#followers celebration

[burntheedges]

600 Followers Celebration

Y’all!! This is wild. I realized the other day that I started writing my first fic in my notes app on my phone on 4/11/23. I posted the first chapter of that fic in July last year! I am so grateful for each and every one of you. I get so emotional every time someone reads one of my fics. Thank you for being here and being amazing. And I’m so glad you all like fandom bingo (which is still open)!! 🧡🧡🧡

I wanted to do something fun to celebrate. There are two parts -- vote and ask! I'll tag every post for this celebration with #bte600.

💗 VOTE: vote on the poll under the cut!!  A week or so ago I did an ask game where people sent me made up fic titles and I told you what I would write for them. Well, I got a little carried away and came up with some ideas I'm actually pretty excited about. So now I want you to vote on which one I should actually write next! The poll will be open for a week.

🧡 ASK: Send me any of the emojis below – send me as many as you’d like! But please send one at a time.

❣️shout out Spread the love around and tell me about a fic, author, fan art, or artist on here that you love!

📜fic rec Give me a fandom and a direction and I’ll give you a fic rec. I’ve got more than 9000 bookmarks on ao3 lol bet I can find something! let me know preferences about ships, ratings, content, etc.

(fandoms I’ve read a lot in over the years: all the Pedro boys, Inception (Arthur/Eames), Captive Prince, LOTR/Hobbit, MCU, X-Men, 00Q, Star Trek (various ships), Mass Effect, The Raven Cycle (pynch), Teen Wolf (lol), Stranger Things, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Check Please!, The Witcher, The Sandman, Sherlock, Stargate Atlantis, RWRB, Merlin, ATLA… and more?)

❓question Send me any question, FMK, ask about a headcanon, ask about one of my fics, how I write, ask for commentary on a scene or line, whatever you’d like – I’ll answer it!

Remember, 💗 vote on the poll under the cut!! 

Let's vote! Which one of these ideas should I work on next? (see more about each at the link) I had to cut one so I cut one of the Frankie ones that was very similar to something I just wrote.

🧡🧡🧡 thanks for being here!

tagging some mutuals for funzies:

@katareyoudrilling @beardedjoel @maggiemayhemnj @goodwithcheese @djarins-cyare

@jupiter-soups @undercoverpena @tightjeansjavi @morallyinept @trulybetty

@gasolinerainbowpuddles @huffle-punk @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @jay-zzle @sheepdogchick3

@joelsgreys @davnittbraes @ghotifishreads @iknowisoundcrazy @jobean12-blog

@punkette1026 @macfrog @skittlesfics @morning-star-joy @futuraa-free

@sempersirens @theywhowriteandknowthings @pr0ximamidnight @janaispunk @toxicanonymity

@chronically-ghosted @beefrobeefcal @ladamedusoif @ilovepedro @javierpena-inatacvest

@kiwisbell @iamasaddie @mrsmando @corazondebeskar @minimeiser

@mermaidgirl30 @kedsandtubesocks @covetyou @nedgooel @wildemaven

@secretelephanttattoo @theclairvoyage @sawymredfox @julesonrecord

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#followers celebration #i love y'all #joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #marcus pike x reader #javier peña x reader #din djarin x reader #marcus moreno x reader #dieter bravo x reader #ask me anything #bte600

[doumadono]

Doumadono's ice cream shop event

About a year ago, I made the decision to start writing for my private blog, inspired by my first viewing of Demon Slayer. Since then, a lot has changed, and I've grown as a writer. I've had the privilege of meeting incredibly talented writers and artists, forming friendships that have endured to this day. But above all, I've been able to bring a little joy to my readers and those who trusted me with their emergency requests. A year on, with more experience and wisdom, I can confidently say that pursuing my small dream was the right choice. I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you who chose to follow my little blog. Without your support, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thank you, guys.

To celebrate and add a bit of fun to the mix, I'm opening up my inbox for a few days. This time around, I've got a little ice cream menu for you all. Check out all the details below the cut!

your order should look something like this: I'd like to order a vanilla ice cream cone with sprinkles and maple syrup on top (remember to include your preferred character/s, along with any other details like kinks, AU type, and so on)

Masterlist for the event will be updated with the links upon posting. I'll be sharing the works starting from March 31st and continue until I've fulfilled all the requests. Just a heads up, though: I might not respond to requests that don't follow the event's rules or my own guidelines, or if they make me uncomfortable.

Also, please share this post to help spread the word!

#doumadono's 5k celebration #followers milestone #5k celebration #5k followers #blog celebration #tumblr milestone #requests are open #followers celebration #my hero academia #jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer #anime smut #anime fluff #genshin impact #mha smut #genshin impact smut #kny smut #jjk smut #signal boost #reblog to spread the word

[chronically-ghosted]

palmistry ✋🏼 - So, I’m newly in to Tim Rockford and idk what fics to start with! Any recs, especially for an angsty mood?

buddy ol' pal, do i have some thoughts for you:

Midnight Alley by @prolix-yuy - okay this is kind of cheating because it's also our boy, Dieter, but it's okay because of this line: "Rockford always treats his women well, leaves them sated and glowing, but rarely gains more than a modicum of weight lifted." The opening scene kills me every time.

Some Good Friend by @covetyou - this is exactly what i want out of a tim rockford fic: rain, old man groans, discovering the soft gooey center of a hardened detective, tim giving up trust and control, and reader being so fucking sexy, i'm like 'damn who knew i was this hot??' seriously though, i adore this fic and Tim in this just delicious!

bloody kisses by @perotovar - if you have ever liked tim rockford as a character read this fic. if you like being ridiculously turned on by hot guys fucking, read this fic. If you wanna cry over a lil baby gay discovering himself in the warm, tender loving hands of an older man, READ THIS GODDAMN FIC. the galaxy brain required to come up with a pairing like this is ASTOUNDING.

thank you so much for asking this, i've been waiting for a good time to rec these fics because Tim is vastly under appreciated in this fandom for him to be ask fucking hot as he is.

