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This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

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things that are weirdly hot:

- someone leaning over and buckling my seatbelt

- tying my shoe for me (especially if you pat it afterwards??)

- zipping up my jacket

- making me hold ur hand before crossing the street

- handing me my water bottle to make me drink it

- slightly condescending nicknames

- moving me by my belt loops/waist

- "why don't you be a good girl and *instructions*?"

- brushing my hair out of my face

- opening my drinks for me

- lifting my chin to make me look you in the eye

- holding my hand while we cross the street

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I want ice cream now.

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there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.

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by aeppol

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I usually am not one for Sugar Daddy fics, it just feels…I don’t know. Disingenuous? But I could feel the genuine affection here, and it was sweet. I really liked the reader character, she was fun. But I love how much he wants her, and that it’s reciprocated. Great work, you took a trope and made me love it. :)

Stay

Inspired by @eyeheartboobiez Sugar Daddy!Bruce Wayne Headcanons cause I really enjoyed them😌

Summary: Your sugar daddy, Bruce Wayne, asks you to stay the night and then a bit more. How could you possibly resist his allure.

(Fluff, smut if you imagine it, angst, possessive!Bruce as in he most definitely wants to marry you, I imagined it as Bale!Bruce but pick your poison)

"You want me to what?" You ask humorously, but not unkindly, as you lean in towards the mirror over the ornate shiny console table. Carefully, you pull your earrings from where they had tangled in your hair. Then you try to wipe the smudges of lipstick off from the skin around your lips where your makeout had grown... messy.

"I'd like you to stay the night," Bruce says smoothly behind you from the armchair in the sitting room, "If you'd like to, of course."

"Well," You start with a smile, your long silk evening gown moving with you as you turn around to face him," What would I get?"

"Anything you'd like, pretty." He replies simply with an easy sly smile playing on his lips. Like it was just so easy for him, as simple as rich people having different rooms for sitting and living, yet were essentially the same. Oh, and if you didn't have a library in your mansion, how appalling! But Bruce was rather charming, which only sweeter his offer even more.

"A pony?" You tease childishly because you could. Especially after one of these elaborate events, listening to all the trivial little things rich people thought was important, you really couldn't help yourself.

"A whole sable full, sweetheart." Bruce promises with a soft chuckle, leaning forward and gesturing for you to come closer.

"I wouldn't mind staying the night, Bruce." You reply sweetly with a smile you couldn't help as you walk closer. His strong hands hold your hips as you lean down towards him, his little smile twisting to a smirk.

Bruce leans up and kisses you, his lips still tasting of sweet champagne despite only nursing the same glass all night. Not to mention, you could taste your lipstick that had rubbed off on his lips. You hum a little at the pressure he was kissing with. It wasn't overbearing but rather insistent. You brace your hands against his sturdy shoulders and break the suction of your mouth from his.

"Bruce, not here-" You start hesitantly, trying to pull your face away more, only for one of Bruce's strong hands to pull you in by holding the back of your neck. You turn your face away, and he starts pecking little kisses all over your cheek, causing you to start giggling.

"Why not here, hm?" Bruce grumbles like a spoiled child and tugs you even closer by his other hand still on your hip. His chin dips down, and he starts kissing at your neck. Bruce's 5 o'clock shadow of scruff scrapes and brushes along, making you gasp a little.

"Because we almost got caught last time in this exact sitting room."

"Alfred is asleep."

"That's exactly what you said last time!"

Bruce chuckles heartily now and drops his forehead to your collarbone as you are practically hovering over his lap. With a knee between his thighs and perched on the edge of the cushion, you shift your weight onto him by boldly straddling his lap.

Now at the same eye level, Bruce nudges his nose lightly against yours as he looks into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, princess, why don't you let me make it up to you? Oh, and you know what," His eyes twinkle with mischief as they glance at your lips," I'll show you the new jacuzzi tub."

"Oh really, Mr. Wayne?" You raise your eyebrows at him and smile cheekily, offhandedly saying," I might never leave now."

