#500 words at a time this fic will get written

[cinemaocd]

This is a gold mine. It goes back farther than 500 years and you can search by time period or subject matter as well as the individual words. When I was working on a long fic about 10 years ago, I consulted the online etymological dictionary frequently, but this resource doesn't allow such specific searches, nor can you really search for commonly used phrases, such as the delightful 16th century phrase, "eel skin merchant" or "selling eel skins" which just means a liar or a bullshitter, owing to the unlikelihood that a person would try to sell such a useless and unpleasant item.

A cursory look through it I found so much relevant to my interests. Especially hilarious are words that I think Thomas Cromwell might have coined, or at least been among the first to print for example:

Abbey-lubber: a waster or fool that is in Holy Orders, 1538

Oh, and our friend Erasmus, the lettuce eater, calls out crooked lawyers as "ambidexters" (meaning playing both ends...hmmmm hmmmm). I wonder what crooked, bisexual lawyer he could be talking about?

I was surprised how many words from the early 16th century describing corrupt religious practices:

"Bishop has put his foot in it" or "black as the bishop's foot" was written about by Tyndale (the irony!) anything burned, destroyed, wrecked or just the color "black" in general in reference to the burning of heretics.

There were several specific words for sexual partners being snuck into churches and monasteries in disguise: authem (which had several other meanings, less vulgar, more informal about things in the area around a church, also interestingly could be Yiddish in origin) and doxy, which was specifically a sex worker being snuck into church grounds.

"Winchester goose", was a venereal disease as far as I can tell, not a term for the prostitutes themselves, "goose" was a verb meaning to pinch or bite (still used this way) and Winchester was an area with a lot of sex workers. "He is recovering from a Winchester Goose." Also "goose" as a verb morphed into meaning anal intercourse in early 20th century U.S.

There was also: jarkman-a monk who uses their ability to write Latin to forge documents.

Patriarch: phony priest that performed illegal marriages.

Domerer: a monk that pretends to be deaf to get more alms.

legem pone: meant "money down" or an earnest payment, it comes from the first two words in one of the psalms that is associated with the first of the month or payday.

All of these were first printed in the early 16th century, though many were probably older.

It's also fun to see how many commonly used vulgarities are at least that old if not older: bitch, fuck, cunt, cock, cuck, faggot...

about the last one, I'd always heard it came from "faggot" the bundle of sticks used to light fires, since homosexuals would be heretics that are burned. This source disputes that and says that women and children were often derisively called faggots, because they were the ones that carried the bundle of sticks, so it became a term of abuse for homosexuals, as a way to link them with weakness and femininity. The earliest in print usage of the word to mean homosexual, came from WWI in the U.S.

"Bird" could be a woman or an effeminate man at this time, "nan boy" and molly also were effeminant men, a bit later in Shakespeare's time as well as Betty and the area of london associated with gay activity became: bettyland...

hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"

[sapphire11]

Hi friend!

💯 pretty please and thank you 💜💜

Hey!!! Thanks so much for sending me an ask! So sorry it took me four days to answer it...writing has been tough lately, but I did add 500 words to this fic tonight, so thank you!!

The moment drags on until it’s broken by the ringing of Carlos’ phone. He pulls his hand out from Nancy’s and retrieves his phone from his pocket. Mama flashes across the screen, “I’ve gotta take this,”

[sabulana]

wanting to write while The Child is asleep only I have no idea which fic I want to work on

like do I choose one of my three WIPs or do I choose one of the dbda anonmeme prompts I bookmarked

i should probably choose one of the wips though huh

[radioactive-earthshine]

Writing tips for long fics that helped me that no one asked for.

1.) Don't actually delete content from your WIP unless it is minor editing - instead cut it and put it in a secondary document. If you're omitting paragraphs of content, dialog, a whole scene you might find a better place for it later and having it readily available can really save time. Sometimes your idea was fantastic, but it just wasn't in the right spot.

2.) Stuck with wording the action? Just write the dialog then revisit it later.

3.) Stuck on the whole scene? Skip it and write the next one.

4.) Write on literally any other color than a white background. It just works. (I use black)

5.) If you have a beta, while they are beta-ing have them read your fic out loud. Yes, I know a lot of betas/writers do not have the luxury of face-timing or have the opportunity to do this due to time constraints etc but reading your fic out loud can catch some very awkward phrasing that otherwise might be missed. If you don't have a beta, you read it out loud to yourself. Throw some passion into your dialog, you might find a better way to word it if it sounds stuffy or weird.

