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blackterrae · 6 months
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BIPOC, Latina(x), & Hispanic tag-list Pt.4 (remastered)
@punani @shereadsandwritesformelanin @imgoldielikehawn @dcuimagines @bankcease @side-shawty @marwritesgood @mythiccheroacademia @cocoacinna @animedaydreamer @freddiefcknmercury @forthecoloredgirl @ablackfangirlwrites @desiraypark @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @mareethequeen @lotusss-flowerbomb @dylansbum @sapphirescrolls @bakarilennox @chaneajoyyy @sheabuttahwrites @tolkienblackgirl @stardustedangel @ufwshawtyy @mauvecherie-writes @miyuhpapayuh @henneseyhoe @lovrre @sinning-23 @spideryves @thebearer @stxrkiss @tokyosk @harlowsbby @slashisms @slasherscream @ttheriddlerr @vulcanupthatbitch @suekeyyyy @vampireimiko @grandslamkingston-archive @555sage @kyleoreillylover @blueaetherr @vampiremillk @v-era-18 @rimaiahwrites @inklore
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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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BLACK PANTHER WRITERS WHO (AND THEIR PAGE) ARE STILL ACTIVE (PART 1)
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***IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE HIT MY LINE SO I CAN ADD YOU!!!***
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berberriescorner · 2 years
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Fanfic WIP Game
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
Tagging: @lemmewritesomeish @afriendlyblackhottie @brattyfics @breanime @sheabuttahwrites @desiraypark @sunshine-flower and any/all mutuals that would like to participate💜.
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Note: Some snippets may be shorter than others. Also some titles are subject to change once the stories are completed and ready for posting.
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WIP Titles:
Updated: 11/18/22
“Disastrous Deception: Part Four”- Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).
"Nobody's Gonna Know" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black!Reader.
“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.
“Peaked Interest” - Jay Halstead x Black Reader x Kevin Atwater.
“Feeling Flustered” - EZ Reyes x Black Reader.
“Loud And Wrong” - Kevin Atwater x Black Reader.
“All That Mouth” - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.
“Love Can Heal You” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
“Are You Listening?” - Rio x Black Reader.
“You Wear It Well” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
“When We Play” - (could be Chris Evans, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, or Ransom Drysdale. Haven’t decided yet😏) x Black Reader.
"The Way You Move" (Song Series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.
“When You Come Around” - Chapter: “Restroom Occupied” - Dave East x Black!OC (Amina) x Kofi Siriboe.
“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).
“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Love Drought” - Odell Beckham Jr. x Black!OC (Aundraya A.K.A ‘Draya’).
"My Sweet Empath" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Black Reader.
“Disastrous Deception: Part Five” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Aliyah).
“Get Your Act Together” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.
"Greatest Treasure" - Rio x Black Reader.
“Tell Me How You Feel” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader x Rio.
“Do Not Disturb” - Angel Reyes x Black!OC (Nicole).
“Want It, Need It” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader.
“Late Night Flights” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
“Here We Go: Part Two” - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
“Mini Mediators” (part 3? Or a random drabble) - Pablo Schreiber x Black Reader.
Untitled Daily Struggles #2 - Chris Evans OR Pablo Schreiber (TBD) x Black Reader.
Untitled Daily Struggles #3 - Rio x Black Reader.
Untitled Ray Merrimen Drabble - Ray Merrimen (Pablo Schreiber) x Black Reader.
“Wedding Planning” (part of the Daily Struggles Series) - Chris Evans x Black Reader.
Bonus: If you ask for a bonus, I’ll list a few quotes that are written throughout parts 4,5, and 6 of “Disastrous Deception.”
Titles that are crossed out have already been selected and posted. If you would like to read them they can be found here under the category “snippets.”
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Saw @drabbles-mc doing this and wanted to give it a try as well 😃. You guys should definitely head over to her page and send her an ask about her WIP’s, she’s such an amazing writer!