Bruce grins bright then, surging forward and kissing you deeply as his muscular arms wrap around you.

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Snuggled up against his solid warm chest with silky dark grey sheets embracing you both, you sigh tiredly. His chin is nestled against the crown of your head as his calloused fingers lightly stroke down the side of your body. It was honestly so soothing and relaxing. His touch, his warmth, and especially his smile.

Bruce rarely smiled in public even with you on his arm. It felt good to see under the mask he provided to the public of Gotham. That he wasn't only a shallow millionaire with a silver spoon-

"-I want you to live here." Bruce states aloud, his bare chest rumbling under your ear.

"...you want me to live here? With you?" You ask in confusion, propping yourself onto your elbow to meet his eyes. Bruce nods sincerely, as his hand now strokes along the length of your back, stopping at the small of your back.

"Why?" You now ask him softer because surely he had a good reason.

"So I can protect you, baby."

"Are you saying I can't protect myself??"

"No, that's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying?"

"I... I really enjoy having you around, and I want to see you every day."

"You really mean that?"

"Yes, sweetheart, you know I do." Bruce reassures you tenderly, and the sweet puppy dog look within his eyes makes you want you cry.

You kiss him, pecking his lips sweetly as your nails scritch his scruff fondly.

"I want to come home to you," Bruce murmurs against your lips, and that was the icing of the cake.

"I'd really love to move in with you, Bruce." You admit, a breath away from his lips now.

"It's settled then, baby." Bruce smiles softly at you before now kissing you soundly. You smile too as you kiss back, and his legs tangle with yours.

You fall asleep on his chest with his arms embracing you. Lulled to sleep by the intimate and cozy feeling of his warm skin to yours... it felt so nice, really nice. You could easily get used to this.

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The first thing I look at in a man is his heart, the fact that his Orb is in front of his heart is not my fault.

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Aleksander: I'm the big bad Darkling. The immortal Shadow Summoner. I've seen and lived through anything and everything. Nothing can surprise me. Nothing can touch me. Aleksander internally:

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You know the problem with reading a book? You get hooked and then it ends and you feel sad

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I want iced coffee.

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Ah, domestic fluff. The best kind. ♥️

ah! I read your Fenris stuff a while ago and it was so cute! if it isn't too much trouble could you write some domestic Fenris x reader!Hawke pretty please? take your time of course <3

This was adorable to think about, but also strangely hard? Because when I think of Hawke, I think of a chaotic gremlin who has people who clean and cook for them for a reason :'D

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Orana was going to have a heart attack.

She'd been watching you, quietly and out of sight, wringing her hands raw, for the past two hours. You've already come up with a thousand apologies to give her when you're done, and have already decided to help her clean the mess you've caused, but that was something for future you to deal with. Right now, well...

You're having way too much fun.

Baking always seemed so easy, in theory. Mix some things in a bowl, stick that bowl in an oven, wait a couple hours, and bam. Treats. What no one ever told you was that organization is everything. Knowing where all the ingredients are, and any help in the kitchen is, would be the difference between half a dozen eggs falling to the floor and, well, no half a dozen eggs falling to the floor.

Or a bag of flour. That your mabari immediately zeroed in on, threw their entire weight into, and zoomed away before any of you could get more than a single word out.

Your mabari is now an albino, and you and Fenris are now covered in layers of flour. Not to mention the kitchen that now looks like it was snowed in.

Bodahn was definitely going to have some choice words with you.

Shaking the baking sheet dry, you do your best to swipe clean a portion of the counter to lay it on. Reaching over and reading, for the tenth time, the instructions to make what should have been simple chocolate chip cookies, you hear familiar footsteps enter the kitchen.

"Did you find that rascal?" you ask, placing your hands on your powdery hips and looking over your shoulder to Fenris.

Setting the new flour bag on the counter, Fenris runs a hand through his hair, grimacing as flour dances to the floor around him. "I fear he's nowhere to be seen."

