#Drabble outtake

[inkwingsinc]

Darkfluff Outtake #1: bit my gun with my black-gold gums

[ this is a drabble outtake from my ongoing darkfic, still might sneak it into the story somewhere ]

Fandom: Dune

Character Focus: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Female OC (established relationship)

Parent Fic Rating: Explicit (written by an adult, for adults)

Drabble tags: domestic "fluff", brief mention of past child abuse, humorous reference to dismemberment, unedited

Word Count: 592

To combat writer's block and darkfic fatigue I write little "fluffy" scenes using the same characters to freshen things up a bit. This is an unedited barebones sample, just for funsies.

Full Story w/ Context:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54217396/chapters/137290048

Scene: Feyd-Rautha has...an interesting taste in music.

The first time Laera saw him put on music had been the first time he’d engaged with anything cultural that could be considered art. He was fond of moving around; often, he’d pace around his quarters while he read the reports his advisors would bind for him, or he’d take to his pull-up bar, or roll easily to the floor to curl himself into endless, controlled sit-ups. He read voraciously, but the texts were always dry nonfiction. He sharpened his blades. He contorted himself into series of endless stretches, rotated through solo training exercises, and would mutter to himself endlessly. Always moving. Always noisy. Constantly following Laera from room to room, never content to allow her moments to herself.

One morning after breakfast he ordered his attendants to bring in a musician.

The House bard was a small, frightening woman who had entirely blackened eyes and wicked, mangled scars roping over the dome of her pale skull. Her fingers were strange, being completely without fingernails, and she carried an instrument that Laera didn’t have the learning to recognize.

The music of Geidi Prime, Laera soon found out, was horrible.

“What is that, exactly?” Laera asked her warden, cringing at the metallic, shuddering moans the bard coaxed from the strange instrument. The bard wore an odd attachment over one hand, fondled a trio of metal balls, and caressed her other hand overtop with precise, slow movements. Electricity was involved, but Laera was far too disturbed to ask how it worked.

“It’s a hand theremin. Electrical harp,” Feyd-Rautha murmured up at Laera from his post on the floor. He held himself in a horribly rigid plank position, every muscle from his neck to his toes flexed. Beads of sweat gathered in the deep furrows between his shoulder blades and just above the dimples on the small of his narrow back. “Isn’t it lovely?”

Laera struggled not to laugh. “It’s…it’s something, alright. I think the sound is what a spark plug would sound like if it had the ability to scream.”

The bard turned her face to look at Laera sharply for her comment. Laera gave an apologetic shrug.

Feyd-Rautha’s rasping bark of laughter felled him from his plank, and when he hit the floor, he lazily rolled to his back on the cool stones, hard body coiling like a languid snake. He caught one of Laera’s ankles in an idle hand and pulled his foot to his chest, cradling it there. “I was taught to play as a boy. Used to play for the Baron while he bathed.”

Laera pulled her foot back, uncomfortable at mention of the Na-Baron being anywhere near his naked uncle. “Were you any good?” she asked. Good was relative, she guessed. The music still sounded like eerie, haunted-house spookytunes to her unfamiliar ear.

“I was terrible.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Feyd-Rautha rolled to his feet and collapsed on the lounge chair beside Laera, who had abandoned her book to gape at the bard and her alien little instrument. "Sometimes this music is accompanied by singing. Don’t insult my harpist, pet, or I’ll treat you to battle hymns. If you think the melody is bad, just wait until I serenade you.”

Laera snorted, amused. “Battle hymns? I can imagine the lyrics now. I bet Harkonnen lullabies even include references to ritual dismemberment.”

“Only two of them do.”

“I see.”

Unfortunately for Laera, Feyd-Rautha found her distaste for the hand theremin to be amusing. She was treated to many, many renditions of “songs”, for many hours.

She even grew to like a few.

#bmgwmbgg #Dune fanfiction #darkfluff? is that a thing? #Laera Druegelle x Feyd-Rautha #Harkonnen culture? #Drabble outtake #I might still sneak this into the main story but who knows #btw a theremin is a real instrument they're pretty neat

[ghost-bxrd]

Jason opens his mouth to retort when his phone starts ringing.

And not any kind of ringing, no. It’s the fucking Spooky-Scary-Skeletons song.

This is a goddamn nightmare. He should have stayed in bed.

He has exactly two options.

One, not pick up.

Which would be a good option, the best option, if it were anybody else. Because Jason knows the fucker isn’t above trying to ring up the manor itself if he feels slighted.

Two, pick up. And suffer the most awkward birthday congratulations since… well, last year.

Jason glares at each and every curious Bat watching him from the sofa as he excuses himself and heads into the hall, pressing the green button with a long suffering sigh.

“What?”

“It has come to my attention that you have not yet contacted my daughter for your name day well wishes.“

Jason thunks his head against the wall.

“I’m busy.”

“I am aware,” Ra’s says smoothly, and Jason just knows the bastard is stirring his sinfully expensive blend of tea with some golden spoon, “And yet this has not stopped you before.”

“Is there a point to this call?”

“Yes. Do make sure to call my daughter soon. She is being quite insufferable.”

Righteous indignation rises inside Jason like hot coals.