Please, if you read this and you have a Tim fic you love, please send it my way!

#tim rockford #1k celebration #1k followers #followers celebration

[fang-and-feather]

To preface this, I already made a Thank You post, but Thank You again for joining me in this journey! You make all my work worth it! 🥰😘

This is a bit overdue, but I had a hard time figuring out what to do. I ended up going with something a little simple and, not as creative or personal as I expected (maybe next time, if there's one), but I settled on two phases of opening requests, this one for some old prompts I got, for things I know people follow me for, or at least recognize me for. The second phase (that has no set time to begin) will be for starting new things.

In this phase I will be taking requests for Ikemen Vampire and Star-Crossed Myth

I will be taking one request by prompt and marking them out as they get taken so check available prompts before requesting.

Prompts can be SFW or NSFW (they'll be separated in three lists, one for specifically NSFW, one that I will only write as SFW and the other where you can chose), all of them will be fluffy.

For NSFW, you can chose who's top or bottom (or middle for threesomes)

I do take requests for suitor x reader/MC and polyamorous suitor x suitor x reader/MC as either V or triad (in other words, you can chose whether only reader is dating the two guys of if they're also dating).

2nd person will be the default, but you can request for 3rd person with a name of your choice if you want, female or male reader (female will be default).

Also you can chose between reader/MC's POV and the suitor's

I will probably start working on these in April but I decided to open it in advance for some time to prepare.

Prompts list bellow the cut:

SFW Prompts:

"May I have this dance?"

Blind Date

Nurse AU

If you solve this, I'll buy you lunch"

Falling in Love

NSFW Prompts:

Mirror Sex

Dry Humping

"No one's ever touched me like this, fuck"

Dirty Talk

Handcuffs

Neutral Prompts (pure fluff or smut to your choice):

Picnic Date

Friends to Lovers

Arranged Marriage AU

Demigod(ess) AU

True Love's Kiss

"I can't stop thinking about you"

#followers celebration #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #star crossed myth #scm

[turtletaubwrites]

✨900 Followers Celebration!!✨

This is bonkers! I adore you all, thank you so much for all of your support, and the love for my stories! It's the best feeling! 🥰🖤

I've decided that for this celebration, I'm going to give the people what they want 😅

As of now, everything else is on pause while I cook up the next batch of NUMBERS GAME.

I wanted to catch up on everything else before starting so that I could just focus on this, but that's silly. I have adhd, there is no such thing as catching up on everything, lol. Just endless circles creating endless more circles, so I've decided to circle back around to our villainous Cross Guild boys.

Here's the Numbers Game Masterlist if you'd like to catch up before the shenanigans begin again. I wonder how Buggy and our Numbers Girl are doing...

Can't wait to see you there 🖤

| masterlist | about me | rules | ao3 | ko-fi |

Here's a silly lil poll 🥰 (def won't use this to decide who gets to go first...😅)

#followers celebration #follower appreciation #cross guild x reader #cross guild #turtletaub talks #missing my cross guild boys 🥰 #I'm honestly super nervous since so many of you have screamed for it 😭 #i hope i live up to those smutty expectations lol #fic poll

[sarahowritesostucky]

I'm back, baby! 🥳

Three months ago, my blog was maliciously targeted by a Tumblr employee. I had made her personally angry, so she used her access to the platform to delete my blog - against Tumblr ToS and company policy.

This was a retaliatory action by a nasty person and it hit me right when I was already at a low point in my life (seasonal depression, job loss, injury, surgery, housing insecurity, and loss of a loved one). I didn't realize how much I loved my blog ... until a troll ate it.

As I started my new blog from scratch, I was dismayed to find that the Staff Troll in question still incorrectly interfered with my account and sent hateful anons.

I was consoled by a few other Tumblr employees who were willing to privately disclose that this kind of thing does happen, but they also awkwardly had to admit that I basically have no real avenue of recourse, other than to keep sending in complaint emails whenever I notice signs of the Tumblr staff troll ramping up her harassment again (she waxes and wanes: right now the forecast is sunny☀️).

But today I'm cheerful to announce that, in only three months on my new account, I've surpassed the number of followers that it took me eight months to accrue on my old account! (I don't want to say the number, as I think one of the best things about Tumblr is that users can't see others' follower numbers and therefore can't put too much stock in such stats.)

I've also vastly improved the design of my blog ...

... weeded out about a dozen very immature and unkind content creators ...

... and connected on a deeper level with my internet friends! So this wound up being for the best in the long run.

I just want to thank everyone who's supported my content with reblogs, and all those who've stood up for me and commiserated with me as I built my new blog back up.

In celebration, tomorrow I will be posting the next chapter of The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence!

Much love! 🥰

~ Sarah

#trolls ate my blog #tumblr community #tumblr milestone #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #followers celebration #thank you #online friends

[valmare]

*running into the room, skidding to a stop*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARE!!! I absolutely LOVE you and I hope you have the best birthday!!! 🥳🎁🎉🎊🍾🥂

For the celebration, could I have Slider with "you remembered?!" "what kind of question is that? of course I did!" and taking a bid of icing off the cake and putting it on their cheek

Fighter, love. I adapted this a little from the OG ask, but I think it turned out okay. Actually got away from me, but, I don't think I'm complaining? Hopefully you enjoy it, and thanks for asking!

Something Dangerous

“Don’t forget the brownies, Ronnie!” 

Of all the things to be doing, running late to a volleyball game in the middle of scathing San Diego afternoon was not topping anyone’s list, especially on one of the hottest days of summer. And most especially when the air in your boyfriend’s car wasn’t functioning. Even more especially when you’re approximately three degrees south of absolutely terrible—hair’s a wreck, your feet throb from wedge heels, and that sunburn from all-day yesterday on the sand was starting to smart. 