Divider credit: @firefly-graphics
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xxindiglow · 2 years
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🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better🌙🌺🍃
🥺🥰 This is so sweet. Thank you for sending this to me and of course I'm giving the love right back. 💜
@vivalabelle @chezamanda @godswallowing @desiraypark @knights-of-the-glittery-table @leydhawk @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @six2vii @iterum-incipi @lalahbug
If you're reading this please know that you are loved and appreciated. 💜
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direnightshade · 1 year
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This or That
Thanks so much for the tag, @daydreamsofthrawn! <3
coffee or tea • canon or fanfiction • batman or superman • hot or cold • meadows or forests • lakes or the sea • water w/ ice or water w/ no ice • baths or showers • black or white • soup or salad • gold or silver • jewelry or no jewelry • money or power • kindness or respect • apples or oranges • flowers or succulents • digital notes or handwritten notes • science or history • ancient Greece or ancient Rome • jeans or sweats
Tagging: @sacklerscumrag @mariesackler @xxcatrenxx @desiraypark @leatherboundbirate @burningdownthedark @starlightsearches @holacherrycola90 & anyone else who may be interested.
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adcuthirsttweets · 3 years
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It would be so nice if Clyde Logan would churn my guts like butter one day, but first, I want to feed him a plate of fried apples, crispy bacon, biscuits, and scrambled eggs. Send tweet.
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Nothin' better than wakin' up to'a hearty breakfast and a beautiful woman.
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quiteanabyss · 3 years
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Hello Love! Good morning, Happy Holidays, all that good stuff! Do you have any HCs for the boys buying pets for their partner for Christmas? Who would/wouldn't, what kind of animals would they get, things like that 🥰
Hi Desi!  Thank you for your request, and what a cute one!
As we all know, a pet is for life, and not just for Christmas.  So we’ll assume this has been discussed and pre-agreed.
Pets with ... Adam Sackler, Charlie Barber, and Paterson
TW: The second one has references to Daddy Kink.  The third one contains references to fertility issues.
Adam Sackler
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You always had pets growing up, but the Brooklyn apartment you and Adam share is roughly the size of a shoebox, so a larger pet is out of the question
One afternoon a few days before Christmas you drag him to the pet store, with the intention of not coming home until you’ve chosen something.  After an hour of wandering around, you’ve almost given up, when you hear one of the employees yell “Ow!  Fucker!” and jerk their hand out of a small cage, with a small, furry creature attached to it.
It’s a hamster, and it looks just like the one you had when you were growing up.  
Adam doesn’t look convinced, but after you whisper in his ear exactly how you plan to show him your gratitude, he buys you the little fluffball, and spends a small fortune on various accessories.
You name her Nibbles.  She lives up to her name by attacking you every time you put your hand in her cage.
Adam calls her Nipples, and pretends to mishear you each time you correct him.
After the third time you both look up mid-fuck to find her holding onto the bars of her cage and staring intently at you, Adam insists that you cover the cage before sex can commence.
You tell him he’s being a prude.
He tells you you chose a hamster who’s a pervert, and she’s a furry little freeloader who contributes nothing to the household.
But he’s also the one who spends an entire day tearing the apartment to pieces when she gets out of her cage, finally finding her cowering behind the refrigerator.
“Fuckin’ asshole,” he growls, depositing her gently back in her home.  “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he tells her, as he makes sure the cage door is tightly fastened.  And then he gives her a couple of treats.
When you get home and ask why the apartment is in such a state, Adam feigns complete ignorance about the matter.
This is between him and Nipples.
Charlie Barber
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Henry gets to choose the name, which is how you end up with a black and white female rabbit named Batman.
Although you and Henry had done plenty of research on keeping an indoor rabbit, you weren’t prepared for quite how destructive Batman turns out to be.
Charlie keeps right out of it at first.  He doesn’t not like animals, but he didn’t grow up with pets, so he doesn’t really quite get the point of having an animal in the house.