“She isn’t—“

“She has disposed of three potential tutors since this morning,” Ra’s cuts him off, and Jason’s mouth snaps shut, “Yes, I do consider this to be insufferable. And your brother has brought it to my attention that the likely cause of her irritability is your lack of communication.”

“I’m busy.” Jason repeats, but it sounds petulant even to his own ears, “Look, I’ll call her as soon as I get out of here, ok?”

“Make sure that you do. Finding instructors is a difficult enough task without my daughter culling half their numbers before they even stepped across the threshold.”

“Maybe mom wouldn’t have to dispose of them if they were skilled enough to evade her.”

“Oh, some of them were,” Ra’s says drily, “But it proved to be for naught when she decided the your brother’s pets hadn’t had enough sustenance for the day.”

…so, maybe Jason should have called.

— silly little outtake of chpt X of What You’re Longing For (you claim to abhor)

#what you’re longing for you claim to abhor #silly little comedy outtake #I’m almost sad it ended up being to cracky to keep in the story #oof #I just wanted to include good grandpa Ra’s #but suddenly it turned into a sitcom #*sigh* #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin #tim drake #red hood #Damian wayne #fic #fic rec #snippet #Drabble #sneak peek #outtake #ra’s al ghul #talia al ghul #batdad #batbros #bat boys

[mppmaraudergirl]

“i didn’t like the way they were looking at you.”

The "What the f—" that flew out of her mouth was cut off when her back hit the wall behind her. Her anger flared, and all directed at the boy who was to blame—for, well, everything that seemed to have gone wrong lately.

"What is your fucking problem?" she bit out, eyes so cold she was half surprised he—her bloody ex-boyfriend—didn't shiver under her stare when he finally shifted around to look at her.

"I didn't like the way they were looking at you," he said, as if this explanation would be anything close to acceptable.

Lily laughed mirthlessly. "Oh you didn't, did you? Well good thing for you that how people look at me is no longer a concern of yours. So check that right off your daily Hero's Complex To-Do List."

"Lil—"

She dodged his hand as he reached for her. "No. No. Don't you Lil me like you have any right to that name anymore. We're broken up, James. And that was your doing."

Words were fumbling out of his beautiful, stupid mouth, but Lily ignored him and them as she pushed her way past him and out from behind the tapestry. He was going to make her late for Charms, a not altogether unusual occurrence except a week ago it would've been from snogging behind that tapestry.

She glanced behind her shoulder on reflex, the memory of him emerging behind her flushed and tipsy on kisses still so fresh in her mind. He wasn't behind her this time, love-drunk or otherwise, and a part of her thought she'd be better off if she'd face that group of Slytherins instead of pulled behind a tapestry.

At least that sort of pain could be healed with a counterjinx or a trip to the infirmary.

At least that pain wasn't lasting.

#jily fic #drabble #elmo fire gif ANGST #could be a WCSBF outtake honestly

[wordsmithing-and-worldbuilding]

Want to know what Graynard was thinking as he flew away? No? Well you can read it anyway. Only on Wattpad!

Extra Shots: Last Coffee Shop Drabbles, Outtakes, and More - BONUS EPILOGUE: Guys Like Us . . . (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1270945386-extra-shots-last-coffee-shop-drabbles-outtakes-and?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=OneWinterNight&wp_originator=PwdA0e%2BmSW9luECeRgZwtcNbz8%2FSRupJBOud5d511RvNzeJci5wYlkBxuIrNfEfOLhz34fYWw4Hl2mnc07DRXADtIjFC5I3ziP6PxfWdI3PJv%2Fms9ZCGik4IP%2BQvXVzd A collection of shorts featuring the characters and the world from my novel, "The Last Coffee Shop"(read it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/303281417-the-last-coffee-shop ) ~ I might answer all the questions you had (and never had) about THAT ending ~ Characters you never thought about might get to tell their side of the story ~ At least one scholarly publication is a must ~ Stories that will feature a range of characters and themes, but nothing mature/worse than PG13 *Note - this is basically a collection for all my stupid headcanons about my own book. You've been warned

#adventure #afterparty #behindthescenes #characters #coffeeshop #drabble #fairytaleretelling #funny #outtakes #post-apocalyptic #science-fantasy #sequel-ish #shortfic #shorts #songfic #spinoff #thelastcoffeeshop #whatnext #short-story #books #wattpad #amreading

[scarletvisionss]

Wanda hearing Auggie tell her I love you for the first time

(I couldn't get the idea of this out of my mind so i ended up writing a drabble for it.)

Wanda couldn't remember the last time she'd been this exhausted; the early days of Auggie's infancy were mostly a blur, and she knew she'd had some epically bad weeks of all-partying-and-no-sleeping during her worst years of college, but even those didn't compare to the bone-deep tiredness that clung to her entire body and weighed her down like a sack of stones. She hadn't slept in five days. At this point, Wanda was pretty sure she was going to lose her mind and be committed if Auggie didn't let her catch even just an hour or two.

