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sprout-fics · 8 months

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Coyote Kiss

(Philip Graves x F! Reader)

(Call of Duty Masterlist)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI Wordcount: 3.1k Tags: Brat Tamer Graves, Bratty Reader, Motorcycle Graves, Date night, Banter, Bickering, Love/Hate Relationship, Messy relationships, Jealousy Warnings: None A/N: Hi. Here's more of the man I love to hate and hate to love. Forgive me.

He’s smirking at you.

There’s a low, fluorescent buzz to the diner amidst the distant sounds of the kitchen, the gurgle of the coffee machine behind the counter. You and Graves are tucked in a booth, far from the door, where the neon light of the ‘open’ sign catches against the shiny leather of his motorcycle jacket. There’s tinny music over the speakers, the 80’s you think, not entirely sure. You know if you try and guess Graves will only huff at you, correct you and lament about your poor music knowledge.

Smartass.

You can feel the toes of his boots brush against your ankles, and even though you aren’t looking at him you know he’s just waiting for you to comment on it, nudge him out of your space with mild annoyance. Instead you focus on the various laminated displays of greasy food inside the menu, burying your face so you ignore him. Yet even without looking you know exactly how he looks. Relaxed into his seat, arms crossed, head tilted in keen observation, and that damned smirk plastered across his smug face.

“You haven’t looked at the menu.” You observe, still not looking at him, and you hear Graves shift to attention when you finally acknowledge him.

“Don’t have to.” He replies easily. “I’ve been here long enough to know what I want.”

Or so he’s said. It had taken some cajoling on his part to drag you this far out into the sticks, far away from the Shadow Company base. You’d expected him to commandeer one of the jeeps in the compound, puzzled as to why he told you to dress warm in the middle of the deadly Texas summer heat. Yet then your commander had led you off to a garage, had yanked a tarp back to reveal a pristinely kept motorcycle underneath.

“Ducati.” He announced smugly, leaning on the bike and running an appreciative hand over the sleek black trim. “One of the best on the market.”

“How did you afford this?” You gaped at him, ignoring his bark of laughter at your open, astonished expression.

“It pays to be a government contractor, sweetheart. You ought to know that by now.”

He walked over to a shelf, tossed you a helmet. It looked brand new. You barely caught it, too transfixed on the motorcycle. Graves sauntered back over, tapped two leather-gloved fingers under your chin.

“Close your mouth, babygirl. You’ll catch flies.”

It had been clear from the get-go that Graves had planned this in excruciating detail, going as far as providing you with a spare jacket that even now remains draped across your shoulders, just a bit too large. You’d hopped on the bike behind him, a little hesitant to grab onto him, at least until he’d huffed and wrapped your arms around his waist himself. The warmth of him bled into your front, helmet tucked against his shoulder and thighs clenched to the bike as he’d sped off out of the compound.

You’d gotten some stares from the guards. There will probably be rumors across half the base by the time you both get back.

You don’t know how long you rode into the desert, the sun setting quickly and casting a brilliant orange haze across the horizon. Graves talked little, focused on the road, stopping only when he was required, planting a possessive hand roaming across the meat of your thigh. When you’d playfully smacked at it, he only laughed.

Eventually you had pulled into the diner just as the sunset faded and the flickering, lonely street lights had turned on. When he had ushered you into the diner, the older lady behind the counter had greeted him in cheerful familiarity. “Phil.”

She’s disappeared now, and you think you heard her mutter something to the much younger waitress about a smoke break. Left alone, you stare into the grease-stained menu and try to decipher the various contents in a vain attempt to not entertain Grave’s twinkling eyes.

He nudges you again under the table, boots pressing against your ankles, spreading himself wide and into your space in a way that’s meant to purposefully draw your attention. You know this ploy all too well, know that if you bite and decide to snip at him he’ll only rile you up further with gleeful audacity, until eventually he handles you into a biting kiss you can’t resist. It’s the constant game you both play, caught between a simmering annoyance that erupts in roaming touches and snipping banter even when you’re caught in his arms. You know the inevitable end of it, how you’ll end up in his bed, feel him haul your legs over his shoulders and tease you even then, smiling against your lips when he forces you to surrender in desperate, mewling gasps.

You pretend to hate it, fight him at every turn, rise to his jabs and return them with your own. It only feeds into his rampant desire for you, intoxicated by handling the feral nature of you, taming you with teasing endearments turned into rasping, sweet nothings as he buries himself inside you. You know you’ll go willingly even though you bite at him like something wild, slightly feral, knowing that at the end of this you’ll surrender to his carnal desires only because it feels so good.

You catch the waitress out of the corner of your eye, see her blonde hair cascade in girlish waves out of her ponytail, french-tip nails holding her ticketbook as she sways over to your table. She’s pretty, thin, looks like something out of those 60’s advertisements done in acrylic posters.

“What can I getcha, hon?” She asks, voice a thick Texas drawl as she cocks her hip, staring straight at Graves. Attentive. Suggestive.

It makes your eyes narrow.

Graves looks up like he’s noticed her for the first time, offering a polite smile, different from the one he’s given you.

“Coffee. Black.” He provides, slinging an arm over the back of his seat. “I’ll have the fried catfish sandwich and okra. Fries on the side, biscuits too.”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

Hmm.

You’re ready to order when Graves then points at you. You think he’ll pull a smartass move, declare your affinity for a fresh salad and fruit. Instead he supplies: “This little lady right here will have a burger, medium rare. The works, bacon, egg, all that. Plus onion rings and a coke.”

You open your mouth to protest, but find nothing to object to. In fact, when you frown in a mild pout, your stomach only rumbles in yawning hunger. Graves shoots you a look.

“And no pickles.” He adds, grinning wolfishly. You’re not sure if you want to bite or kiss him.

The waitress scribbles down all of the above in quick shorthand. “Anything else?”

Graves purses his lips, considering. “Chips and queso.” He supplies with a small gesture of his hand. “Thank ya, darlin’.”

The waitress seems to perk up at that, smiling happily before striding off towards the kitchen. You watch her go, trace her back until she vanishes behind the swinging door, and only then do you catch Graves staring at you.

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow at you contemplatively. “Am I not giving you enough attention, babygirl?”

Are you jealous?

You scoff, averting your eyes so he doesn’t see the flash of surprise and bashfulness that flickers across your gaze. “Hardly.” You tell him, and your commander only hums, pressing his boot a little more firmly against your calf.

You shoot him an annoyed look. “Quit it.” You grumble, and just as you expect Graves only grins, eyes twinkling at your bite.

