Don't Play by the Rules

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[roguesandsaviors]

Hiatus notice:

Feeling a bit burned out. Both on fandom and overall creatively. It's been some time coming. I know I have a small handful of requests for Nano. I will eventually get to them, just not sure when.

This is notice: I am leaving Tumblr for the foreseeable future. I will not be checking notifications, I will not be looking at my inbox, I will not be responding to anything. Hit me up for discord if you still want to chat.

[easyvirgin-deactivated20160413]

happy Thursday the 20th

[askjennaflorida]

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

[mx-mythical-deactivated20260319]

next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th

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[apyr-the-struggler]

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thursday the 20th my dudes

[roguesandsaviors]

Fancy Dress and Necessary Schmoozing

Authors Note: While I didn't get enough requests to do a request a day for NanoWriMo, I did get some and promised to do them all. So, special thanks for @anna-hawk , who provided most and spammed my inbox. This prompt came from the November list and was "historic". Beyond the requested, specific prompt, I was given free reign to go with whatever character or situation I wanted. Decided to go with General Eron Ryle from the movie Cosmic Sin (one I will be forever salty about) for this one. Hope those that read enjoy. I promise I will get to some characters you enjoy soon enough anna-hawk.

November was a historic month for a multitude of reasons, especially depending on where one was in the world. Based in the United States, it was election month, Thanksgiving, Veterans days, but it was also the month that signified the anniversary of both the first colony set up on Mars, the establishment of the Alliance, and the first successful use of quantum propulsion tech. A rather big month for most of those involved.

Eron hated November. It was nothing but meetings and photo ops and all the things that he hated about work in the military. It wasn't what he had signed up for. You, as a historian, always loved the opportunity to discuss these things with people. The two of you couldn't have been more opposite, though there were entirely different reasons for it.

Which always made these things a little awkward. At least the day of. Eron had been grumpy all day. Part of you couldn't blame him. As a General, he so rarely got time off. And what he did, well, he couldn't be faulted for not wanting to spend it pretending to like half the people that he had to deal with. Events like these were all for show anyway. But, it didn't change the way that you felt a hint of excitement over it. Sure, it wasn't like you liked most of the people there, or even dealt with them on a regular basis but it was a chance to talk history and you loved it.

You moved over to him, a small smile on your face as you adjusted his collar just a little bit. Not that he really needed it, the man was meticulous when it came to his dress uniform. Meticulous about most things when it came to his work and his appearance for work. He looked down at you, his face a bit blank but eyes warm. He may have been stoic but you had come to learn his little ticks and subtle displays well enough. He was still grumpy about having to go but there was the softness that came when he dealt with you.

"It's just an hour," you reminded him gently, hands smoothly out the already crisp and wrinkle free jacket. You had to admit, the man could make a potato sack look good but something about him in his official dress uniform always made for good viewing. "You smile, you get through all the bullshit, and we get to come home. You have tomorrow off. The phone is going to be tossed out in the garage so no one can bother you. They can handle any crisis on their own for once. It isn't like the others can't do their damn jobs. And we will spend all day doing whatever you want to do." That should be enough incentive for the man.

"You're just looking forward to tonight because you get to speak to your heart's content," he teased in return, the corners of his lips finally tugging upward. His fingers brushed against your cheek, causing your eyes to shut just for a moment. The soft touch always made you weak at the knees.

"Maybe so. But that just means you don't have to be the subject of my lecture," you shot back, thankful that your voice stayed playful. It brought a laugh out of the man, finally getting him to relax a little before an evening that you knew he wouldn't enjoy. "And besides, you got to enjoy my outfit last night. Let me enjoy seeing you all dressed up."

"All right, all right. You got me there. Let's get going before I decide that we ain't going at all." You laughed and dropped your hands to his, giving them a small squeeze. He leaned in for a quick kiss, not letting himself linger so you could actually leave the house.