Not that it was Auggie's fault - she'd come down with a terrible ear infection and had spent most of this week screaming her head off, refusing to take her antibiotics without an hour-long tantrum beforehand each time, and weeping miserably into Wanda's chest while tugging at her painful little ears. Wanda had never felt so helpless in her life than when she'd had to fight Auggie into taking her medicine, both of them crying, Auggie using all the vocabulary she had at the ripe age of eighteen months old to beg no, Mama, no no no bad! The bottle of antibiotics claimed it was supposed to taste good. Wanda learned very quickly that that was a big, fat lie. That, or Auggie was just too miserable to care about anything, no matter how Wanda tried to make it seem like fun. (As it turned out, pretending food was an airplane flying into your baby's mouth really did work. Wanda thought that shit only happened in movies.)

Despite the fighting, the medicine seemed to have finally worked: Auggie had settled down this evening, content to curl up into Wanda's lap with a sippy cup of warm milk and her cheek resting over Wanda's heart, but she still would not go to sleep. Wanda had tried everything - lullabies, rocking, nursing (out of desperation only, as she'd been encouraging Auggie's recent loss of interest in breastfeeding), even curling up on the couch and watching the most boring history channel shows she could find in the hopes that the droning narrator would lull Auggie to sleep so Wanda could put her to bed and crawl into her own. No such luck.

Wanda was ready to be committed to that insane asylum pretty much any day now.

"Mama," Auggie mumbled, rubbing her cheek against Wanda's chest. Wanda thought she was finally starting to look tired, though that might be wishful thinking. Auggie sniffled and curled her tiny hands around her warm sippy cup, hugging it to her neck. "Mama..."

Wanda ran her fingers through Auggie's short curls. Every day, Auggie's hair got curlier, and Wanda couldn't figure out where on Earth she inherited it from, since Wanda's family all had mostly straight hair and Vision (it still hurt to think of him, even now), had had straight hair, from what she remembered. Wherever Auggie got it from, Wanda didn't care: she loved those rust-red curls with all of her heart. Even if she knew that it would probably be a pain, someday, to get knots out of them when they were long enough. She loved them too much to care. "What is it, Bunny?" she said, when Auggie didn't say anything else for a minute. Wanda rocked her gently side to side in her arms, hoping that maybe that would convince her to finally drift off.

Auggie sniffled again, and tilted her head back, looking up into Wanda's eyes and smiling sleepily. As always, that smile made Wanda melt inside, and brought out such powerful, maternal, helpless devotion in her that Wanda knew she would do anything for her daughter so she could always be smiling like that. It was part of the reason Wanda hadn't slept in five days: she'd been too worried about Auggie to let herself fall asleep even when Auggie would cry herself into brief naps, too terrified Auggie would somehow get worse or need something and Wanda wouldn't be right there next to her when she woke up sick and miserable.

Auggie reached up and set her hand on Wanda's cheek, giggling when Wanda mimed eating her little fingers. "Mama... my Mama," she said.

Wanda smiled tiredly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "My Auggie," she said back. "My Baby Bunny. Do you know how much I love you? Even though I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep for years, I'd still rather be with you. I love you so much."

Auggie patted Wanda's cheek clumsily. "Mama," she said, blue eyes wide and sweet and earnest. "Mama, love you."

Wanda froze, surprise flashing through her, followed by joy, adoration, and love. She lifted Auggie underneath her arms, raising her up so she was standing on Wanda's thighs. "Did you just tell me you love me?" Wanda said, her voice wavering with tears. "Did you just say your first real sentence, Bunny?"

"Mama, love you," Auggie said again, and stuck her pudgy hand in her mouth to chew on.

Wanda pulled Auggie back to her chest, cradling her close, laughing and crying, so so so so tired and so fiercely in love with everything about her daughter that she fell into weepy sobs before she could help it. "I love you, too, Bunny," she said, kissing those beautiful red curls, rocking her daughter and holding her to her heart. "Mama loves you so, so much. More than you could ever know." More than she could ever dream of conveying to the sweet little girl in her arms; she'd move mountains for this baby, fight a god, take on the world. Did Auggie know that? Wanda hoped, each and every day, that she did. Wanda wanted Auggie to always know that she was loved, and by no one more than her mother. "I love you so much," she whispered. "My tiny, clever, baby... so, so, so, so much."

Auggie ended up falling asleep a half-hour later, and as tired as she was, Wanda held her just a little bit longer. Your baby only told you they loved you for the first time once - Wanda wasn't ready to let the moment go quite yet.

#my fic #ask #answered #wanda (gyms) #auggie #anonymous #i hope you like it <3 #i might potentially do more drabbles and outtakes for this series eventually #give you my sunshine

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

MASTERLIST

~ Lumi, late 20s, she/her ~

~ ALL works are 18+ only, minors DNI ~ Ao3 ~

~ Currently writing for Call of Duty MW2 ~

*******

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

Thots/Drabbles/Musings (Deep-throating || Face-sitting || Sex with Simon)

Situationship-verse (Complete) Summary: What you have is undefined, and you never agreed to commit to each other. And yet…he haunts you. He resides inside you. You don't know where he ends and you begin. What you have may be undefined, and you may have never committed to him, but the day before you met him was the last day you were truly free. OR You enter into a situationship with Simon "Ghost" Riley and forget what your life was like before him. where Simon is both injured and blown || where you cook for Simon but the food’s not all he eats || where Simon makes you come before you have to go || where Simon introduces you to Ghost || where Simon teaches you a lesson || where it begins to end || where Simon grapples with futility || where you both find what was lost || DRABBLES: pissed off || gratitude || Valentine’s Day || somno || first & last