"Sounds about right." Grabbing the mixing bowl, you take the spoon and start portioning the dough onto the pan. "Though, shouldn't there be paw prints?"

"Leading right out the door."

Your frown smooths away as you feel Fenris' arms snake around your waist, his breath tickling your hair. Or was that the flour? "Well, at least we're not the only ones having fun," you chuckle.

"Yes. Fun."

You pause, registering that smirk in his voice, just as he blows the top layer of flour from your hair. A puff explodes in front of your face, assaulting your sinuses and throat as you gasp in surprise. You feel Fenris slip away as you double over, lungs burning as the coughing fit strikes hard.

A cup of water is quickly shoved into your hand, and you can only take one gulp before gagging. "Agh! I can taste it! Oh! Ew!" You try another mouthful of water with the same effect. "Oh Maker, what--"

The bellow that comes from Fenris almost makes you pause. Shoulders shaking, torso hunched, you watch through teary eyes as he laughs from his very soul.

You don't think you've ever heard anything quite so beautiful.

Fighting the smile and failing, you run to the sink to try to wash your mouth out. "Andraste's tits, Fenris!" You gag again, letting more curses flow from your tongue. "What would you have done if I'd died?"

"Death by flour." He chuckles. "Imagine how Varric would exaggerate that." Clearing his throat, he face smooths out, voice finding its even tone. "I would be the first at your grave. I have a poem already prepared."

"Oh Maker--"

"Co-written by Varric, of course. He took one look at my draft and improved on it. It starts with--"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Rolling your eyes, you shove the bowl of cookie dough into his chest. "Put the cookies on the pan while I think of my revenge."

His grin is full of smug triumph. "At your service."

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You know, I don’t want children myself, but God this writing is absolutely beautiful. Descriptive, and tinged with awe, apprehension, and hope. But also emptiness from all Hawke has lost. But hope at the end for a happy future for the three of them. You got every character spot on. Great work. ♥️

I can just hear my heart breaking for Hawke Fenris x Hawke! Reader

You could barely feel your own body—every limb aching, your muscles trembling, and magic prickling under your skin like an ember struggling to go out. The room was quiet now, save for the faintest sounds of it's breathing, of your breathing, and of Fenris’s presence somewhere nearby, keeping you in a reality you weren’t sure you could grasp yet.

Her. Not an it. A little girl, your daughter.

The feeling of her in your arms was impossible and yet so real. Tiny, fragile, warm—so different from the battlefield, where this exhaustion often meant steel or blood. You’d thought you understood what it meant to fight, to endure pain, to win—but 18 hours of labor had been its own war, the kind that no sword or spell could make easier. A war you’d won by bringing her here. You’d spent every ounce of control you had keeping your magic at bay, terrified one stray spark could light the house, Fenris, or her ablaze.

You could still feel the damp sweat on your brow, the grime that clung to your skin from those endless hours, but none of that mattered now. Your mind had gone blank when you looked at her—when you really looked at her—and saw her pointed little ears.

Your thumb brushed one of them softly, marveling at its delicacy. Fenris’s ears.However that was possible, you didn’t know. It shouldn’t have been. The universe wasn’t kind enough to allow things like this. And yet… there she was.

You didn’t have a witty retort on your tongue, not like you always did after something difficult had happened. You could see Fenris watching you now—carefully, silently—as if afraid his voice might shatter whatever fragile moment was unfolding. You could almost hear him asking “Is she… alright? Are you alright?”

You weren’t ready to answer.

You weren’t ready to put words to the flood of emotions threatening to overtake you—the awe, the exhaustion, the grief that lingered in the cracks of your happiness.

Because it shouldn’t have been like this.

Bethany would’ve been here first, probably pushing Fenris aside to coo at her niece with that soft and stubborn warmth only Bethany could manage. Carver would’ve hovered awkwardly nearby, arms crossed and face hard, only to lean over and whisper “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll protect you. Always,” when he thought no one was listening. Mother’s joy would have been boundless, her arms open wide to cradle her granddaughter, tears in her eyes as she proclaimed, “The Maker has blessed us with a miracle.”

