#2k writer+reader challenge

[wttcsms]

switchin' the positions for you, osamu miya

pairing osamu miya x f!reader word count 2k synopsis osamu miya says you've got a lot to learn, rookie, and he's more than happy to teach you. content contains creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), slight praise kink (reader receiving), fwb to lovers, multiple positions, tennis player!reader author's notes to the requester: you know who you are, girl. give the masses (me) what i want: you to become a writer!!!

“Fuck.” Osamu hisses out the word like it burns to have it escape through his gritted teeth. “D’ya like that, baby?” 

You can’t give him a coherent answer; it’s kind of hard to hold a conversation with him when he’s got you sitting all snug on his lap, cockhead hitting that special sensitive spot of yours that you never knew you had until you start your little arrangement with him. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s the only person capable of reducing you to a hot, whiny mess but when you instinctually tighten up around his cock, he lets out a soft, smug laugh. 

His warm breath tickles your ear when he leans down to tell you, “Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.” 

You try to tilt your head back so your eyes can meet his. You don’t like looking up to people, but Osamu is just so big. You’re sitting on him, pussy clamping down on his fat cock that’s buried snugly inside of you, your back pressed against his muscular chest. The man owns a restaurant; surely hauling all those massive rice bags couldn’t have possibly given him this figure. You want to make a face, let him know that his “I told you so” is not appreciated, but when he makes eye contact with you, he gives you a smirk — a warning. A split second later, he thrusts up, and you can’t hold back your moan. 

He did that on purpose, you think to yourself. He’s always baiting you, always waiting for the right moment to catch you off guard. You’re a favorite to win the Japan’s Women’s tennis tournament; no one catches you off guard. 

But when you’re out on the road, traveling with your team, and your starvation-induced tantrum leads to your coach making a pitstop to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant named Onigiri Miya, you learn that it is possible for someone to trip you up. 

“So you’re the girl with the killer serve,” is what he says the first time he’s taking your order. “You don’t look like much of a killer to me.” 

You’re pissed, hungry, and still upset over hearing the men’s team talk about how you look good in your skirt and should consider modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to make it big in tennis. You’re frowning when you tell him, “Are you the owner of this restaurant?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t look like much of a restaurant to me.” In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t be rude to the man handling your food. 

“It’s up and coming.” He says, eyes looking you up and down in a way that makes you suddenly very, very hyper aware of how fitted your top and how short your skirt is. He’s not ogling you; he’s sizing you up. Like you’re a challenge. “It’ll look it soon enough.” 

You like a good challenge. 

When you come back the next week, high off your victory, you walk through the doors of Onigiri Miya, smug and prideful. 

The feeling intensifies whenever he tells you he saw your game, but you’re immediately dissatisfied when he hits you with a, “Ya still got a lot to learn, though.” 

Your first lesson? Taking three of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy as your back is pressed against the wall of the storage room of Onigiri Miya. There’s only one single light bulb flickering in the darkness of the pantry, but you don’t focus on that. Instead, you focus on the searing heat from between your thighs, too eager to chase after pleasure to care about the fact that you’re so wet, you can hear every thrust. 

You’re so close to cumming, you find yourself moving your hips upwards, trying to bring yourself to release even faster. He immediately stops his ministrations, making an annoyed sound of clear disapproval.

“You need to learn how to stop bein’ so damn greedy.” His words come out as a raspy whisper, and when your walls involuntarily clench around his fingers, there’s a small noise that seems to come from the back of his throat. He’s holding himself back. 

Somehow, the fact that you have a strong effect on him as well makes you so pleased, you find yourself gripping his shoulder as you disobediently grind against his fingers yourself, letting out a loud whine as you cum all over his hand. 

With heated cheeks and heavy breathing, you let Osamu Miya know that being greedy is what makes you such a star player. You don’t get by with just taking what’s given to you; everything, from points on the court to a more-than-satisfactory orgasm, is yours for the taking. 

You don’t expect him to just smile at your prideful remark, and you certainly don’t expect him to remove his fingers from you, hold them up to the light so you can both admire the way his index, middle, and ring fingers are glistening with your juices, before he licks the pads of them. 

Is the room heating up? Did the air conditioning suddenly break? You feel hotter than usual as you watch the vulgar display, and you should be ashamed of the way your knees are already weak from hitting your climax, ashamed of the way you have to press your thighs together so he doesn’t catch the way you’re already anticipating a round two. 

“Have a taste, baby.” He’s grinning, smiling like the damn devil himself, as he extends his hand, brings the tips of his fingers to your lips. You shake your head no, not trusting yourself to speak. 

He pretends to sound disappointed. “No?” Then with a shrug and a smug more for me then, he licks the rest of your essence off of his fingers. 

“I could go for a second helping.” 

The sentence barely leaves his mouth before you find yourself parting your thighs to welcome him back.

Through the course of three months, you find yourself being taught various lessons from Osamu. He teaches you to mind your manners and refuses to fuck into you, choosing to tease you with the head of his cock instead. 

“Not gonna fuck ya ‘til you say please.” 

Like with your tennis matches, it all boils down to a game of stamina. Who can hold out the longest? His tip is wet and sticky with pre, and you can catch every hitch of his breath as he rubs against your clit. You’re soaking through his bedsheets, his bed being the only comfortable piece of furniture he has in his “work in progress” of a bachelor pad. 

He practices breathing exercises with you when he pushes himself as far as your little throat can take him. Drool will be dribbling out the corners of your swollen lips, and he has your hair bunched up in a makeshift ponytail, strands sloppily wrapped around his hand as he watches you try to take all of him in your mouth. 

“You gotta breathe through your nose, baby. Atta girl, that’s my good girl.”

He teaches you that you like praise. 

He’s more observant than you realize. You can tell from the way he recaps and analyzes your matches with you after a particularly rough game, and you can tell from the way he’ll notice if the way he has you bent over the kitchen counter is uncomfortable for you. He knows you like the way he gives it to you hard, sloppy, messy. You have a meticulous training routine, every aspect of your life reduced to a bullet point on an itinerary from your personal coach. 

It makes sense that his sloppy kisses, the ones that leave your lips swollen, the ones that are less than kisses and more of just messy exchanges of spit, are your favorites. You like being reduced to a wet, boneless, fucked out little mess, and you like it because it’s all coming from him. He has a business to tend you, and you have a professional athletic career, and yet, the world is reduced to his barebones apartment bedroom. No tennis matches, no food truck deliveries to worry about.

Just your back pressed against his chest, the thin material of your athletic tanktop and his tight fitted compression shirt doing nothing to stop the searing exchange from both of your bodies’ heat. 

“Told ya I’d teach you a thing or two.”

All you can do is close your eyes and lose yourself to the overwhelming pleasure of having him buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“You’re so good for me, ya know that?” You like the way he grunts out the words, punctuating each word with a thrust that has you clinging to his forearm, both of his hands wrapped tightly around your stomach so you can stay still, stay easily accessible for him. “You’re not just my good girl, you’re my best girl.”

You let his words of praise soak you to the bone. You’re letting out desperate, high-pitched, needy whines, and there’s no more holding back on his end. He’s fucking into you with the stamina and strength that rivals some athletes. 

You finish first; you always do. You tried, once, to get him to cum before you, but once he caught on to your little scheme, he stretched your body, had your legs folded and sore as he fucked into you almost angrily, like getting him off before you have is something he takes personal offense to. 

He’s addicted to watching you cum. The way you can’t control your body, your tight, always stressed out body that only seems able to relax when he’s smothering you, his body heat getting lost and mixed up with yours. You fit so perfectly against him, under him, on top of him. When you cum, you tilt your head back, resting against his shoulder. Your eyes look dazed, almost like you’re unable to see straight, but he stares at you, smiling as he realizes that every time you cum, you can’t help but search for him. 

When he finishes inside of you, you think you’re close to cumming again. The rush of hot, thick heat flooding your now-sloppy insides has you whining so cutely, he almost wants to start fucking into you again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets you rest, gives you a minute to catch your breath. 

“I don’t normally do this, y’know.” He sounds a bit out of breath, and it fills you with deep satisfaction to know that you’re capable of having this effect on him. It’d be embarrassing to be beat in a contest of stamina when you’re the professional athlete here. 

“So you’ve said.” 

Osamu is busy with his business, and you’re busy with tennis. The two of you know that there’s not a lot of room for a relationship, but the two of you are also well aware of the fact that there’s something more to this than just good sex. It’s obvious in the way he holds you, and it’s obvious in the way you let him. He wants to cook you good food and to meet his mother, and you want him at all your games, to dedicate your victory speeches to him. 

“I wanna do this right.” And he’s so sincere when he says it that it makes your heart flutter, gives you the unfamiliar sensation of butterflies in your tummy. “I wanna take you out on dates and for you to meet my family.” 

“I’ve never been in a relationship.” You admit this to him, even though he already knows. “So, I wouldn’t know what’s the ‘right’ way to go about it, anyway.” You peer up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. “But you promised you’d teach me a thing or two.”

“Yeah?” The word comes out breathless, full of anticipating, wanting, hope.

“And I think I really don’t mind being taught every once in a while.”

[magpiefngrl]

2024 fic wrap-up

This year my limited fic output vacillated between Horny and Literary™.

I posted six fics according to AO3, but I'd written two of those years before (one had been on tumblr for ages, the other I'd posted and then deleted). I don't count those as new writing, so that means 4 new ficlets, all drarry.

The horny ones:

The Bet (~2k, drarry, E) Quidditch managers who fuck based on a wager.

The three bears  (3.2k, draco/others, drarry, E) Draco as Goldilocks, getting fucked by 3 bears (you can guess which one's cock is "just right").

The literary/experimental ones:

you to love me (4.4k, drarry, E) A Dead Dove non/con fic based on prompts from my ol' Summer Writin' Challenge of 2021 (gods, I'm still working on WIPs from that one). This one features Reverse Chronology, a structure I'd longed to explore and one which makes this story more interesting than it would've been otherwise, in my opinion. It starts with a sweet vignette (with an ominous undercurrent) and, as the story progresses and we go back in time, we see the full horror of that particular Voldemort Wins AU, how fucked up things are, and how unhinged Draco is.

Footnotes on Gladys Glamorgan’s article “Are They Alive? Six Years since the Disappearance of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy” (400 words, drarry, G) A ficlet written as footnotes. I worked for months on this one. It was a wonderful, stimulating challenge and I loved having a craft problem to solve. I think this ficlet will appeal more to writers than readers tbh.