Alford Plea - Chef! Simon Riley x F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue || Outtake

Coworker! Ghost x F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Other Ghost tags Reaper! Ghost - Ghost is Death Himself. Work Rival! Ghost - enemies to enemies who fuck Toxic ex boyfriend Ghost

*******

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

we go where we want to first light || matinal ||

Land Softly - Bed & Breakfast Winter AU Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Other Ghoap tags Wedding crasher Soap - My best friend's wedding AU (kinda) (but Ghoap edition) Amnesia! Ghost - 50 first dates AU (kinda) Ghoap x Reader - PWP Ghoap x Military F! Reader Donner Party AU - Ghoap x F! Reader

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JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH

Thots/Drabbles/Musings (Messy eater || Baby fever || SFW Alphabet )

Entanglement - Soap MacTavish x Medic F! Reader Part 1 || Part 2 || 

Other Soap tags Feral Horny Soap Ghoap x Reader Sugar baby Johnny

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fanfiction #soap fanfiction #mw2 fanfic #mw2 smut #ghost x reader #ghostsoap #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #lumi writes

[burntheedges]

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

back to main masterlist | ao3 | updates blog | about the blog | join the taglist ☁️ - fluff, ✨ - smut (18+), ⚡️ - angst, 🌻 - comfort

SERIES

Maintenance Request | 80k+ words | ONGOING every Friday ☁️✨ Joel x f!reader, summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence - he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him.  There’s no way there could be something more there. Right?

Over Again | 42.6k words | complete ⚡️☁️✨ Joel x f!reader, summary: you fell in love with Joel Miller in Austin, Texas, in 2001, but you thought you lost him and your whole family in 2003 when the world turned upside down. now it's 2024, and you find the surprise of your life waiting for you in Jackson, Wyoming. or, five times you and Joel fell deeper in love, on both sides of the apocalypse (and one time you did something about it)

> Over Again Outtakes & Snippets

Canned Heat (Austin, October, 2001) | 2.4k words ☁️

ONESHOTS

light in the rain | 2.3k words | complete ☁️✨ Joel x f!reader, summary: Sometimes you just need to find a little bit of light in the rain. (moodboard challenge)

hearts | 1.4k words | complete ☁️ Joel x gn!reader, for the prompt: Joel acts like he doesn't care about Valentine's Day, but you know he secretly likes a little fuss. How would you surprise him?

NSFW | 1.5k words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️✨ Joel x f!reader, a gift for Discord, summary: A handsome stranger looks over your shoulder at the worst possible moment.

Dance | 956 words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️ Joel x f!reader, a gift for @kedsandtubesocks, summary: A gorgeous man buys you a drink and asks you to dance.

Glow | 589 words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️ Joel x gn!reader, a gift for @maggiemayhemnj, summary: you’ve had a long day, but you’re lucky – Joel is waiting for you at home.

Tease | 1.6k words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️✨ Joel x f!reader, a gift for @mermaidgirl30, summary: Joel just can’t deal with you in cutoff shorts.

Cake | 1.2k words | part of the Passing Notes collection ☁️ Joel x gn!reader, a gift for @trulybetty, summary: It’s May and you’re on the hunt for a cookie cake for your niece.

DRABBLES

Winter camping with Joel | 230 words | ☁️ Joel x gn!reader

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x gn!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #x reader #bte masterlist joel miller #joel miller smut

[ourlovesdelusions]

the ultimate tayley fics masterlist

decided to compile a list of tayley fics to get you through any paramore droughts! will be updating as more come out.

— long-form fics —

first thing to go by yours truly!

how i met your mother

after laughter by @sparks9793

lsfty: friends or lovers?

the love you want by fthayleywilliams

los angeles by rosesiris2020

tour life

the meaning of flowers

sudden desire

painful reminder

in a rush

paper hearts by panic_switch

patron saint by parameme

magnetic attraction by whycantitibereal

album of the year by tayloryorkyall

white ferrari

— one-shots, two-shots and compilations —

the one with the wedding by yours truly!

oh my love, i lied to you

'tis the damn season

taylor's version

the b-sides

love is not an easy thing to admit by @sparks9793

baby, tell yourself it ain't over yet

i wanna feel his hands go down

love songs for taylor york

lsfty: the prompts

lsfty: the subgramming

lsfty: the outtakes

lsfty: the covers

might've taken thirty years

you can hear it in the silence by @sillygoose375

no use i just love you

what's all at once so crystal clear

oh, i'm falling in love

is it chill that you're in my head

i never needed to by @itstayloryorkyall

waking up in vegas

why we ever

running out of time

words

the grammys

prom

crystal clear

little trouble

off day by anonymous

gasoline by laughterafter21

i'll take care of you by thenewchicken

the grammys

too far to go back now

winter movie day

soulmates

play me something by carpoolkids

revisiting the past by yelyahtaylor

smells like christmas

too good at fighting chemicals by gabreslas

tayley drabbles by @yaylortorkyall

good grief by @dykelyah

her's

what? by mariposa_13

hate mine, but love yours by @nvrcominghome

never felt this sensation

whatever happens, happens

hear me out

new beginnings by panic_switch

with open mouth by @ao3usermelancholyhues

reassemble it

threnody by tog

inevitability by camseydavis

birthdays by shan_shan_shaniali

in the middle of the night

jealous business

2 a.m. conversation with a bartender

watching listen to your heart

looks better on you by whoatemycupcakes

#tayley #hayley williams #taylor york #paramore #hayley williams and taylor york #ao3 fanfic #wattpad fanfic #paramore fanfic #fanfiction #ao3

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania

A few housekeeping notes.