“Can’t help it.” He drawls. “I’m a long legged man.”

You tilt your head at him, a mischievous smile forming on your lips as you consider his words.

“You’re 5’11.” You correct him. “I know plenty of Shadows that have a few inches on you.”

Graves’ eyes flash at that, and you know you’ve gotten under his skin just a bit by the way his gaze turns just a little sharp before melting back into easy confidence.

“I compensate in other ways, darlin’. You know that.”

You thin your lips at that, know that for all intents and purposes, he’s right.

Graves takes in your silence and laughs, pleased.

“Don’t pout.” He tuts at you. “If you need a reminder later, let me know.”

The last time he gave you a ‘reminder’ you’d walked on wobbly legs for two days afterwards, bruises tracing abstract patterns up your chest and throat. And Graves, damnable Graves, had strutted around the compound like a prized rooster crowing at the sun for all the things he knew he had done to you. You’d seethed about it, of course, his egoism, but even then you couldn’t stop the memory of him from poisoning the slow fester of your attraction to him.

His hands on your wrists, your legs over his shoulders. The hickeys he’s sucked into your throat bloom dark against your skin. You toss your head under him, lips parted in desperate little whines as he grinds himself into you with unerring precision. His back is scratched to hell, and he moans at the burn of it, drunk on the hurt and the intoxicating process of watching your wild nature fold to utter, mewling surrender under him.

“Feel good, baby?” He drawls, voice hoarse with his groans as his hips slap against yours. It shakes the bed. “Can’t even talk because you’re so cockdrunk, aren’t ya, little spitfire?”

And you, you had given into him, had surrendered to his endearing, teasing taunts, had folded under him like you belonged there.

Your thighs threaten to close at the memory, and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by your commander, who’s face lights up in realization.

“Yeah?” He provides, shifting forward eagerly. “Bet you’d like that, babygirl.”

“Piss off.” You snap, even though the temptation of it roils inside you with undeniable interest.

Graves whistles, long and low, puckering his lips and feigning surprise. “I like that bark, sweetheart. You know I do, but…”

Graves leers at you.

“I like it better when you bite.”

You choke.

It’s not unlike him to be this brazen, far from it. Yet his taunting is usually reserved for the more private moments, the ones where he crowds you into the shadows of the armory or behind the barracks, seizes your lips in a domineering kiss until you gasp against him. He leaves you like that after, having barely touched you, smirking with that twinkle in his eyes and sauntering off to leave you exactly as he intended. Dizzy, chest rising, mind fuzzy with want.

Here, however, in this place with a sparse collection of other diners, where the blonde waitress peeks from the porthole of the kitchen door, you feel yourself warm under his intent stare, mouth pressing into a thin, flustered line as you avoid his gaze.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You do, instinctively. That tone, when his voice dips lower, less playful, heavy with intent, always summons your attention. It means listen, eyes up, come here.

You merely glance at him, not entirely turning. Avoiding him still, feeding into this game that you both enjoy so dearly.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” You drawl, and you know if it weren’t for the table between you Graves would close the distance and seize your chin to make you look. You smile at that in a way he can see, watch the way fire flickers across his eyes at the rebellious streak in you. He loves it. Loves the way you refuse to obey. It’s a challenge he’s greedy to accept, a temptation he can’t resist. The act of making you surrender is an addiction in of itself, a warm swimming desire that feeds into his veins. He’s drunk on the act of taming you, can’t resist riling you up only to put you down.

It feeds his ego, you think- his oozing confidence that doesn’t buckle even under artillery fire. Graves knows what he is capable of.

Knows he’s capable of taming you.

Before he can respond to your taunt, the waitress reappears with an entire platter of food. Fries, chips, onion rings, queso, drinks, a burger, okra, and a piece of catfish perfectly fried. The steam wafts up from the linoleum table, and you can’t help your eyes fluttering at the intoxicating smell of perfectly greasy food.

“Anything else, sweetpea?” The waitress asks in a sing-song little voice, still trying to draw Graves' attention. He looks up at her, tilting his head and softening his eyes just for a moment. You think he’ll flirt with her, maybe compliment her bright pink lipstick.

“That’s all.” He provides instead, short in a way that makes you blink as you watch the rejection pass over the waitress’s face. She nods distantly before vanishing, and Graves doesn’t give her a second glance before he’s lifting his sandwich up and tearing into it like a coyote with a piece of raw meat.

You survey the table, the wealth of food you know you won’t finish. It’s decadent to the point of excess, and as Graves sucks the sauce from his fingers messily you blink at the spread.

“Christ, Graves.” You breathe. “There’s enough here to feed the base.”

Graves hums around the next bite of his food.

“I gotta keep my girl fed.” He provides through a full mouth, and when you scold him for manners he only grins at you before nodding to your burger. “I know you’re hungry, eat up.”

You grumble at him but happily oblige, biting into the meat of your burger. Flavor and warmth explodes across your senses, and before you can help it you moan.

Graves barks a laugh, nudges you once again under the table.

“Atta girl.” He provides, and you’re too lost in your food to care about the slight mocking tone of his, eyes scrunching shut and savoring the next bite.

“My little carnivore.” He croons, and you do nudge him with your boot at that, shooting him a glare. His eyes only twinkle with mischief before he returns to his own food.

It takes time for you both to devour the table full of food with its queso laden chips and golden brown onion rings, the fries that leave grease stains on the wax paper. Graves waggles a piece of okra in front of your face, and you finally give into his cajoling before eating it straight from his hand.

When his knuckles graze under your chin, you resist the urge to bite him.

Eventually you slump back in your seat with a heavy, pleased sigh, hands over your full stomach and immensely satisfied at the warmth of the food that curls there. Graves sips at his coffee, and how he manages to drink it black after eating that amount of grease is beyond you.

“Feel good, babygirl?” He asks, perhaps a little too smugly, but you can’t bring yourself to pay him much mind.

“Mm-hmm.” You hum happily, a lazy pleased smile across your face as you look at him.

For a moment, you swear you catch something that veers dangerously close to tenderness.

“How am I supposed to get us both on the bike after all this?” He snarks instead, gesturing to the mess of empty plastic baskets and crumbs you’ve both left.

You shrug, unable to hide a cheeky smile. “I could probably ride back and get a couple of strong shadows to haul you onto a truck.” You suggest, and in a rare moment of surprise Graves chokes on his coffee. You grin victoriously at him when he wipes at his chin before turning to you with his eyes narrowed.

“Brat.”

You shrug. “Guilty.”