And Father—Father would’ve spoiled her beyond reason, laughed as he claimed it was his right as a grandfather.

But none of them were here. The silence left behind by their absence was louder than any war cry, any shattering spell, or any death knell. It echoed in your heart. The only Hawkes left in this world were you and this little one.

Your daughter.

Fenris shifted from his place, stepping closer until he was kneeling beside you. You felt his warmth then, close but hesitant. He didn’t know what to do with hands that were so used to holding weapons or fists that had carved so many lines into his path.

“She has your spirit,” he murmured, voice low but utterly certain, as though the observation were fact. She was going to be a handful.

Your gaze lifted to him, the tears you’d been holding back welling up in your eyes. “And your ears,” you whispered, your voice raw, trembling, but full of something deep and fragile.

Fenris’s expression shifted, softening in ways you rarely saw. That was only ever for you. He stared at the tiny bundle in your arms, the wonder there almost eclipsing the guarded man you’d known for so long. Slowly—so slowly you might’ve imagined it—he reached out, his fingertips brushing the edge of her blanket, his hands careful and reverent.

For the first time, he looked unsure of himself. “I don’t know how to…”

“You don’t have to know yet,” you assured him softly, finding your voice again as you looked down at her face. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

A breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding slipped free as Fenris settled beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. For once, the silence didn’t feel empty.

Your free hand found his, fingers curling around his scarred knuckles, anchoring you both to the moment, to the miracle that neither of you thought you’d ever deserve.

Your daughter let out the tiniest, softest sound in her sleep—nothing more than a breath—and the world felt still. Whole.

And suddenly, you couldn't help but want to see Varric. To see Isabela or Merrill. To show them all this child that they would no doubt spoil to the end of time in place of your family.

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my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

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This is cute… in a bittersweet kind of way.

Imagine having short-term memory loss...

Imagine having short-term memory loss after an accident and keep forgetting what happened during the day as soon as you fall asleep.

This little problem doesn't stop a certain red-haired pirate from charming you each day...

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I love this kind of weather. Any excuse to get cozy. :) But we’re getting snow here, we had a snow squall recently.

We Finally Getting Some Rain!

There was no rain except one day this last summer, Oklahoma Prairies was in such a need of it.

Source Me laf@ilyF 🥰

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Well, shit. I’m not the biggest fan of smut, it has to… have a certain something that I haven’t figured out yet. But the mean dom Billy vibes, and the innocent bratty reader, the Sir kink, and the dirty talk were just *chefs kiss* 💋

INNOCENT KINK. only if you want and are comfortable tho

This is just a smol drabble I threw together today. 😁

Warnings: not much tbh, car sex (unprotected), Billy's filthy thoughts, a little bit of a 'Sir' kink.

^This is the face he makes when he's thinking about railing you fyi.

So yeah imagine Billy coming home to you dressed in your cutest dress just because you feel like it. Or you guys go out on a date and you wear one of your floral dresses and he manages to catch a peek at whatever adorable underwear you decided to put on that day and he just gets hard instantly.

And you're being so adorable when you stop to look at dogs or to admire flowers and you don't know how fucking feral he's getting as you ooh and aah at every pretty thing you see.

Maybe he takes you to a bakery and you buy a powdered donut and the dust gets all over your thighs and he has to watch as you try to wipe the powder off but all you really do is rub it in and now he knows that your thighs are gonna taste as sweet as you look.

You're completely oblivious of course, just simply enjoying the time spent with your boyfriend, not knowing that just a seat away he's imagining ripping your dress in two and stuffing your mouth so full of cock that you're crying. Or maybe he's thinking about the way you'll clench around his cock when he makes you cum for the third time, because there's no way he's making you cum only once when he finally gets his hands on you.

Maybe what tips him over the edge is the barista giving you an extra cookie 'on the house' because they think you're so cute.

