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some help pls <3
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tumblr doesn't let me edit asks in my drafts anymore for some odd reason 😭 meaning I'll have to do those on computer which is less convenient, but uhh yeah! working on salvo project today and adding in some high!ellie content to it since you guys seem to love my one high!ellie blurb about her lazily strapping you.. so.. her lazily eating you out? hehh?? huhh?? I think yes.
I can just imagine her asking you to, "sit on m'face.. uhuh.." in her groggy, heavy tone while hovering her hands vertically as if you were already mounted atop her face, and when you actually do shuffle on her and let her get down to business, she legit relies on the bump of her nose to do most of the magic— eating out your pussy lip rather than your actual hole 💀oh and passes out under you just as the orgasm begins to fluctuate deliciously. high!gamer!ellie has me in a puasy chokehold rn. could go write a more detailed blurb but I'll snip it off right here for now.
wyd when you look down n see ellie like this
(first img is mine butt i forgor second source)
#ellie williams#⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts#⋆' upcoming#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie tlou#lesbian#sapphic#ellie x reader#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams blurb#ellie williams drabble#high!ellie#gamer!ellie
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Sometimes, all you need is one full-grown man, backing another full-grown man against a wall...
#in whatever context you like#i like my context whumpy :3#whump#whump tropes#cornered whumpee#angst#whump community#not at all related to the upcoming zayne drabble no no#my writing
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Simon crossed his arms, remaining relatively unamused as he watched Johnny fluff up his wings, heels digging into the dirt as he made a graceful land on the ground. His long feathers glided off the wind as he fell into a walk toward his lieutenant.
"See 'at one Lt?" He beamed, tucking his wings in so as to not get them caught.
Simon huffs softly. "I saw Johnny." I always do.
Johnny smiles. "Sometimes I wish you had wings. Then we could go up there together. Now wouldn't that be fun?"
Simon playfully rolls his eyes. The comment striking through him like an arrow to his broken heart. "That would be fun."
He pats Johnny's shoulder. "Now get your arse inside. Showers and then we're out for the night."
Johnny's wings fluffed, skipping a long away from Simon. He headed off to the showers, watching him go. He stood there, feeling his heart twist painfully. The long, glimmering smoothe wings catching the small waves of wind catching his eye.
His hand came to his shoulder, squeezing what used to be there. Wishing...
He turns away, shaking his head softly. The thought of them flying around up there. On the smooth draft. The warm sun making the cool breeze balance so nicely. So fresh. Like a clear thought of a cold breath of fresh air.
Oh how he wished...
He reached his room, shutting the door behind him. A heaviness following him as he got to his mirror, looking at the few cracks along the rim, dried blood seeping into the corners.
He swallowed thickly, pulling off his sweater and turning around. His heart twisted as he looked at the scars marring his back just between his shoulder blades.
Deep scars pulling skin tight and bruising seemingly permanently. Missing the golden gaze of giant wings that stretched out from his back.
He remembered his first time flying... What he would give to fly with Johnny. He always found winged so arrogant, but Johnny... He wanted to fly with Johnny. He wanted to feel free again. Instead of being permanently confined to the ground.
He tugged his sweater back on, sick of looking at the scars. It would never happen. He'd never fly alongside Johnny.
It could never work....
#can you tell im writing a ghostsoap fic?#fluff and angst baby#winged au#winged johnny#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#ghostsoap#soapghost#drabble#a little thing im keeping in my head for my upcoming fic for winged au#simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish#🪽
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I have a question for the iw couple;
jk was there a moment where you were really mad at oc? Same for oc, was there a moment where you felt like going insane? How did it work out at the end?
“there are some things ____ does that i don’t understand. i get mad when they’re being careless or stubborn.” jungkook admits. “i think i was the angriest when we fought about meeting my parents. i was working hard to make us work and… and i felt like they didn’t want that type of commitment. at some point i seriously i thought i was going to lose them too soon. when it came to ____, i was so sure, you know? the love i have for them, i never had it for anyone else. so i was really hurt.”