Despite the scolding, Graves is smiling, and you can’t help but smile back.

You cringe when the bill is slid onto the table, but Graves doesn’t even blink when he deposits a fat wad of cash before standing and bringing you with him. He keeps a hand at the small of your back as you both exit into the cool night air, and if you didn’t know better you’d swear he was being a gentleman.

Yet then the hand snakes up to your back, and you nearly stumble in surprise as Graves thumps you a few times between the shoulders. You spin to face him, eyes wide in indignation.

“Are you trying to burp me?!” You gasp in mild outrage, and in perfect timing you have to swallow down a bubble of gas in hopes he doesn’t notice.

Graves grins, amused and pleased at the mildly scornful look in your eyes. He merely crowds you backwards until your backside bumps against the motorcycle, his hands catching you by your hips before he hauls himself flush against you.

You’re not ready for the way the blue of his eyes shift under the glow of the streetlamp, the sudden, dizzying desire he has when he locks his gaze on yours.

“You drive me crazy, you know that darlin?” He rasps, voice dragging breathily in his chest. It makes you soften against him in your shock, the sudden rapturous fixation of his voice that almost speaks of devotion.

You swallow, heart thumping uneasily in your chest, caught on the razor’s edge of him, afraid that if you get too close he might bleed you dry.

You almost want him to try.

“You’re already crazy.” You manage instead, flashing him a mischievous smile that only barely meets your eyes.

Graves laughs, and laughs again when you nip at his descending lips, a hand snaking up to cradle your skull and press you closer to him. Your hands seize the leather of his jacket in a desperate anchor, swept away by his sudden urge to devour you.

You’re always hiding in some ways from him, you think, ever distant and out of reach. You feign irritation to quell the thunder of your heartbeat, teetering on the precipice of caution and dangerous desire. If you surrender completely, fall into his jaws, you know he’ll only gobble you up like a wild animal. You fear somehow he’ll chew you until you’ve lost your taste and then leave the remains of your broken heart withering like starved desert flowers. You’re not sure if you can take it.

Yet in this moment, in the laughing kiss he presses against your parted lips, you wonder if perhaps this is meant to be forever.

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#graves x reader #graves x you #commander graves x reader #philip graves x reader #philip graves x you #reader insert #x reader #my writing #my fic #to add to masterlist #something something Graves is a wild Texas coyote #and I adore and hate him for it #if there's typos here I don't see them I'm not looking #anyways here's wonderwall ig

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shanastoryteller · 7 months

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Happy Pride 2023 Prompts

AKATSUKI NO YONA Excluded, Part 2

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER Ace!Zuko/Mai Modern ATLA AU

AVENGERS Three Faced Goddess

CHARMED The Once and Future King, Chris, Part 4

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Colonel Elric, Part 7 Ed and Ling are Betrothed, Part 10 Colonel Elric, Part 8

GODS AND MONSTERS Hestia and Hera Aphrodite on Hera

GOOD OMENS Supreme Archangel Raphael

HADES GAME Living Blood, Part 12 Living Blood, Part 13 Living Blood, Part 14

HARRY POTTER Time Travel Drarry, Part 6 Harry and the Twins, Part 26 Draco the Muggle Expert, Part 44 Triwizard Champion Draco, Part 12 Time Travel Drarry, Part 7 Triwizard Champion Draco, Part 13 SIAT Fruity Wolfstar Draco and the Twins, Part 34 SIAT Pansy SIAT Sophia SIAT Severus and Florean SIAT Tonks's Parents

MERLIN Ygraine, Part 5 Ygraine, Part 6

NARUTO The Yamanaka Twins - The Fourth

NIRVANA IN FIRE Girl Yan Yujin

PERCY JACKSON Momma Hera, Part 41

STAR TREK Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 5 Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 6

STAR WARS Ben and Poe, Part 3

TED LASSO Which Crisis

UNTAMED Lady Mo, Part 40 Lady Mo, Part 41 Marriage Assassin WQ, Part 9 First Disciple WWX, Part 14 Lady Mo, Part 42 First Disciple WWX, Part 15 Jiang Cheng Time Travel, Part 3 Lady Mo, Part 43 Lady Mo, Part 44 Girl Wei Wuxian, Part 12 Lady Mo, Part 45 Lady Mo, Part 46 First Disciple WWX, Part 16 Identity Porn AU, Part 4 Lady Mo, Part 47

WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE Carlos

YURI ON ICE Coach Yuuri, Part 6

#masterlist #the one masterlist to rule them all has also been updated #i think lady mo has the most parts of any prompts rn #wild

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winchester-girl67 · 6 months

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Wild Hearts Masterlist

Summary: Coming of age is hard enough without meeting the right guy at the wrong time. Yet, that’s exactly what happens for the reader when she finally starts to settle into her new town. Then she meets a party crasher at a bonfire with a few more scars than her own emotional ones.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 24k

***Heed the warnings and if any of this bothers you in any way, please just do not read it. I am not responsible for your media consumption.***

Warnings: UNDERAGE, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is almost 21), underage kiss with Dean, underage drinking, physical abuse by a parent (John), John is an asshole in this one, mentions of death, alcoholism, minor violence, injuries/blood/scars, angst, arguing, pining/jealousy, mature themes, language, slow burn, hurt/comfort, non-linear timeline, long distance relationship, infertility, couples' therapy, adoption, background pairings (Sam/Ruby & Sam/Jess - not at the same time, Benny/Cas, Bobby/Jody), kissing/cuddling, fluff

A/N: Inspired by: If I Fix You by Abigail Johnson and Wild Hearts by Keith Urban. Parts were also written for a bingo that I did not meet the deadline for, I kept only the quote prompts listed but did not count them.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 - Postcards From Dean

Part 5 - Six Years After Dean Left

Part 6 - Two Years After Dean Left

Part 7 - Ten Years After Dean Came Back

A/N: This series is complete.

#au!dean x reader #au!dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction #wild hearts masterlist

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justpoliteconversations · 3 months

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Masterlist

It's slowly growing. Best to organize the trash heap before it becomes a hoarding situation.