2024 marks ten years since I started posting fanfiction and I've always wanted to mark an anniversary with something kinda fun. My original plan for this insane idea was to feature two of my completed fanfiction works per month and open my inbox to questions/discussions/headcanons, and yes prompts for outtakes and future takes, what have you for those particular stories. I have 12 completed multichapter fics that were not written as gifts for someone, and I fully intended to feature one of those per month plus a one shot or group of drabbles.

Obviously, I've fallen behind on that, mainly because I took on a little too much in the month of December (which is definitely one of my worst flaws so hahaha Hubris), but also because the response to the first featured fic, Wrapped in Red, was overwhelmingly larger than what I expected. Which... I absolutely love and cannot express how flattered I am that you all took such an interest.

So. I still have four prompts for Wrapped in Red in my inbox, and I fully intend to write them. So if you haven't seen yours yet, it's on my To Do list.

I wanted to wait until I'd written all of them before I feature another fic, but honestly... we could be waiting awhile for that. Instead, I'm going to go ahead and post what should have been the second December '23 featured fic, and in a few days, I'll post the first of the January ones and continue at an accelerated rate until I'm back on track. Since I don't anticipate nearly the same kind of response for most of my other stories, hopefully I'll still be able to catch up.

Thanks everyone for your patience, your understanding, and also for your love for my stories.

<3 kdnfb

#ten years of fanfiction mania #katnissdoesnotfollowback #is it the capricorn or the bipolar in me thatmakes me take on too much? #lmao #also otters

[noosayog]

HAIKYUU!!

kageyama tobio

9:12 PM (fluff)

baby fever - tobio edition (fluff)

same bed trope (fluff)

sawamura daichi

parking ticket (fluff)

iwaizumi hajime

1:35 AM (fluff)

first kiss with Iwa (fluff)

baby fever - iwaizumi edition (aka 6:36 PM , fluff)

it's always been you (series of drabbles, royal au, angst to fluff)

oikawa toru

exactly where you wanted me (angst to fluff)

call my name (fluff, EWYWM outtake)

and yet, it's you (fluff, for @/shibaraki's komorebi collab)

ushijima wakatoshi

warm winter (fluff, for @/meloomi's Four Seasons Collab!)

baby fever - ushijima edition (fluff)

kuroo testsuro

how a loser dates (fluff)

miya atsumu

cold feet (angst to fluff)

jealousy (angst)

surprising Atsumu with a new tattoo (fluff)

movie night (fluff)

distracted (fluff)

in your dreams (angst to fluff)

not just nostalgia (angst to fluff)

baby fever - atsumu edition (fluff, suggestive)

baby fever pt 2 (fluff, smut)

university au, enemies to lovers (series of drabbles, angst to fluff)

my first task (fluff, dad! atsumu)

10:54 am (fluff i guess)

miya osamu

liar liar (fluff)

and there was only one bed! (fluff)

reciprocity (angst to fluff)

baby fever - osamu edition (fluff, suggestive)

a little less lonely with you (fluff)

suna rintaro

said enough (angst to fluff)

the agreement (series of drabbles, angst to fluff)

2:45pm (angst)

kita shinsuke

hate that you know me (fluff)

wedding season (fluff)

hirugami sachiro

7:28 AM (fluff)

sakusa kiyoomi

one night stand with your best friend (series of drabbles, angst to fluff)

8:49 PM (fluff)

baby fever - kiyoomi edition (fluff, suggestive)

#noos writes

[inkwingsinc]

Darkfluff Outtake #2: bit my gun with my black-gold gums

[ this is a drabble outtake from my ongoing darkfic, still might sneak it into the story somewhere ]

Darkfluff Outtake #1 Link Here

Fandom: Dune

Character Focus: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Female OC (established relationship) x Female OC (handmaiden to other female OC)

Parent Fic Rating: Explicit (written by an adult, for adults)

Drabble tags: domestic "fluff", inappropriate family dynamics, "my wife and her girlfriend" kinda vibes, unedited

Word Count: 504

To combat writer's block and darkfic fatigue I write little "fluffy" scenes using the same characters to freshen things up a bit. This is an unedited barebones sample, just for funsies.