[bratzkoo]

into you | kim seokjin pt. 1

Author: bratzkoo | navi Banner made by: @shadowkoo Pairing: actor! seokjin x journalist! reader Word Count: 2k~ Genre: fluff, more fluff, angst, more angst Rating: PG-15 Possible Warnings/Note: enemies to lovers seokjin is *chef's kiss*

Summary: Kim Seokjin finds himself entangled in a complex web of emotions when he meets the journalist covering his new series, challenging everything he is.

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The flashbulbs popped incessantly, their sharp bursts of light illuminating the sleek, modern interior of the London hotel's conference room. At the center of this maelstrom of media attention stood Kim Seokjin, his perfectly coiffed hair and designer suit a stark contrast to the casual attire of the assembled journalists. His megawatt smile, the one that had graced countless movie posters and magazine covers, was firmly in place as he fielded questions about his latest career move.

"Mr. Kim," a reporter called out, "how does it feel to be the first male asian lead in a Bridgerton series?"

Jin's smile never wavered as he responded, his English crisp and barely accented. "It's an honor and a tremendous responsibility. I'm thrilled to be part of this groundbreaking moment in television history."

From her position near the back of the room, Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. She'd heard similar platitudes from countless celebrities over the years, and as a senior writer for Spotlight, one of the entertainment industry's most respected magazines, she'd developed a finely-tuned bullshit detector. There was something in Jin's perfectly rehearsed answers that didn't sit right with her.

As the press conference continued, Y/N observed Jin closely. Behind the charm and the practiced responses, she caught glimpses of something else – a tightness around his eyes, a barely perceptible pause before certain answers. He was nervous, she realized. The great Kim Seokjin, A-list actor and Asia's sweetheart, was out of his depth.

When it was her turn to ask a question, Y/N didn't hold back. "Mr. Kim," she began, her tone professional but with an edge that made Jin's eyes snap to hers, "your casting has been met with mixed reactions. Some praise it as a step forward for diversity, while others question whether an actor known primarily for modern roles can authentically portray a Regency-era character. How do you respond to critics who say you were cast more for your star power than your suitability for the role?"

A hush fell over the room. Jin's smile faltered for a split second before he regained his composure. "I understand the concerns," he said, his voice steady but with a new intensity. "Throughout my career, I've always sought to challenge myself with diverse roles. While it's true that this is my first period drama, I've been working tirelessly to immerse myself in the era and the character. I was cast because the producers believe in my ability to bring Lord Christopher Hawthorne to life. I intend to prove them right – and to prove the critics wrong."

Their eyes locked, a silent battle of wills. Y/N saw a flicker of something in Jin's gaze – defiance, perhaps, or determination. For a moment, the carefully constructed movie star facade slipped, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath.

The moment passed as quickly as it had come. Jin turned to answer another question, but Y/N noticed that his responses had lost some of their polish. She had rattled him, and a small part of her – the part that had clawed its way up from intern to senior writer in a cutthroat industry – felt a twinge of satisfaction.

As the press conference wound down, Y/N hung back, observing Jin as he chatted with a few lingering reporters. His charm was back in full force, but now that she had seen behind the curtain, she couldn't unsee the subtle signs of strain.

Back at the Spotlight offices, Y/N's fingers flew over her keyboard as she typed up her article. Her editor, Yannie, peered over her shoulder.

"Well?" she asked. "What's the verdict on our Hollywood heartthrob?"

Y/N leaned back in her chair, considering. "He's... interesting," she said finally. "Charming, obviously. But there's more there. He's not as confident as he wants us to believe."

Yannie raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

"He's taking a huge risk with this role," Y/N explained. "It could make or break his career. He knows it, and he's terrified."

"Sounds like there's a story there," Yannie mused.

Y/N nodded, already formulating angles in her mind. "Oh, there is. The question is whether he'll let anyone tell it."

The article Y/N penned was a masterclass in nuanced criticism. She praised Jin's ambition and the groundbreaking nature of his casting while questioning Hollywood's motives. Was this a genuine step towards diversity, or a calculated move to tap into the global Asian market? She highlighted Jin's lack of experience in period dramas and the immense pressure he faced stepping into such an iconic role.

The piece went viral within hours of publication. #JinInBridgerton trended on Twitter, with fans and critics alike dissecting Y/N's every word. Jin himself remained silent on social media, but Y/N had a feeling her article had struck a nerve.

She was proven right a few days later when Jin appeared on The Late Late Show. The host, after some playful banter about Jin's transition from action movies to Regency romance, brought up Y/N's article.

"So, Jin," the host said, his tone light but his eyes gleaming with the scent of potential drama, "there's been a lot of buzz about your casting. One article, in particular, has gotten a lot of attention. Any thoughts?"

Jin's laugh was perfectly calibrated to sound carefree. "Oh, you know how it is," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "There's always someone looking to stir up controversy. I try not to pay too much attention to it."

"But this writer, Y/N from Spotlight, she raised some interesting points about diversity in Hollywood and the challenges you might face in this role," the host pressed.

For a split second, Jin's mask slipped. Y/N, watching the interview from her apartment, leaned forward, catching the flash of irritation in his eyes before his smile reasserted itself.

"Look," Jin said, his tone a touch cooler than before, "I respect everyone's right to their opinion. But at the end of the day, I was cast because I'm right for this role. I'm here to act, not to be a poster boy for diversity or to debate Hollywood politics. I'll let my performance speak for itself."

The host, sensing he'd struck gold, opened his mouth to ask a follow-up question, but Jin smoothly changed the subject, regaling the audience with a humorous anecdote about learning to ride horses for the show. The moment passed, but Y/N knew she'd gotten under his skin.

As the Bridgerton production ramped up, Y/N found herself assigned to cover various aspects of the show's development. She attended costume fittings, watched rehearsals from afar, and interviewed supporting cast members. But Jin remained elusive, always just out of reach.

It was at one of these events – a press day showcasing the show's elaborate sets – that Y/N first encountered Kyrie Evans, Jin's co-star and leading lady. Fresh off her Golden Globe win for a gritty indie drama, Kyrie was Hollywood's newest darling, her casting in Bridgerton seen as a coup for the show.

Kyrie was everything Jin wasn't – effortlessly cool, refreshingly candid, and undeniably talented. As Y/N watched her interact with the press, she couldn't help but draw comparisons to Jin's more guarded approach.

"Ms. Evans," Y/N said when she got her chance to speak with the actress, "your casting alongside Jin has generated a lot of excitement. How has it been working with him so far?"

Kyrie's smile was warm and genuine. "Oh, it's been wonderful," she gushed. "Jin is such a professional, always prepared and ready to give 110%. And let me tell you, the man can smolder like nobody's business. Our chemistry readings nearly set the room on fire!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow at this, her journalistic instincts tingling. "That's quite an endorsement," she said carefully. "Some have questioned whether Jin has the acting chops to carry a show of this caliber. It sounds like you disagree?"

For a moment, Kyrie's sunny demeanor faltered. "I think," she said, choosing her words with care, "that people will be very surprised by Jin's performance. He's not just a pretty face or a famous name. He's a dedicated artist who's pouring his heart and soul into this role."

As Kyrie moved on to the next reporter, Y/N mulled over her words. There was sincerity there, certainly, but also a hint of something else. Protectiveness, perhaps? Or was Kyrie simply playing the game, talking up her co-star as expected?

The interaction with Kyrie, brief as it was, added another layer to the complex picture Y/N was forming of the Bridgerton production. As she left the set that day, her mind was already piecing together the elements of her next article.

But the entertainment world never stands still, and the Jin-Kyrie dynamic was about to be complicated by an unexpected player.

News broke late one evening of a surprise announcement: Jeon Jungkook, a rising solo artist making waves in the music industry, was gearing up to release his first album. The internet exploded with excitement, #JungkookIsComing trending worldwide within minutes.

Y/N, like any entertainment journalist worth their salt, immediately began connecting the dots. Would this major music event affect the buzz around Bridgerton and Jin's high-profile role?

As she dug deeper, combing through social media and reaching out to industry contacts, Y/N stumbled upon something curious. A series of photos from a music awards show afterparty several months back showed Jungkook in deep conversation with none other than Kyrie Evans. In one blurry shot, their heads were bent close together, Kyrie's hand on Jungkook's arm.

It could be nothing, Y/N knew. Celebrities mingled all the time at such events. But her instincts told her there was more to the story.

The next day, as Y/N was piecing together her notes on the Jungkook announcement, her editor Yannie called her into her office.

"I've got a proposition for you," she said without preamble. "We want to do a deep dive on Jin's Bridgerton journey. Behind-the-scenes, exclusive access, the whole nine yards. I want you on it."

Y/N blinked in surprise. "Me? Are you sure? Jin and I... well, we haven't exactly hit it off."

Yannie grinned. "Exactly. You've gotten under his skin. You've challenged him. That's exactly the kind of energy we want for this piece. We don't need another puff piece about how dreamy he looks in Regency costumes. We want the real story – the struggles, the doubts, the triumphs. You're the one who can get it."

As the implications of the assignment sank in, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was a huge opportunity, the kind that could catapult her career to new heights. But it also meant spending extended time with Jin, a prospect that filled her with an emotion she couldn't quite name.

"What about access?" she asked. "Jin's team hasn't exactly been forthcoming so far."

Yannie's grin widened. "Already taken care of. I've been in talks with the show's producers. They love the idea of an in-depth feature. Jin's been informed. He's... well, let's say he's agreed to cooperate."

Y/N could only imagine how that conversation had gone. She pictured Jin's face, that perfect mask cracking under the strain of forced politeness. Despite herself, she felt a twinge of sympathy for him. This couldn't be easy for him either.

"Alright," she said finally. "I'm in."

As she left Yannie's office, her mind was already racing with possibilities. This was her chance to really dig into Jin's story, to peel back the layers of celebrity and find the human being underneath. It was also, she realized with a mixture of anticipation and dread, a chance for Jin to challenge her own preconceptions.

The next few months promised to be a rollercoaster. Y/N took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. Whatever happened, she was determined to tell this story – Jin's story – with all the complexity and nuance it deserved.

Little did she know that this assignment would not only change her career but would also set her on a collision course with destiny, one that would intertwine her fate with Jin's in ways neither of them could have imagined.

As she gathered her things to leave the office, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. Her breath caught as she read the message:

"Ms. Y/N, I look forward to our upcoming collaboration. Let's both do our best to uncover the truth. - Kim Seokjin"

[occamstfs]

2K Celebration Finale!