He does get involved, however, when she chews through his laptop cable.
Henry is at a friend’s house for the night, which is fortunate, because he would have learned a lot of choice new vocabulary.
You can guess what happened from the ranting coming from the other room, so you sit and wait until Charlie appears with his mangled cable in one hand, and an unrepentant baby rabbit kicking and flailing in the other.
“Your furry child is misbehaving again,” says Charlie, handing her to you.  She immediately climbs up your chest, and burrows her face under your chin.
“Poor thing,” you say in a sing-song voice to Batman, stroking her soothingly, and glaring at Charlie.  “Is daddy being mean to you?”
Charlie’s nostrils flare, but he just throws himself down onto the far end of the sofa in a huff, and orders himself a new cable from the Apple website.  He then sends you a series of messages, which all turn out to be links to recipes for rabbit on Pinterest.
“Daddy is a bad, bad man,” you murmur to sweet, innocent Batman, who has never done anything wrong in her life.  And who is now sleeping on your chest like a little baby angel.  “All this fuss over a silly little cable.”
You don’t look at Charlie at all.  But you can feel his gaze on you, and you know from previous experience just how dark his eyes will be right now.  
He hates that you’re ignoring him, and being a bit of a brat.
As soon as you put yours and Henry’s pet away for the night, your man is going to show you just how bad he is.
You smile.  
Paterson
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There’s a fish tank in the waiting room at the clinic.  Every time you go for an appointment, Pat notices that you make a point of situating yourself near to it.  And rather than reaching for one of the months-old magazines provided, you sit and stare at the brightly coloured fish inside, your eyes following them as you track their movements with a little smile on your face.
“They’re so pretty,” you tell him, when he asks you about it.  “I like watching them.  It makes me feel calm, before we go in.”
The two of you sit side by side in that waiting room month after month, then year after year, watching the fish swim round and round in the tank.
Until finally, right before Thanksgiving, you hear the news it feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for.
After only a few days of relief and happiness, the worry starts to set in.  Like a tap dripping slowly into a stoppered sink, it fills you up slowly but gradually.  After so much struggle and heartache, this all feels too easy.  What if something happens?  What if something goes wrong?  What if what if what if -?
A month passes, and Christmas is approaching fast.  You decorate the house over a period of three days, in between bouts of exhaustion and nausea that are, at least, symptoms that everything is proceeding safely and normally.  Well, you hope they are.
At the end of the third day, you put the star on the top of the tree together with Pat, and then stand back to admire your handiwork.  “It looks beautiful, honey,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind.  One hand strays to your stomach, where all of your collective hopes and dreams seem to currently reside.
This time next year ... you think.  And then stop yourself.  It’s all just too good to be true.
You burst into tears, and it takes Pat hours to console you.
The next day on his bus route, he doesn’t take his notebook out of his bag at all.  Instead, he thinks about you.  How anxious you are.  It can’t be good for you, or the baby.  He wishes he could be home with you all the time, but there’s plenty of overtime available at the moment, and you need all the money you can get. 
If only there was something he could do to help you calm down, he thinks.
Wait - 
The idea strikes him as he pulls in to the bus depot at the end of his shift.  That night he sits at the kitchen table long after you’ve gone to bed exhausted, figuring out a budget.  And on Saturday morning, while you are still sleeping, he creeps out of the house, and drives to the big pet superstore that just opened up on the other side of town.
By the time you wake up, he’s moved the furniture in the living room around to accommodate the new arrivals, and they are settling into their new home nicely.
“Morning,” you say, shuffling into the living room, still wiping sleep out of your eyes.  You rise up on your toes to kiss him, and lean into his embrace for a while, before stepping back, and looking around the room.
Your eyes immediately alight on the plant-filled tank he’s installed.  It’s quite compact, but has plenty enough space for the tiny, iridescent fish who now inhabit it.