Hustling across the cracked pavement of the military housing unit’s apron, you stop and rest a hip against the offending vehicle in question. Ron’s K1500 looks exhausted, sitting under open sky and pristine blue skies. And if the thing could cry, you know she would—sagging on worn suspension, the front passenger tire needs air. Cracked rubber checkered with snaking crags across RADIAL lettering, most of her V6 and 4x4 badging either missing, sun-faded or busted in half. Tucked away in the bowels of your closet, Daddy had wrangled some replacement badges from a local junkyard back in Tulsa—he’d mailed them earlier in the year. Ron being the nosy one of your relationship, you’d socked them away for Christmas. 

The most adorable powder blue, most of the clear-coat is spotty and peeling in all the wrong places. Almost 20 years old, the first time you’d seen Baby, as Slider affectionately named her, you’d assumed she’d survived the war. Or, at the very least, some nuclear fallout the world forgot to remember. 

Stepbars aside, you can barely wrangle in and out of the thing—Kerner had lifted Baby himself, put her on some fat rubber. Relished in his ability to all but Frank Sinatra himself in and out of the thing. Perfect for a Gorgon-sized backseat RIO, but not a pocket-sized girlfriend. Five feet almost exactly, plunking your ass in Baby’s front pass seat took effort. It was like tight-wiring at the circus, precariously dangling over whatever terrain you found yourself in. Today it was the driveway, later the beach. Tomorrow would be church’s parking lot. Next week—wide open Tulsa interstate, hot pavement stretching for eternities. 

Baby’s fender is ripping hot, sunlight glinting off this-is-the-best-it-gets polished chrome enough to make you squint. Hissing at the heat against your thigh, you reflectively pull away. Readjust to rest your knee against the warm rubber of the tire, strap of your purse dropping off your shoulder as a hand dives into the knockoff Vuitton for keys. Halfheartedly and early in your relationship you’d exchanged spare keys as a couple—the key to Baby tinked right alongside the key to your Land Rover, and vice versa. Two years had all but worn the painted NAVY off your leather keychain. 

Muttering under your breath, your fingers brush the allusive keychain at the bottom of your bag. Snagging the keyring with your finger, you snatch them out of the bag before dumping it to the truck’s hood, moving to pop the latch on the door. With a rough tug, the hinge all but slips open—and if you hadn’t helped Slider wipe away the WD-40 drips left behind after lubing the doors, they’d take all the credit. Huffing a breath, you balance a wedge on the stepbar, grab the handle assist, and rest a knee on the seat to lean over the column and insert the key. With a flick, she turns over, stutters for a moment in the cradle. Rips to life with a throaty roar, body shaking a little beneath your feet. A satisfied little smirk at the radio has you slipping back down to the driveway apron, nudging the door lighting with your hip. Turning, you angle the side mirror to check your makeup and your hair—curls clipped back, you’d opted for simple makeup. Base and SPF didn’t mix, and the slight red on your nose from yesterday is testament to it. 

Flipping up the collar of one of Ron’s shirts, a hot sunburn simmers beneath the light material—he’d all but insisted you cover. Compliance had left you irritated, Mr. Bronze Adonis didn’t even need SPF. He could bar on-base all day ass-naked as the day he was born and not even pink. Kerner’s tan was almost as dark as the eyeshadow you’d opted for—a bronzy thing you didn’t even remember the name of, but set off the flecks of gold in your eyes. The way you knew he liked, the way you liked. 

Pinching your cheeks for extra color, movement in the reflection over your shoulder catches your eye. Here comes Kerner, gliding out the front door on long legs that are effortless, all but ripping out of too-tight light wash Wranglers. Dogtags thrown over his bare shoulder, he’s wedged a t-shirt into his back pocket. 

Balancing effortlessly in his flattened palm is the pan of aforementioned chocolate walnut brownies, the other split between his keyring and two six packs of Budweiser bottles that, even from across the lawn, clack together in the most beautiful sound a weekend could offer. Barefooted, sunglasses poised on the end of his nose, Ron toes the screen door back into place easily before hustling off the front step and across the offensively dead lawn. 

Meeting him at the edge of the apron, you gesure for the pan of brownies. You’d lovingly made them at his request for this picnic volleyball game—all the girlfriends were bringing food. A phone call to the roster later; Charlie (and thus, Maverick) was bringing macaroni salad, Carole and Goose were bringing condiments and drinks, Hollywood had all but threatened violence toward anyone who dared bring meat he wasn’t responsible for; Wolf had been instructed to bring paper products, and Kazansky had already secured pineapple and vegetables, because healthfood. 

That left dessert. And Ron was an absolute slut for anything chocolate, and he’d almost died when you’d whipped together your stepmother’s chocolate walnut recipe last year for his birthday. Groaning sinfully, he’d devoured almost the entire thing himself before you’d leaned across his finely-toned abs, reaching for the pan of dessert he’d dared to hold just beyond short stack reach. Successful in ripping them away, Slider earning brownie privileges had been entertaining to say the least. 

You still hadn’t replaced the broken headboard. “These are safe?” Pulling back the cheesecloth pulling overtime to protect all-but glistening chocolate icing from the elements, you peek into the pan as Ron’s now-empty hand falls to brush your lower back. 

“Ha ha,” the drill reply is all but eye-rolling as he steps up to the pavement. “We ready to rock and roll or what?” Moving to the driver’s door, he pops it open, deposits the beer to the floorboards, and rolls down the window before peeling at the gauges. “Shit, she’s warm already. It’s hot.” 

Finding the brownies satisfactory and fully intact from their escort, you gently work the cheesecloth back into place. Watching him step up halfway on the bar, it takes effort not to notice the ripple of hewn muscle in his arm as he grips the open door. Instead your eyes cut to his feet, brows lifting behind your own sunglasses for a moment. 