6.) The moment you have an idea, write it down. If you don't have paper or a pen, EMAIL it to yourself or put it in a draft etc etc. I have sent myself dozens of ideas while laying down before sleep that I 10/10 forgot the next morning but had emailed them to myself and got to implement them.

7.) Remember - hits/likes/kudos/comments are not reflective of the quality of your fic or your ability to write. Most people just don't comment - even if they say they do, they don't, even if they preach all day about commenting, they don't, even if they are a very popular blog that passionately reminds people to comment - they don't comment (I know this personally). Even if your fic brought tears to their eyes and it haunted them for weeks and they printed it out and sent it to their friends they just don't comment. You just have to accept it. That being said - comment on the fic you're reading now, just do it, if you're 'shy' and that's why you don't comment the more you comment the better you'll get at it. Just do it.

8.) Remove unrealistic daily word count goals from your routine. I've seen people stress 1500 - 2000 words a day and if they don't reach that they feel like a failure and they get discouraged. This is ridiculous. Write when you can, but remove absurd goals. My average is 500 words a day in combination with a 40 hour a week job and I have written over 200k words from 2022-2023.

9.) There are dozens of ways to do an outline from precise analytical deconstruction that goes scene by scene to the minimalist bullet point list - it doesn't matter which one you use just have some sort of direction. A partial outline is better than no outline.

10.) Write for yourself, not for others. Write the fic you know no one is going to read. Write the fic that sounds ridiculous. You will be so happy you put it out in the world and there will be people who will be glad it exists.

[redjayson]

I could work more on chapter 11 of second-hand alibis or I could start rewriting Baby's First SVSSS Fic, which I originally got 9k into before abandoning

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this was written for my most lovely wifey @lady-ashfade,, who’s been thirsting a little bit too much for the serving Strong boy, Jacaerys. It’s something shorter than usual as I wrote it with the little free time I have,, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : there is nothing that the eldest son of Rhaenyra enjoys more, than filling you with pure dragonseed to prove you are only his. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 500.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : drabble, smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; breeding kink. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, Jace being slightly possesive over you. a really short drabble written by an exhausted author so excuse any mistakes.— lmk if I forgot anything else!

“Umbagon iēdrosa,”

A kiss was delivered to your lips, silencing you from letting another loud groan escape; his own lips pressed firmly against yours. Jace’s fingertips digged deep in your skin, almost clawing it, as his hands were placed in your hips, forcing you to remain still.

Helplessly, a whimper was released against his lips, simultaneously feeling Jace groaning faintly. A warm feeling occupied your stomach leisurely, as his cock pulsated deeply inside of you. You had lost track of time, having been in that already aching position for a good while— almost all night had passed with your moist cunt getting filled with his seed.

“F-Fuck,” your words grew stuck on your throat, digging your nails on his back, as your other hand interwined it’s fingers on his brunette curls in the back of his head. And as if all those hours getting cum-filled hadn’t been enough, Rhaenyra’s heir slightly moved out of you, only for his cock to leisurely push once again back inside— sliding in and out so easily of your wet pussy, as his member was coated with your fluids.

“I’m sorry, ñuha dōna jorrāelagon,” he began muttering in between pants, placing his lips on your neck’s sweet spot— knowing each one of your most delicate corporal zones, and that was something to take pride for whenever you squirmed beneath him. “But, I need you to carry my heirs. And when you do, everyone will know just how much I adore filling you with my seed.” another groan spurred from your lips, as his hardened cock increased the pace in which it constantly hit your inner sweet spot.

You ached with each one of his movements; your soft groans and pleas occupying the silent space in your shared chambers. With the passing hours of the night, you felt almost oversensitive even to the slightest touch— but, at the same time, you couldn’t deny it felt satisfying to feel his erected size releasing it’s cum inside of you.

Both your trembling legs were firmly interwined on top of his back, offering him free access to keep pushing himself deeply inside of you, as you hid your face on the crook of his neck— weakly nibbling on your lower lip to hold back your continous pleas, your ragged breathing hitting against his exposed skin.

A faint fleshy sound was provoked with each single hit against your cunt, his length beginning to throb softly, while a knot tangled on your stomach. Growls escaped from him, holding you firmly in place. A feeble grin grew on the corner of his rosy lips, hotly breathing against your own skin as well. One of thumbs gently caressed your skin, lazily placing kisses all over that precious face of yours— admiring every inch of you.