“What’s this?” you breathe, both delighted and confused.  It isn’t quite the question you meant to ask.  You know what it is.  But you aren’t sure why.
But Pat understands.  He always understands.  “You’ve been feeling so stressed and worried lately, honey.  So I thought this might help you to feel calm, when I’m not here to make you feel better.”  He got it completely right, like he always does.  But he’s still looking at you with a nervous uncertainty that makes your heart melt.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a thoughtful man,” you whisper around the lump in your throat, welling up again for the millionth time this week.  But this time you aren’t sad, or worried, or feeling particularly hormonal.  Just incredibly, unbelievably happy.  And so, so lucky.  
Eventually, you sit down on the couch together.  
You can’t stop staring at the pretty fish.  And Pat can’t stop staring at you.
The way your eyes follow them as you track their movements.  And the wide, wide smile on your face.
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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years
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Ooh this just made my heart race 🥺 from the writing prompt list: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath. For whoever 🥺
HOLY MOLY I AM SO SORRY THAT TOOK ME ALL DAY. I HAVE BEEN SO FUCKIN’ BUSY JEEZ. 
i put together a little oneshot with our dearly beloved lumberjack my babe. i really hope you like it! 
(also this doesn’t mean requests are open, but if i like the prompt i will write something about it.) 
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Warnings: FLUFF OUT THE ASSHOLE, mentions of war, slight depression, and a tiny bit of angst, violence (in the form of self-defense, well kind of) 
Laughter filled the modest three-bedroom home you shared with Flip. Fingers twirled around a ridiculously long phone cord as you chatted with your long-distance girlfriend, Katie. It was nice to finally be able to relax in the empty house you both had shared for the five years you’d been married. And almost two years since Flip had been sent away to the war. 
You tried to busy yourself with work as a night shift nurse, taking every possible spot you could to stay out of the house. It was too hard to be there when he wasn’t. His scent of cigarettes and pine soap disappeared months ago, and it left you empty inside. 
Sure you both wrote the occasional letter when he was able to send them over. And you gathered care package goods to ship over so he’d still feel like he was home, or so you’d imagined he would when he opened the items. Everything was just… different. You hated to admit it, but it was difficult to function without your handsome man at your side. 
He was your protector, your love, your everything. Your other half of your soul was thousands of miles away, fighting in a war he never asked to be in. The existential dread fell over you whenever you laid down to shut your eyes. You didn’t even speak it out loud, because you believed in karma, and only thought the best you could when it came to those dark moments thinking about his safety. 
You pleaded with whatever entity that he’d come home safe and in one whole piece. That he would make it out of there unscathed and never have to go back. You cried and cried over the time lost between the both of you. Bargaining that if he came back, you’d finally start that family you and he had been talking about for several years. You’d vow to spend way more than just a few hours each night together, cut down on work, and all the other larger than life assurances you would whisper into the darkness. Pleading all of this into the night for his perfect face to hold again, to kiss and taste. 
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Today, though, was a different kind of day. You woke up out of your king-sized bed to the streams of gorgeous morning light shining through the window. For the first time in what felt like years, you smiled and stretched your limbs. Crawling out of bed you hurried to put on your furriest robe and comb your hair. Then meandered downstairs to your kitchen to make some fresh coffee. It was your day off from a long 60+ hour week and you needed the rest more than you could fathom. 
Your plans were simple. Shower, start some laundry, make a grocery list, sit and read, and possibly call your mother if you had the time. You sat to enjoy your morning Joe and read the daily paper, making sure to do the crossword puzzle just as you did every morning.
During your fourth sip of sweet caffeine, a phone call came in. You answered and immediately beamed at your long time pal who sang your name over the phone. The laughter ensued and you found yourselves talking for nearly an hour or more if you’d bothered to look at the time. And now here you were giggling like a schoolgirl with her totally oblivious to the taxi that had parked in front of your home. 