::FANART::

Wind + War's Scarf

::LINKED UNIVERSE::

Chain

Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Comfort [Yandere!Chain + Isekai!Reader]

Small Problems [Chain + Reader]

Glory Bound [Chain + Mercenary!Reader]

Human Things [Short Skit + Reader]

Sky

To Keep [Yandere!Sky x Isekai!Reader]

Time

Missed Communication [Time x Isekai!OC x Malon]

Graveyard Waltz [Deity!Reader + Fallen!Time]

Twilight

Favor [Twilight x Reader]

Four

By Omission

Gifts

Trust [Four + Veteran!Reader]

To Obtain [Yandere!Four x Isekai!Reader]

Soft Morning [Husband!Four x Reader]

Legend

Breakdown [Isekai!Reader + Legend/Marin]

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Of A Feather [Legend x Winged!Reader]

Hyrule

The Pinks

Warriors

The Negotiator [Reader + Mer!Warriors]

Comfort [Mer!Warriors + Reader]

Wind

Cuddles [Wind + Mother Figure]

Cuddles [Wind + Father Figure]

Misc

Olive Tree Sonnet [Warriors + Juniper (OC)]

Running Circles [Reader + ???!Link]

:: BREATH OF THE WILD::

Apple Merchant [Link x Isekai!Reader]

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

AM Alternate Extras: Embrace

Fall Birds [Link + Reader]

Harvest Season [Reader + Link]

:: Twilight Princess ::

Unsung Hero [Link + Veterinarian!Reader]

:: Hyrule Warriors ::

Lavender Armor [Servant!Reader + Link]

#masterlist #linked universe #legend of zelda breath of the wild #legend of zelda twilight princess #legend of zelda hyrule warriors

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haruu-luv · 1 month

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Yukichi Fukuzawa: @thedickpeoplewagewarsfor @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency

Ranpo Edogawa: @askranpo @fem-ranpo @ultradeduction @protectingidiots @ramuneranpo

Osamu Dazai: @never-gets-sick @doublesuicidelover @theonlyrealdazaiosamus-blog @catzai-osameow @royalbandages @the-biggest-odasaku-man-fan @suicidol-dz @corrupted-bandages @dazai-asks @femzaimybeloved @bandagesandblood @drowninginbeauty @disgracedprodigy @thesourceofsin @sweet-belladonna @osamudazaiisawoman @diamondzai @swimminginyokohamasrivers @kitsune-dazai @suizai

Atsushi Nakajima: @moonovermountain @beast-beneath-the-moon @weretigeratsu @panthera-tigristigris @chazukemylove @chazukelover5105 @atsushima

Akiko Yosano: @thou-shaltnot-die @dreaming-of-butterflies

Tanizaki Junichiro: @junichiros-light-snow @tanizakisiblings

Doppo Kunikida: @thematchlesspoet @manofhisideals @notamathematician

Kenji Miyazawa: @cows12345 @be-not-defeated-by-the-rain @undefeated-by-the-storm

Izumi Kyouka: @kyoukacat @flower-in-the-darkness @crepes-is-life @bunnykyoka

Katai Tayama: @sleepyykatai

#ONE TAG TO THE LIMIT #STOP MAKING DAZAI BLOGS THEY WONT FOR #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd masterlist #masterlist #blood sweat and tears #bsd roleplay #bsd rp blog #bsd rp #sorry in advance #the tags r wild #12pm motivation core #im actually doing the reat bc im halfway there

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itstheoneshot · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

Last year’s Kinktober was so much fun, and I know I’ve been super inactive this year but here we are again!

Masterlist under the cut, 1 fic a day for 31 days.

I hope y’all are ready for this one.

1: Hair Pulling - Onew

2: Roleplay - Suho

3: Facial - Jiwoong

4: Impact Play - Taeyong

5: Exhibitionism - Jonghyun

6: Age Gap/Power Imbalance - Xiumin

7: Pegging - Zhang Hao

8: Dubcon - San

9: Under the Desk - Key

10: Handcuffs - Chen

11: Medical Play - Taerae

12: Wet Dreams - Hyunjin

13: Breeding/Lactation - Minho

14: Feeding - Seok Matthew

15: Daddy Kink - Chanyeol

16: Role Reversal - Xiaojun

17: Lingerie/Stripping - Taemin

18: Teasing/Brat Taming - Baekhyun

19: Shibari - Ricky

20: Feet - Jaehyun

21: Corruption/Training - Lay

22: Pet Play - Gyuvin

23: Mommy Kink - Kai

24: Gender Swap - Hendery

25: Sixty-Nine - D.O.

26: Mind Control - Zitao

27: Aphrodisiacs - Yeosang

28: Car Sex - Luhan

29: Dollification/Objectification - Yuta

30: Caged - Sehun

31: Aftercare - Hanbin

#kpop kinktober #kinktober masterlist #kinktober #kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #if y’all thought last year was intense… you’re in for a wild ride this time #a couple of these are insane like fucked up btw

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Legend of Zelda Masterlist

Sidon

Headcannons

S/o thats social when it comes to games

Jealous of Link

S/o has Asthma

Crying S/o

Writing a Suicide Note TW

Smol aggressive S/o

Possessive S/o

Vampire S/o

Hesitant with touch S/o

S/o fears bigger people than themselves

Monster Fucker S/o

S/o whos constantly having a mental breakdown

Chaotic Good S/o

Low self esteem S/o

Easily injured s/o

Reader who cant swim

Poly SIdon/Link with a S/o who has self harm scars TW

S/o who is in a friend group of crack heads

Muzu yelling at S/o

Comforting his S/o through a bad week

Sidon opinion on whether s/o should be forcefully pregnant or not

7 Minutes in Heaven

Ex-villain S/o

Zelda

Clingy S/o

Most trusted guard S/o trying to leave

Mipha

Poly sidlink

Poly SIdon/Link with a S/o who has self harm scars TW

Sidon

Breeding

Blowjob

#YANDEREAFFECTIONS GOLDEN MASTERLIST #last updated 3/4/23 #link x you #yandere link #Sidon #sidon x reader #yandere sidon #loz #yandere loz #loz x reader #legend of zelda #yandere legend of zelda #yandere breath of the wild #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #botw #botw x reader #botw imagine #yandere botw

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jmvore · 7 months

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wild thought(s) m.list | pjm.

› Synopsis » Jimin used to write his thoughts and wishes down in a blog he kept online for people to read. That is until he met you and eventually he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing.