Arriving at the fancy hall that had been rented out for the occasion, you knew it would be a night of mostly sticking to Eron's side, schmoozing with those that didn't really care about what had to be said. These things were more about appearance than anything, though a few people might actually be interested in what you had to say. That wouldn't stop you from talking of course. A captive audience was a captive audience and one that couldn't say all that much. The history was important to remember, after all, none of them would have their jobs or the salary that they earned if it wasn't for what had happened all those years ago.

Of course, his attention was pulled immediately to some of the other high ranking officers. Thankfully, for the both of you really, he didn't have to deal with any media that was attending the event. That was for some of the others. Fingers laced, you stayed at his side, smiling and offering little bits of input into the conversation. It was mundane and fairly boring to begin with, and in that moment, you agreed with his assessment of events like this.

Until someone pulled your attention away. Sipping your drink, you were asked your opinion on how things had been established and offer some insight into what decisions had been made and why. This was really where you could get comfortable. Understanding the past, why decisions were made when they were made or at least the reasoning leading to them, and how it affected where you all were today was the area that you were comfortable. Current military strategy, spending budgets, personnel, and all that stuff? Not your forte.

You could feel eyes on you, knowing it was Eron. It made you want to smile. It was easy to fall into a pattern of offering explanations to questions, passing the time. No one really argued any points with you, a few of the conversations seemed to be more based in proving points than anything else and needing the facts to back it up.

A warm hand on your lower back told you that Eron had broken away from the grasp of those that demanded his attention. And now he was demanding yours. A brief pause, thankfully eh question that had been asked already received it's full answer.

"If you'll excuse me," you offered to your current company before moving off with the man that was itching to get out of there. "Finish up your obligations?" You laughed softly with the words, smiling up at him. He actually have you a roll of his eyes and it brought another laugh out of you.

"All done. They are going to wrap things up anyway. Got what needed to be done already done. Show up, talk with some of the press, get some good PR, and don't let anyone get too drunk." You hummed softly. "My job is done. So I'm ready to start my day off." The last comment brought a more playful smirk to his face, the promise of a lot of things to come.

"Mhm, I guess I can give up my captive audience. And I did promise that we can do whatever it was that you wanted to do with your day off." Likely it was going to consist of some time in bed and plenty of relaxing. The precious amount of time that he was granted had to be used to its full extent. You made sure that it was truly a relaxing day when you could. He deserved things like that when he was granted them. Eron worked hard, even if it was a time of peace within the Alliance.

"That you did. So, we are going to start that early. Gotta make full use of the time I got after all." Grabbing your hand, he began to lead you outside and only once you were in the safety of his truck did he lean over and kiss you. "You aren't the only one enjoying the sights tonight. Didn't mention it earlier but you look absolutely gorgeous tonight." His voice was soft as he spoke and there was another glimpse of that gentle side. His hand found your thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"Now, we are gonna grab some food, get home, strip down, and enjoy the rest of the evening doing absolutely nothing."

"Strip down and nothing huh?" He chuckled and the engine turned over, the headlights piercing the darkness of the night around you.

"Night's still young sweetheart. And you said whatever I want. You'll just have to wait and see."

[lucy-sky]

Terrible Pick-up Lines (Roy Pulver x f!Reader)

My second attempt of writing Frank’s character, and this time it’s a charming dumbass Roy from Boss Level :) Yes. Finally it happened.

Warnings: PWP (oral sex - f receiving, also rough sex is vaguely mentioned); alcohol consumption - you meet in the bar… And that’s about all. I rate it as mature.

Words: 1 632; gif by me; AO3 link if you prefer to read there

Tagging those who might be interested, BUT feel free to ignore it if you’re not: @thefasstasticvoyage, @chaoticrambles, @skvatnavle, @lunamoon-87​

There has to be a first time for everything. And… Last night apparently was your first ever one night stand. Or how else are you supposed to call it? You don’t know. But there he is, sleeping soundly in bed next to you, in your bed. A man you didn’t know until yesterday night. 

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That night you were sitting at the bar counter, sipping your rum and coke and wondering how the hell you actually got here. You’ve never even believed in internet dating, so how, HOW did it happen? It’s just that your friend was extremely convincing. And yeah, you’ve been single for too long, apparently. Anyway, a part of you still had doubts, and turned out this part was right - 40 minutes of waiting and already your second drink, but your date still didn’t show up. Were you upset about it? Not really. Mostly just disappointed and slightly angry. Such a waste of a Friday night. 