“Otherwise, how else will everyone know who you belong to?”

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[navybrat817]

Season of Giving

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A small glimpse at your first holiday with Bucky.

Word Count: Over 500

Warnings: Fluff, small insecurities, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: A quick thing inspired by an anon ask. Continuing with Moving in Slow Motion, Heart and Home, and (Im)Patiently Waiting! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You spend the morning with Sweet Pea in matching pajamas as she opens gifts. The matching pajama tradition began when she was a baby and you’re happy she still wants to do it.

You make breakfast as she plays with some of her new toys, and you hang up the new calendar she made on the fridge. You also put the snowglobe she made on your desk, complete with her picture inside.

Sweet Pea shares some of her stocking candy with you and when you ask her why she says it’s because it's the season of giving and sharing. You’re raising her right.

And being the season of giving, you hope you’ve given her enough. She doesn't get gifts from her dad or that side of the family, so you always do your best to give her a nice holiday.

It’s more than enough, even if you doubt yourself now and again.

Bucky invites you over for the afternoon. He doesn't want to interrupt your morning time with your daughter.

You two decide to make holiday treats for Bucky because you don't want to show up empty handed. Sweet Pea also makes a homemade card and paints a coffee mug for him, which becomes his new favorite.

You can't help but smile when you see Bucky in a nice sweater that matches his blue eyes because he looks so handsome. For a moment you worry that you're a bit undressed until he tells you how beautiful you look.

Your smile only widens and your heart melts when he crouches down to pick up Sweet Pea and carry her around. She tells him all about the morning with great enthusiasm, and he listens to every word.

How is he so perfect?

He has gifts for both of you under the large tree in his living room because he wants to spoil you, but he won't ��upstage” you by getting more gifts for your daughter than you did. You appreciate that more than you can say.

There are games set up so you can all play together, snacks and blankets for movies, and he has a few books out, too, in case Sweet Pea wants him to read. She does.

Dinner is simple and low-key because you want it to be something your daughter will enjoy, and it’s full of smiles and laughter.

You tear up after dinner when Sweet Pea starts to get sleepy and Bucky wraps her up in a warm blanket so she can lay on the loveseat. You try to wipe the tears away before he catches you.

He sees them anyway and doesn't show how emotional he feels, but it hits him square in the chest.

Because while he saw his friends in the morning and they are his family, he doesn't have this.

And when you're curled up beside Bucky later on the couch, you thank him for giving you and your daughter a wonderful holiday. It was one you wouldn't forget.

He thanks you for doing the same for him, and hopes it’s the first of many.

Oh, they deserve the world. Love and thanks for reading! And all the good vibes during the holidays. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[froggiewrites]

hello i wanted to request a comfort fic with Law,Zoro and Sanji with their s/o being depressed,stressed

thanks in advance

Hi, sorry this took so long! This is the first time I've written a few smaller scenarios instead of one larger fic and I've gotta say, I really enjoyed it. It was a nice change of pace! So thank you for requesting this 😊 I hope this fic brings you the comfort you need, and that you're doing well!!

Hard Times

Pairing: Law, Zoro, Sanji x Reader

SFW

Summary: You've not been yourself lately, and he's been worried about you. Warnings: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Word Count: 1.7k total (a little over 500 each)

It didn’t take him long to notice something was wrong. There was a subtle change in you, something a less observant man would have missed. But you always had his attention, and he knew you well. You were a bit slower to respond, your eyes a bit unfocused, your smile less bright. He tried to tell himself it was nothing, that you were just a bit tired, but after the third time of finding you in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, he knew that you needed some more support. He was more than happy to be that support.

Law

Law is a deeply caring man, despite his attempts to appear otherwise, but he is also, unfortunately, terrible at showing it. So he doesn’t talk to you about it, not directly. He instead racks his brain, thinking of every possible way to reduce stress and ways to treat depression. His instinct is to opt for medicine, but he knows he should start smaller first.

“I have a gift for you.” He places it in your hands unceremoniously, trying to hide his delight at your small smile. That’s the most joy you’ve shown in days.

“Thank you, Law! That’s really sweet of you.” You carefully peel back the wrapping paper he had spent far more time than he would admit on, only for your face to show confusion. “A…lamp?”

“A UV lamp.” He says it as though the purpose is obvious.