» Legend › Smut [🔞] | Fluff [☀] | Angst [ ☁ ] | Completed [✓] | Writing [✍] follow the tag for updates! #wildthoughts!jm

› RATING » 18+/Explicit › UPDATED » coming soon › GENRE » angst, smut, fluff. › AU » diary, established relationship › CHAPTER(S) » three › PAIRING(S) » Jimin x f!Reader (ft. other members) › STATUS » INCOMPLETE › PERMANENT TAG WARNING(S) » sub!jimin, domme!female reader, bi!jimin, pan!reader, kink shaming (by Jimin's past lover(s) not reader), Jimin is a soft boy, other warnings will be given on each chapter. › A/N » this was a series I had on my http-pjm account. I decided to bring it back because I wanted this to be a interactive series. meaning: you can send request for this! I already have three chapters I need to upload and some other ones that's been in the works but feel free to send something in for this!

request here ↠ please check this list of thing(s) that are off-limits. all I ask is that you respect my decision for not writing these things. ↠ hard NO list

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01 › window shopping ↺ you & jimin have s*x in front of your kitchen window. 02 › restaurant fun ↺ you have some fun in a restaurant. 03 › picnic date ↺ outdoor s*x 04 › cater to you ↺ you notice jimin's been stressed, you want to help him | request 05 › friend with benefits ↺ you invite a friend into your bed.

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01 › yours and Jimin fav activities together | request 02 › jimin gets jumped on the way home from the market | request 03 › stressed out Jimin after injuries

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#jimin x reader #jimin x you #sub!jimin #sub jimin #masterlist #jmvore #jimin fanfic #jimin scenarios #jimin drabbles #jimin imagines #jimin stories #wild thoughts!jm

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everlarkficquestions · 2 months

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Hey do you know if anyone’s written an everlark au that’s sorta like the bachelor?

Hi,

There is a story like that -

Panem’s Most Eligible by c_r_roberts

but be warned, it is incomplete and most likely abandoned.

This story is included on our Masterlist: Based on TV Shows.

#+#type ask #masterlist: based on tv shows #waywardangel-wilds

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𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼..

Summary: the one where they run but they don’t run far enough to not be found. - this is part three in the 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 series. Word count: 4.8k Warnings: Dimitri and Alexei trying to play masterminds & Gracie’s parents being awful per usual and doing the unthinkable. Upset Charles in this one I’m sorry guys💔 Note: part 4 will be just as eventful can you guess what will happen next?

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It was quiet in the library as reality crashed down onto both men after reading what they just read from the article.

Leave it to the media to never leave anyone alone.

They didn’t know what to do, on one hand they had a duty to serve under the crown but on the other, they had taken an oath to look after Gracelinde like she was their own and that meant letting her explore things like any young girl should be able to do, Royal or not.

“We’ve got to do something about this.” Dimitri said grimly. This could blow up in all of their faces and the only one who’d be hurt the most would be Gracie.

Alexei just nodded, he knew they had to tread lightly before things got out of hand. “I know, I just hope we can get a hold on it before it hits the fan.”

Dimitri was certain they could but they’d never get the chance to.

Because the two were summoned to Albert’s office.

“What is the meaning of this?” Albert asked as he threw the newspaper down on the desk.

Dimitri and Alexei stood with their hands clasped behind their backs as they stared at the cover of the front page, it was the same thing they saw on the article, a picture of Gracie and Charles holding hands as they walked down the streets of the city, the fact the dark haired man never saw any paparazzi is what unnerved him the most.

“Well?” The prince of Monaco asked expectedly.

Alexei looked at Dimitri shaking his head slightly, he knew what he was about to do and it wasn’t going to end well. But Dimitri had promised himself he would always stick up for his little girl.

So he took a step forward.

“Sir, with all due respect, it was just a simple outing. The Stroll boy introduced the two at the race and figured they would be good friends since they both live and grew up here in Monaco. So I took her to meet him for lunch at La Pampa. I wasn’t going to let them go off on their own, you know that. I stayed close by no more than ten feet away and let them enjoy a simple lunch. He was nothing but respectful the entire time, even walking her back to the square after they wanted to take a walk to talk more-”

“Do I look like I care about how respectful the boy was, Tvardovsky? Just make sure she doesn’t see the boy again, the Stroll boy and Schumacher are one thing because of the families they come from. This boy on the other hand has no business around Gracelinde.” Albert said, just about tired of the conversation.

“Sir, you've invited him to the palace in the past, in 2019 he was here you’ve met him-” Alexei tried speaking up but was silenced by the Prince raising his hand which caused him to shrink back and stay quiet.

“It won't happen again. Am I clear?” He asked with a glare.

“Crystal.” Dimitri gritted out as Alexei just nodded before they both were dismissed from his office.

As the door clicked shut behind the both of them Dimitri took off down the hall causing Alexei to stumble as he tried catching up to him.

“She’s seeing him again.” The brunette man said with an unreadable look, almost of determination.

“What! No! Are you crazy!?” Alexei whispered loudly to his boyfriend and colleague, he had to have lost his damn mind to think they were going to just disobey royal orders like that. “Albert gave us specific instructions for her to not see him again Dimitri. We could get fired!” He tried to reason with the taller man.

Dimitri came to a sudden stop turning to look at the glasses wearing man as he pointed a finger at him. “If we get fired, so be it. But I’m not going to sit back and watch the both of them try to control her now that they see she’s found someone worth living for. So either you’re with me on this, or I’m doing it alone.”

Alexei just looked at him silently, before nodding. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” He reassured him that he was all in as well. He just knew it would end up biting them in the ass later if they weren’t careful about this. They couldn’t tell Gracie about this, about her father forbidding her from seeing the boy, not when they were fixing to come up with a plan to make sure things stayed under wraps.

It didn’t take them long to come up with a plan.

Dimitri had set out; it didn't take him long to figure out where Charles lived, especially working under the royal family; all he had to do was make a phone call and he had the boy's address.

Once he made it to the Ferrari drivers apartment he stepped into the lobby easily making his way upstairs to the boys floor and front door. He took a breath before knocking, if he wasn’t home he was going to slip a note under the door. But thankfully he didn’t have to because the bright eyed boy opened the door with a look of confusion before he registered who it was standing in front of him.

“Dimitri, nice to see you.” Charles nodded with a small nervous smile wondering what the older man was doing on his doorstep at 8am.

“Charles, nice to see you again as well. I realized that when you brought Gracie back to the palace that you had no way of contacting her again and she you. So I took it upon myself to come see you as a messenger of sorts.” The older man said with a nod, “May I come in?”

“Yes, yes of course please come in.” Charles said quickly as he stepped out of the way letting the brunette man into his apartment before gently shutting the door behind him.

“I’ve come by to let you know that Gracie does want to see you again, before you have to head out for your race in Azerbaijan. But I’m afraid we’ve run into a few issues.” Dimitri said as he stood in the boys living room. “It seems as though the media has caught wind of you two’s outing, and it’s gotten back to Albert who is less than pleased on the matter seeing as he and Nikolai’s parents have been trying to get the two to marry for the last few years now.”