Happy to announce the winner of my Viral Transformation Challenge is:

HairyJockTF !!

There could of course only be one victor but all of us are certainly better off having the content produced by all these talented writers! One last time I would like to thank everyone who took part in my little shindig! Even one reader picking one story as their favorite out of this beyond stellar line up of stories is something to be proud of and I commend you all on crafting stories I personally enjoyed :)

Be on the lookout for the story I'm now to write for the talented HairyJockTF, I can't wait to see what he inspires me to make! In the meantime, for the final time, I implore you to check out all the writers who graciously took part in my celebration! And as always, Thank you for reading! -Occam

[shinestarhwaa]

HELLO KITTY || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/warnings: sub!hwa, dom!reader, hwa likes dressing up as a cat, sex toys, anal play (Hwa's buttplug), petplay ig?, use of kitten/kitty, some sort of mild bsdm maybe? idk, mommy kink, cockstepping, cockslapping, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @babesindestroyland @changbinslovelylegs

Now I'm not the type to write fantasy or hybrid sort of fics, but I do love catboy Hwa so I figured I could do one where Hwa just loves dressing up as one instead of being one lol, you can ask other writers for a Cat hybrid hwa fic if you want :)

ENJOY!

‘’Baby, where are you?’’ you called out, looking for your boyfriend. You were roaming the house, searching for him as you hadn’t seen him since you came home. When you entered the bathroom your eyes widened, being surprised to find him like this. ‘’Hwa? What are you doing? What is tha- Oh.’’

Seonghwa blushed heavily as he got caught sliding his cat tail into his own home. ‘’Y/N, I was just… trying something, you know,’’ he stammered. You grinned and watched Seonghwa’s nude body tremble in front of you. His hair was a little messy, but he managed to create two little cat ears. He had a pink little choker on, the one with a bell that he loved so much. Right behind him wiggled a shiny black tail, brushing against his leg.

Now you heard a muffled buzzing sound, you noticed how hard his cock actually was. ‘’Is that a buttplug, honey?’’ you asked, stepping closer to him. He swallowed thickly and nodded. ‘’I just wanted to try it out, I am so sorry, I-‘’ ‘’Woah, woah, woah, Seonghwa, what are you even sorry about? Come on, turn around and show me,’’ you ordered.

Seonghwa wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or mortified as he turned his back towards you. You bend him over the sink, taking in the sight of the tail coming from his ass. He winced and huffed softly as the plug buzzed inside him. It was enough to pleasure him a little, but not deep enough to actually do something.

‘’Shall we move to the bedroom before we start anything, dear?’’ Seonghwa nodded and followed you to your shared bedroom. You were quick to push him to the floor, making him sit on his knees. ‘’Stay there,’’ you ordered him. He nodded and waited patiently as you took a little box out of your closet.

You pulled out a long pink leash, which you attached to his collar. He swallowed thickly as you did so, dick twitching at all the thought of what you’d do to him. His skin was already lightly sweaty from the hot temperature in the room. Many people thought sex in summer was too challenging, too tiresome, too hot, but it only riled Seonghwa up more and more to fuck as long as you possibly could until you both passed out at the end.

‘’Can you put on your high heels, mommy?’’ he asked politely as he watched you undress. You smiled and nodded. You were left in your black lingerie, making Seonghwa nearly drool at the sight. You put on your expensive black high heels. He adored it when you made him feel like you owned him, like you had all the power.

‘’Have you been a bit of a bad kitty, Seonghwa? Playing with yourself, stuffing your little ass all alone in the bathroom? That is not how we do things, now do we?’’ you said as you leaned into him, nearly pressing your breasts right into his face. It took everything in his power not to dive right into your bra but he composed himself, obeying you. He was not a brat.

‘’I’m sorry, I just wanted to surprise you,’’ he whispered underneath his breath. ‘’Well, you know you’re getting a little punishment, Seonghwa, you’ll do as I say, hm? You’ll take it, am I clear?’’ ‘’Yes mommy,’’ he breathed out.  ‘’Good.’’

You took ahold of the leash, slightly pulling it up so Seonghwa had no choice but to look you into the eyes. He whimpered slightly when he felt your heel on the underside of his length. He bit his lip so hard it nearly bled. You pressed your entire shoe down on him now, the pointy tip pressing onto his sensitive cock.

‘’Such a bad little kitten, hm?’’ you smirked as he winced. ‘’Yes mommy, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good,’’ he moaned. This reminded you the plug was still buzzing inside him. ‘’Turn that thing off,’’ you commanded, and so he did. You pressed down harder on his cock, making him moan. ‘’You like that, huh? Dirty little kitty,’’ you smirked.

With a slight movement you moved your heel down more, repeatedly pressing down on his erect, leaking cock. ‘’Mommy!’’ he cried out as the pre-cum drizzled from his tip onto the black shiny leather covering your foot.

You pulled your foot off of him and lowered yourself so you were on eye-level with him. He looked into your eyes, his big brown pleading eyes begging for pleasure, but you were going to play with him for just a little bit longer. You raised your hand and let it swing across his painfully hard cock, making him yelp.

‘’M-Mommy, no,’’ he whined as you repeatedly slapped his rigid cock, turning your boyfriend into a moaning mess, shivering and breathing heavily until his white seeds suddenly spurted all over his abs, surprising the both of you. ‘’Did you just come from that, my dirty kitty?’’

‘’I-I couldn’t take it anymore, mommy,’’ he cried out, tears flooding his eyes. You laid your hand on Seonghwa’s soft cheek. He leaned into your palm instantly as he panted out. ‘’It’s okay, precious, now don’t cry, mommy’s got you, get onto the bed now okay?’’ Seonghwa nodded and got up, sitting on the bed on his knees.

‘’Are you gonna eat mommy’s wet pussy now? Seeing you like this turned mommy on so much, precious,’’ you smirked. Seonghwa nodded eagerly and clenched around the plug just at the thought of him drinking your juices. ‘’Yes, please, let me,’’ he nodded.

You got on the bed with him after taking the leash off his collar , down on all fours, the way you knew he liked it. His hands roamed over your ass and the back of your thighs before sliding your panties down, carefully taking them off and laying them at the foot of the bed. Afterwards he unclasped your bra, helping you to take it off as well. He positioned himself behind your again, hands grabbing onto your butt before sliding his tongue between your folds, tasting your sweet juices.

He slowly slid his tongue into your wet hole, making you moan out loud. Seonghwa fucked your hole with his long tongue, reaching sacred sweet spots that made your toes curl as he fixated on licking and hitting them repeatedly with his wet muscle. He ate your pussy like there was no tomorrow, slurpring every juice he could possibly get into his mouth.

‘’Such a good fucking kitty, do you wanna fuck me now, baby? Do you wanna fuck mommy’s pussy?’’ ‘’Yes, mommy, please,’’ he whined softly. ‘’Yeah? Come on then, breed mommy’s pussy like a good boy, my precious good boy, hm? Breed me, give me all of your kittens baby,’’ you moaned as he slid his hard cock between your folds, pushing against your clit briefly.

Seonghwa slid his dick inside your pussy with ease, making both you and himself moan out loud. He started off slow, sliding his dick out and all the way back into you, reaching so far inside you there was no more space left between you two. ‘’More, fuck,’’ you panted. Seonghwa’s hands held onto your hips, pulling you towards him as he bucked his hips into you, making you feel fuller than ever.

‘’Put that thing on again, precious,’’ you breathed, realizing he still had his tail plug inside his hole. Seonghwa wasted no time and turned it on immediately, sighing as he felt the familiar buzzing inside him again. His hips shuddered as he fucked you faster, moaning out loudly. ‘’You’re so wet for me mommy, so fucking wet for kitty’s cock,’’ he grunted. Seonghwa closed his eyes as he threw his head back, lost in his pleasure. ‘’Yeah, baby, so wet for you, I love it when you fill me up baby, give me everything!’’ ‘’Yes, yes mommy, I’ll give you everything, give you fucking everything I got, gonna fuck you so good and give you all my cum, all of me!’’

Seonghwa’s hips moved faster, harder and he pounded you hard into the matrass, leaving you breathless in seconds. ‘’Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’’ you cried out as you encouraged him to go faster. Seonghwa rutted into you like never before, he felt like he was someone else, like he was guided by a higher power. He felt like he was meant to fuck you, meant to breed you full of his cum.

‘’Please, mommy I gotta cum, gotta fucking put all of my cum inside you,’’ he whined loudly as his thrusts got sloppier. ‘’Yeah baby, fill mommy’s cunt up, fill me up,’’ you cried as you gripped onto the sheets tightly, so tight your knuckles nearly turned white. After a few last thrusts Seonghwa’s hips stilled as his cock pumped all of his seeds inside you. He moaned loudly as he felt you clench around him, milking him dry. He pulled his cock out of you, staying hard nonetheless. You rolled onto your back, revealing your fucked out, messy face. Even when you were in charge he still turned you into the greatest mess.

‘’Once more, precious, make mommy cum on your cock as you fill me up again, sweetie,’’ you whined, spreading your legs for him. ‘’Yes, please, want mommy’s pussy,’’ he grunted before pushing in again. You both whined at the sensitivity, the sensation of your warmth nearly too much. Sweat gushed from his forehead as he moved inside you again, fucking you at an inhumane pace. ‘’Yes, baby, fuck my pussy, fuck mommy’s pussy, put all of your cum inside me,’’ you moaned, barely remembering what you were even saying to him.

You turned into a moaning mess as his dick was just too good, and in no time your orgasm washed over you, startling you as your body shook and trembled, pussy clenching onto him tightly, as if it didn’t want him to slide out of you again. He kept fucking and fucking until you could barely remember your own name, panting loudly as his hips stilled again. Seonghwa released his new load into your cunt with a long, loud moan. He rode out both your orgasms before laying down next to you, completely spent.

But you weren’t done yet.

You wasted no time getting on his lap, sinking down onto his length, letting him fill you up all over again. ‘’M-Mommy, please, t-too much!’’ he moaned as you started bouncing on him. ‘’N-No, you’re gonna take it, you’re gonna give all of it to me, kitty, give me all of you!’’ you moaned loudly. Your hands roamed his body, eager to wrap all around him as you fucked him roughly.

‘’M-Mommy, more! Oh my god, Oh god, fuck me, fuck me,’’ he breathed as his hands held your hips tight. You grinded down on his cock, his pelvis rubbing your clit. You nearly screamed his name as you moved into each other. ‘’S-Seonghwa, Seonghwa, please, fill mommy’s cunt, give me more, breed me, fucking breed me like a good fucking kitty!’’ you screamed.