“Okay?”

“It mimics sunlight.”

You blink at him. “I–you didn’t clarify anything.”

He shifts on his feet, eyes focusing anywhere but you. “We’re down on the seafloor a lot, so you can’t always go on deck for sunlight. And I think some sun will help you.”

Your eyes narrow as you try to put the pieces together. “Why?”

“Sunlight boosts serotonin production.”

You make a soft sound of understanding, before you give him a smirk he would normally hate to admit made his heart skip a beat. “You were worried about me.” You say it like it’s such a victory, like it isn’t something you expected. Clearly he had failed you somehow, if you thought he wasn’t always fretting about you. He typically tries to deny such things, the vulnerability making him feel unsure and small, but you were worth feeling a little weak.

“Of course I was worried about you.” He spits it, like it was so very obvious, and you laugh at him. Normally he would prickle, his defenses growing higher, but that’s the first time he’s heard you laugh in over a week. He would never admit the sound brought a tear to his eye, the relief tearing through him like a hurricane. He can’t help shifting forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as he checks to see if you’ve regained the sparkle in your eyes. It’s dim, but it’s there. He can’t resist kissing you.

You accept his warmth quickly and easily. You practically fall into his arms, nuzzling into his neck when your lips part. “You don’t have to worry. I can handle it. It always passes eventually.”

He sighs, kissing the top of your head. “Just because you can handle it on your own doesn’t mean you have to. You aren’t alone in this. You have me. You have the crew. We’re here for you, whatever you need, whenever you need it.”

Your voice comes out much quieter this time. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You aren’t.”

“...You promise you’d tell me if I was?”

He chuckles. “I promise.” He gently takes the lamp out of your hand, places it on your desk, and guides you to your bed. “Now tell me everything you need to get off your chest.”

And, to his relief, you do.

Zoro 

Zoro is blunt. He doesn’t know how to dance around your feelings, and frankly, he doesn’t care to. The faster he breaks through your reluctance to tell him what you need, the faster he can help you, and the faster you’ll be happy.

“Why aren’t you asking for help?”

You jump, not having heard him come in, too busy struggling to ground yourself. “What?”

“Something’s wrong. Why haven’t you come to ask for help?” He’s still dripping with sweat, having just come from a particularly intensive workout that was a failed attempt to distract himself until you finally broke and came to him. He can see you try to avoid his eye, so he gently grabs your chin and steers you toward him. He tries to make his voice gentle, sweet in a way he can never quite nail. “Sweetheart, talk to me. I just want to understand.”

You still avoid looking straight at him, even now, but you finally speak. “I…didn’t want to be a burden.”

He can’t hide his obvious confusion. “Huh?”

You finally look at him, not understanding his reaction. “What?”

“Who cares if you’re a burden for a while?”

You look shocked, “I do!”

“Okay, well no one else does! Everyone is a burden sometimes. No one can do everything on their own. The crew’s job is to help each other.”

“None of you guys have ever been a burden.”

“Were we not a burden, or were you just happy to help?”

You open your mouth to argue again, but he can see the exact moment you realize you really have nothing you can say. You can’t deny helping your crew has sometimes made your life harder. He’s seen it countless times. Your Captain alone has gotten you into dozens of situations you could hardly think about without wincing. But you were always happy to help, and a burden shared is a burden halved.

“Everyone here is happy to help you if you need it. All avoiding us does is make us worry.”

You seem to shrink in on yourself. “I’m sorry.”

He pulls you close, chuckling a little at the discontented noise you make when you realize he’s still sweaty. You squirm halfheartedly, but it doesn’t take long before you snuggle into his warmth. He can feel the muscles in your back slowly start to relax under his hands as you accept his touch. “No need for apologies, sweetheart. Just fix it. Talk about it.”

You hold him tight. “I don’t know exactly what I need. Everything’s just…hard. I don’t remember it always being this hard.”

He tries to ignore the way his heart breaks at how pained you sound. He instead focuses on the positives: you’re here, you’re talking, and you’re willing to accept help if it comes. “It won’t be this hard forever. I’ll be right here to make it a little easier, alright? And you can talk to Chopper for some help, too.”

“...Do you think I should?”

“I think that’s up to you. But we’re here. That’s what matters.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon in Zoro’s arms, and if he sees you sneaking to Chopper’s office later, he doesn’t mention it, though his relieved smile might give him away.