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You jumped as you heard the front door creak open. 
“Hold on, Katie,” you placed the phone on the counter, grabbing the sharpest knife from the block next to the stove. Ready to attack this intruder who seemingly broke the lock on your front door. A thud reverberated through the living room followed by what sounded like boots. 
“H-hello?” you asked the lumbering faceless figure in your foyer. “Don’t test me, asshole!” you yelled in what you thought was a warning tone. 
The figure huffed. “You know your tough-girl voice isn’t really that convincing babe.” 
It’s deep familiar tone echoed from the dark corner. The figure shuffled around the large bag it had dropped and came into the bright living room. He looked so exhausted. Dressed in his army green uniform. Dark locks perfectly feathered his dotted face. Glistening eyes upon hearing your shrill threatening voice from the kitchen. 
“Hey honey,” he whispered. You stood there dumbfounded in your PJs. Not really knowing if that was actually him on the other side of the room. 
Just as you registered that fact he, closed the gap between you and wrapped his huge arms around your waist. You dropped the knife to the ground and your empty hands found the back of his head, messing up his perfectly set hair. You inhaled his camel cigarettes and sobbed into his crisp uniform. Hugging him tighter and tighter as you heaved in and out. 
“U-hmm honey…” he spoke into the crook of your neck, no doubt sobbing silently too. 
“You’re kinda chokin’ me out,” he gasped and tickled your sides. 
“God you asshole,” you choked out wiping tears away. “I missed you so much.” 
“I missed you too honey. More than you know,” he sobbed again hiding his face back into your chest. You began to cry too petting his perfect strands again. 
“I can’t believe you’re home Phil,” you whispered, kissing his crown. 
“Yeah baby,” he stammered into your sternum. 
“I’m home.”
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god i hope this was halfway decent, Desi. you write so well and i didn’t want to disappoint at all! 
🖤,
ray-nal-beads
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maybe-your-left · 3 years
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Hellooooo ! I'm probably gonna bitch this because the Tumblr app isn't letting me copy and paste, but requesting #14 from the Gut Punch prompt list for Clyde 🥰 "I can't keep pretending to want to be your friend when I want you in my bed" or maybe Altman? 🥰
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It’s fine bby i gotchu… Oh YES ANGST PROMPTS ARE MY LIFE. LETS BRING ON THE RHINESTONE COWBOY HIMSELF, CLYDE RUSTY LOGAN “I can’t keep pretending to want to be your friend when I want you in my bed.”
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Whiskey. Clyde should not have had whiskey, it always makes him say things he wouldn’t if he were sober, but he had a rough day. More like a rough week, maybe a month, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt okay. Not since you started dating that guy… Ben. Some slick city guy, with his nice hair, suits and fancy cars. He waltzed into the bar one night, saying he was moving some company down here, and you didn’t leave his side the whole night. Completely forgetting about Clyde! Not that you had any reason to stick by him, you guys were just friends. But things had started getting different between the two of you. Many a few drunk kisses clouded Clyde’s judgement, taking your general niceness as flirtation.
But it all came screeching to a halt when Ben showed up, which is now why Clyde was drinking his second bottle of whiskey. Alone in his trailer, trying to pay attention to the TV, but all he can think about is you. Your beautiful hair, how it frames your pretty face, your musical laugh whenever Clyde says something funny. How you touch his arm when the two of you are having lunch before working at the bar. Your plush lips against his when the two of you had a few too many drinks when closing up, how your sweet moans entered Clyde's mouth, the sounds never leaving his mind.
“Shit,” Clyde groaned, just thinking about you was making him hard. Already straining through his shorts, what he wouldn’t do to have you sitting here on his lap. Naked as the day you were born, bouncing on his cock. How surprised you’d be when you saw how big he was, how much he would stretch your sweet little pussy. Clyde would make you see stars, his cock hitting just the right spots inside you. Making sure you’d never go looking for another man again.