“Where are your shoes?” Like talking to a child, you balance the pan of brownies against your palm, other hand planting at your cocked hip. “I had them out, right next to your jeans. Ron. You need shoes.” 

“Do not,” he challenges with a lopsided chuckle, leaning through the open window. Fingers drumming against the powder blue paint, his smile twists up, smirking. “It’s a day on the sand, babygirl. Who needs shoes? Let these dogs bark.” Nose wrinkling with a chuckle, he reaches to push his shades into place with a knuckle. His gaze casts over you quickly. “And you’re wearing heels.” Wolf-whistling, his brows bounce. 

Ron loves when you wear heels, it’s a near-constant request every time you go out. It’s the long line of your legs, the light tick on the right service. Mostly, though, you assume it’s the added height benefit. Ron alone has contributed to your shoe collection more than probably necessary, you sometimes worry it’s more of a passtime for him than not. 

Because, while Kerner isn’t exactly rolling in the dough (thanks so much Uncle Sam) you’d never know it with how he spends money. On you. Despising the fact that you’d just as soon shop Salvation Army or the clearance rack at Bloomingdales, he insisted on new clothes. New designer shit that neither of you could afford. And shoes alone, well–whether or not it could be called a fetish is neither here nor there. He’s obsessed with watching you try on shoes, how they look in your closet he’d single-handedly remodeled. 

The first Naval ball you’d attended Ron had all but seized when you suggested borrowing shoes from Carole Bradshaw, since you were the same size and she lived right next door. Scooping you up like nothing short of a farm sack, he’d tossed you over his shoulder, smacked your ass, and plunked you in the front seat of his truck. To go shopping. 

And Slider knew shopping—he had two sisters. Two sisters and a mother that was an attorney. Not only did his stamina for the urban jungle know no bounds, he knew the game. Understood brands. And he knew your shoe size from peeking around your closet, had dropped your ass in a chair and plucked selections from shelves like some possessed thing from a retail version of the Shining. 

His credit card was practically on fire before you’d left the mall with Jimmy Choos, Calvin Kline, Valinto. The dress alone was hundreds of dollars you were pretty sure he was still making payments on, but Slider never seemed to mind. He just grinned, wagged those brows while his tongue traced his bottom lip with a snide, But you can wear it anytime I ask you to, which was, apparently, entirely the point. You hadn’t worn the thing since the naval ball, but, you regularly checked on it in the back of your closet. 

Your cheeks dust pink at the way he tips his head to peer over his sunglasses at you. Dogtags all but glistening in the sweat that’s pearling in the curls of hair on his chest, you take a leveling breath. Chest opening a little, your shoulders roll back as your toes curl a little in your shoes. Pan of brownies warm in your palm, you pluck your own sunglasses from the top of your hair and slide them into your place. 

“Your funeral,” you chime in a cheeky, sing-song tone at the mental image of his feet hitting the blacktop of the parking lot. Ron, for his size, tends to whine about pain. Unless it’s pumping iron and working out, then he’s steady as an oak. Any other time pain is involved, he’s as weak as a newborn foal. “Don’t cry to me when your feet fry like an egg on the blacktop, Ronnie. It’s a heckuva walk from the parking lot to the beach,” head canting to the side, you lazily twist the ball of your shoe against the concrete apron. On purpose, teasingly. “Ice is the toughest sonuvabitch I know and even he wears sandals, baby.”

Slider’s mouth purses into a tight o, and he whistles a little low. “Listen to you,”  he reaches through the open window for your arm, but you step back sharply to evade the grab, “does Kazansky know you talk about him with that mouth?” You giggle when his fingers brush your arm, but you twist away. Slider grins brightly as he slips from the truck to dodge around the door, cutting off your escape. 

“You never talk about me that way,” his rough hand successfully snatches your arm at the exact moment you tuck the pan of brownies against your chest for protection. Feet skitching against the pavement, you’re in Ron’s thick arms, pressed against his rippling chest before your heart can even skip a beat. “I love it when you talk filthy.” His tongue skates his bottom lip, his palm smoothing your hair tenderly. Even behind shades, you can see his eyes sweeping over the features of your face. “Why don’t you ever talk filthy about me?” 

Face wrinkling into a less than serious pout, his lips twist into a fake turndown that stabs between your ribs. The snort escapes you before you can even track it, and you arch back a little from his chest, over the strong arms pinning you in place. He’s sweating and smells like SPF, but in the best way. Nerves alrighty aflame with inferno light that skips through your blood, you very quickly can’t feel past the way his heart seems to leap at his ribs for yours. 

And before you can even think about it, “You keep track of how I talk about Ice?” has slipped from your pretty pink lips like blades laced with poison. Cutting through the thick air that ripples between the two of you, the look that settles on Slider’s face is, at first, unreadable—for seconds, maybe. Within a heartbeat his lips are curling into quicksilver that slices through your facade of confidence. It grabs your spine with chilled fingers, and like smoke in the air, you aren’t able to process past the way he’s looking at you behind dark lenses. 

Breathless for all of a few seconds, your brain stops functioning. Fritzes like a static TV. And before either of you can respond, your eyes cut to the tray of brownies resting between your chest and his. Biting the corner of your lip turns into restless gnawing on the inside of your cheek, and for a few seconds you don’t know what happens—except your finger skips along the smooth frosting of brownies. Reaches up with a mind of its own and bleps it on the tip of his nose. 

For a few bleeding moments, nothing happens. Until the brown splot on his nose is so glaringly staring back at you that it snaps you like a rubber band back into reality. Eyes flicking from his nose to the pan of now effectively destroyed, brownies, the hinge of your jaw fails. Lips parting into a sweet little o, your face flames redder than it already is with recycled sunburn painting your skin, and you look back up at him. 

“Oh.” Your bottom lips rolls beneath your top teeth. 