You rode him until you were out of breath, having to slow down, but Seonghwa held onto your hips and bucked up into you, fucking you from below. He fucked you for what felt like hours, making both you and himself into a sweaty, dirty mess. ‘’Please, please, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, please cum with me, Hwa, please cum for mommy!’’ you cried, shaking around him. ‘’Yes! Please, gonna fill mommy up so well, gonna give mommy all my fucking cum!’’ he moaned before releasing inside you again, sending you over the edge again as well.

You fell onto his chest as you both panted loudly, trying to recover from the overwhelming orgasms. You kept him safely inside you, safely wrapped in your arms. You didn’t need to speak, didn’t need to say a word, you just laid there together, dozing off and sleeping as time faded away.

[hopefullyitsextensivebule]

Plus One { J.T.K X Reader }

Pairing: Jake Kiskza x Reader 

Writer’s Whining: Already hitting with the curve balls; I like it! Anon requested a possessive Jake smut. This is a slow build-up because I wanna give it some content before we get into the shit. This is also my first fanfic, so please, if I need to improve. I implore you to correct me. Warnings: Smut, Spanking/Smacking, Spitting, Unprotected Sex (No Glove, No Love) Minors DO NOT ENTER Word Count: 2K+

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It was no secret that you were the apple of Jake's eye.

Everyone saw how his eyes lit up every time you walked into a room; like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but be allured to your light, and only wanting to be near it gave him ease. Since you were introduced to the group by a mutual friend, the guitarist and you shared a bond. It was refreshing since you have dealt with pricks left and right, but he didn't want anything from you, at least from what you saw on the surface.

It was the evening, and the venue was bustling. An old college friend of yours was celebrated for his glass ceramics getting into a city's permanent collection at a well-known museum. It was a momentous occasion; you were invited and could even bring a plus one. You wore a nice black dress and some heels but were still vertically challenged. People had greeted you, along with the star of the evening. 

"Eli! How are you?" you ask, hugging the male and pulling away quickly.

"I'll tell ya, Y/N, it feels good," the male said. He was a tall fellow with a short hairdo and an angled nose, nonetheless easy on the eyes. "Thank you so much for coming; I appreciate it."

"Are you kidding me? And miss this wonderful evening, I would never," you say, happy to be called upon such an occasion, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you…" he said with a glint of humility, "And what about you? How's life for you going these days?" 

"It's good," you said, looking at your phone and showing a bit of worry, "it's all good."

"Waiting for someone, aren't you?" he asked, "a date, I presume?"

You scoffed at the assumption and playfully smacked the man on his chest, "stop it. You know I don't deal with bozos anymore. I'm all about me as of right now," you said proudly.

"That's nice, but wouldn't you want someone else to be all about you, too?" Eli asked, holding your shoulder, "You're always stressed and trying to be the do-it-all girl, but someone needs to love on you. You know what I mean?"

"I'm sorry, I thought this evening was about you," you jeered, sarcasm a default in your personality. 

"You know I'm right," he teased, "now, whoever this person is is not worth your time."

And just like that, another party guest came through the doors. He wore a felt hat, a vintage pirate coin pendant decorating his neck, and sunglasses to finish his bust. You immediately knew your plus one had arrived by the comments and the smell of Dior's Sauvage filling the room. 

"Jake," you said as if his name was a breath of fresh air. “You came."

"You told me to come, so I came, love," Jake said, walking up to you and giving you a hug, to which you returned it with much enthusiasm. You pull away, seeing the tiniest hint of a smile behind those shades. 

Eli had cleared his throat, having caught your attention and Jake's. "And who is this handsome young man?" he asked, your cheeks turning red from the question.

"I'm Jake Kiskza," he said, offering his hand, Eli taking it and shaking it. "I'm guessing you're the artist of the night. Congratulations."

"Why, thank you. I see you're a friend to our sweet Y/N," he pushed; you have to hide your face from the embarrassment.

"Yes, I am," Jake stated firmly, a protective arm around you and even pulling you close to make the statement clear to the gentlemen, "a special friend." You nudged Jake on his side, trying to keep him at ease. He always did this, trying to size up on any guy that spoke to you, much less breathed the same particles in the air as you. 

"Is that so," Eli said, interested in getting to the tea. "Do tell me more."

"I would, but for tonight I'm here for Y/N, respectfully speaking," Jake said, his hand going down to your hip and feeling his thumb caress your side to keep you calm, knowing a fire had burned inside, and not for a good reason. 

"See you," Eli said before dismissing himself, leaving you and Jake alone in a room full of people. Chastened, you part from Jake and scoff, Jake, throwing his hands up and following you. You find an unused lounge room where you sit and scowl in the venue. 

Jake was right at your coattails, standing in from of you and having his thumb in the loop of his pants. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, sounding more accusatory than empathetic.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know what you were doing just now," you snap at Jake.

"I haven't the slightest idea of what you mean, Y/N," Jake said coyly, "be a good girl for me and do elaborate."

You stood up to Jake, snatching off his sunglasses and, chest out and ready to rumble, "Every time a guy talks to me, you come around and act as you own me. It never fails." Jake raised an eyebrow as you stood so close to him. "We're not dating, and you think you can act this way. Honestly, I don't know why I invite you to places."

"Watch that mouth of yours, little girl. Wouldn't want to punish it," he told you, chuckling a bit. 

You gasped in shock, "are you serious? Are you shitting me right now? I'm having a serious conversation with you, and you're trying to play up your sick daddy kink?"

"I am serious," Jake said, walking up towards you, forcing you to walk backward and leaving you no choice but to surrender down on the velvet material of the couch underneath you, "you know as well as I do that you belong to me. That you've always belonged to me. Every curve, every inch of that body belongs to me."

You sat there silent, your thighs pressing together to stop yourself from leaking. You were aroused by Jake speaking to you like this. You were no better than him. "S-Stop it…"

"No," he said shortly with you, "I'm not gonna stop because tonight, I'm going to show you who you belong to." 

You look up at him, feeling the apple of your cheeks swell up with blood and radiate heat as you see how close you two got. Jake sat down next to you, intimate and cozy, his hand on your thigh and his fingers trying to pry them over between. Your throat couldn't help but create a mewl, like a fearful yet anticipating whimper. It was as if you wanted it. 

And you did. 

By God, you did. You're pooling heat radiating like a pulsating heartbeat with a sting of a burn. "Come on, baby girl, you know you wanna give in, so why not do it," Jake said, trying to get you to cop out and give in to the game played. His fingers went up your thigh to find the pant of the underwear, searching for those shimmering folds. 

You gave in.

Your legs slowly but surely spring open, as if meant to be, and give him access to you. "Good girl," Jake had pushed the front of your underwear from under the fabric to make space for his work, the sound of shredding cotton making you jump. Jake didn't start gentle or soft. He had pressed his middle and ring finger deep into your wet and slick cunt and began to finger you and a moderately fast pace. Whimpers and curses escape your lips as Jake unleashes all his desire for you into your center. 

"Jake~," you say, your hips shifting height as you become overstimulated and restless. Just as he started, he quickly left, smacking your inner thighs and your vulva right. You let out a yelp and a curse.

"You call me daddy, understood?" Jake said, giving her another smack and teasing her hole. You push your hips off the couch, needing those broad fingertips using your heat. "Understood?"

"Yes… Daddy," you say with relief as you finally feel his back into you. You continued to give him a beautiful siren's serenade of moans and whimpers, his fingers stroking every wall of your center. 

It was like a dream to you. You never would have thought you'd become putty to a foolish man like Jake Kiszka. He was the same Jake that would pretend to be the British drunkard Oliver Reed. The same Jake would be offended but with the color purple. You couldn't comprehend it at all.

"Turn around," Jake ordered, holding himself up and skillfully removing his belt buckle with one hand. You stayed open for Jake, anticipating what you were working with. "I said turn around."

As if your life depended on it, you quickly did as told, getting on your knees and your elbows tucked underneath your chest and armrest of the couch. You presented yourself with your ass up and your face down. It was a sight to see, Jake showing his appreciation but slowly letting a sliver of spit drip onto your entrance. After a while, his fingers rubbed slow and steady circles around your clit and down at your desperate slit. A whine escaped your lips as the teasing and playing with your center made you restless. "Daddy…"

Jake leaned down to your face and kissed your sweet lips before parting, taking a good piece of your hair into his fist and pulling your head a bit, a yelp escaping you. You could hear him undo his zipper, your eyes looking around frantically as you didn't know how he looked.

You felt the head press into you, your mouth hanging open, and your eyes crossed as you felt him bottom out inside you.

"Jake!" You moan out, fingernails digging into the upholstery. A smack on your ass made you scream, Jake giving you his all.

"What's my name?" He asked as he held onto your hips and thrust into you at an unforgiving pace but still slowed to get you adjusted.

"Daddy—" you dragged as his thrusts changed the vibrations in your voice, a reaction to his hot movement. You felt his hand pull your hair up and have you flush against his clothed chest. "I'm yours, Daddy! And I always will be—"

He pulls out, leaving you aching for his member. He begins to maneuver your body and press you against the wall, your thighs cocked open. "And what do you think you're doing?" you ask, becoming bolder.

"I wanna see your face when you cum." He pressed himself back into you and began to thrust in and out of you. Jake pins against the wall of the lounge area. How dirty this was. Fucking in a lounge room while your peers drank and talked about art. You were having your body slammed into by your long-time friend, and you were enjoying it fucking so much.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned him, feeling your core build up to your release. His hand went to your neck, Jake leaning in to kiss you. And the both of you kissed hard, teeth clashing and tongues fighting to hold dominion over the other. You'd have swollen lips later, but it was worth it.

"Tell me whose pussy this belongs to?" Jake said against your lips, purposely slowing down to drive you insane. You whined, trying to push yourself down on his cock, wanting it. "Tell me, or else I'll leave you here looking ruined."

"You, daddy~" you moaned his moniker. And with that, Jake gave you exactly what you wanted. His mouth found itself right where your earlobe and jawline met, your moans getting louder. It was a blur between you two, his pelvis meeting yours at an unforgiving pace. Your fingernails tugged into the back of his tailored blazer and soon released a sharp yelp, having released on his cock.

