-Fandorm's Kimiko

Twsting-in-the-wind's Joker Carder

CheerleaderMan's Astrid

K-Looking-Glass-House's K

SlumberingRose-Fandorm's Mariah

Rainesol's Hattie

JackieCronefield's Revon and Al in the Park

Last Year's Masterpost

OC's of mine with Cards:

Albert (SSR)

Galen (SR)

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@heartscrypt @honey-milk-depresso @br3adtoasty @jackiecronefield @ruggiethethuggie

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