Billy gets possessive instantly, making sure to glue himself to you for the rest of the date. When you two finally get up to leave the cafe he plants a bruising kiss to your lips so that everyone gets the message loud and clear.

OR MAYBE what finally sets him off is when he catches another glimpse under your skirt to see a small damp spot on your underwear, right between your thighs. Maybe you bent down to pick a flower and your skirt blows up and he sees the damp little patch right over your pussy. Proving to him that you're just as affected by him as he is by you. He takes you by the wrist without a word and pulls you all the way to his car and he doesn't give any explanation as to why he's forcing you into the back seat.

You don't even get to ask again before he's pulled the front of your dress down and starts kissing and sucking at your nipples. His hand snakes under your cute floral dress and starts rubbing small circles over your damp panties with his thumb. You get so worked up and high on pleasure and the fact that he's doing this in his luxury car in a public area that it doesn't take much till you're cumming in your panties, barely been touched.

Billy expected as much from his pretty girl but he still growls deeply when he hears your pitiful whines as you come down from your high.

"Sorry," he murmurs against your mouth "I just had to. We can go home now."

Except that's the last thing you want. You want him here. Now. And you whine and complain so that he knows.

"Can't wait Sir. Want you right now." You beg.

Fuck you're so pretty. He thinks.

"We shouldn't, we're in public we can get caught."

The tint in his car is dark, so he knows no one can see inside, but he says this just to taunt you.

Disregarding his words, you shake your head and paw at his pants.

"Please Sir. I can't wait."

What a spoiled little brat. He contemplates as he undoes his pants and slips his cock out.

Your face lights up with excitement at getting exactly what you want.

Billy doesn't even waste time pulling your panties off, he just pulls them to the side and enters you as best as he can.

You're dripping wet which helps him slip inside, but you're so tight still that it's a struggle to fit.

He ruts into you as roughly as he can without shaking the car too much. But if anyone focuses on the car for too long he's sure they'll guess what's going on inside with 100% accuracy.

He pants his praise and teasing into your mouth, trying to stifle your whimpering.

"What a cute girl you are. Lookin' so pretty for our date, dressing like a lovely little flower when I know you're just a spoiled little cunt under all this cotton."

He kisses at your breasts some more.

"Such a fucking tease. Looking all innocent around me, encouraging all my dirty thoughts. I wanted to bend you over that cafe table earlier and lick that cunt till you were a mess. Wanted to push you to your knees and cum all over your face in front of everyone so that they'd know you're mine."

You make the prettiest sounds when you take his cock. He can't wait to take you home and fulfil his every fantasy.

"Please Sir, can I cum?" You ask desperately, head thrown back, breasts bouncing lewdly in his face.

"Think you deserve it? After looking so fucking innocent in your pretty dress? After acting like such a good girl in public when I know you're just playing the part to rile me up?"

You moan in protest, "I'm a good girl Sir, really! I promise. I'll -ohh- I'll do anything you ask me to. Honest."

He grunts, fucking into you a little harder, watching the pleasure overwhelm you.

"Please! I can't- ah!- hold it... please Sir. Please Mister Russo."

The way you say his name so sweetly has him so whipped.

"Okay, cum."

Your back arches, your eyes squeeze shut. Billy feels you clamp down around him and then quiver as your orgasm takes you over.

His hand moves to cover your mouth to muffle your cries of bliss.

He pumps into you a few more times before releasing inside of you, groaning at the way your velvet walls grip him. He feels your smaller hand cover his mouth too and his eyes meet yours and he feels your little giggle behind the palm of his hand.

He slips out of you and tucks himself back into his pants, and he rights your underwear gently.

"Can you handle being this messy until we get home?"

You love being this kind of messy, glad to have him that much closer to you.

"I kinda have no choice, you did drag me into your car to fuck me without asking." You say with a teasing smile.

"Brat." He huffs quietly, instructing you to sit in the passenger seat and buckle up.

His hand is placed securely on your thigh for the entire drive home... where he undoubtedly ruins you in every way he can imagine.

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