Charles just stood there as he listened to Dimitri talk. Was he going to say that he couldn’t see the blonde girl anymore? He knew about the arranged marriage the two had, Gracie had told him how she was against it as was the dark haired boy who had a girlfriend himself.

“Now now, don’t fret. Alexei and I take pride in making sure Gracie is happy, and you have brought her more happiness in the one day you’ve spent together than in the whole seventeen years I’ve known her. So I'm not saying you have to stop seeing her. I'm saying if you’re going to then it needs to be well thought out and planned to a T to where we can throw the media off your guys trail they cannot know you two are seeing each other. Understand?”

“Yes, yes I understand, perfectly.” Charles nodded quickly, relaxing a little bit at hearing that he didn’t have to stop seeing Gracie but that they’d just have to do it in secret. He didn’t really know how well that was going to work but he was willing to give it a try nonetheless because he really liked Gracie.

So the two got to planning, he needed to leave by late Wednesday night to make it to Azerbaijan for media and things on Thursday. So they would go out together Wednesday morning and be back by Ten while Dimitri and Alexei would make a diversion with the media.

And so the plan began.

Charles had taken Dimitri's advice and taken Gracie on a day trip to Milan, both of them figuring it would be harder to spot the two of them in the Italian city unlike Monaco, which was very small and everyone practically knew everyone it was almost a foolproof plan.

The two had met up with Pierre who offered to take them around to different spots, he knew Charles had seen them already but that the blonde princess hadn’t, seeing as his best friend explained she didn’t get to get out much. He thought that was a bit sad.

Unlike Charles and Gracelinde, Pierre could walk freely about Milan without swarms of people following him or crowding him which made it easier for the three to just have a calm day blending in with everyone else touring the city. Even though the couple was dressed in minimal disguises just to be safe.

They did normal tourist things, grabbed lunch, shopped and enjoyed just being normal people for a while, something the three of them didn’t get to do very often due to their careers and being a royal. By sunset everything was winding down and Charles knew he had to get Gracie back before ten because Dimitri could only stall for so long.

“We should probably head back soon, it’s getting late.” Charles sighed, he didn’t want to have to bring the bubbly blonde back to the confined walls of the palace that overlooked the city they both grew up in but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you again Pierre, for taking the time to hangout with us today. It was really fun.” Gracie smiled as she and Charles walked out of the restaurant with the Frenchman, they had a bit of a walk back to Charles' car so they chatted idly.

“It’s no problem really, Charles never shuts up about you. So it was great to officially meet you, us boys thought he was trying to pull a fast one over on us.” Pierre grinned when he saw how red Charles' face got at him, admitting that he had been talking about the blue eyed girl to the rest of the guys on the grid.

Gracie could feel Charles hand on her waistline, they were out in plain sight of the streets in Milan and had let it slip their mind that they were in fact very public figures as people whispered as they walked past by.

It was a bad sign.

As they got closer to Charles' car, Pierre stopped them so they could take a group photo. Charles hadn’t let them take any the whole day, more so just wanting him and Gracie to live in the moment but he figured one couldn’t hurt, to at least remember the fun they had today.

But Pierre being Pierre, absentmindedly posted the picture of the three of them on his Instagram story thinking nothing of it.

What the Frenchman didn’t realize was the domino effect that singular post would cause.

After Charles had helped Gracie get into the car he gave Pierre a bro hug before feeling his phone vibrate as he walked around to the drivers side, he pulled the device out to check it and paled at the notification.

“Pierre you’ve got to delete that” the Ferrari driver stressed after realizing his best friend had posted the picture of the three of them and tagged him, Dimitri had warned him that nobody could know that he and Gracie were still hanging out outside of him, Alexei, and her lady in waiting Annaslise.

Especially her parents.

A rule he had already harmlessly broken by meeting up with Pierre, but he figured his best friend could keep this to himself if Mick and Lance had known Gracie for years and never told a soul, but evidently not.

“Okay okay, my bad I didn’t know.” Pierre said as he quickly deleted the picture from his story two minutes after he posted it.

But unfortunately the damage had already been done.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, and love’s a fragile little flame that was going to get burnt out before it could even be fully lit.

Albert had people watching social media after realizing that Alexei and Dimitri were acting off, he had an inkling that Gracelinde was still seeing the Ferrari driver after he had told the two bodyguards that he didn’t want it happening again.

He should’ve known those two would eventually become a problem.

So when one of his men had informed him that a picture had been circulating on twitter of Gracie with Charles and his childhood friend it only solidified that they had defied his orders.

Charlene had been sent to the girls room, angry that she had gone against her fathers orders and seen the boy again when they had been planning the marriage between her and Nikolai for the last five years.

“We forbid you from seeing the boy and what do you do! You continue to see him Gracelinde! You’ve completely ignored not only Royal orders, but our orders!” Charlene shouted as she placed the suitcases on the younger girl's bed. “We had a plan for you, that would unite not only Monaco but Denmark and you’ve all but nearly ruined it now!”

Gracie had no idea what her mother had been talking about, nobody had told her that she couldn’t see Charles anymore. “I- I don’t understand nobody told me I couldn’t see him anymore??” She said softly, afraid of being shouted at again.

“Dimitri and Alexei knew you weren’t supposed to see him. It was an order they disobeyed.” Charlene bit out, as she finished packing the girls clothes and zipped up the suitcases. “You’ll be on the first train we can find later tonight. No more Alexei or Dimitri, they’ve crossed a line and will be dealt with accordingly. You are not to leave this room until then, understood?”

Gracie just looked at the woman who had brought her into the world who she used to look up to but the more she looked at the older woman standing in front of her she saw no signs of anything motherly in her at all. If anything Annalise was more of a mother to her than Charlene ever was, she wondered if the blonde woman ever even wanted her to begin with.

Sure she knew of her fathers affairs and the other children he had but they would never be allowed to take over the throne as heirs like she would be required to. The family had been in power for eight hundred years and they sure as hell wouldn’t let her ruin that whether she meant to or not.

All she could do was nod as tears streamed down her face. Charlene just looked at the girl for a second before shaking her head in disappointment with a loud sigh and walked out of the room slamming the door shut behind her making Gracie flinch as she let out the sobs she had been holding in not wanting to cry in front of the older woman in fear of pissing her off more.

She had been taught at a young age to never be out of line and crying was definitely out of line.

The only thing the blue eyed girl wanted was someone to love and care about her. Instead of trying to be forced into a marriage she didn’t want.