His brows have all but taken flight off his face. Clearing his throat, his posture tightens. His chest opens, shifting the pan of brownies enough that your hand moves to stabilize it. Blowing out a breath from between his lips with gusto, he blinks a few times as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair. With a finger, he points to his nose. 

“Oh,” he mocks, making a face that immediately rips a giggle from the back of your mouth. More bubbles up your throat as he continues to mock your tone, over and over, until he wrinkles his frosting-tipped nose and moves in for a nose-to-nose kiss that only means trouble. 

“Ron, no,” you try to sound serious, but it fractures under your fissure of giggles, “Slider, stop it! The brownies—the brownies!” Never mind the fact you’ll be late to the game if this keeps up–time is all but a construct beyond his arms, the way he holds you. How he looks at you so adoringly. Since the minute you’d laid eyes on him at the South Bay Drive In, you are Icarus flying into his too-close sunlight. The fact that he picked you is so Hollywood, the stuff of cinematic masterpieces and Shakespearean dreamscapes. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel real. 

“‘Oh, Sli, the brownies!’—I’m not the one who went and wrecked the goods, sweetheart,” you lean back enough that it fractures his arms from their hold around your middle, allowing you to backstep away from him. But Slider is all about the chase, the game—the cat and mouse that sends the two of you round and round, like always. “Now what are you gonna tell everyone when it comes time to cut your birthday brownies?” His voice drops to an uncharacteristic low, like he’s putting on airs. 

It’s not the bedroom low you’ve come to adore from him, but it’s something else entirely—like the very accusation has roused an entirely new character from within his veins, one that is dark and tortured just by the very thought of that emerald monster. Halting your retreat from him him, your hold on the brownies against your chest tightens a little, almost to white-knuckle. His words echo through your brain like he’s spoken into some grand chasm, the words reverberating through your very bones. Birthday. He’d said birthday, you’re pretty sure. Willing to bet good Vegas cash on it. 

“You remembered,” blinking like a complete idiot, your mouth ticks up into a pleased grin. 

“Of course I remembered,” his fisted hands land on either of his hips, disbelievingly. Shooting him a deadpan look, his cheeks darken. Which isn’t like Ron. He’s never bashful, is rarely the butt end of anything. “Oh come on.” 

“Last year you forgot,” you correct, cocking a hip. “Tom help you remember this time? Is that what this game is about?” After all, Ron is the one who insisted on a weekend volleyball game and picnic. His idea, his coordinating the details. He hadn’t uttered a word about anything birthday related, and you’d been fine just keeping it lowkey. Had fully planned to have a night-in;  cook some pasta, enjoy Wheel of Fortune. Maybe play some naked cribbage. 

Slider not remembering your birthday last year wasn’t a big deal. He’d made it out to be more than it was, but you turning twenty-nine was not something worth fretting about this time around the sun. But you suspected, with the way he was babysitting this entire thing, that it was all for you. Not saying anything, you’d let it slide—but now, the way he was looking at you. All dangerous and suntanned and sweating in the sexiest way? 

You just couldn’t not. 

His brows lift again, teasingly. “For someone who’s supposed to belong to me, you sure talk about Ice a lot.” And he rushes you before you can even counter, but it isn’t fast enough. Skirting around the corner of the truck to put Baby between the two of you, Slider eases up to make the corner. You’re already scrambling up into Baby’s front passenger, tossing the pan of brownies up on the dash with a sharp thunk!, baking pan colliding with the windshield. 

You're halfway into the cab when both of Slider’s big hands grab either of your hips, “Not so fast,” pulls you off the stepbar. Shoulders flush to his chest, your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, the toes of your wedge heels skimming the pavement just so that you know it’s gonna leave marks. 

Dipping to brush his nose against the soft flesh of your neck. Slider brushes aside the collar of his shirt to nip at your collarbone. His hands at either of your hips dip you back harder against his frame, and the heat of his chest flares to life against the sunburn flaming on your back. Hissing, you wriggle a little uncomfortably, until his hand slips up the curve of your frame and fondles your tit, lovingly. 

“Sli,” it’s more of a plea than anything else, and you hate how he’s reduced you to little more than a flailing pile of goo. He hums against your skin, his hand moving from your breast, up the valley of your tits, to firmly latch around the column of your throat. Delightful pressure, but nothing that hurts—just the way you love it. “We shouldn’t—” 

“Why not,” He’s chuckling, now. It’s not a question. Instead, simmers low in his chest, like bubbling magma. You can feel it between your shoulders. It lights up your sunburn, stirs the churning pot of your sex like you can’t believe. Seconds and he’s rendered you both incoherent and stupid, two things you are notoriously not. Other hand slipping from your hip to dip beneath the ruffle of your skirt, his fingers brush the apex between your legs. And he chortles, like the devil. Because he is. 

“Look at you,” he whispers it into your ear, hot breath chasing across your cheek in a way that sends you keening. Preening at the praise, his hand moves to curl fingers into the meat of your thigh. It burns, deliciously, sending volcanic heat to that delicious little spot between your legs that is throbbing. Achingly empty. Desperate for more, anemic like the starving. “Sensitive, aren’t you, baby?” 

Your mewl is lewd. Sinful. Traitorous, even. “Ron—” 

With a pleased chuckle, the world flips in a blur of movement as Slider spins you around. Chest-to-chest, he slants his mouth over yours thick and hot, milking a slow little whine from the back of your throat the way he likes it. Licking into your mouth, there’s nothing for you to grab now that the world is rocking, spinning as your senses light up like a control panel. World spinning, reality shattering like it always does every time he kisses you this hard, this deep, you yelp at the sudden cold of him being ripped away. His absence, the daylight between you as he hoists you up, into Baby’s front passenger seat. 