“Hey, you mind if I sit here? It’s kinda crowded.”

A tall dark-haired man pointed at the bar stool near you.

“Sure”, you nodded. 

“Great.”

The man sat down, and you took another sip of your drink. Even without looking at him you still could feel him eyeing you curiously. You sighed. The best decision would be to finish your drink and leave if you didn’t want to get in trouble.

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[roguesandsaviors]

Well, (going off the tags) any time you don't feel like suffering alone, I will happily suffer with you ;) This was great. There certainly isn't enough love for Roy out there and I have to agree. He does seem like the sort of guy to be wholly and utterly smug after that. Definitely felt true to his attitude in the movie, at least in the beginning before we see him as someone who let's himself have connections that run deeper than expected. Thanks for much for sharing! Looking forward for more..

[roguesandsaviors]

The Space Between

Author’s Note: This is a request that I have had for awhile. I wrote it and re-wrote it a few times. Hope you enjoy this @witchygagirl​. The prompt was “ Person A does not want to be alone right now, but they’re struggling with telling Person B that. “ for Brock Rumlow or Negan. I ended up going angsty with this one. I mixed it up a bit with another prompt bit in the end I think this worked.

Something was wrong. The cagey way that Brock was looking around as if you were in the middle of a mission and not headquarters, the tension in his jaw was all a sign. Subtle as they were but you had learned to recognize them. You would have known them even if you hadn't spent an exorbitant amount of time with him. The pit in your gut over it was not something that you wanted to deal with, not when you could feel the pain still radiating in the back of your head, the ache in your legs, and the deep throb of the wrist that was surely broken demanded to be seen to.

Unfortunately, you had to set that aside, the peace you had felt returning to base had been wiped away as adrenaline started to ramp up again. He hadn't been happy to see you back, expecting the mission to have taken longer. That much was obvious as the surprise had been clear as day on his face as you marched into the office, ready to rip into him over the recruit that had been put with you. The one that had nearly gotten you killed. It wasn't like him, to be so sloppy with your life.

"Brock, what's going on?" He stood up and you blocked him from leaving the room. The words failed for a moment at the pained look that he turned on you. You didn't want him to leave, like he seemed to want to right in that moment. Something wasn't right.

"Go down to the med bay, get checked out." You swallowed hard, knowing that he was keeping something from you. There was a second, a brief pause when he seemed to want to say something else. "You need that wrist set. Go down to the med bay. We'll talk after you are seen." There wasn't much else you could do at that moment. He was hiding behind the worry. Still, you consented, giving a small nod. After the day that you had, you didn't want to be alone in the med bay. The words stuck in your throat though. At work, it was difficult to say, more difficult to hide. Not to mention, his attitude was enough to make you want to not leave him alone. What if he was about to do something stupid?

"Okay. Fine. But I expect to see you down there in a half hour." There was an attempt to be stern but it came out much more concerned, even to your ears. You allowed yourself to step aside, watching him head off of the office and towards the stairs. Bastard knew that you couldn't follow him that way, forced to take the elevator to the med bay.

Wrist set, wrapped up, the back of your head stitched, there was nothing left for them to look over. A reminder to take it easy for a few days, being off duty a requirement. Brock still hadn't shown his face and that pit that you had on your stomach was only growing heavier. The sort that hung around right before something awful happened on a mission. It was one that you couldn't shake.

And rightfully so as the alarms in the building started to sound, signaling something was indeed very, very wrong. Few people around you seemed to know what was going on, a little bit of panic palpable among those that went running by you. Injured or not, if there was a threat, it was your responsibility to see it handled.

Pulling your weapon, knowing having only one good hand would be a hindrance to your ability to shoot, you moved forward. No one was able to give your information and when you finally caught sight of Brock, you felt a little bit of relief.

"Brock!" He froze, his shoulders practically raising to his ears. His head was slow to turn and you found yourself slowing down, stopping a few feet from him. The alarms were wailing, echoing throughout the building. "What's going on?"