Jake had started to stutter in his movement, his cock releasing into you. He pulled his shirt up, seeing your abdomen and his cock twitch. The beautiful mess that you two made will forever hold space in your mind. He pulled out of you and laid you down on the couch. He fixed up his pants and sat down next to you. You looked angelic, from how your hair splayed out on the armchair to how your chest had risen and descended. It was beautiful. And it was all because of him.

Your eyes looked up at him, the guitarist looking worried. "Stop looking at me like that," you say, your arm over your eyes to break contact.

"You stop it," he said, removing your arm and leaning down to gently kiss either eyelid. You couldn't help but giggle at his affection. "You're beautiful..." You shake your head no, abashed, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a gentle and chaste display, his hand cupping your face and thumb rubbing your cheek to calm you. "Why are you crying, baby?"

"I'm not crying, I’m just tired," you lie, pushing Jake, to which he chuckled. You sit up and had fixed your hair. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful..." he said, his cheeks showing pink. You smiled, knowing what he said he meant it very much true. He had gotten up, fixing himself up and had extended his hand to you. "Come on, let's get back to the party," he told you. You look at his hand and smiled.

"Yes, Daddy."

[writeroutoftime]

a secret language

pairing: 1940s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: flower shop au - when bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you're enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts "you aren't over her, are you?/not even close")

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

words: 2k

a/n: a very very late entry for @ghostofskywalker's writing challenge from last year lol. when I saw the prompts for this challenge this was the first thought that came to mind. but life and writer's block gets in the way. now I know it’s not actually going on anymore but I just wanted to get this out, better late than never right? plus, I'm so excited for my first flower shop au! please enjoy!!

oOoOo

Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of New York City was a cozy flower shop, hidden in plain sight on the streets of Brooklyn. Most New Yorkers buzzed past the faded, yellow building without a second glance, too caught up in their own mind to notice. Those who did take the time to venture in, however, found a beautiful secret garden in the heart of a concrete city. A warm and cozy oasis for those that crossed the threshold. Who would have thought your life would have changed so drastically with one fateful customer?

oOoOo

The bell above the door jingled merrily followed by the thud of hurried footsteps. "I'll be with you in just a moment." you shouted over your shoulder, placing the finishing touches on the bouquet in front of you.

Finally satisfied, you turned to face your newest customer and found your breath drawn from your body. The slight crack of electricity in the air didn’t escape your notice. Shiny blue eyes met your own and a lopsided smile graced your sight. In that moment, you were thankful for the counter between you to hide the slight shake of your knees. You quickly gathered your bearings and wiped your hands against your apron, offering a soft smile to the man in front of you.

“Hello. How may I help you today?”

“Hi, doll.” he spoke as his foot bounced nervously against the tiled floor. "I'm, uh, looking for some flowers for my Ma. You see it's her birthday today and I, uh, kinda -"

"Forgot?" you filled in, hiding your smile as best as you could. The man in front of you hung his head sheepishly at your words but nodded his head. "Well, you've come to the right place." you gestured to the bouquets of flowers around the shop. "What kind of flowers does your mother like?"

The man’s brows furrowed, and his mouth opened like he was going to say something, but simply grasped for straws instead. "The...pink ones?"

It was at that moment you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, despite your best efforts at professionalism. “What?” the man asked, flushing slightly, though he laughed along with you.

“I’m sorry, but the pink ones? I’ll take it you don’t know much about flowers, do you?” you asked.

“You caught me, doll.” he smirked. “Mind helpin’ a fella out?” he asked, flashing you another charming grin.

Holding up one finger, you turned your back once more and began to create a simple, yet beautiful bouquet. Buzzing around your shop you grabbed some orchids, a few peonies, tied together with a touch of baby’s breath. Gently wrapping the flowers in brown paper, you smiled proudly at your creation before turning back to the eagerly waiting man.

“Violia!” you presented, holding out the bouquet, waiting to see his reaction.

The man took the bouquet carefully from your hands and looked at you with a dazzling smile. “These are just wonderful. Much better than the “pink ones” I suggested.”

“You’ve got orchids for love, peonies for honor, and some baby’s breath to tie it all together.” you explained, pointing out each flower as you went.

“Well, I’ll be. I had no idea that flowers could have so much meaning, but I’m glad I had such a pretty teacher to introduce me.” he flirted. “How much for the bouquet?”

Though he seemed to be like a heartbreaker, there was something about his tone that seemed rather genuine, you named your price. “Discounted for a first-time costumer, in exchange for your name, of course.” you giggled.

Rather taken aback by your charm, the stranger answered. “James, but most people call me Bucky. And you are?”

“y/n.” you answered softly, silently repeating his name over and over in your head.  

Grinning like the Chesire Cat, Bucky took hold of his bouquet, offered you a wink, and headed out the door, throwing a “See ya, ‘round, y/n.” over his shoulder.

You decided you quite liked the way your name sounded on his lips.

The next day proved to be rather quiet, only the occasional customer every few hours. Broom in hand, you spent some time tidying up the shop when Bucky burst through your door, a grateful smile on his face. “Hey there, doll. Just wanted to say that my Ma loved the flowers, so thank you again for saving me.”

Bashfully, you looked at the floor then up at Bucky. “Well, it’s my job and my pleasure. Glad I could help bring your mother some joy on her special day.”

There was a small silence that followed as Bucky took in your shop and all the flowers that sprouted from every corner. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, looked rather disappointed, and tried again. “So, uh, you mentioned all these flowers having meaning. What would you recommend getting a gal you’re trying to impress?” he asked, and your heart fell to the floor.

Of course, this handsome stranger would already have his eyes on someone. They were probably sweet and lovely and knew how to flirt with handsome men. As best you could, you swallowed the hurt and pushed forward. “Well, you could go with roses, but that’s a bit cliché and you may be coming on too strong. You could also go with sunflowers for loyalty.” you suggested.

“Then I’ll have one of your finest sunflowers.” Bucky decided, leaning against the counter with a smile as he watched you flitter about the shop preparing his order. “Thanks, doll.” he said when you handed him the flower.

As he turned to walk out the door, you watched Bucky pause for a moment as though he was thinking, but ultimately kept going. Leaving you only with the jingle of the bell and the ache of your heart.

oOoOo

This was a pattern that continued for the next few weeks. Every Thursday during lunch, you looked forward to seeing Bucky walk through your shop doors with that same cocky grin. The two of you settled into a routine that consisted of him greeting you sweetly before asking for yet another flower recommendation for Bucky’s mysterious girl.

Each week you couldn’t believe this girl had yet to accept Bucky’s advances. Was she blind or something? And you weren’t just talking about her looks. Over the weeks, you also got to know about Bucky bit by bit. You learned about his family and Steve. About his hopes, his dreams, and you knew deep down he truly was a wonderful person. And because of that, you wanted the best for him and continued to offer your suggestions.

You gave him daises for new beginnings.

Lilacs for youth.

Lilies for admiration.

Carnations for devotion.  

The only flower Bucky had yet to get for this girl was roses. He told you he was waiting until he knew she would return his affection.

Each and every time, you sighed wistfully as Bucky left with his flowers, wishing you could be the one of the receiving end. Sure, you spent your entire day around flowers, but there was something so much more powerful about being gifted them by someone who cared about you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that everything fell into place. Lunch on Thursday came and went without Bucky gracing your shop with his presence. You tried to mask your hurt by throwing yourself into work, but you still worried and hoped he was okay. Finally, as the day was coming to an end, you heard the jingle of bells.

“Sorry I’m late, doll.” Bucky’s voice called out. “I know you’re about to close, but I was hoping you could help me out.”

Knowing you couldn’t deny him, you nodded gently and waited for his request.

“I think I’m ready to finally get those red roses.” he explained, his confidence growing.

It was like the words pierced your heart. His mystery girl must finally be ready to accept Bucky’s affection – took her long enough. Wordlessly, you forced a smile and began to gather a few red roses to make a bouquet. As much as you wished you to keep your mouth shut, curiosity got the best of you.

“So, who’s the lucky girl you keep buying flowers for?” you finally asked, not sure if your heart could take the answer. In all the weeks Bucky had come to your shop, you avoided asking about this girl, but you just needed to know.

Bucky smiled bashfully, running a hand through his hair. “She’s something special. She’s incredibly beautiful and wickedly smart. She runs her own place and is always willing to go the extra mile to help people. But I don’t think she’ll go for a guy like me.” he explained, sighing rather dreamily.

“You really aren’t over her, are you?” you asked, heart aching at the thought of Bucky continually pining after this girl, and thinking you would never get your chance.

Bucky watched you for a moment, leaning against the counter. “Not even close.”

Ready for the exchange to be over with, you finished the bouquet and presented them to Bucky. “Here you are. On the house, since it seems like such a special day.” you declared.

Bucky took the flowers from your hands and looked at them with a smile before offering them back to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Is there something wrong with them, Bucky? You don’t think she’ll like them?”

“They’re perfect.” he reassured. “I’m just giving these flowers to the girl who stole my heart.” he told you with a wicked grin.

A few moments passed as you processed his words. The reality of what Bucky said hit you, but you forced yourself to stay calm. No, he couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. Carefully you cradled the flowers and looked into Bucky’s eyes. “W-what about your mystery girl? All those flowers you bought her?” you asked, lost for words.

“Well, uh, you see, doll. It’s been you, it’s always been you. From the second time I came into your shop I wanted to ask you out, but I was too scared. So, I bought a flower instead, and was still to scared to give it to you. I thought each week I would finally have the courage, but it’s taken me until now to tell you.” he confessed, cheeks and ears-tinged pink.

Your mind thought back to all the flowers Bucky had bought from you. There truly was no mystery girl? It had been you all along? Your heart swelled at the thought and a dazzling grin broke out on your face. “Oh, Bucky. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and buy all those flowers you never got to give.”

“Actually,” he chuckled as he placed a leather-bound journal on the counter in front of you. “I did save them to give to you. All meanings intentional.”

Setting the roses aside, you moved to grab the journal and carefully flipped through the pages. You let out a small gasp as you saw that each page contained the flowers you had sold Bucky perfectly pressed and preserved. It was like a beautiful collage of a bouquet, telling you exactly how Bucky felt.

“I asked my Ma how to press them until I could man up and give them to you.” he explained when you remained silent.

“They’re perfect.” you whispered, tears briming in your eyes. “I have to say, I was getting rather jealous of this girl you were giving all those flowers to.” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t cry, shop girl.” Bucky comforted, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You’re the only one for me.” he said before leaning over your bouquet journal and sweetly kissed you.

Your tiny shop swelled with love and warmth even more, and you knew this was only the first of kisses and bouquets with the lovely man before you.