And before you can even breathe, he’s spreading your legs apart. Heels planted in the door jamb and on the frame, you’re dizzier than you first thought when his lips curl into a cocksure smirk from between your legs. Core on fire from supporting yourself half-cocked, his big hand comes to rest on your belly, and adds pressure. It’s an unspoken ask, and you flop back to the seat with a desperate whimper, gnawing on your bottom lip as Slider places hot, light kisses to your inner thighs. 

His nose brushes your apex as he hums, curiously. “I was gonna save this for later,” his chuckle is devilish. Burns like silver that’s been melted into another state altogether, waiting for the mold of something beautiful. Something dangerous. “But I guess you could talk me into giving you your present early, babygirl.” 

Back arching off the seat, your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt that feels little more than a straightjacket on your flaming, searing skin. Eyes pinched closed, that want in the base of your gut may as well be a rabid thing, clawing for release. Desperate for satisfaction. Hungry, your toes curl against the base of your shoes, the straps all but cutting into your flesh. Propping up on an elbow, you reach for his head of curls. With a flick of your wrist, tip his head back. 

He’s grinning at you, goofily. “You’re such a cocksucker,” and he is, really. Or, rather, is inches from. His eyes jump with a brightness that makes your heart stutter a little behind your ribs, and you try not to smile. Instead, you bite your bottom lip, noting that it’s still swollen from where he’s kissed you so damn fully. “You want me to beg, hm? On my birthday, Ron?” 

“Now’s a good a time as any,” his brows bounce, “so how ‘bout it, hm? Gonna be a good girl and beg for Slider on your birthday?” 

He didn’t really have to ask.  

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[girlygirlwebdiary]

HAPPY 5K

To my blog !!!!! I love being a girly girl and posting on this blog & having more girly girls w me 💖💖🥰 So so grateful for 5k of u 🎀🎀🎀💋💋🥹 LOVE U BABES 😘😘😘

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[yellowbugifs]

Wow, wow, wow! When I first started this blog, it was purely out of love for this magical show and a fun time making gifs. I'm proud to say this is still why I keep posting, but I never expected 1,000 people to share in my admiration for OUAT. I keep a busy life, what with my full-time job and upcoming wedding (yay!) etc., so sometimes it is hard keeping up the consistent posts, but seeing your likes/reblogs, your compliments on my colouring, and especially your tags makes me the happiest. I am so grateful for all of you. So I thought I'd create a little request box with the following emojis below. Please drop any of these in my inbox. Enjoy! 🎉

📚 - tell me what made you click the "follow" button 🎀 - share an unpopular opinion about the show and i'll say if i agree or not ⭐ - tell me your favourite song/album and i'll tell you which character you remind me of 💙 - tell me which character or ship you wish i giffed more of 🍎 - requests are open! please request a gifset and i'll make it as soon as possible! 👑 - fmk, would you rather, have you ever, or any other games you can think of!! Or just stop by and say hello :)

#ouat #once upon a time #followers celebration #emoji asks

[henrioo]

OKAY LISTEN UP

TWO THINGS

ONE I'M REALLY REALLY HAPPY 'CAUSE MY LAST STORY AND MY FIRST IMAGINE WITH A MALE READER ACHIEVED 50 LIKES, I'M REALLY FREAKING OUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD HAVE LIKE STOPPED IN THE 20?

I DON'T KNOW BUT REALLY THANKS FOR ALL THE ONES WHO HAD READ AND LIKED, I LUV U AND I WILL POST MORE I PROMISED

NOW THE SECOND AND MOST IMPORTANT

I GOT FUCKING 420 FOLLOWERS

YES I KIND DIDN'T HAVE SEE THIS BEFORE SO NOW I CELEBRATING 420 INSTEAD OF 400

I'M DUMB SORRY FOR THAT

BUT LET'S EAT CAKE AND DANCE AROUND, THANKS FOR EVERYONE :))))

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #onepiece #anime imagines #anime and manga #henri talk #400 followers #followers celebration #i'm famous? #i guess so #that's kinda scary but it's fine #i love u guys

[burntheedges]

Congratulations on you follower celebration 🥳

Can I give you a FMK

Which Pedro character would you

Dance with for as long as you want BUT it’s tap so no contact

Sexy Salsa with BUT it’s only for 3.5 minutes

Disco dance Studio 54 style anything goes…BUT you don’t remember it the next day

💃🕺

thank you, Kyla!! 🧡 you can absolutely give me one 😂

ok this was fun to think about 🕺🏻💃🏻

Dance with for as long as you want BUT it’s tap so no contact

I just had tap class last night 😂 ok but seriously it's Javi G. can you picture it? it would be a delight to tap dance with that man. like maybe something like this? just rehearsing with him would be fun, it would be fun the whole time!

Sexy Salsa with BUT it’s only for 3.5 minutes

ok I was going to say Javi P but then I remembered Jack's big entrance in Kingsman with the whips in the bar? that was, like, only a few minutes. that man could do a lot with 3.5 minutes. he'd probably toss me around and catch me and leave me completely breathless. in a salsa. it's gotta be Jack.

Disco dance Studio 54 style anything goes…BUT you don’t remember it the next day

Dieter. I figure whatever we'd get up to would be ridiculous 😂 (and the way he dances in the bubble??) so I could maybe imagine something wild to fill in the blanks! or get him to tell me about it in like the most ridiculous narration possible. maybe act it out. lol

followers celebration

#bte600 #followers celebration #jack daniels #javi gutierrez #dieter bravo #this was fun #thank youuu #ask me anything

[spicysix]

event masterlist

can you guys believe it's been a whole year since we've met Eddie Munson?! since I've fallen head over heals for that man? since i've been reading a different ST fanfic every night before bed? since i've flipped this blog Upside Down (heh) and made this little TV show my entire personality?

and since then i've done a lot! i went back into writing fanfics after 5 years of nothing, first of all. and i've met and befriended so many special people, and i've admired so many special fanworks, and we all bonded over some children and their gaggle of babysitters.

and you saw my little blog dedicated to our little blorbos and decided to stay here ♡

so because of all that, i'm kickstarting a double (and my first one ever) celebration! pop one of those below into my inbox and get me working!