Sanji

Sanji is very in tune with your emotions, often realizing you’re upset before anyone else, and sometimes even before you register it yourself. It’s not uncommon for him to suddenly appear, food and drink in hand, ready to pamper you to your (or, maybe more accurately, his) heart’s content. So you don’t seem to suspect a thing when he starts setting up picnics for you on the deck, each dish carefully prepared to boost serotonin production and the drinks designed to reduce stress and anxiety. You’ve probably had more chamomile tea in the past few weeks than you’ve ever had in your life. 

He sets up the picnic blanket in the perfect location: enough room in the shade for you to rest if you get too hot, but positioned in a way that encourages you to soak up the sun. As you eat, he oh-so-subtly encourages you to talk, maintains skin on skin contact as much as he can, and observes everything he can to improve the next one.

You sit blankly for a while, letting him do as he pleases but not reciprocating, before you finally speak, your voice much flatter than usual. “Sanji?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Why are you doing this?”

He freezes. “Why am I doing what, angel?”

You shift in his arms, forcing him to look you in the eye as you do so. He can’t help but brush a stray crumb off of your cheek, his thumb tracing down to your jaw. You gently catch his hand in your own, squeezing it. “These picnics aren’t just little dates, are they, Sanji? Something is clearly wrong.”

He doesn’t know how to explain he’s worried about you without you feeling pressured to speak. He doesn’t want to push you if you aren’t ready, but he can’t stand to sit by and watch as you drown in your own head. “I–do you have anything you want to talk about?”

“What?”

“You haven’t been yourself lately. I just thought…you could use something like this.”

You seem to relax a bit. “So you’ve been worried about me?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to push you, but you clearly need some help, darling. I was hoping I could make this a bit easier for you.”

You give him a real smile for the first time in a while. “Is this why you’ve been sneaking me so many little treats? And why you’ve been so desperate to keep me away from caffeine?”

He tries not to flush. “I thought you could use a pick-me-up. And I read getting better sleep can help with mood.” He pulls you closer, pressing your face into his neck to hide his redness from you. “I was hoping it’d make talking about whatever’s wrong a little easier for you.”

You snuggle into him, accepting your warmth. “Talking about it is always hard. Everything is, right now.”

“Are you willing to try? I think it might help.”

He can feel your sigh. Your reluctance. But slowly, carefully, you unfurl the tension you’re holding, and you allow him to carry some of your burdens for you. You talk for hours, about everything, including things you were clearly frightened to speak aloud. By the end, you may not be perfectly happy again, but he can see your steps are a little lighter. He’s never been more relieved.

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[livelaughloveluffy]

500 followers special !!! - steamy shower with black leg sanji

a/n: i figured it was only fair to treat you guys as a huge thank you for all the love and support i've been getting on my fics!! it genuinely means the world to me that everyone has been so kind in supporting my hobby and love for these glorious characters!!! without further ado, the long awaited promised smutty fic!! i really hope you guys enjoy!! i've literally never written smut before so know i'm doing my best and hopefully get better with time 😭😭😭

a/n: okay the more i think about it, i dont really know if this actually counts as smut but like it's a lot steamier than fluff so.... take that however you want 😭😭😭😭😭 you know fluff is my thing but i really tried 💀💀

a/n: you guys know i can't resist to link songs to my fics (since i often write while listening to music) and this song literally perfectly encapsulates the vibe i'm going for, so here it is!!

smut under the cut!!! minors dni (or at least don't let me catch you) 💗

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the soft sunlight streaming through the window shining on the toned bare torso of sanji is akin to a work of art and a blessing to be the first thing you opened your eyes to this morning. your groggy morning voice can't help but croak out the comment "good morning, handsome" at the beautiful blonde only a few feet away from you slowly undressing.

sanji's gaze meets yours as he walks over to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. his soft flowery voice whispers the response "good morning, mon amour. did you sleep well beautiful?" you mumble in response, hand on the side of his face to move his lips to yours, you just can't resist pulling him in for a kiss.

when you finally pull away, faces still inches apart from each other as sanji leans over you, you ask "for what reason am i being blessed at the sight of you like this?" sanji's laugh was music to your ears, and the slight blush that slowly appeared on his cheeks was simply adorable. "i was just going to jump in the shower." he replied, clearly doing his best to contain how flustered he is by your comment.

a wide smile grows across your face as you can't help but reply "care if i join you?"