Clyde set down his bottle, rubbing his face with his hand. He really shouldn’t be thinking about you like that… it’s not like you’d do anything if he told you about it. However, his phone was right there, and he knew you’d be up at this time of night. It wouldn’t hurt to give you a call, just to hear your voice.
Before he knew it he had his phone up to his ear, squished between his shoulder and face. Palming his cock through his shorts as he waited for you to answer. Nervously biting his lip as the dial rang, what if you didn’t pick up? Maybe you were busy with Ben? Would he be interrupting anything?
“Hello?” your voice came through. Sounding all scruffy, you had probably been laying down, but the sound of you brought a smile to Clyde’s face.
“Heyyy darlin’,” he cooed, hand pressing on his cock harder. “I didn’ wake y’ did i?”
He heard rustling, a small sigh coming out of your mouth, “Clyde are you drunk?” A small giggle coming in through the phone, Clyde could tell you were amused but that's not what he was going for.
“Why’d y’ think that?”
“Because I can hear you slurring your words,” you giggled again, “What’s going on big bear? You miss me or something?”
Clyde groaned, his hand pulling his cock out and gripping the base, “Y’ have no idea darlin’. Do y’ miss me?” He glided  his hand up his shaft, spreading his precum as much as he could, accidentally letting a grunt slip through the phone.
“You okay?”
“Mm, yeah M’ okay. Could be better.”
“What’s wrong?” he could hear the frown on your face. Those sweet pouty lips would look so nice around his cock, sucking on the head like it was candy.
“Jus’ thinkin,” he paused, closing his eyes as he gripped the base again, “Bout y’.”
“Why are you thinking about me?”
“Y’ know why.”
A deep breath, he could tell you were trying to figure out what he was talking about. He was so anxious to hear what you had to say, maybe he just had to come out and say it. “I can’ keep doin’ this,” he choked.
“Doing what,” you whispered back, voice as quiet as a mouse.
“I can’ keep pretendin’ with y’,” he groaned, “Pretendin’ that I wanna be y’r friend,” another breath, “When I want y’ in my bed. Rollin’ around, bouncin’ on me, beggin’ to cum.”
Silence.
Clyde, shut his eyes, working his hand up and down a little faster as he waited for you to answer him. He could hear your breathing, slow and deep, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch you. Feel your baby soft skin against his calloused hands.
A deep breath, “I’ll be over in 5.”
GASP. DID I, EMILY, LEAVE THIS ON A CLIFFHANGER? im not sorry. 
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millenialcatlady · 2 years
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What's number 77 on your Top 100 songs list? *eyeballs emoji*
This really is so much fun to look through lol
I was not prepared for the callout I got today with this playlist though 😂
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mariesdameron · 3 years
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My I request "I told you to take care of yourself" for Flip? 😍
Sackler x F reader
WC: 284// Fluff
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Sackler bounded through the door to see you sprawled out on the couch. You greeted him with a series of dry coughs. Sackler shook his head, walking towards you. 
"Jesus, kid, you are sweating." He murmured, pushing your wet hair out of your face. Your eyes shuttered at the coolness of his touch. Sackler glanced over at the coffee table at the mountain of tissues. "Have you taken anything for your fever?" He pulled his shirt over his head and wiggled out of his jeans. "I told you to take care of yourself." You shrugged weakly, pulling the blanket up to your nose. "Oh no, you don't!" 
Sackler was on you, hoisting you up into his arms. "You are going to bed." He stated matter of factly. You buried your face into his chest, breathing him in, your body throbbed all over, and any amount of comfort was welcomed. Sackler lowered you carefully into bed. "Stay!" He dictated as he stepped out of the room. He returned with a glass of water, handing you pills. "Ibuprofen for your fever." He observed you as you swallowed them down. 