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“when he broke up with me…” you scrunch your nose with a smile, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater as a heavy feeling emerges in your chest. “i felt like i was going insane. honestly? i really did… go insane, i mean.”
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untitled // itachi uchiha
cw: breeding - daddy kink - very short
note: very short 200 word drabble i don’t wanna throw away </3
“‘Tachi p-please, ‘m so close.” you whined, nails digging into his back as you felt the familiar ache between your thighs. “Go ahead love, cum for me.” Itachi cooed, rubbing your clit as he fucked into you at a hard yet passionate pace, helping you to your release. A gasp leaving his lips at the feeling of you dripping around him.
Itachi smirked slightly once he noticed your legs trembling, knowing he did a good job, giving him a small ego boost. “Daddy…” you mumbled dumbly, still out of breath, knowing he was close as well.
“Yes love?” Itachi smiled, helping you through your high while chasing his own at the same time. “I want you to breed me— W-Wanna make you a daddy,” you whimpered, not realizing the fact that you flipped a switch inside of him.
“Oh yeah? Wanna make me a daddy love?” he asked, picking his pace up and tightening his grip on your sides as you nodded desperately. “Yes daddy, please.” you begged.
“Good girl— Gonna fill you up so nicely.” Itachi murmured, pulling you in a heated kiss as he released inside of you, not slowing down one bit. Because you forgot one major thing, the fact that he had a major breeding kink and that you probably were nowhere close to being done today.
#itachi smut#itachi uchiha smut#this is originally for the upcoming naruto hcs where every character was supposed to have like a short drabble but i only finished itachis#NSMSKDKS#didnt feel like doing the ofhers#snow writes; drabbles#snow; thirsts
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THE FINAL INSTALLMENT OF...
🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤
oh wow oh wow, we made it to a whole freaking year of these barber boys! it's been such an anchor for me--i never missed a week!--& i will be so sad to see them go. but! i may have a lil surprise up my sleeve for (if all goes well) next week! see you then & thanks for reading! xx
here's the 52nd & final installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: rain by @mmmichyyy
catch up/read in full HERE -- now complete!
[ read the whole shebang ON AO3 ]
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Then again, the whole thing between them is batshit. Ludicrous, how a haircut by happenstance could help two tough guys from the shit side of the street find… well, that remains to be seen…
But as Ian watches Mickey smile around steak and sour cream, he thinks that maybe he’s found someone to want all of him, all the fucked up versions that he is.
Hopes that Mickey Milkovich, Master Barber could be someone who’ll stay for the shine, but also the rain.
Sickness, health, all that shit.
Ian wipes the corner of Mickey’s mouth with his thumb and exhales.
#a peaceful ending is exactly what the drabble doctor ordered!#OH MY GOD#52 whole weeks#it's been a fucking pleasure & a half#again. i do want to write them a lil epilogue so i hope that you'll stay tuned for that! hoping for next week but we shall see#it's wild to me that the ending of this story is coinciding with the beginning of my upcoming adventures#we get on a plane next week to start seeing some different sights!#feels quite cosmic ✨#anywhoooo thank you for the support over the last year!#thank you to everyone who read & reblogged & flailed in the tags#thank you for the excitement week after week!#& thank you to anyone who was like 'she's still going??? be done already! 🥵' for keeping me motivated 😉#what a sweet ride!#& with this... my plate is clear... excited to see what comes next!#🖤 ✂️ 🖤#barber!mickey my sweet#shaggy!ian my pet#shameless#shameless fanfiction#galladrabbles#ian x mickey#ian gallagher#mickey milkovich#bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼
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lil writing update:
nearly the first 1,000 words of fanon s6 chapter 10 are written (finally at the starscraper baby!) + will have more time for writing tomorrow & hope to have a oneshot out as well
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She had sworn. Against her better judgement, against her nature.
"I feel something for you."
"… So do I."
"Something forbidden."
"I don't believe in sin."
"Not sin. Forbidden by an oath I took for life. I can't be with you, Jillian."
She had touched her then.
"… That implies you'd want to."
She did. Both of them did.