It wasn’t fair.

The blonde princess had been sitting on her window seat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out the window, tears running down her cheeks as reality set in for her, they were going to send her away.

Annalise walked into the girls room and frowned seeing how sad she looked. “Oh Gracie girl” she said softly as she walked over to the young girl pulling her into a hug. The older woman hated seeing her upset. “It’s going to be alright cheri.” She said gently, running a hand over her blonde locks.

“They’re sending me away Annie” Gracie sniffled as she tried to hold back her tears. “They’re what?!” The auburn haired woman asked as she pulled back to cup the blonde girl's cheeks as she looked at her. “What do you mean they’re sending you away?” She frowned at the comment.

They couldn’t do that, they wouldn’t, she thought.

But oh they would.

“They found out that I was still seeing Charles, so they’re sending me away. They’re not even letting Mitri and Lexi come with me, Charlene said they’d be dealt with for disobeying orders.” Gracie sniffled as she tried to stop crying. It was just making her more upset the more she thought about it. She didn’t even know where she was going and she wasn’t allowed to know in fear of her escaping or telling someone where she was going.

Annalise thought this all had to be a joke, but seeing the suitcases sitting on the girls bed it all suddenly became a harsh reality. “I will see if they’ll allow me to come with you, it’s the least they could do. They can’t send you away by yourself, it wouldn't be safe.” Despite Gracie being twenty three she had been sheltered all her life so emotionally she was still a teenager, never allowed to experience normal things that all the other girls did outside of royalty. “Okay sweet girl? Now, dry those tears.” She said gently rubbing her thumbs over the girl's flushed cheeks kissing the top of her head. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once the older woman left the room to go talk to her parents Gracie got up and walked over to her desk, she’d only have a few minutes to do what she needed to do. Pulling out a piece of paper and a pen she began writing as her tears fell on the letter quickly writing out what she could. She needed to let Charles know what was happening, that she wouldn’t ever forget the happiness that he brought her for the short time they’d known each other.

The blonde girl slipped the letter into the book Dimitri had let her borrow to read knowing he would find it and somehow make sure it got to the fellow Monegasque boy or at least she hoped he would.

Annalise tentatively walked into the Princes office after being told to come in.

“What is it Annalise don’t tell me there’s more problems that have come about I’ve about had it with that today.” Albert bit out as he looked up from his desk.

“No sir, I wanted to ask something of the two of you, if I may.” The French woman asked softly.

Albert glanced at Charlene and then motioned for her to go ahead.

“Gracelinde has told me of what is to come, and I would like to point out that wherever you plan on sending her to by herself isn’t safe. She’s hardly ever been outside the palace walls without people she has grown up around, she’d stick out like a sore thumb. But if you allow me to accompany her I’d watch her, and follow whatever instructions you give me to follow. I’ve never once stepped out of line and have proven my trust and loyalty to the both of you during all the years that I’ve looked after her and would like to continue to do so if you’ll allow that of me.” Annalise spoke calmly, but firmly.

She would not allow them to just send the girl away on her own, that would be like releasing something you’ve raised on your own into the wild expecting them to know how to fend for themselves. “She’s more likely to run off or escape if she’s not watched, but if she has someone she trusts around her she’s more likely to comply with the orders you give.”

Albert and Charlene thought it over for a few minutes; they knew the older woman wasn’t a threat like Dimitri and Alexei were. So they figured she wouldn’t tell a soul unlike the other two. Her willingness to follow orders had never been in question and she always followed whatever orders they had given her in regards to the girl.

So they allowed her to go along with Gracelinde.

The two boarded the train in Nice to London later that night. Albert and Charlene had given the auburn haired woman strict instructions.

Nobody was to know Gracie’s real name, the ballet school was already expecting enrollment under a false name, after a rather generous anonymous donation was made. The second they got to London she was to take Gracie to get her hair dyed auburn so nobody would suspect she was the Monegasque princess. If anyone asked she was the auburn haired woman's daughter.

Gracie felt like she was being made to live a double life like the Hannah Montana show Annalise let her watch as a kid, but only she couldn’t take a wig off, her parents had really ruined her life and stripped away any sense of normalcy she had grown to know over the past few years.

Charles on the other hand had a full two weeks, bouncing from Azerbaijan to Canada he didn’t hear from Gracie in that time, which wasn’t unlike her, he knew she had duties of her own to do so he thought nothing of it.

But when he got back to Monaco on the twentieth of June things felt

off.

The lively rich city for once felt barren and cold as the rain poured from the sky like angels crying. He remembered how Gracie had wanted to see him when he got back, at Le Petit Bar. It has quickly become their little spot. They both agreed to meet each other there at 6pm the day he got back.

But as he got there and the waiter led him to a table, he waited, and waited. He started looking around confused, Gracie was late, sure, he knew time could get away from her but she was never this late. It was nearing 7:30 now. He pulled out his phone to call Dimitri since the girl wasn’t permitted to have a phone but paused when two figures sat down across from him.

It was Alexei and Dimitri.

He didn’t see Gracie with them which was odd, she never went anywhere without at least one of them.

“She’s not coming, Kid.” Alexei said softly as he watched the younger boy look around confused, he hated that they had to break the news to him like this. It was breaking the glasses wearing man’s heart knowing how much Charles really cared about Gracie.

“What do you mean? Is she busy?” Charles asked, because he didn’t quite understand what was going on. Usually Dimitri would give him a heads up if something had come up and the blonde girl couldn’t make it. But something didn’t feel right with this. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

Dimitri sighed, rubbing his face, how was he supposed to tell the bright eyed boy that in the span of the two weeks he was busy bouncing across the world racing his heart out that her parents had up and sent her away like she was nothing but a burden to them all because they didn’t want her seeing him, didn’t want to let their daughter be happy for once, to actually be able to live her life with someone who would’ve cherished her more than they had.

“No son, she’s not here. They’ve sent her away, they somehow found out about you two’s trip to Milan. I don’t know how because we made sure it stayed airtight and nobody knew about it, somehow it got out and got back to Albert. He and Charlene had a meltdown and sent her away, we don’t know where they refused to tell us and wouldn’t let us go with her.” The brunette man said gravely still upset by the events that had happened over the past two weeks.

Charles felt his heart stop. He swore you could hear a hair pin drop in the restaurant, as they sat there.

No.

Pierre’s Instagram story.

The French boy never took the time to think before he posted anything and he just knew that's how people had found out and it got back to her parents despite him quickly deleting it.

People were always watching and someone snitched.

But hearing they had sent her away? They had just up and sent her away instead of letting her be happy?