"You need to leave." That was not the answer that you expected. The tone of his voice was off too, like it wasn't pleasant for him to say that. Before anything else could be said, you heard Captain Rogers come over the intercom, explaining what was happening. A horrified realization washed over you, your eyes locked on to him. You wanted to beg him to tell you what was being said wasn't true. The man before you, the one that you had come to live with, rely on, love was Hydra?

There was a sense of sorrow that clung to him, one that you hadn't seen in the entire time that you knew him.

"You don't have to do what you are about to do..." A round about way of asking him to stay, do the right thing. You didn't want him going. This could be fixed, at least that's what you kept telling yourself. Shock had that effect of utter denial. "We can fix this." An unspoken plea to ask him not to leave you. If he made this choice, if he followed through, there was nothing that could be done to salvage this. He would be lost to you forever and you knew that.

"I'm sorry." The words felt heavy, a door slamming shut and an abrupt slap to the face. Your legs felt like lead weights. You couldn't stop him; it was the right thing to do, you knew that, but you couldn't bring yourself to raise your gun and shoot him. He meant too much to you, even with this betrayal. Maybe if you had asked him to stay before, if you have demanded he come to the med bay, maybe you could have talked him out of whatever it was that was happening. That was the past though and nothing was ever going to be right again. Your world had been ripped out from under your feet.

[fighterkimburgess]

IATSE just announced a strike from October 18th at 12.01am (PDT)

Reminder folks - this will shut down production. There’ll be no new shows. We’ll probably get truncated seasons of shows. But the health and safety of workers is so much more important than our enjoyment. There’s fandom in the meantime.

If I see anyone on my dash talking shit about unions and keeping workers safe, im blocking you. These workers who make up the backbone of the media we love are so much more important than they’re treated, and deserve better pay and conditions. End. Of. Story.

[hawnks]

*takes a knee* hey gang

so you may or may not know this, but the tumblr metrics system works in a really interesting way where it literally does not count likes. only reblogs. that means if something gets 100 likes and 5 reblogs, that thing actually registers as having 5 notes.

i don’t know how everyone finds fic on tumblr, but i tend to go through the tags. what ends up happening is a lot of really great fic gets buried because it was posted, like, a day ago, so it doesn’t show up in “recent” and it doesn’t show up in “top” because of lack of interaction.

reblogging is vital to keeping this community alive, otherwise we stagnate

[hawnks]

okay since this is in my notifs again: I don’t mean only reblogs show up as notes (the little number in the bottom corner of posts). I mean that tumblr has an algorithm, the same as YouTube or tiktok, and the algorithm only registers reblogs. That means that what shows up at the top of the tags and in recommendations all comes down to the number of reblogs.

Reblogging is not just important to show creators support— we as a community will literally not be able to find new content unless it circulates or ends up at a visible place in the tags.

[dollsahoy]

tl;dr--Tumblr does have an algorithm, and that algorithm doesn't change what you see on your dash, but it does change what you see when you search, and that algorithm only pays attention to reblogs.

(and now I'm wondering if this is related to why you often can't find something on your own blog that you know exists, because there's a badly-coded algorithm there going "what? you want to see something? on your own blog? but...the reblogs...")

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

i'm getting real sappy over the realization that laszlo said "fuck you" to the entirety of england after a classist club of douchebags mocked nadja and called her a peasant and now in the present day laszlo almost exclusively introduces and refers to her as "my lady wife"

[writinglionqueen]

[a-supernova-girl]

Written in Blood - Vampire!Nick Monohan x Fem!Reader *NSFW*

This was going to be the final entry of Smutober, but…that just didn’t fucking happen, I still have 5 more fics to write for Smutober that are going to spill over into November. So! This is entry 11 of 16 for Frank Grillo Smutober. If you are not aware, Nick Monohan is Frank’s Chief of Police character from the single season series, The Gates. The Gates is a community of about 90% normal humans, 10% supernatural beings such as vampires, werewolves, witches, succubi, etc, and The Gates is a community that is basically a safe haven for these supernatural individuals. I basically disregarded the last couple episodes of the series because they take a weird, dark turn, and it’s just easier this way You probably don’t need to watch the series to enjoy the fic, but you can find it on places like VUDU if you want to check it out. Gif belongs to @roguesandsaviors​

“Chief?” she asked, but he looked as if he were in a daze as he stared in her direction. “Chief Monohan…Nick!” she finally called out, and he shook his head slightly, immediately looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Chief, you were staring at me like I was the last sprinkle donut,” she cut in, watched as his lips formed a subtle smile.