And so she swore not to willingly lead Mother Superion astray, swore to resist when they both felt the magnetism, the electricity of the most innocent touches.
She heard her own words — small, distant — perish when at last Suzanne's lips reached her own.
#warrior nun#doctor superion#warrior nun drabble#jillian salvius#mother superion#why do i have the feeling that it's been ages since last i posted one of these? i've kept the posting rhythm constant! it makes no sense#the funny part is that this has been drafted for a whole month lol. all of these drabbles are from september#i had stocked up on them for reasons. still have a handful waiting for the upcoming fridays#in any case today IS doctor superion drabble friday so here you go#narratives and similar
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Wednesday (Quadruple) Drabble: The Lost and Found
She had been lost before.
Moving as a child from the Illyrian side of the city to the non-Illyrian side, hope for increased safety as consolation for leaving a part of her identity behind.
He had been lost before.
Refusals overridden, his would-be captors gaining control of his computer to falsify assent for a descent into fantasy, life in unreality as corrosive as the battery acid that powered his radiation-damaged heart.
Starbase records made clear Spock’s betrayal and, once Una reached Talos IV, it didn’t take long to locate Chris— his illusion screaming in pain from fire-borne punishment, his true form immobilized in his support chair.
The rage she needed to defeat Talosian mind control came easy.
In the shuttle she’d… procured… Chris declined her algorithm to match his speaking voice, choosing instead to use a computer default, no intonation of anguish or joy, no movement in his scarred face or change to his mechanized, steady respiration as he answered her questions.
“My best guess is Spock exploited that you’d be away from Starbase Eleven for a few weeks. He knew he was disobeying my orders and committing mutiny. He did it anyway.”
“If the Illyrian doctor is willing to try, I understand the risks.”
“Leave Vina behind. She made her alliances clear.”
So it’s at an Illyrian colony far from Federation arrogance or authority that his DNA unfurls and re-forms. Genetic engineering is usually performed before birth, but this is his rebirth, no longer the Christopher Pike who upheld Starfleet ideals but a Christopher Pike who is wary of a Starfleet that would tolerate a sham court martial rather than search for a greater truth.
Is Una reborn, too? Her belief in something greater than herself, in a Starfleet that could, in fact, become what she had hoped it to be in her idealistic younger years, that belief is withered, gone, replaced by allegiance to people, not an organization.
His skin is pockmarked, his voice reedy, gait unsteady. Genetic engineering isn’t a miracle cure.
Her sense of purpose has telescoped from appreciation for differences to appreciation for those who share her values.
Are they still lost?
Isn’t everyone?
But to be lost together… a shuttle course laid in toward a curious-looking cluster of stars, his hand a comfort on her shoulder, her soft hum the music of his naturally-beating heart… to be lost together… is something like being found.
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Christopher Pike drabbles: 3, 2, 1/?
#wednesday drabble#can’t tag wednesday100 with a quad though#christopher pike#una chin riley#pikeuna#pikeone#pikeuna fanfic#pikeone fanfic#star trek strange new worlds#star trek the original series#cw upcoming rant in tags#if anyone wants to debate spock with me please first do me the favor of revisiting the menagerie with current standards of consent in mind#chris’ no no no no no no no breaks my heart#not to mention chris’ vote to have spock found guilty of mutiny for what spock was trying to do#but whoops the whole court martial was a sham#and increasing talosian control over computer systems lends doubt to chris’ last effort to communicate using his chair#to cast someone out of reality is among the cruelest things i can imagine#though it certainly tracks with 1960s views on institutionism
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born of flora and fauna | teaser I. ellie williams
knight!ellie x princess!reader
an; thought I would bestow a little excerpt from my prologue for this fic, cause the preluding alone needs its own teaser. plus, a little moodboard for it! this would count for the prologue only, as it's set in the wintertime and then progresses into spring. just a note this series is a bit more fantasy leaning than pinpoint history accurate (mainly in clothing department) but I'll still be including some realism into it. expect some.. complicated n poetic writing.