•♡•

sanji's arms find their way wrapped around your body as he carefully lifts you out of bed, with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs slowly wrapping around his waist, and giggles flowing out of your mouth as he leaves kisses on your neck carrying you to the bathroom with him.

once he has the door closed, against your better judgement, you slowly drop to the ground, arms still around sanji's neck as you stand in front of him. your lips find each other like its second nature and you can't help but get lost in the taste of him. his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking permission to enter your mouth, to which you happily oblige. your hands travel from the nape of sanji's neck down to the front of his chest, slowly making their way to the side of his hips. your fingers dance at the top of the elastic band holding up his boxers.

as your tongues swirl around each other, fighting for dominance, you can feel warmth spreading in your core as your kissing becomes more heated and fervent. a soft moan slips from your mouth and into sanji's, making him press his body even closer to yours. one of his hands gripping your hair, the other slowly moving up and down your torso, finding its way under your oversized t-shirt.

with the feeling of your skin under his fingers distracting him, yours are slowly beginning to toy with the band of his boxers, carefully sliding them down to continue undressing the man in front of you.

sanji catches on to this immediately, pulling away from your lips, you hear his desperate moan of the word "finally" as a whisper in your ear. he uses this short time of his lips off yours to lift your shirt over your head and off your body. it takes an extreme amount of restraint for sanji to step away from you to turn on the water, allowing it to warm up before you two get in the shower.

•♡•

you can see how his pupil is dilated so wide, it's a struggle to see the vibrant blue of his eye as he turns back towards you. he gently intertwining his fingers with yours and pulls your hand and body into him. his lips are back on you barely giving you time to catch your breath as your bare chest is pressed against his. sanji's hands land on your hips, making quick work of pulling your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion.

he pries himself away from the gentle touch of your lips to pepper your cheeks with kisses, slowly working his way down your neck. you can't help the hitch in your breath as you feel a slight pressure of suction as he begins to leave hickeys in between his kisses. his bright smile seems to glow as he looks back up at you, crashing his lips back onto yours with a new fervor of excitement.

your fingers tangle in sanji's golden curls as you deepen your kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth and slightly jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands grab your ass in order to support your weight. the heat of your kiss mixes with the hot steam emitting from the shower and the passion of his touch consumes your every thought . feeling his skin pressed against yours felt like a spark of electricity. causing your hips to naturally grind into him, eliciting a deep groan from sanji.

there's a feral look in his eye as he pulls himself away from your lips and begins carrying you into the shower with him. the water falling from overhead slowly begins to wet you both. you brush sanji's damp blonde locks away from his covered eye, slicking his hair back. you press your forehead against his, unable to pull yourself away from the impassioned look in his eyes. you place a final gentle kiss against his lips as he lowers you, allowing you to place your feet on the floor of the shower.

•♡•

with a slight echo, sanji raises his voice to speak over the sound of the water hitting against the floor, but his praise rings out and falls upon your ears "god, you're so beautiful mon amour. i can't believe you're all mine.." you can feel as your face warm with a soft blush coating your cheeks due to the compliment, you shyly reply "you're not so bad yourself, pretty boy."

it's become standard routine for the two of you to shower together, as there's something so intimate about being able to gently rub soap into each other's skin, sanji can't help but think of it as an act of service, and it's one that he genuinely loves to provide for you.

the feeling of his soap-covered hands gently exploring your body is one that you're used to, but somehow his touch still makes you weak in the knees under his touch. it doesn't matter how long the two of you have been doing this, the lust that radiates through his skin still warms your heart. his hands deftly massage your shoulders, slowly working their way down your back.

when he's finally satisfied, you hear his delicate voice whisper in your ear "i'm going to start on your hair, mon amour." soapy hands tenderly begin softly massaging your scalp, sanji takes extra care to make sure no water or soap falls into your eyes. nothing but a soft moan of pure relaxation escapes your lips. when he's finally done rinsing out your shampoo, he carefully applies conditioner to the ends of your hair, just the way you like it. his voice cuts through the ambience of the pattering water yet again as he requests "okay, turn towards me, mon cheri."

you're met with sanji's piercing blue eyes, full of adoration for you. you watch as his eyes slowly look you up and down, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. he only meets your eyes again when he senses your slight nervousness at his undivided attention.