“Cop jokes, that’s…that’s hilarious. Don’t you have work to do?” he rasped, but she squinted her eyes at him, turning in her swivel chair to face him directly.

“You were the one looking at me like I was dinner. What is up with you lately?” Nick looked away, embarrassed. Dinner, indeed. He hadn’t had a drop of blood in days, and his self-control was reaching it’s limit.

“Don’t…don’t worry about me, I’ll…” he snuck another glance at her throat before forcing himself to take a step back toward his office, “I’ll manage.”

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[roguesandsaviors]

All right, so you know that I have been excited about this from the moment you mentioned the possibility of it being a thing. And it surpassed all expectations! It was utterly amazing. I loved the set up, I loved the back and forth between them both as the tension built. You could really feel that worry and concern that Nick had about the whole thing. Rightfully so given the possible ramifications if something were to go wrong. Definitely not something that you would want to explain. And good help is hard to find after all. Nick certainly had some serious self control to have lasted as long as he did. That is sheer determination (and at some point a little stupidity). I couldn't say that I wouldn't offer myself up...😅😅😅. The smut was on point for sure (as always). I mean, who would complain about that? Seems right that he would be giving after taking. Absolutely loved it. Thanks so much for sharing. ❤️❤️❤️

[a-supernova-girl]

Knockout - Frank Campana x Fem!OC *NSFW*

I’m calling this X OC only because an aspect of the story caters to a very specific body type, and I wouldn’t feel right calling it X Reader because of that. No names, no physical descriptions, just an inferred body type based on certain clothing choices. Finally, entry 10 of 16 for Smutober. I would just like to say that I don’t care about MMA but I do enjoy boxing more than any other sport, and I miss HBO Boxing. Also, I think we can pretty much agree that Frank Campana walked Alvey Kulina could run. Alvey’s very sexy, but Coach Campana needs some love too. And I made up his birthdate out of plot convenience because I already have my Halloween entry written for someone else. Gif belongs to @roguesandsaviors​

“Come on, kids, Halloween’s not ‘til next…week,” MMA coach Frank Campana opened his front door to the sound of knocking, expecting early trick-or-treaters, but not anticipating the costume he found his visitor dressed in.

“Well, gosh, mister, I was hoping for something tasty,” came the response of his girlfriend, standing on his porch, biting her lips as he stood there in silence, looking her up and down.

“I, uh…hmm,” was all he managed, his vision glued to the bright red 'uniform’ she donned.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, a fake pout in her voice, her eyes focused on his.

“No, I, uh…I do, but…what’s the occasion?” he rasped, reaching for her shoulder and guiding her to turn around for him so he could get a look at the ensemble from every angle.

“It’s your birthday, old man,” she answered, smirking when he audibly scoffed.

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[roguesandsaviors]

10! Number 10 this month alone! Congrats (as I am going to say obviously with each fic you post). It's a huge accomplishment and you should definitely feel like it is that you have done so much work this month and gifted us with such amazing content. I liked how caught off guard Frank was initially, seeming to forget that it was his birthday when he caught sight of her. That's exactly what you want when you do something like that for your boyfriend. 🤣 The idea of getting it all tailored for the sake of easy access? I'm sure it was very appreciated by the man. A fun little addition I'm sure threw the tailor. Thanks for sharing!

[roguesandsaviors]

Frank Grillo as Frank Campana in Warrior

Another set for @thefasstasticvoyage

[darlingshane]

Info

I only write for Jon Bernthal’s Characters and Kastle.