༻⋆the excerpt;
a vividness to her movements, flowing like a river. for it is water that soothes the most cosmic fires, carves veins into the earth's soil, descends from the heavens above and proves iron soluble. a knight so pinpoint and poised like a painter, yet so daring and baneful like a warrior of evenfall. an artisan of her craft, ellie was. born to thrive in matters regarding protection of her kingdom and its nobility.
you were a daughter of the illustrious king and queen, sister of your highly revered and cherished kin, prudence. subsequent to her fabled rise, was your fall. down-spiraling in neglect and a corroding shame that you couldn't fulfill the duties of a courteous princess. wickedness wasn't necessarily your play of folly. rebuking the role of royalty isn't your entire bastion of vengeance. you purely long for a world of your own color. your self-brewn arcadia of art. in a concise phrase, desire for sovereignty.
' why don't you resemble your sister more? '
upon this midwinter day, steel clashes and clanks with the marching of castle guards en route to their designated patrol sites just beyond the barrier of the throne room. braziers birthing a cordial flame glowing with a saffron ember, balls of warmth to resign a frigid numbing along the stone pillars surrounding the epicenter. the rabble of townsfolk forked into two large columns in the palatial hall afore the platform of the royal family, gossiping amongst themselves at the event taking place.
you are aligned in royal seating adjacent to your mother and fathers throne, crossed legs pleating your tunics' billowing skirt, seemingly stoic poise contrasting your usual gestures of criticism and resentment. a flurry of knights in waiting present themselves individually before the nobility, emanations of each one's virtues and brawns scrutinized in one sweeping glance of the majesty himself, to which the mass of them were not up to par.
on comes a figure, shrouded by a leather fitting of attire compared to the other bodies of steel and chain before them, a smooth cloak of basil green silk embroidered with their respective house symbol in yellow; a moth, and a face hidden by the iron nature of a helmet. as every knight has shown oneself to the king, so do they, forcepping the helm with a gauntleted grip to reveal a face blemished by the trudging of time and battle, freckles mimicking the color of almonds, lips like a coral rose bud and hair painted of the most earthly russet you've ever bore sights to. except, there was one asset that sucked you right into her indirect gaze, circlets of green, like a willow tree's canopy of shrubbery, green, like the vernal springscape of the earlier year, an ethereal green, a hue no soul has ever seen before.
༻⋆the moodboard;
hope yall are excited as I am!!! 💗 this is the first draft of a portion of my prologue so you may see some additions or changes.
#ellie williams#ellie tlou#the last of us#ellie x reader#the last of us 2#ellie williams fic#ellie williams x fem!reader#lesbian#sapphic#knight!ellie#knight!ellie x princess!reader#ellie williams drabble#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams fanfiction#tlou ellie#ellie williams x reader#ellie the last of us#⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆upcoming#⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆series
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In writing my last drabble I have come to the conclusion that (the prisoners could come to the conclusion that) Es is a Scorpio or Virgo. We know they're made up of our voices, and those are the two most common signs in the global population. From an in-universe perspective, they’d think Es would simply have the highest chance of being born then. The traits have all that worked out too:
Typical sun in Scorpio traits include being extremely private, even secretive, about subjects they consider near and dear to their hearts. Scorpios are driven but locked into their belief systems. Scorpios also tend to be comfortable with the darker side of life and death, and are capable of wading in big emotions and deep-rooted psychology.
Virgos are humble, self-effacing, industrious, and practical, but under the surface, they are frequently natural, kind, and sympathetic. They are methodical and quick thinkers, yet they have so much mental energy that they are frequently stressed and tense. Their ardent desire for excellence and hard effort might lead them to be overly critical at times. Virgos are superb negotiators who utilise their sharp intellects to win debates and people's hearts and minds.
So yeah, I'm not well versed in this at all so feel free to lmk what you guys think!