•♡•

as you finally muster up the courage and lather your hands with soap, you press a quick kiss to sanji's lips before telling him "it's your turn now." and as your hands find a place on his shoulders, you can't help but admire the gorgeously toned body of the man in front of you. his muscles are soft and lean, but definitely prominent. with your hands slick with bubbles, you gingerly rub the soap into sanji's chest, dragging your hands downwards towards his abs, giving extra attention and time softly caressing his v-line.

eventually moving your hands to his hips, while at times sanji can be a bit insecure about his thin waist, it's one of your favorite physical traits of his. pulling his body closer, you finally pull your eyes away from his soft pale skin and meet his yet again.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy... i'm so lucky to have you.."

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a/n: guys, the way my face was literally warm from how much i was blushing while writing this is actually insane 😭😭😭 i am so notoriously down bad for this man UGHHHHHHHJJNDKJNFKSBF

a/n: also a big thank you to my lovely friend melody who was kind enough to beta read this for me and help me edit!!!! she's a fucking real one. 😌

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[imaginespazzi]

Can you write a fic (one shot) of pazzi going paddle boarding together based on that picture of them? Thanks!

Ask and you will receive (occasionally)....

This is more of a blurb than a one-shot (~ 500 words) and I wrote it in very little time and the editing is non-existent but sometimes these dumbasses do inspire fluff (or something more suggestive I guess).

The sun hits Azzi's face at an odd angle, causing the brunette to huff irritatedly as she turns her face to hide it against Paige's chest. There's a pair of sunglasses resting on her head but she'd much rather use her girlfriend's body to shield her from the sunlight. Paige is already doing most of the work as it is, rowing the paddleboat while Azzi leans back against her chest, so what's one more thing really?

"Is the sunlight bothering you princess?" Paige teases.

"Yes make it go away," Azzi whines.

"Unfortunately I don't control the sun," Paige says gravely.

"All that new muscle on your arms and you can't even fight the sun for me?" Azzi pouts and Paige laughs. She can feel the vibrations of it dancing against her back and Azzi buries her own secret grin against the blonde's neck. Seven years later, and still, making Paige laugh makes her feel giddy. It's her favorite sound in the world; one she's memorized and locked in a treasure chest in her mind labelled all about the girl who changed my world.

"So you have noticed my arms then?" Paige smirks, that familiar cockiness laced in every word.

Azzi lifts herself up from Paige's chest, turning herself around slightly and rolling her eyes at the arrogance written all over the star point guard's face.

"Well," she begins innocently, running an index finger tantalizingly slowly up Paige's bicep, "you certainly seem to be trying to get me to notice."

Paige gulps, shivering under her girlfriend's delicate touch and it's Azzi's turn to grin at the obvious effect she has on everyone's favorite rizzler.

"Azzi," Paige warns, arms going deathly still as she stops rowing, eyes glancing down at Azzi's bikini top that leaves little to the imagination before resolutely fixing themselves on her face.

The girl in question blinks up at Paige, biting her lip and soothing it with her tongue, as she hums coyly in response, "something bothering you baby?"

"You know exactly what you're doing," Paige grits out.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"We're going to drown if you keep touching me like that," the blonde bites out as Azzi continues to lazily brush her fingers up and down Paige's arm, her free hand toying with her own necklace.

Azzi tsks, "then I suggest you start rowing again. It'd be a shame if we drowned before I could properly show you just how much I appreciate all the hard work you've been putting in, in the gym lately."

Checking twice to make sure neither of their brothers are paying attention so she can avoid any teasing, Azzi steals a quick kiss from Paige's lips before turning herself back around and leaning back against her girlfriend's chest. She can't help but be just a little proud of herself when she feels Paige's erratic heartbeat, perfectly in sync with the fast-paced rhythm of her own heart, thrumming against her back.

"You're a fucking menace you know that," Paige whispers, lips dangerously close to Azzi's ears, "you're going to pay for that."

Sighing contentedly in her girlfriend's arms, Azzi smirks.

"Can't wait baby."

[sanjisprincesswifey]

helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels. 

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this post was inspired by it's complicated written by @bby-deerling , so if you like this go read hers too!

[ariascoven]

⟡ THANKS TO THE RAIN

PAIRING : vanessa shelly x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : female reader. petnames (angel, hon, bunny, baby, love, honey & princess). smut. praising kink. nipple play. biting, and a little bit of blood. finger sucking. fingering and oral (both reader receiving). mommy kink.