・celebration begins May 27 and ends May 31 ・meaning you can send requests until the end date, but i'm a bit slow so it can take me longer than that to answer everything. be patient, please ♡ ・you can send in as many requests as you want, just please send different emojis requests in different asks! ・you don't need to be following me to participate (but if you liked it, consider following anyway? let's be friends!) ・minors and billy stans DNI

🦇 eddie's pet demobat - send me this emoji + a fic or fanwork you'd like to show some love to! make the authors/artists happy and give us readers and enjoyers something to appreciate. you can also rec your own work of course! ♡

🎸 eddie's warlock - send me this emoji + a number from 1 to 11 and i'll post a promotional piece or a snippet from a chapter of my biggest WIP: it feels like i'm going home - a eddie X reader roadtrip fic! the numbers can only be asked once each, so be fast and choose wisely!

📖 robin's russian dictionary - send me this emoji + a word, song, prompt or scenario + a character or ship and i'll write you a ficlet! ↳ here's some prompt lists to give you some ideas if you need! ↳ check out my guidelines to see who i write for ↳ if you want you can specify if you want fem! or gn! reader

🏏 steve's baseball bat - send me this emoji + a character, ship (specify if you want romantic or platonic) or gang and i'll share my favorite headcanons. or, send me the emoji + your favorite headcanons!

📸 jonathan's camera - send me this emoji + an episode (from any season) and i'll share my favorite scene. or, send me the emoji + your favorite scenes and let's talk about them!

🍄 argyle's shrooms - send me this emoji + any question you want, anything you wanna know about me or that you wanna share about yourself! let's chat, play games, and get to know each other ♡

🔫 nancy's (childsafe water)gun - send me this emoji and i'll give you my first impressions of your blog through a moodboard!

thank you so much to everyone that follows me and interacts with me or supports my fics in any way!! i love you all to the moon and back, hope to stay here for a long while to talk about our beloved ones. and here's to many more friends to come! ♡

tagging some mutuals that i adore to help me spread the word (no pressure!): @thornsnvultures @beep-beep-sherlock @sunshine-munson @chaoticgood-munson @pollenallergie @wormdebut @paranoidmunson @districtsof-treason @willowsgrl @steviesnailbat @mvnsoneddie86 @inourtownofhawkins @singledadharrington @pepsimunson @itwasallblue @taintedcigs @chrissymjstan @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @beenabutterandjelly @king-calycanthus @callingmrsbarnes @chaotic--agraphia

#stranger things #eddie munson #lui's strange celebration #followers celebration #im so excited for this!!!! #letss goooo #yes eddie gets two emojis bc i love him #stranger things fanfic

[thrxughthenxght]

📝 - jesper finding wylan trying on his (jesper's) jewellery :))

Congrats on your followers x

Hi anon! Thank you so much!! 🤗

This was a lot of fun! This is actually my first time doing a drabble and I know they're usually much shorter but I wanted to fulfill this prompt as best I could in as few words as possible and that happened to be 496 😅. Enjoy!

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Wylan checked the door one more time before opening Jesper’s jewellery box. He wasn’t snooping, just curious. The longer he rummaged, the more he found things he thought were pretty. Jesper once told him he liked Wylan in blue because it brought out his eyes.

“Not to say I don’t like you in any other colours,” he added, kissing Wylan’s head as they stood in foyer, preparing to leave for a dinner party. “But I do love your eyes.”

And Wylan had flushed and said, “Maybe I’ll add more blue to my wardrobe.” Jesper had grinned.

So when Wylan found a small, blue stud earring with a not too shiny gem inside, he held it up to his ear and evaluated if it did, in fact, bring out his eyes. He quite liked it. Jesper had a few chokers that seemed to be for more than wearing, which Wylan would certainly ask him about later; But he set those aside nonetheless so he could find more.

There was a small compartment at the bottom of the box, and he lifted it to reveal a large ring collection. There were all sorts of metal types, primarily silver, but he spotted gold in different shades and copper and platinum, a few were of black metal. Some of them had gemstones but most of them were simple, and if not plain had small, difficult to see from afar designs in them.

He’d managed to try on three to test what metals he liked when Jesper strolled in without knocking. In his defence, it was his room too, but Wylan flushed and pulled the ring off (it had been too big on his ring finger), and held it tight in his hands to try and conceal it, though he had been caught despite any effort he could have possibly made. Jesper raised an eyebrow and grinned from the jewellery box to Wylan. “What are you doing, Wy?”

He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks flushed. “Just looking,” he mumbled.

Jesper hummed and came over to him, putting two fingers under his chin to tilt his face up to kiss him. “You can ask, you know?” He mumbled when he drew away just enough to speak. “About the jewellery.”

“I just wanted to try some on,” he said softly, smiling when Jesper held a bracelet over his wrist, seeming to critique it. “I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“Well, I’m a big deal,” he said. “And so are you. So we can try on my jewellery whenever you want and you don’t,” he squeezed his waist and Wylan giggled in reaction. Jesper knew his body almost as well as he knew him. “Have to be embarrassed about it.”

He nodded and smiled, tapping their noses together. “Alright.”

He held his gaze for a moment, simply holding each of them there. “Can I have my rings back?” He finally asked, and Wylan laughed and opened his hand.

@iammadeofmemoriesforlife @violets-and-books @justanormaldemon

#six of crows #written lore #drabble #followers celebration #50 followers #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #crooked kingdom #soc #soc fanfiction #soc fanfic #soc fic #wesper fanfiction #wesper fanfic

[turtletaubwrites]

500 Followers!?

What the heck? This was so fast! Thank you so much for all the love!!