Full Story w/ Context:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54217396/chapters/137290048

Scene: Feyd-Rautha doesn't have qualms exposing himself to his (or his lady's) handmaidens

Laera was sprawled on the low lounge chair in the Na-Baron’s antechamber when he sauntered in from the bathroom, fresh from the tub and still dripping. Raya had laid her head in Laera’s lap and was enjoying Laera’s soft, idle strokes against the smooth skin of her skull; it was comforting to both women to be physically close, and with Laera’s attention still fixed on the open book propped on the chair’s arm, Raya was free to gaze up at her Mistress in lazy adoration. Her black dress spilled like silky oil around her legs, the hem hiked indecorously to her thighs and fluttering sideways to the stone floor. The fireplace behind them was unlit, and the glowglobe had been called to aid in Laera’s reading.

The cut of light made Feyd-Rautha look obscene, shadows casting in the furrows beneath carved muscle and highlighting his warrior’s body. His wet, naked warrior’s body.

Laera looked up and said with a gasp, “Absolutely not! Put something on, please,” she cried, slapping down one quick hand over Raya’s pretty black eyes. “There’s no need to offend my handmaiden.”

Raya, cheekily enjoying the claim of her Mistress’s touch, smiled a wide, black smile and wriggled happily.

Feyd-Rautha rolled to a stop before the lounge and dripped absently all over the floor. “You’d tell me how to conduct myself when in my private apartments?” he asked. His expression was hard, but the amusement in his rumbling voice gave him away. He clicked his tongue. “Rude. Little Raya would be so lucky to see my cock. Wouldn’t you, sweetling?”

“That is your niece you’re speaking too, for Great Mother’s sake,” Laera bit out. She batted away Raya’s small hand when it raised to her face, presumably to push away Laera’s hiding hand. Naughty little thing, Laera thought fondly.

Feyd-Rautha cocked his head. “Your pet bastard girl is no niece of mine. I assume your prudishness is leftover sensibilities from Caladan. They do things different there, don’t they? I bet your nighttime kisses to your brother were so boringly chaste, Lady Druegelle.”

The thought of kissing Walden with anything other than simple familial affection made Laera blanche. “Whatever Geidi Prime has done to you is poison, Feyd-Rautha. Come on—you’re a fighter, not a lover. Go put on some pants and find a blade to hold.”

His laughter was sudden and chest-deep, and Laera found herself smiling at the sound despite herself. “You’re a delight,” he purred. He moved to step closer, but Laera pointed back to the bathroom with a cocked brow.

“Have some decorum in front of Raya, seriously. She’s only a girl.”

“That is a grown woman you’re cradling in your lap, Laera.”

Laera rolled her eyes. “She’s a baby. She’s, what, a decade younger than me? Come on.”

Feyd-Rautha gave a long-suffering sigh, the sound a performative, mocking gesture. “If I put away my cock will you let me trade places with your little pet? I’ll send her to go soak and you can stroke me instead.”

#bmgwmbgg #Dune fanfiction #darkfluff I call it it is now a thing #Laera Druegelle x Feyd-Rautha #ok but there's this intensely troubled woman and you're her handmaiden. And she's kinda thick and bad ngl #of course Raya is obsessed with her #OC Raya mention #Drabble outtake #There is a good chance this will make it into the story somewhere #spoiler? is this a spoiler? #Midjourney #I literally could not get Midjourney to give Laera her proper skin tone. Ugh.

[odessa-castle]

First off, I adore NLTS and cannot wait for part 2!! You capture the complicated dynamics between the different characters so well. I have a few prompt ideas for you in the meantime:

Astarion teaches (or attempts to teach) Wyll to sew because I need some wyllstarion softness after The Agonies of the last few chapters

Astarion and Dalyria caring for each other (but also pretending not to care) (but also caring for each other)

Something from Cazador's POV (maybe him watching/obsessing/spiraling over Astarion?)

Wyll having a brief run-in with Cazador at a fancy party (of course, not realizing who Cazador is at the time)

Do with these what you will! Pick your favorite, or follow wherever inspiration leads you.

I am frothing at the mouth for part 2, but please take all the time you need to rest! I know the wait will be worth it. <3

Thanks so much, anon! And I hope you enjoy Astarion teaching Wyll how to sew.

I decided to post these on AO3 instead of tumblr so they'll be a bit easier for me and others to find in the future -- you can find all my outtakes, drabbles, and short fics for Nothing Like the Sun under The NTLS Quartos. (Yes, I'm a nerd.)

And I'm glad you don't mind the wait for Part Two! The interlude should be coming along within the week, I hope, and Part Two proper shouldn't be too far behind.

#the ask and the answer #Anonymous #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllstarion #bloodpact #wyll ravengard #astarion #fic #nothing like the sun

[daze4all]

Marastruck! A Yandere Jing Yuan Series Idea Outline on Ao3

Ranges from yandere, fluff to angst with some humor hijinks & outtakes. Like if like to see~

Jing Yuan battling the mara within as all shall age and come to pass.

For a slow descent into madness is the most insidious of all

Weaving a translucent web, you are caught in claws of erudition.

We live laugh and love only to lose each other in the end.

Long lived reader cursed to love short lived men.

That shall not come to pass as long as I am here- Jing Yuan

Drabble Fluff: Tease Me 3 Times till You tell the Truth: Jingyuan x Tsundere Reader

The general’s flawless plan over many years:

Step 1. Surprise kisses his crush.