Most of my fics are mature/explicit and reader is always 20+.  

I hardly give any physical description on reader inserts, but I slip on occasion and describe them with long hair and short stature.

As a personal preference when reading and writing, I never use Y/N and similar.

Kastle (Daredevil and The Punisher)

Coming Up Roses

Office Christmas Party

Uncharted Abyss

You Keep Saying that

Something About us [Frank x Karen x F!Reader]

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Unbounded: First Scene: Impact Play [Frank x F!Reader]

Unbounded: Second Scene: Roleplay [Frank x F!Reader]

Shane Walsh (The Walking Dead)

Aiming in the Dark [Shane x OFC]

AITD Verse: Trapped [Shane x OFC]  

AITD Verse: Get Some [Shane x OFC]

AITD Verse: Summer [Shane x OFC]

Less Than a Full Moon [Shane & OFC]

Just Another Tuesday [Shane x F!Reader] 

Everything I Wanted [Shane x F!Reader]

Sh, Sh, Sh  [Shane x F!Reader]

Julian Kaye (American Gigolo)

Expensive Delights Series [Julian Kaye x F!Reader]

Other Characters

Candy & Popcorn [Sam Rossi x F!Reader]

Mad, Mad, Mad [Braxton x F!Reader]

Mixtape [Ethan Sawyer x F!Reader]

The Breadth of an Ocean [The Mute x F!Reader]

[a-supernova-girl]

Wicked Game - Sloan x Fem!Reader *NSFW*

Welcome to entry 9 of 16 for Smutober…technically. I originally developed the concept for this fic several months ago, but never got around to writing it, and since I wanted to write a Sloan entry for Smutober and didn’t have any other ideas immediately springing to mind, this is what I went with. I knew it would be time consuming and longer than my previous Smutober entries, but it ended up being my 2nd longest oneshot ever at over 7,200 words, so you’ve been warning in advance. I’ve been writing on this every day for 5 days in a row, and it’s pushed back my smutober entries a bit, but engagement has been so low that I doubt most of you care all that much. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labor. I’m not going to put any content warnings because everything ends up consensual, and nothing outside of murder was ever in his plans. Not looking to make any Frank Grillo character any kind of sexual predator on this blog, but you all should know that by now. The movie is on Hulu at the time of posting if you haven’t watched it. Gif is mine.

“Six more fucking months?” Charlie whispered animatedly as he conversed from across the table with Sloan inside the visitation room of the prison in which the latter currently resided.

“You fuckin’ heard me,” Sloan practically hissed, his hands forming into fists just past the shackles that clung to his wrists as he discussed with his partner in crime his newly extended sentence. “Little prick was in the right place at the right time and ratted me out at the first fucking opportunity.”

“So that’s…Jesus, eight months until you get released,” Charlie determined, and Sloan nodded his head, his gaze shifting from the Charlie to the door at the end of the room as it opened, another inmate walking through it.

“Shit, there he fucking is too, the little…” Sloan stared in the direction of the prisoner, who noticed him and immediately shifted his gaze away, toward anything but the intimidating man across the room. He found a table as far away from Sloan as possible, taking the seat facing away from him, and sat quietly as he awaited his visitor.

“What’s he in for,” Charlie whispered, glancing over his shoulder to get a better look at the inmate. He looked meek enough, skittish, nervous. He’d looked that way before he’d even noticed Sloan, but the intense stare that he’d cast was enough to leave him beyond anxious.

“Don’t know, but he’s got years on his sentence, I’ll be out long before he is if I play my cards right,” Sloan spoke in a quiet tone, not looking to gather any more attention under the heavy surveillance of the room. His hazel eyes shifted back to the door as another figure stepped inside the room, a young woman that would have caught Sloan’s attention even if he hadn’t been forcibly celibate due to his latest prison stint. She, however, did not seem to notice Sloan at all, and proceeded to the table occupied by the man who had made an enemy of the brutal convict across the room. Sloan tried to focus in on the conversation, silencing Charlie when he began to speak again with a hand in the air, but their interaction was too hushed to reach his ears.