[foxy-eva]

Criminal Minds Writing Challenge

To celebrate the amazing milestone of 2k lovely people following my blog I decided to host another Criminal Minds Writing Challenge to give back some of the support I have been receiving in this fandom. I’m inviting anyone who wants to participate to write a oneshot or blurb inspired by one (or more) of the following prompts.

Rules:

Write a Criminal Minds oneshot/blurb inspired by one or more of the following prompts. Your story can be a reader insert or a character x character ship

Tag me in your story or message me the link until JUNE 30

Your story can be any genre and trope except for explicit mlm smut (just because I don't like reading that). Smut fics are only to be submitted by adults (18+)! 

Please include a summary, word count, relevant content warnings, the pairing and the prompt(s) you chose

I will read your story, make a masterlist of all the works and leave a comment on each of them to give back a little bit of the support I have been receiving. 

Fluff Prompts:

Mutual Pining: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Meet Cute: Someone accidentally spills their coffee over a very attractive stranger

Established Relationship: The couple decides to expand their family

more prompts under the cut!

Smut Prompts:

Only One Bed: Someone has to unexpectedly share a hotel room with their favorite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle

Friends to Lovers: After a stressful week Person A finds a way to relax together with their friend B

Sharing a Kink: Person A realizes that they have something very interesting in common with Person B

Hurt/Comfort Prompts:

Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell

Rotten Work: Person A thinks they are not worth being taken care of. Person B proves the opposite

Break the Stoic: Person A has never shown any weakness until they can't hold back their tears anymore. Person B is there to wipe them away

Angst Prompts:

Overcoming Trauma: Nobody said healing would be easy but they had no idea it would be this hard

Running out of Time: Person A needs to find B before it's too late

Exes with Feelings: Even though their love seemed to never be enough, Person A and B can't let go of each other

Tagging some writer friends: @imagining-in-the-margins @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff @fortheloveofwonderland @andiebeaword @aperrywilliams @samuel-de-champagne-problems @reidsbookclub @actually-safer-to-kiss @prentiss-theorem @virescent-v @tobias-hankel @thedancingcostumeyoungadult @gaelic-symphony @leftoverenvy @justiceforralvez @spencer-reids-adventures

[mothgodofchaos]

I am begging some of you fanfiction writers to put at least part of your fic behind a cut. I know everyone is doing the various October creative challenges (I'm doing two, I get it) but like, if it exceeds like four to five paragraphs, please put it behind a cut. Add an author's note or a summary, something if you feel it necessary. But I need y'all to not have so many long posts.

This especially applies to those with common triggering/upsetting topics in their fics. A warning doesn't do shit if I still have to scroll through it to get to the bottom of your 2k+ word fic. Please be kind to your potential readers and make it accessible to everyone.

For real it is not hard to put one in, I would in fact say it's easier on mobile than it is on desktop. Please look up how to do it if you don't know how.

[makeyoumine69]

2k Followers Celebration🪓🪓

I will never stop thanking all of you for your support and feedback! I love you so much, you're the best followers I could ever dream of! I'm going to do my best to improve and grow as a writer, and you're my biggest motivation!

So I decide to celebrate this milestone with another writing challenge, but this time I made an extended list of possible options.

Here are the rules:

Send me one or two kinks from the list below, add a pet name you like and a possible scenario concept you want me to write (if you have one), also you can mention if you want it to be an established relationship or not AND if you want it to be dub/non-con or consensual. I can write for Fem!/GN!Reader.

Please, enjoy! 🖤💗

[libellule-ao3]

Welcome!

I'm a reader and writer of fanfiction, active since 2020 on AO3 [➡️ Libellule-Sulfureuse].

Below you'll find my fanfics, my character profiles, fanarts, HCs...

I like the idea that fanfiction is all about sharing, excitement, and good times. So please feel free to contact me with any requests or questions about my stories/characters. 💚

And Thanks to everyone who likes, reblogs & comments on my stuff! It means so much, you can't imagine! 🫶

✅�� = Completed fanfiction

⚠️🤜 = Graphic depictions of violence

🔞🔥 = Smut

➡️ HL Fanarts (commissions & gifts)

✅️ | Obsession | 🔞🔥 | Dark!Dominis/You-F!Reader | 21k words

After Hogwarts, Ominis Gaunt embarks on a journey of introspection to gain perspective on his life. Haunted by your promise, which he ignored at the time, he returns to London a year later and discovers your new intimacy with Sebastian. No matter! For Ominis, you must honour the promise he never asked of you. Whether you like it or not.

☆ Lullaby for Cursed Seeds | 🔞🔥 | ⚠️🤜 | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin (#EVINIS)

Ominis Gaunt, the pure-blood wizard, struggles to thrive in the stifling shadow of his family manor. A prisoner of a heritage he rejects.

Evelyne Lavandin, on the other hand, is a precocious Muggle-born witch who has been uprooted since people greedy for power and money tore her away from her family.

Two characters and two solitudes separated by everything. And yet, who still believes that encounters are the fruit of chance?

✅️ | Venom & Velvet | 🔞🔥 | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne (#Evinis) | 6,9k words

Evelyne has never celebrated her birthday. But Ominis, having uncovered this truth, decides to show her that she deserves to be celebrated. Between reproach, passion, and tenderness, he turns the day into an unforgettable memory.

✅️ | Wild Surrender | 🔞🔥| Sebastian/You + Garreth/you) | 3k words

Sebastian doesn't want you! And although he has kissed you passionately in what he calls a moment of weakness, he never misses an opportunity to remind you of it. For Garreth, this rejection is too ostentatious to be sincere and he decides to help you force Sebastian to reveal himself.

✅️ | The Snake's Duality |🔞| ⚠️🤜 | Dark!Seb /Ominis, ambiguous relationship | 2k words

Sebastian has just been released from Azkaban after more than three years in prison. 1 223 days to be exact. His first instinct is to find Ominis, whose weekly letters rekinkled in extremis his desire to live, drained by the dementors, and he realise that a shadow reeking of malevolence is following him like a shadow.

✅️| Bloody woman! |🔞🔥| Sebastian/F!reader | 1k words

✅️| Veins of time | Leila Sae-OFC & Evelyne Lavandin-OFC (Written for the Secret Magic Santa 2023)| 2k words

✅️ | Late Bloom | Mirabel Garlick/OFC | 1k words

After the shared night with Viviane, Mirabel reflects on the path that led them to this intimate moment, anticipating the challenges of their future together.

✅️ | In the Shadow of Midnight Confessions for silverxstardust |Sebastian/You | 3k words

When Sebastian met you in the Slytherin common room, you didn't expect to receive such a confession. Nevertheless, it explains a lot.

✅️ | Lonely Pleasure |🔞🔥| Ominis/you | 600 words

✅️ | Sex under the coat | 🔞🔥| Ominis/Evelyne | 850 words

✅️ | In the Shadow of the Lost Time for Tamayula💛 | M | Dad!Sebastian/Sakurako (MC) | 8kwords

Devastated by the loss of his wife Sakurako, Sebastian falls into despair and obsession. Torn between his duty as a father and his quest for escape, he seeks solace through questionable means.

✅️ | Desiderium Patris Indigni for Tamayula💛 | 🔞🔥| Sebastian/Sakurako (MC) | 5k words

Haunted by his past mistakes, Sebastian fears he may be unworthy of his future role as a father and of his child's love.

✅️ | Himitsu no Shibari for Annarielmidori 💚| 🔞🔥| Ominis/You-F!reader | 4k words

In feudal Japan, where duty reigns supreme, you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage with a ruthless daimyo. However, you unexpectedly discover solace in the arms of your brother-in-law, Ominis.

☆ In Mrs Gaunt's Nightgown | 🔞🔥|Ominis Gaunt/You-F!Reader

Like all young women, your friend Adelia dreamed of a loving union.But like most pure-blooded witches, she found herself trapped in an arranged marriage. However, she sees a clause in her marriage contract that offers her a way out... and you are the key.

My HCs :

Ominis' wand + Sebastian's wand

Some Hogwarts Legacy characters & their MBTI types

Ominis, his eyes and his experience as a blind wizard

NSFW Alphabets: Ominis Gaunt | Dark!Ominis | Sebastian Sallow

Meet: Evelyne Lavandin (OFC- Hogwarts Legacy)

Jae Kim's bets |🔞 🔥| ⚠️🤜| Jae Kim/Annie Thorn | 59k words

When Jacob's sister makes a stupid bet to motivate him during the chore of washing dishes imposed by Pitts, she has no idea what she's getting into. Indeed, Jae Kim is a particularly mischievous boy, with much naughtier aims than she imagined. Will their little games strengthen their friendship, destroy it or lead to a romantic relationship?

Life Links | T | Second war against Voldemort from the POV of the hphm characters |

The members of the Circle of Khanna, an underground student organisation dedicated to bringing justice to their murdered comrade, have grown up. Since graduating, some of them have never left each other's side, while others never thought they would see each other again. Yet as the final battle against Voldemort looms, only one question remains. How will the links forged yesterday influence the battle of Hogwarts?

✅️ | Are flowers counted? |Jae Kim&Annie Thorn | 1,000 words

For the first time in 100 years, Phyllida's Flutterby bushes will bloom at Hogwarts. This is an exceptional event which, by chance of the calendar, falls on Valentine's Day.

✅️ | Skating Lesson | Jae Kim&Annie Thorn | 1,000 words

A lesson in skating turns out to be much more instructive and valuable than expected.

✅️ | Broken Promise | Jacob&Annie&Peregrine | 3,5k words

Jacob suffers from his father's absence and tries to spare his little sister the same grief.

✅️ | Little Sheninagans for Eternalchocolaterain 💙| T | Merula Snyde/Quinn Lee) => [on Tumblr] 1k words

Gossip about her relationship with Quinn is getting on Merula's nerves, and she's determined to divert attention from the rabble.

Meet Annie Thorn (MC) & Jacob Thorn

✅️ | From Monster to Brother | ⚠️🤜 | Gaara & Temari & Kankurō & Baki | 13k words

Fanfiction about how Gaara reconnected with Temari and Kankurō after the Konoha Crush.

[gejo333]

El Destino- Chapter Two

Miguel O’Hara x Spider-woman Reader fanfic

Ch. 1

Chapter two is finally here! I’m sorry it came out later than I promised. We’ve all suffered from writer’s block at times. Ideas for one-shots kept flooding my mind it was hard to focus. But I’m so happy it’s finished!

Apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy!💕

Wc: 2k

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“Welcome to Spider Society, Y/n.” The woman named Jess extended her hand out, helping you up.

“Um, thank you.”

“Hey, Jess! Who’s the new recruit?” Said a man walking over in a robe and slippers.

“Her name’s Y/n. But I’m not sure who brought her here.” Jess’s eyes narrowed, wary of your mysterious appearance.

“I-I met a man named Miguel; he opened the weird orange thing.” The man in the robe laughed as Jess continued to eye you suspiciously.

“Did he bring you here?” Asked Jess.

“Well, no, I walked in after him. He told me that I was a spider-woman? The past 24 hours have been really weird. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

“Were you bitten by a spider?” Asked the man.

“Yes. Last-” You paused your words when a familiar spider walked towards you.

“What is going on here? Why are you here?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed under his mask.

“You came out of nowhere. Told me I was superhuman and not the only one, as there are multiple universes. And then you just leave!”

“It’s too soon for you to be here. You don’t even know how to shoot your web.” Miguel argued. You walk towards him, glaring daggers at him. “Are you always like this?” The lenses in Miguel’s mask narrow, crossing his arms. Most people would run away if they ever picked a fight with him. But you were not having any of his bullshit.

“Like what?” His words dripped with anger.

“An asshole who does whatever he pleases, and no one will challenge him because they’re afraid of you.” Silence echoed throughout the halls as Spiders who were nearby stopped in fear of what Miguel would do to this newbie. Minutes pass by, and nothing is still said.

He suddenly moved, pressing buttons on his watch before a new orange portal emerged. You didn’t realize it the first time, but the portal was almost hypnotic if you stared at it for too long. It would blow anyone’s mind away; it was the bridge between worlds.

Miguel stood in front of the portal before reaching his hand out toward you. Before going, you give one last look at the world around you. A world filled with people who went through the same thing as you. There’s almost a sense of mental connection. Like you know who they are. It was a sense. Spider sense? You shook your head and smiled at the silly thought. A sigh left you as you hoped you could see this place again one day. Taking his hand, he leads you into the portal. Your stomach flipped as, in seconds, you were back in the alleyway. The only difference was it had gotten a lot darker. You check your phone to show that it is 10pm. You groan in frustration at how much time was wasted, and groceries lost as you see them scattered about and shredded by the rats.

Realizing you still held his hand, you remove it immediately from his. As you walk away, exhaustion creeps its way up your body. After turning the corner, you freeze and turn to look up at the man now on the side of a building. “If you’re going to follow me until I get home, it would be less creepy if you just walked next to me.”

Miguel jumped from the building, landing right next to you. Your gaze glanced towards him as he raised to his full height. Cheeks dusted pink as your gaze moves elsewhere.

A huff comes from you as the silence begins to bug you. “So what’s next for becoming Spiderwoman?”

“Work on controlling your powers.”

“Any tips to do that?” You look back at him. He was such a serious man. From what you could tell, he showed no emotion. Well, except for anger.

“You have to figure it out yourself.” You stop, which Miguel does a few feet ahead of you. He turned back, his eyes lenses shifting, confused by your sudden stop.

“Seriously?” You say.

“What?”

Your mouth agape, not believing his confusion.

“You can’t give me any advice?”

“No, every spider has to figure it out on their own. You have to as well. It’s the order in all things.” You begin to walk, now ahead of him.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you anymore.” You go through the front door to your apartment complex, and he still follows right next to you. You arrive at your door and bring out your keys. As you try to find the right one, you find them stuck to your hand. You groan in frustration as you try to shake them off your hand.

“Relax.” Miguel softly spoke.

“What?” The frustration is apparent on your face; he stands before you and gently takes your hand.

“Just relax your body. Think of something that will calm your mind.” Your gaze looks down toward your hand. You didn’t realize before how it engulfed your hand. You felt so small compared to him. His soft touch calmed you down as he lifted the keys from your hand.

“Is it this one?” He gestures towards a silver key. You only can nod as he helps unlock your door.

“You’re not ready yet. You need time to adjust to your new abilities. When that comes, you can join Spider Society.”

“I understand. But you flooded me with so much information. How can I go back to living my normal life? I know it won’t be completely normal.” You look up at him. If only you could see the face behind that mask. To really see what he is thinking.

“Though my visit to your world was unexpected, I should have kept my distance until the time was right.”

“Why didn’t you?” Your brows furrowed from his hesitation.

“I’m not sure myself.”

Your hands reach up, hoping to remove his mask, but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“I want to see your face. It feels weird to talk to someone behind a mask. And it’s the least you can do for all the trouble you’ve caused me.” A small smile graced your lips after hearing him let out a deep chuckle. He lets go of your wrist as his mask suddenly disappears.

Dark brown eyes meet (e/c) as you trace over his face. His black hair smoothed back as a strand, or two rested on his forehead. You gaze down at his soft lips, quickly looking away from them to not raise suspicion. Seeing him now. You didn’t expect this. Not one bit.

You mentally shake your head from the nonsense thinking as you move to open your door. Turning around again, you gaze into his eyes. He still looked so serious under the mask. But his eyes. They held so much hidden emotion trapped behind a wall.

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“You’re welcome.” Silence falls as you begin to speak.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” You say.

“Yes. Maybe in time, our paths will cross again.”

“Maybe.” You give one last smile before slowly closing the door. You slide down against the door, your head resting against your knees. The pounding of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, your cheeks ablaze.

Why are you acting like this? You were acting like a helpless schoolgirl.

After a few moments, you get up and get ready for bed. Hitting the covers, your eyelids become heavy. All of today’s events finally catching up to you.

…

Morning sunlight wakes you from your sleep. Sitting up in bed, memories of yesterday come flooding your mind. It almost felt like a dream, but your new physical attributes reminded you it was real.

A piece of paper catches your eye as you quickly move out of bed towards your window. Opening it, you grab the paper.

I’m assuming your world has a Central Park. Meet me at Belvedere Castle in Sundown.

-Miguel

He must have come back when you were asleep. You decided since you were up, you would get ready for work.

Brushing your teeth, you faced the same situation as last night with your keys. But you remember what Miguel said. The brush suddenly dropped to the counter after you relaxed. You jump up and down with a little cheer, happy to have taken a step in controlling your abilities.

You head out the door, deciding to treat yourself to a coffee and sweet pastry on the way to work.

Arriving at work, you head towards the meeting room to hear the new stories and who should cover them.

“Another robbery? Anything else? We'll lose our audience if we keep doing just plain bank theft.” Said your editor-in-chief. As you take a seat, his gaze turns to you.

“Anything new to report, Y/n? Any good stories about where your brother works?” You sigh internally. Your boss always asked if you knew what was happening behind the curtain at Alchemex. Of course, you knew some small things. But you wouldn’t betray your brother like that, even if he can be annoying most of the time.

“Nothing new, sir. And though I am close with my brother, I don’t know much about what he works on.” You lied. You knew crazy experiments went on in there. One is an obvious spider that can give you powers.

“I see. Well, finish your final edits to that story on the mayor. Your soon-to-be sister-in-law is becoming a captain, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“See if she would be interested in a profile piece.”

“I’ll call her and ask.” The meeting continued for another hour and a half before you could go to your office.

You finished your edits with ease, as there weren’t too many left from your boss. You emailed him the final draft before calling Michelle.

“Hey girl, what up?” From the background noise, it looked like she was in her car.

“Hey! Did I catch you at a good time?”

“Yeah! Today’s been slow, which sucks. How’ve you been?”

“Same things. Just writing.” You hesitate before speaking. The urge to tell her what happened was knowing at the back of my head. But it wasn’t the right time. “Speaking of writing, my boss got word of your promotion to captain. He asked me if you would be interested in a profile piece?”

“I would be honored! A profile piece from one of the top writers at the Nueva York Times!”

“Awesome! How about you come early for dinner on Friday?”

“Sounds perfect! Oh, I forgot to ask last time. How did the date with Adam go?”

“It was nice. He asked to go out again on Saturday.”

“Omg! That’s amazing! Where is he taking you?!” Her voice went higher; excitement was evident in her tone. You rolled your eyes and smiled. She cared so much about your love life. With how much you spent working, you were grateful that she cared this much.

“Another dinner.”

“Maybe something more after?” You could hear her grin on the phone.

“Depends on how well it goes.” You hear someone talking to her on the other end.

“Well, I have to go. Something came up on the radio. But I’ll see you Friday, if not sooner!” The two of you say goodbye before hanging up.

You haven’t thought about Adam in a while. He was a sweet guy. Cute too. But you didn’t feel a connection with him. Not yet, at least. You’ve only been on two dates.

The day went by fast, as it was already two hours before sundown.

Arriving at your apartment, you shower and get ready in simple clothing. By the time you get on the subway and walk to Belvedere Castle, it is sundown. You sit on a bench waiting for Miguel. A moment later, you see a casual man walking towards you. Getting a closer look, you realize it was him.

You stand up and walk towards him, now only standing a foot away. Turning your head up, you smile as you look at him.

“I didn’t expect our paths to meet so soon?” A chuckle leaves your lips.

“I guess I had a change of heart.” A chuckle followed. You never thought such a serious man could smile.

“So what brings this little rendezvous?”

Miguel’s gaze leaves yours as a sigh leaves his lips before looking back at you.

“I’m going to teach you how to become spiderwoman.”

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Hope you enjoyed the chapter💕

[thistlecatfics]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

oooh thank you <3 <3 <3

put these together and then... oops there's a theme for all my favorite fics. (It's incest and dub-con and non-con and substance abuse and not quite fully ever recovering from trauma.)

Nymphadora, Nymphet (Bellatrix/Tonks, 20k) (cw: incest, teacher/student, grooming, non-con)

Dear Nymphadora, I’ve been informed of a temporary Defence professor this year, and you may have gathered she is (was) my sister. Be careful. If she attempts to harm you in any way, report straight to Professor Sprout. We shall talk more at Christmas; it may be time for you to learn more about my side of the family. Please watch your Potions work – I know you can do better than last year. -Mum

I didn't write this fic specifically to include as many content warnings as possible, but with Bellatrix you just sort of end up there. I read My Dark Vanessa and immediately knew I wanted to write a fic inspired by it - though it took me a while to find the right moment. Bellatrix herself is just so captivating. I think as a reader you can see exactly what's happening and still have a part of yourself fall for her just as Tonks does.