Step 2. Tempts her to take a break & Cuddle with Mimi (his lion) & Him

Step 3. Draws up a marriage contract to marry my childhood friends & become lovers. (Slightly Yandere)

2. Fluff & Angst: Take Me Away from My Tragedies - Long Lived Reader. Past Blade/Yingxing x Reader & now Present! Jing Yuan x Reader - Arranged political marriage for loufu's reputation & stability after chaos of abundance war - But Jing Yuan loves the reader who is reluctant to fall in love again.

Gamble at Go: NSFW? Reader Attempts & Fails to break engagement

3. Dark Yandere & Angst: Not even Death Shall We Part* Mara Struck Jing Yuan x Reader. - “Let the records say this was a love story, not a tragedy.” - Lover’s suicide.

Extra optional lore on Reader:

Childhood friend to Jing yuan,

Preceptor or a Judge of the ten commissions,

Dan Feng Twin Sister Series.

OC based on Dusk from Arknights but this time Dan Feng sister or/and twin as they be twinning and think what she might looks like

or Ninguang-inspired OC cuz she is so buisness savvy but up to the reader, honestly, just where the inspiration branched off.

#male yandere x reader #honkai star rail #hsr blade #yandere imagines #honkai star rail imagines #imbibitor lunae #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail x reader #yandere jing yuan #blade honkai star rail #male yandere #marastruck jing yuan #young jing yuan #honkai star rail oc #high cloud quintet #dan heng il

[fayes-fics]

Bahaha imagine reader in Moments watching high Benedict for the first time🤣

Moments: A High Moment

Moments Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict says some interesting things while high.

Warnings: none… just fluff

Word Count: 0.5k

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Well after saying I wouldn’t be writing any celebration drabbles… look what you made me do!! This thought was too cute/fluffy/fun not to write down. I was planning some Moments-verse one-shots, but this wasn’t one of them haha. This outtake would be set somewhere between chapters 8 & 9 of Moments, when the Darbys are sojourning at Aubrey Hall. (ie they all know James is Benedict’s son, but it’s before reader and Benedict get together). Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“Jamesssss, can you see? So many colours lookkkkk,” Benedict slurs with a happy grin, his eye pressed against an empty crystal glass as you all await dinner service.

James picks up his glass and smushes it against his face. “I see! I seeeee!” he enthuses.

The fact he has his little 5-year-old eye closed makes it more adorable somehow, not quite cottoning on, but loving the attention from his favourite person.

You turn pointedly to Colin. “He was fine before you went to see him; what happened?” You quiz quietly.

“This,” Colin gestures at Benedict, who is now staring at the ceiling with a frown, “is NOT my fault. I merely offered a small elixir. I did not suggest he drain my supply. If anything, I should be the indignant one, I have nothing left!” he argues. You just raise an eyebrow.

“Benedict, I can see mummy in my glass!” James exclaims, giggling, turning towards you, looking through the bottom of the glass at you. You smile indulgently at him and pull a funny face that makes him laugh more.

“Alas, James, I cannot in mine!” Benedict pouts in response, “you must have a very special glass. Can I borrow it?”

James happily stands up on his chair and passes it over.

“Oh yes!! I see her now,” Benedict says happily, fixing the glass in your direction, “she is so very pretty, isn’t she, James?”

The table goes quiet, and you blush.

“Mummy is very pretty,” James concurs, oblivious to the audience the pair now have. “She says I’m handsome too.”

“Of course you are!” Benedict cries in agreement.

“Yes, she told me my daddy was the most beautiful man she ever saw, and she couldn’t help but create me with him.” James babbles on, playing with his fork idly. You wish the floor would swallow you up as you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

“Well, I think you are the most beautiful creature ever created,” Benedict declares, dropping his fist to the table as if to emphasise his point. “So your mummy is very wise. She is wise and pretty and lovely. So very lovely.”

You stare at him as he lowers the glass from his face, lips parted, heart pounding at his words.

“She is also very naughty cos she stole my heart many years ago and never gave it back,” Benedict says in a stage whisper to James, behind his hand, “but shhhhh, that part is a secret!”

Your stomach flips and butterflies roar to life in your rib cage—something breathtaking and bittersweet all at once.

“I won’t tell her,” James whispers back loudly with a conspiratorial wink.

They both turn to you and grin innocently, humming a nonchalant tune. Everyone at the table seems to chuckle, and quiet conversation resumes, no doubt about what they just witnessed.

After a few moments of thought, you turn to Colin and say quietly. “Are you sure there is none left?”

He smiles enigmatically and asks why.

“No reason,” you say quickly, your cheeks blushing yet again.

At that point, Benedict tips off his chair, James gets the hiccups from laughing so hard, and the moment is gone.