Smiling, he took the glass away from you, abandoning it to the side table, he proceeded to crawl over you. In one sweep of movement, he had you hugged to his chest, arms encasing you. The pressure of his embrace felt good against your aching muscles. "Comfy?" He hummed, sweeping tiny kisses against your sticky face. You nodded, kissing his chest in appreciation. "Sleep now, and when you wake up, I'll run down and get that sweet and sour soup you like so fucking much.." You smiled to yourself as Sackler caressed your head, lulling you to sleep.
Thank you Desi for the request. I am glad we went with Sackler. xoxo! @desiraypark
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24912202/chapters/65801560
Taglist: @historyandfandoms50 @tsarinastorm @sister-winter73 @morby @safarigirlsp @refletction @thegreenmatt @aloneandsleepless @lovelyykylo @relationshipwithmybed @direnightshade @themuseic @finn-ray-nal-beads @starskylo @millenialcatlady @tashastrange89 @theodorealastair @insufferablelust @iamasithprincess @sacklerscumrag @tashastrange89 @hopeamarsu 
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desiraypark · 4 years
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A. Driver Master List
(Works by desiraypark)
*As of October 2020, I do not write for Flip Z. anymore.
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LONG SERIES (10+ Chapters)
Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
The Skywalker-Rens Saga (aka Much Needed Assistance saga) (ft. Female Reader) (DISCONTINUED)
When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight (ft. OC - Blk/F)
Love in Writing (Finn x OC - Blk/F - Ben Solo is supporting) (DISCONTINUED) Drawing the Line (ft. OC - Blk/F) Phillip Altman Make It More Awkward (ft. OC - Blk/F) (DISCONTINUED)
MINI-SERIES (>10 Chapters)
Adam Sackler
An Old Friend (ft. OC - Blk/F)  Red Light (ft. Female Reader)
Charlie Barber
Christmas in LA (ft. OC - Blk/F) What’s in This Drink? - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. OC - Blk/F) (please read tags) To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader) Part I | Part II
Flip Zimmerman
Flip x Mae (ft. OC - Blk/F)
One - “Saturday Night Special” Two - “Earth Angel” Three - Untitled Request (Set after part four) Four - “Unlikely” Five - “Vulnerable” Six - “Snowflakes”
Toby Grummett/Grisoni
The Toby Tamer (ft. OC - Blk/F) Part I | Part II MULTIPLE Kylo Ren x Paul Sevier “Be Our Guest” Part I | Part II
ONGOING SERIES
Clyde x Sherri - a non-linear series featuring Clyde Logan and his wife, Sherri (Simmons) Logan, an original character.
Life with Paterson - a very self-indulgent series lol. Only on AO3. The OC is basically me lol
ONE-SHOTS (includes prompt requests)
Adam Sackler
Hungover Sackler (Request ft. Female Reader)  Enamored Sackler (Anon Request ft. Female Reader) Bored Sackler #1 (Anon Request ft. Reader) Bored Sackler #2 (Request ft Female Reader)  Round One - Only on AO3 
Charlie Barber Charlie Barber Dry Humping Request (ft. Female Reader)  To Feel Something (ft. Black Female Reader)  Clyde Logan Copy, Paste, and Scream (ft. Female Reader)  He’s a Winner, Baby. (ft. Female Reader)  “The Full Moon, I Say” (ft. Black Female Reader) Photos (ft. Black Female Reader)  The Dress (ft. Female Reader)  Love Me Tender (ft. Female Reader)  Clyde & His Drunk GF (Request ft. Black Female Reader)  Phone Call (Request)  Virtuous - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Female Reader) Flip Zimmerman Wobble (ft. Black Female Reader)  Kylo Ren (or Ben Solo) Dangerous Kisses (ft. Female Reader)  Head Chef/Meat Chef (ft. Female Reader) (Chef Kylo/Ben)(AU)  Sorry - (ft. Female Reader) Possessive Kylo (Request ft. Female Reader) - (Druglord Kylo)(AU) “Show me your nipples” (Request ft. Black, Plus-Sized Female Reader) Our House - ONLY ON AO3 (ft. Plus-Sized Female Reader) Paterson Paterson Morning Sex request (ft. Female Reader) “I’ve been thinking...” (ft. Black Female Reader) Phillip Altman Phillip Altman Car Sex Request (ft. Female Reader)