“You look like you’re already gettin’ a plan together,” Charlie finally observed aloud as he watched Sloan’s stoic facade.

“Maybe,” he rasped in confirmation, his mind churning.

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[roguesandsaviors]

This was well worth the wait and the teasing! I loved it! Everything about it. The build up was fantastic, the revelation that he had was chef's kiss, and then the back and forth as they tried to sort out their feelings on both ends was perfection. Definitely was a good idea to work it out and let the writing flow the way it did to have all that take the place. It certainly feels like he needs someone who will prove loyalty above all else for him to even think about having some sort of connection on that level and the stitch job was a perfect opportunity to have that moment of oh shit. I liked the use of Charlie here, a central role without it being a central role if that makes sense. That final build up, the moment of make or break of it happening was well written. Sloan actually showing some vulnerability and doubt. We didn't get much screen time but loyalty we know is big and it feels like when he cares, he actually cares. Which you displayed lovely here. The ending was satisfying, the after the smut moment of peace before whatever incoming storm is certain to happen. The man can't stay out of trouble forever after all. And the smut? God damn. Just on point and perfect. Felt very natural to the dynamic between them. As I said before, well worth the wait. Thank you so much for sharing!

[roguesandsaviors]

Another set for @thefasstasticvoyage

Frank Grillo as Frank Campana in Warrior.

[hewwwwkayyyy-deactivated2022090]

[a-supernova-girl]

Frank Grillo Smutober - 1st - 15th

So…most of my Smutober entries have been getting significantly less attention than the first 2 entries I posted, and I started to wonder if something was wonky with the tag system. I made a post asking for people to tell me if they were receiving the tag notifications, and I got one yes and one no. When I tag people for a fic, I usually copy/paste the tagged names in bulk and then go through and click on each individual name and click the drop down so it actually creates the link. Starting to wonder whether this is actually working or not with the especially low interaction I’ve been seeing, so I’ve linked below all my fics so far for the first half of Smutober, and have typed all of my tag list individually in hopes that the tags work this time. And if you get tagged, and don’t want to be tagged for my Frank Grillo fics anymore, let me know. I don’t want to bombard your inbox if you don’t enjoy the content. Hopefully this will let some of you who have missed entries catch up if you wish. And if you enjoy my work, please comment and/or reblog, it means a lot to me. Truly. Even if I don’t always respond to comments promptly, I read them all (and your tags when you reblog) and it gives me serotonin.

*** ALL OF THE FICS BELOW ARE X FEMALE READER AND *NSFW* ***

COPSHOP - Teddy Murretto - Through Water

PURGE ANARCHY/ELECTION YEAR - Leo Barnes - National Anthem

DONNYBROOK - Chainsaw Angus - All The Good Girls Go To Hell

HELL ON THE BORDER - Bob Dozier - A Pursuit Of Earnest Desires

COLLISION - Scott Dolan - Justify My Love

HITMAN’S WIFE’S BODYGUARD - Bobby O’ Neill - In The Meantime

BLACK AND BLUE - Terry Malone - Red Flags And Long Nights

POINT BLANK - Abe Guevara - Criminal

*** YOU CAN ALSO FIND MY COMPLETE MASTERLIST HERE ***

If you don’t want to rely on tumblr tags to work correctly, you can also follow me on my A03 account, but please note that I usually get my writing posted a little later there than on tumblr - link HERE

tagging as carefully as possible :

@roguesandsaviors​ @harper-emory-writes​ @nekoannie-chan​ @bat-mar​ @slayerx147​ @marvelous-blog-221​ @myfaireyre​ @blessednotluckyme​ @sillydreampaintersports​ @stepheewdgirlie​ @psycheshorror​ @jenna-art​ @crownofhatred​ @echo-three-one​ @piahydra​ @chris-phd​ @why-do-i-like-the-bad-guys​ @freyagreyson​ @letsbreereal​ @lucy-sky​ @emersxn99​ @redpool​ @starksbabie​ @balanceofthemis​

mentioning but not tagging @wickedquail because that is one of the blogs tumblr literally won’t let me tag.