Benedict taglst: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat Moments only taglist: @queenofshinigamis @khaleesjj @starslibrary @magical-spit @honeylovemoon @justwant2read8421

#benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #800 followers celebration #faye answers #ask games

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (28)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 /

Created: March 14th, 2024

Last Checked:—-

Study Break-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss stumbles into the apartment she shares with Peeta after pulling an all-nighter and finds someone has decided to take a nap in her bed. Sweetest Dreams-Cutelily05 (ao3) Summary: Katniss, a budding photographer gets a chance to work at the wildlife channel alongside wildlife channel presenter, Peeta Mellark . Does she have a choice of getting a shot of his heart too? The Act of Staying Alive-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Haymitch's journey between the 50th and 74th Games. The Arrangement-Cutelily05 (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen, a girl from the Capitol Home is sent to Panem to marry former Marine officer Peeta Mellark as an arranged wife. Peeta is blind and has a prosthetic leg and Katniss' feelings are a mess after failed relationships. Will they acknowledge their feelings or drift apart forever? Sort of AU.*Rewriting in process* The Brightest Timeline-Brown_Eyed_Devil (ao3) Summary: Peeta is rescued from the Capitol and brought to District 13 without having been hijacked. Katniss and Peeta reunite. You know the drill. The Communicator-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures. Katniss reaches out for help from an unusual source but can she trust the blue eyed con-man that shows up at her door? Someone's life may depend on it. The Cure for What Ails You-AnotherSongAnotherMile (ao3) Summary: The arena didn't kill him. Only the desolation of his life could do that. The First Day of the Rest of Your Life-Annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: Peeta’s parents have arranged for him to marry into the Cartwright family, but the day does not go as planned. Short, in Panem AU. The Fixer (An Outtake from the Picture)- Burkygirl (ao3) Summary: Ry Mellark had gotten his boneheaded brother together with his girlfriend in the first place. He could do it again. The Gig-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Third outtake on the Universe of 'Are Those for Me?' By BellaGracie. Longer than my other outtakes, cannot be considered a drabble, but a one shot. We find out a little about Peeta's past, and the root to his homelessness. We also see what how he got "the gig" that paid him so much cash.

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

[priceof-freedom]

Drabble: With certainty (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x F!Reader (Top Gun: Maverick)

Warnings: None, pure fluff

A/N: This can be read as a standalone, but it was intended to be part of the universe of all my other Bob fics. You can read them here: “Of gym buddies and overlapping schedules”, “In khaki and nothing more”, and a short smutty drabble.

I’m enjoying writing blurbs and drabbles! Send me some questions or prompts if there’s something you’d like to read and I can definitely try it out!

TOP GUN: MAVERICK MASTERLIST // MAIN MASTERLIST

It should come as no surprise that Bob was good in almost anything that he does. His quiet certainty was often veiled under the nervous exterior, making him look like a fumbling fool. Those close to him knew he was no fool. Once you were able to go beyond that outer layer, you encountered a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His focused mind and steady hands made him a good weapons systems officer, and it apparently made him a good cook too.

Your initial offer was to have him over at your place and prepare a meal for him. However, the man insisted that he help. And if you ever tried to change the mind of Lt. Floyd when he had decided on something, you’d know that resistance is futile.

“Taking care of a lady includes knowing how to cook, ma’am,” he explained. “That’s what my momma always said.”

If you could have literally melted into a puddle right then and there, you would have.

That’s how you found yourself alongside him in your kitchen, both busy with preparing your dinner. He had volunteered to take care of the pasta, while you did the roast chicken.

The whole affair was a riot of laughs and conversation. Just like all the times you spent together in the gym talking about anything and everything, nothing changed. Sometimes, it was difficult to fathom that you had known him for only a short while.

There was also the matter of the lingering tension enveloping the two of you, the undeniable attraction and desire that you both knew was there. He did call this a date, so you wouldn’t be too far off the mark to think there was something there, right?

“Here,” he said, pulling you out of your reverie. “Taste this.” He was holding out a wooden spoon in your direction, a bit of sauce on it for you to taste.

The moment the sauce hit your tastebuds, you couldn’t help but moan. “Oh my god.”

He flushed a little pink at the sound of your moan, and it looked adorable. “Good?”

“If the whole pilot thing doesn't work out, you can definitely do this.” Bob laughed heartily and smiled gratefully at you, making your heart swell.

After a beat, he called your attention again. “Oh sorry, you uh— you still have some sauce on your face.”

Your hands flew up and wiped blindly at your cheeks. “Did I get it?”

“Let me.”

Dropping the spoon on the counter, he reached up and carefully cradled your face in both his hands, bringing you closer to him. His right thumb softly swiped at the corner of your lip, removing what was left of the delicious sauce. He licked his thumb clean, but his left hand remained where it was. The whole time, you held your breath. The feeling of his hands on your skin sent tingles down your spine. 

Neither you nor him made any move to back away. His steel blue eyes were locked on yours, but it momentarily flickered to your lips. You bit your lip in response, also glancing at his own slightly parted ones. When you looked back up at him, he had a searching look in his eyes, as though he was asking permission. Before you could think too much of it, you gave him a small nod.

He smiled again and bent down to close the gap.

You learned that Bob did almost everything with certainty, be it handling dangerous weapons, cooking delicious meals, or kissing you breathless. And he was damn good at the last one.

Check out the other stories in this universe:

A one-shot featuring Bob and Doc!Reader, plus the follow-up smutty outtake

A smutty drabble on Bob being called “lieutenant”

A one-shot featuring Rooster and Penny’s niece

A drabble set right before Rooster and Niece!Reader have their date

My ask box is open for prompts for headcanons/blurbs/drabbles!

Currently, I do not run taglists. I might in the future. :)

#robert floyd #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #fanfic #drabble