#milgram#es#i just needed something mahiru could assume with the same info we have#i dont think we'll ever get a canon bday for them so 🤷♀️#those quotes are from a super fast google search but i can cite em if people want#lol my first idea for the drabble was mahiru/mikoto advising fuuta on his upcoming interrogation#but it turns out aries and either of these signs are not supposed to be very compatible adfsdfsd#so since the prompt was good news it wouldnt work 😂#analysis/thoughts
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ari & rem i just saw your requests i hope you know i’m mentally and physically frothing at the mouth
#ohhhhh i’m gonna go feral if you hear snarling and metal rattling it’s me digging my canines into the bars of my enclosure#REM YOURS IS SOOOOOOO. FKN GOOD I LOVE THE CONCEPT??? it’ll help me write emotions/delve into geto’s psyche more so THANK YOU#AND ARI…….. you know what you sent………… TRUST that geto is papa… father… Nurturer Extraordinaire#i could write that Drabble one of two ways and i’m waffling rn on which way just know . I Feel Insane in the Best Way Possible#i’d die 4 both of y’all SMOOCHES :3 it’s midnight rn so i’ll try writing these in the upcoming days!!!!#gonna remind myself that it’s just practice and good writing experience! WOOHOO I’M EXCITED#it’ll be good for me too bc instead of making them full fledged fics i can just make them drabbles!#but also. your ideas. Make Me Insane#me: it’ll be a drabble :3#me: how did this turn into a 100k word fic 😪#ANYWAYS. FANK YEW BOTH I LOVE YOU#personal
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I have had some wonderful Stepdad William Afton suggestions these past few days, as well as a few Ethan Hawke-based ones and even some Blue Eye Samurai requests. You all have me so excited to write more. Thank you lovelies 🥰 I'll be in touch again soon and will be filling requests.
#personal note#there will be a drabble or new story chapter on each day the upcoming two weeks#prepare for more stepdad William Afton#grabber#abijah fowler#art the clown#otis driftwood#and even Stu Macher for all you Lillard lovers
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Sneak Peek-Fix It
Here's just. little sneak peek at my next That '90s Show Drabble. And This one is truly a drabble, short and fluffy with a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in at the end. It's s Red and Kitty with Little Leia requested by anonymous (I wish I could tag the person properly hopefully they're still on here) with the line "Come here, let me fix it." Hope to have it up soon, in the meantime enjoy this little sneak peek:
Fix It-
Red, Kitty, and three-year-old Leia were in the Forman kitchen. Kitty was preparing lunch for the three of them while Leia played with her toy kitchen set, that she and Red had given Leia for her birthday and kept set up at their house where she spent most of her weekday afternoons while her parents were at school or work.
Suddenly Leia began to wail a loud high pitched cry alarming both her grandparents.
Kitty rushed to Leia and Red dropped his newspaper onto the tabletop to do the same.
“Leia, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Kitty asked calmly, already carefully and subtly examining the little girl for any sort of injury.
“Are you okay?” Red asked more urgently.
“Toast is stuck,” Leia explained, lower lip sticking out and eyes watering. She held up the little blue plastic toaster that did in fact seem to have a piece of plastic bread wedged deep inside. To further prove her point to them, Leia shook the toy toaster upside down, yet the second toy inside didn’t budge.
Kitty smiled patiently while Red gave a sigh that may have sounded annoyed, but Kitty could hear the relief in it as well.
“Oh sweetie, you scared your grandpa and I,” Kitty said stroking the top of Leia’s little blonde head. “A broken toaster is no reason to cry like that. You know what they say, don’t cry over spilled milk? Well, the same goes for stuck toast.”
tagging @yenalii @crimsinsky @randomwriter23 @tht70sblog@hydesjackiespuddinpop @sweetdreamr @randomwriter23 and @thatseventiesbitch(I know you didn't like/see previous post but I'm not sure if maybe my posts are getting hidden from you right now and thought you might enjoy this :D)
#that 70s show#that 90s show#red forman#kitty forman#leia forman#red and kitty#red and kitty forman#red and kitty as grandparents#t9s drabbles#upcoming fanfic#my fanfiction#fix it#that ‘90s show#grandpa red#grandma kitty#little leia
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Finally started on the Wolfwood solo drabble. TriMax Wolfwood won, so I'll try and focus on his personal features on this one <3
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