Icarus Parvati/Millicent/Pansy) (cw: addiction, suicidal ideation)

A year after the war, Parvati runs into Pansy and Millicent at a club in Ibiza and finds herself embedded in their debauchery. None of it’s healthy, and it works until it doesn’t.

Ahhh this fic. My beloved. I invented a ship tag for it so I know why it sits at less than 700 hits BUT this fic and three women have my heart in such a chokehold. I can't let myself start rereading this fic because every time I do have to finish it. In terms of quality to kudos, I definitely think this is my most underrated fic.

Waxing Gibbous, October 1981 (Remus/Fenrir, Remus/Sirius, 6k) (cw: non-con, canon compliant first war miscommunication)

Remus cuts his soul open for monsters.

I started this fic after a week of particularly emotionally challenging sessions with clients where so many people were processing what it meant to intentionally return to a person who abused them -- and then took a break for over a year because it hit too intensely. Thank you to various cheerleaders for keeping me going. I'm a sucker for canon compliant first war angst between Sirius and Remus and may I say that I have delivered.

Alphard's Favourite (Sirius/Peter, past Sirius/Alphard, 6k) (cw: past CSA, incest)

Peter tries to find out why Sirius is so upset over Alphard’s inheritance. Then he tries to make sure Sirius doesn’t fall off the roof. Then he tries to ensure Remus doesn’t hear them.

This fic contains the greatest ending line I've ever written. You should read it just for that. You should also read it because with no other fic have the two characters taken over the plot so intensely. I wrote it as a mediation on different ways people messily recover from incest/CSA but then Peter and Sirius insisted on having sex so that's what happened.

Duty (Regulus/Sirius, 2k) (cw: suicide, incest)

Regulus knew what a duty was.

I wrote this fic on the train to see my parents as a way to process my own childhood. I thought it would be difficult to turn it into a fic but then it became a Regulus character study with only a few edits so even though it feels almost too personal to be a fic, but it works as a canon compliant Regulus story. It's 2k words, but it'll hit like an epic I promise :)

[suavissimapenna]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @andromeda4004 Thanks, friend!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Five at this point!

What's your total ao3 word count?

24,657 (though I'm currently writing a WIP that will probably double this for the Fairy Tale GO Bang).

What fandoms do you write for?

Good Omens, though technically I cross listed one of my fics to the Queen fandom.

Top five fics by kudos:

I feel like I'm cheating since this is all of them so far, lol.

Say the Word (T, 5k words) The aforementioned Queen fic where Aziraphale helps Brian May with his astrophysics research and Crowley makes a deal with Freddie Mercury.

Like an Angel (T, 1600 words) The classic "heard a Hozier song and wrote this in an hour" fic. A fluffy snippet Aziraphale and Crowley in the Garden ft. tender wing grooming.

Break Up, Break Through (T, 2k words) Post S2 reaction fic. The Bentley has enough of Crowley's moping, which it communicates in song and by kidnapping him back to Soho. Maggie and Nina have to deal with a maudlin demon.

Here I Am (G, 6k words) My first multi chapter fic AND my first AU. This is the first installment in a Church AU series with Priest!Crowley and Aziraphale as the music and liturgy director of the parish. Crowley arrives at the Church of All Angels, Tadfield as the new interim priest. Chaos ensues.

The Fellowship of Christian Minds (T, 10k words) The second installment in the Church AU. Crowley and Aziraphale learn how to work together amid church drama, parishioner gossip, and their own foibles.

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I love getting responses from authors, so I do my best to respond.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Break Up, Break Through is the closest to angsty I've got, though I tried to give it a hopeful vibe. I don't like to leave things on an angsty note, ha!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Say the Word has the happiest, fluffiest ending, with a reference to "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" as "their song."

Do you get hate on fics?

No, not so far! I hope it stays that way tbh.

Do you write smut?

I've been too scared to so far, though I can see myself working up to it in the future.

Craziest crossover:

Does the Queen fic count as a crossover? If so, that's all I've got in that arena. I suppose you could characterize the Church AU as influenced by The Vicar of Dibley in terms of vibes, though it's not an official crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, though I would love it if someone wanted to!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, it's just been me so far. I think it would be fun to do at some point!

All time favorite ship?

The Ineffables are apparently my ride or die forever. I can't let them go!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't have any languishing WIPs because I don't really let myself start things I don't plan to finish, at least so far. I've only been writing fic for about a year now, though, so there's always a possibility.

What are your writing strengths?

I'm really pleased with my references and throwbacks to canon, generally, especially in AUs. I like to think I'm good at dialogue and getting character voices right, though that's so subjective. I know I can hear them saying it in my head when I'm writing, and I hope that translates!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm still figuring out how plot works, and making the transition from more argumentative writing to fiction has been a fun challenge! My beta reader has helped me edit out "thesis statements" from my fics, lol.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm here for it! I'm not verbally fluent in another language, but I have reading knowledge of several dead ones (see my Latin usernames). I love a bit of multilingualism, though I worry that Latin in particular will either come off as pretentious or like I'm summoning a demon on accident.

First fandom you wrote in?

I wrote some for Tamora Pierce's Immortals series back in the FF.net days. I'm such a sucker for a heroine who can both talk to animals and shapeshift into them.

Favorite fic you've written?

Why do I have to choose??? Say the Word will always have a place in my heart as the one that got me into writing for fun again, and for how well my research on it helped it come together! I'm also really enjoying writing the Church AU because it's such a self-indulgent one for me. I do love all the priest smut in the fandom (and there is A LOT of excellent priest smut), but as I was reading it I wanted more of a look into the day-to-day hilarity of church life, so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

No pressure tagging: @noodlefrog-omens @sodiumazideandothertoxins @mirjam-writes and anyone else who wants to answer!

[sstan-hoe]

— 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 —

> Welcome to my Valentine's Day Event!!! I hope you all are ready...

> The event will last from the 13th February to the 20th February 2023 and get into the things let's state some things.

I will not write non-con, dd/lg, incest

the requests only apply to the characters I write for

rude asks will not be answered (for example prompt 48, aemond, thanks) won't do that

please respect if I don't do your request right away

I only write for female reader

☆ 𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒/𝐵𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏 ☆

-> you can request a drabble/blurb from the following prompts (1) posted by @scealaiscoite, (2) posted by @novelbear, (3) posted by @tetsunova and (4) also by @novelbear or think about something on your own!

-> the only thing it has to be is, that is must be related to Valentine's Day

-> you can request any au with any character! (given that as of now I can't say what I won't write I can only say it when I get the ask)

–> everything from angst to fluff to smut to dark is possible!

=> the drabbles/blurbs can be requested starting as of today (6th February 2023) and will be posted next week (beginning 13th February 2023)

=> every drabble can be found under #veevalentine 💞 or in a little list which I will post at the end if the two weeks

♡ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒 ♡

you want to be creative yourself? Then be a part of my writers challenge!!! Let's see what you gotta do...

‐> you have to write for aemond/daemon targaryen, kylo ren or any of sebastian stan or chris evans characters

-> choose a random prompt with this generator or a prompt from the request section and the theme is Valentine's Day (helpful wheels however they won't include every seb and chris characters)

seb and chris characters

diverse kinks

‐> you have to fill out this form (specific things will be listed), that way I can put you on a list and can oversee who is partaking (please fill out after choosing a prompt) — must be filled out until the 12th Februar to partake

-> you do not have to write fics with 2k or more words, a drabble is enough don't worry!

‐> tag me and use the tag #veevalentinechallenge 💞

*everything must be posted until 20th February 2023

mutuals who might be interested: @buckycuddlebuddy @bucky-barnes-diaries @georgiapeach30513 @xcaptain-winterx @foreverenchantingchrisevans

[forlix]

HELLAUURRR!!!

You're literally the best writer on tumblr, so I'm here to ask for some advice 🥹

So you know how stories have a timeline and some may cover like two years for example but be only around 2k words. HOW TO DO THATT??!? 😭 I always get stuck in time when I write something. If there is monday then there has to be tuesday and I just can't do a smooth slide to let's say the next week of the story. I really can't figure out how to do smooth time skips. So perhaps you have some tips? 😋💖

Waah my English isn't good so idk if you get what I mean. It's alright if you don't want to answer!! ^^

hiii my love!

firstly, u flatter me hello. best writer on tumblr is complete craziness!!! thank u so much for saying that though, you're very kind :') and i'm honored that you're entrusting this question to me!

secondly, this is all sooooo valid. navigating time is one of my biggest writing challenges among MANY so i'm not really sure i have the solution myself, but i can try to walk you through my process if you think that would help. i'm sorry in advance if it comes across as convoluted as i think it does 😭

instead of chronological, day-to-day accounts, i like to think of my fics as collections of important moments. "important" meaning significant for characterization, relationship progression, worldbuilding, etc. these moments don't usually happen back-to-back, because all change takes time.

if i can reference my own "ace," which i took special care to map out the timing for, about a week passes between every scene for most of the fic. i made it this way because i wanted there to be a lot of implicit development during those weeks; the couple needed to make their transition from acquaintances to lovers in a way that felt natural. but of course the development couldn't all be implicit, so the fic ends up being a collection of important moments that gives the reader just enough information to tag along on their journey. which is why u get scenes like mc taping hyun's hand in the training room, mc running out of the arcade heartbroken, and mc and hyun having a heart-to-heart on the gym floor

you can think of it as planting the seeds in one scene, letting them sprout and blossom "off camera" (aka during the timeskip), and then doing a garden reveal in the following scene. the two scenes are still very much interconnected—they still depict the same people in the same universe in the same storyline—but something about them has changed, and with it the plot has progressed

depending on what kind of story you're writing, consecutive days makes total sense, btw. in "crying lightning," i explicitly point out the timeskips with headers containing new locations and times preceding every scene because it the couple is a stylist/idol pair that travels together often over one year. in "everything has changed," which is probably closest to ur example of 2 years spanning 2k words, two years pass between every scene to place byeol growing up in parallel with felix and mc falling in love. but maybe you're writing, say, a camp counselor au or a zombie apocalypse au, and the characters only have limited time together; the way you'd write about a five-day period would look super different from a six-year period, u get me?

i am SO sorry about how long this got holy fuck i am truly terrible at putting anything about my writing process into words 😭 but TL;DR: 1) think of ur fics as compilations of important moments, 2) ~plant the seeds of change~ in one scene and reveal the end results in the next, and 3) think ab what timeframe/time-related format would work best for ur fic and go from there! your english is perfect btw <3 don't hesitate to lmk if u have any other follow-up comments or questions!