Ronnie Peterson “Thief!” (ft. Black Female Reader)
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chaneajoyyy · 1 year
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BLACK PANTHER WRITERS WHO (AND THEIR PAGE) ARE STILL ACTIVE (PART 5)
@impremenior
@big-flop-energy
@thehomierobbstark
@black-mcu-imagines
@black-panther-imagines
@black-panther-fanfiction
@blackandfair
@youreallyshouldtalkmore
@blackgirloneshots
@blackmarvelfics
@blackmissfrizzle
@blackpantherimagines
@blackpantherimagine
@blackpantherismyish
@blackpanthersmut
@blackrainboes (search erik killmonger x reader)
@blacksteel-art
@honeyandpeaches
@brownmuse
@dashhoney25
@cocoflowerss
@cecereads209
@cgotwat ***
@cmonkillmonger
@issajuju-bug
@essaysbyciara
@ctrlsznwrites
@curls-and-crosses
@janelledarling
@daddy-killmonger
@dadinhas-heat
@daughterofyeezus
@dc418writes
@desiraypark
@destinio1
@devnicolee
@dramaqueeenamby
@dreamingoftchalla
@elixirtchalla
@dumbchickwrites
@dynastylnoire
@elixirmixer
@cancerianprincess
@lamorenareina
@lady-love-and-glitter-roses
@lady-olive-oil
@lannisterkitty
@mariamermaid
@sweettea-and-honeybutter
@madamslayyy
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xxindiglow · 2 years
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Midwestern weather is insane.
April 2, 2022
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@vivalabelle @desiraypark and no the April dates aren't a typo. That was indeed 24 hours apart. 🥴
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direnightshade · 2 years
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Thank you for the tag, @daisybabey! ♥ Tag games are my fave.
Favorite color: Orange
Currently reading: Currently I'm stuck on manga, so I'm in the middle of reading Attack on Titan: No Regrets
Last song: POLTERGEIST! by Corpse ft. OmenXIII
Last series: God Eater
Last movie: Jackass Forever
Sweet, spicy, or savory: Typically savory.
Coffee or tea: Tea
Three ships: These are all gonna be anime and for that I do not apologize. Mikasa x Eren, Tengen x all his wives, Light x Misa
First-ever ship: Scully and Mulder. First ever and still to this day, my fave ship.
Currently working on: A bunch of cross stitching projects, currently. Still writing though, just not as frequently as before.
Favorite piece of clothing: My Vans x House of Terror The Shining high tops.
Comfort food: There's a vegan mac and cheese recipe from one of Hot For Food's cookbooks that I make all the time. I always add hot sauce to it, but yeah. Definitely a fave comfort food for sure.
Favorite time of year: Autumn
Favorite fanfiction: Oof, a tough one. I don't have one that trumps all others which I know sounds like a cop-out, but it's the truth. So anyways, here's a list of ones I go back and re-read: - Literally all of @clydesducktape's Draluram Series. - What Would Your Boyfriend Think by @leatherboundbirate - @mariesackler's Sofie and Sackler Series. - Alone With You by @sacklerscumrag - Stuck in the Mud by @desiraypark (all of her Sackler x OC content, tbh) - Home by @quiteanabyss
If you're reading this and want to take part, consider this me tagging you!
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adcuthirsttweets · 3 years
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I just hope Mr. Altman has been having a great summer. I hope that he’s been staying hydrated and eating well. If he ever needs a good meal, my legs—I mean, my kitchen and home is always open 🥰
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Sounds delicious. Can you fit me for a 7 o'clock reservation, pussycat?
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