I just closed requests 2 days ago, but now there are almost 50 more of you here than there were 3 days ago!?

I'm all caught up on requests, so now I'm working on updates for We've All Got Needs (new chapter and 2 extra scenes), the Sweet Abduction honeymoon fic, and Numbers Game (Of course! I feel like most of you newbies are here to be feral with me over Cross Guild, lol).

I plan on opening requests again in the next week or two depending on how quickly I catch up on my goals!

I absolutely adore all the requests I've had so far, y'all have the best ideas!

In the meantime, to celebrate I'd love to have you vote on a one shot before I open requests again. Here's a list of a few characters I haven't written an x Reader fic for before, so let me know who you'd like to see next!

And seriously, I can't thank you enough! I've never written this much in my life, and I hadn't written much in years until starting here 4 months ago. All the inspiration, encouragement, and hilarious thirst comments have made me so happy 🥰🥰 Thank you for hanging out and reading my lil words!! 😭🙏🏼

#omg thank you #this is wild #fanfic writer #mine #fic poll #followers celebration #I can't get over this #love y'all #🥰🥰

[sarahowritesostucky]

A thank you to rebloggers and followers💗

Dear Readers,

When I first found out that I was blocked by several of the best SebStan/C.Evans writers on Tumblr (I mean like NavyBrat and writers of that caliber), I was surprised! And baffled!

Then I realized it must be related to The Great Free-Speech Debate of 2023, 🙄a heated back and forth that ended in me receiving a slew of death threat and slurs in my inbox. How disappointing!

Now, I don't really read other people's fics on Tumblr, only Ao3 [with the exception of that AMAZING Sweet Renegade series], but I had noticed these prominent writers in the fandom previously, and it made me sad to realize that even people I look up to-people who create amazing fics-can be intolerant, ignorant, illiberal, meanspirited--whichever or all of those things. For all I know, it could've been some of them who trolled my inbox😢

So even though it doesn't affect my experience on Tumblr (I'm here to write, not read) there is still something so satisfying about going to y'all's blogs who repost my work (🥰) and seeing all the other authors who blocked me on your feeds as well. It tells me that I am 1. in the same ranks as those authors in the hearts of readers, 2. that their blocking me has not had any effect on the continued viewership of my fics, and 3. it puts a smile on my face and makes me feel loved after previously receiving so much hate.

So I wanted to write this lil' note to thank everybody who follows me, comments, and/or reblogs my work. I DO notice you, I appreciate you, and most of all, I love knowing that y'all are out there enjoying my stuff! 🤗

Thank you, rebloggers of the world!

Backstory if you want: [The reason for the blocking (I assume) was that I'd gotten into a heated back and forth with a small group of nitwits about free-speech principles (surprise: I was for, they were against) and it not being a stranger's responsibility to police your experience on the internet. The end result was me receiving a barrage of anon slurs and death threats in my inbox, and then waking up to find my account deleted one day--one of the nitwits works at Tumblr🙄]

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[babeydollx]

4k Followers Celebration | Maybanks-Luver

Celebration is: closed.

4k Followers Masterlist

Wow, I cannot believe that I have made it to 4k followers! Thank you guys so much for supporting me and reading my work, I really appreciate it so much! Y'all mean the world to me and I love you guys so much. So, of course as promised about a month or two ago when I originally hit 4k followers, I said I do a celebration with prompts and now it's finally here. So, I'll only be writing for the people on the characters I write for list right now but, new fandoms are coming really soon so, stay tuned for that too! Now for the prompts, you can only pick two, if there is more than two then I'm only going to use two of the however many prompts there were requested because at the moment I can't put a lot of prompts into one fic. So please, respect the two limit rule but, I am sure you all will 🥰💛

Characters I write for here (its not added yet but I also write for Mike Schmidt, William Afton, Michael Afton, Henry Emily and Vanessa Monroe from FNAF just havent been able to add it yet.)

Request Time: February 11th to February 18th 2024

💛💐 Smut Prompts 💐💛

"Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

"That's it princess, take it all."

"Hands behind your back."

"Open your mouth for me, baby."

"You can take it, you've done it before."

"I won't apologize for marking you up. Everyone should know you're mine."

"Keep those pretty eyes open. Look at me, baby."

"Swallow. All of it."

"Come on one more time for me, I know you've got it in you."

"Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you."

"Slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

"What makes you think I am going to fuck you?"

"Holy shit, you came pretty quickly."

"Show me how much you missed me."

"Don't think so much, just let your body take control."

"Shall we put that mouth of yours to better use?"

"Looking at you, moaning like a fucking slut for me."

"You know what happens when you misbehave."

"No one's ever touched me like this, fuck."

"Oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere."

"I want it. I want to taste you."

"Again! Please, again!"

"So good for me, look at how much you came."

"You like it that much, hm?"

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

💛💐 Fluff Prompts 💐💛

"You look really good in my clothes."

"You look so adorable, baby."

"I just want to relax in your arms."

"Make a wish!"

"I could just stare at you forever." "Creep."

"You are the most beautiful being on earth."

“What are you doing?” “I was trying to make pancakes but it didn’t exactly work."

“.... Sorry, I talked too much.” “No no no not at all. Keep talking.”

"Get on my shoulders, you'll see better."

"Is that- is that a dog?"

"Let's go and look at the stars."

"Oh my god, you never told me you could cook!"

"I never thought I could miss someone this much."

"You're my new pillow."

"Wow, you are absolutely breathtaking."

"Yeah well, you're short."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"You're such a jackass." "But I'm your jackass, baby."

"You are the only thing that matters to me."

"I just want to protect you from everything."

"You're going to be such a good mom/dad."

"If you even try to tickle me one more time I swear you will not get a kiss for a week."

"I don't want to forget this moment."

"Here's a concept... me and you married."

"I bought you dinner, baby."

Again, thank you all so much for getting me to 4k followers! I appreciate you all so much!

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