What parents would ever do that.

He looked at the two with wide eyes, fearing that if he looked anywhere else he’d cry. His heart was breaking.

“We tried, we really did, kid. Trust me, we didn’t want her going as much as you didn’t. They only allowed Annalise to go with her, they didn’t see her as a threat unlike us, we disobeyed orders by letting her continue to see you.” Dimitri sighed. “We’re doing all we can to find her, we know they sent her out of the country but we can’t narrow it down to where, we know she’s in ballet so we’re trying to look at all the ballet schools across the globe to see if they had sent her to one of those or an all girls boarding school.”

Charles felt like everyone he loved was being ripped away from him, Jules, His dad, Anthione, and now his Gracie.

“You have a race coming up, Silverstone right?” Alexei asked tentatively, looking over at Charles who nodded gently, still trying to wrap his head around everything they had just told him. “The stroll boy, his father Lawrence? He could help. We’re under a gag order, if we talk or go looking for her they’d consider it treason against the country. But you and Lance can talk to him. He is the only hope of finding out where they sent Gracie. Nobody would ask questions if he went snooping around wanting to invest in a school under the guise of seeing if they have Gracie there.”

Dimitri nodded as he listened to Alexei speak, they had thought this through about a hundred times over. It was the only viable solution that they could come up with seeing as they couldn’t go looking for her themselves since Albert had people watching them. The two of them coming to talk to Charles was risky enough but they knew they at least had to let the poor boy know what had gone on in the span of the two weeks he had been gone.

“I’ll talk to him, Lance, he’ll want to help. He cares about Gracie a lot. I wouldn’t have met her had it not been for him.” Charles nodded, determined. He knew Lance would want to help, and would convince his father to help too. Lawrence didn’t like many people outside his family but he knew he had a soft spot for Gracie and would do anything for the bubbly blonde.

“Here kid, she left this, wanted me to get it to you.” Dimitri said, pulling the letter he had found in the book he let Gracie borrow a few weeks ago, out of his jacket pocket sliding it across the table to the boy as he and Alexei stood up. It would be the last time they’d see Charles for a while, hopefully the next time they’d see him their Gracie girl would be back home and safe but only time would tell.

Charles took the letter carefully, the beige envelope had “'il Predestinato” written across it in cursive and he knew he’d probably cry reading whatever was in the letter so he’d wait to read it when he got home. He nodded to the two older men. “Thank you. For coming and letting me know, I never would’ve known if you hadn’t. But I promise, I’ll do anything I can to help get her back.”

This was the one and only shot they had at finding their princess;

The only problem?

It would start a Great War if they succeeded.

#this one made me cry a bit writing it #part 4 is just as wild guys you’re not ready #imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #princess protection program #i know places #charles leclerc mini series #masterlist #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #royal au #f1 series #Royal au series

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🌩⋆* 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x brat!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | soft dark/dark undertones: this is TGM!Lloyd. AGE GAP, mean daddy!Lloyd, power imbalance, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, unprotected sex, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia. specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | At your most disobedient streak yet, your father’s best friend comes to visit. A limited collection written for my I Can Fix Him Party.

♡⋆* 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝗔/𝗡 | this is a collection so there isn’t a set storyline, it mainly consists of requests/prompts for my Lloyd party (now closed). No gifs/photos belong to me, [Pinterest board], all credits go to the original creators. [smut=*]. heed all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒: (REQUESTS CLOSED)

see: #lloyd x brat

Lloyd loves a brat*

you meet him at a bar*

college break*

going on vacation (cute domestic!lloyd)

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #wc drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots | fluff (not smut/angst)

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A yagirlwrites Masterlist

Hiiiiiii!! So excited for this chapter of yagirlwrites! Finally a masterlist! A bit about me - I love Rafe Cameron, sunsets, the sea, a good burger and my wonderful wonderful tumblr besties! Always happy to chat about whatever, especially our fav boy 🥰 This is a simp page!

I have a few fics out and about and I'm finally giving them a home where they can all be found if anyone is interested!

Warning: my work is intended for a mature audience (18+)

My work:

The Sounds of a Good Boy

Pairing: sub! Rafe Cameron x Reader (my very first fic💖)

Summary: Rafe meets a girl who makes him question everything he thought he knew about himself. He allows himself to submit for the first time and a whole new world of pleasure is opened up to him.

Wild Summer

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader (main), JJ Maybank x Reader, Kiara Carrera x Reader (maybe a few others🤫)

Synopsis: A new girl makes an appearance on the island, determined to have a Wild Summer before returning to her life and responsibilities. On the first night she meets Rafe and what she expected to be just a night of fun ends up complicated when emotions get involved. She's in denial, having her fun with other people while Rafe attempts to make her admit her feelings.

(Not) My Baby

Pairing: college! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsys: A College!AU Rafe Cameron. Enemies to lovers trope. A wedding date needed and a desperate Rafe willing to do whatever it takes to get his way. A fake dating trope. What more can we want, right?

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LoZ Wild Masterlist

Lore:

The Dragons

My Thoughts on Napsack Koroks

Happy Sidona Marriage

International Relations

Lynel Question

Missing Ordona Province - Original Post

Missing Ordona Province - Convo 1

Missing Ordona Province - Convo 2

The Wild Series is in the Fallen Hero Timeline

Greater Hyrule & the Hyrule Alliance

The Symbolism Behind Link's Rings & Sage Handshakes

Link's Personal Diary

Sailing Around the World

Light Spirit Springs in TotK

The Secret Stones

The Gerudo Feel Responsible For Ganondorf

Wild Might Have Alexithymia

Blacksmithing:

Blacksmiths

Zora Weaponry & Zoridium Steel

Namikaze no Odori Katana

Zora Weapons - Blood Warrior?

BotW VS TotK Weaponry

The Elemental Weapons

Zonai Mysteries:

Zonai Tech

Where TF is Rauru & Sonia's Child!?!?

Rito in the Sky With Constructs

Divided Sky Ruins

The Zonai Are Remlits

Ancient TotK Map

Food:

Goron Spice

Sky Island Fruits

Sundelion Oddity

Dragonsbane Flower

More Meat Variety

New Ingredient Ideas

Fashion:

Thoughts on the Cece Hat

Cece Brand Fungal Pirate Set

No Cece-Brand Wedding Gown?

My Thoughts on the Gerudo Vai Set

Desert Merchant Set

Random Fashion Thoughts - Gerudo Maternity Wear

My Opinions:

Link With Sheikah Tech Automail