WORD COUNT : 2.8k

A/N : this has been sitting on my google docs stuck at 500 words, all forgotten since august 4th and i felt the need to continue it when i made this account because WHERE did all the vanessa fics go ??? hello ??? i'm still at the restaurant </3

MY MASTERLIST

It was another work day for you — or rather, work night. You were in the security guard room, lazily sitting on the chair with legs spread as your eyes roamed over the monitors showcasing exactly what you saw every working night; an endless void of nothing. Nothing happened, ever. The clock made a sound signaling it was 2am and you let out a yawn as boredom washed over you, rubbing your sleepy eyes before turning your head towards the door upon hearing a knock. “Vanessa?” You called out, head tilting to the side. As suspected, the blonde woman eased the door open with a bashful smile playing on her face. Your eyes widened at the sight of her state — completely soaked, strands of sopping wet hair glued to her face in a way that seemed nothing but uncomfortable. “Vanessa! Get in!” You spoke as you got up from your seat in a flash. “What happened? Did you forget your coat?” Your voice was laced with concern as you walked up to your work bag that was on the other side of the room and pulled something from inside.

“I did, indeed.” Her voice sounded angelic per usual, an awkward chuckle falling from her lips. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the table, observing you with curiosity in her eyes. “Do you bring that with you to work everyday?” She asked with a raised brow, watching as you removed clothes from within the bag. You hummed in response. She muttered a ‘thank you’ as her cold fingers brushed against yours while she took the clothes from you. The outfit you gave her was rather simple, consisting of a long sleeved shirt and a pair of baggy pants, both in the color black. “I don't like going home wearing my work clothes. Makes me feel all dirty and disgusting.” You said with a slight pout that Vanessa thought was adorable, grabbing your jacket from where it was hanging on the chair and walking up to her. “I don't have a towel with me, so this will have to do.” You murmured, using it to dry Vanessa’s hair. You thought the way she snapped her eyes shut as you aggressively rubbed the fabric on her head was endearing, a smile spreading across your face. “You're going to get sick like this.” You scolded.

A sense of gratefulness washed over Vanessa as you showed your concern and care for her. She gave you a soft smile as her arms awkwardly dropped to her sides as she allowed you to finish what you were doing. “Thank you.” She said in her usual gentle tone, her hand grazing against yours as she took the jacket from you to finish drying herself up. That was the second time your hands met, and even though it was nothing but a simple touch, it made your heart flutter a little. You dragged your feet to the other side of the room, the half finished cup of coffee that you left on the monitor’s desk being warmly welcomed into your hands as you took a long sip and sighed at the familiar taste. Was it good? Not really. But it was your best friend through the nightmare you called your job, keeping you awake. “It really is that stormy outside, huh? Why did you-” The words died in your mouth when you turned around to find a topless Vanessa, lips feeling suddenly dry. Subtle was not your last name at all, jaw dropping at the sight as your eyes shamelessly wandered over the cop’s nice figure.

Confusion was written all over her face when she looked up after noticing the way your sentence was never completed. Your gaze met hers and you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, cheeks reddening as you dipped your head down to avoid eye contact. “Sorry.” The word came out almost like a whisper, your voice shaking. Amused by the situation and your adorable demeanor when embarrassed, Vanessa smirked mischievously. She put down your jacket, once more supporting herself by her hand as she leaned against the table. “Woah, you look like you saw a ghost.” She nagged, head cocking to the side. “Never seen a topless woman before?” Too embarrassed to deal with her mocking at the moment, you turned your back to her with a scoff and brought your drink to your lips once more with a shrug as you pretended you weren't affected by her — and failing miserably at that.

Vanessa, on the other hand, could hardly hide her excitement at the unexpected situation. Ever since she laid her eyes on you, she thought you were incredibly attractive. However, afraid of ruining the friendship you've been building along those few months you've known each other, she kept it to herself and never made a move, secretly hoping you would. Regrettably, you felt the same. You never knew about the secretive glances she shot in your direction when you weren't looking and assumed the touches that lasted a little too long in your opinion were simply accidental. Your heartbeat quickened when you heard her footsteps approaching. The sound of your breath hitching was audible the moment she stopped right behind you and pressed her chest, covered in nothing but the fabric of a simple black bra, against your back. A hand snaked around your waist and slipped under the fabric of your shirt to caress your bare stomach.

Her lips grazed against your ear as she spoke and you could feel her warm breath hitting you. “I can see the desire in your eyes, angel.” The whispered words sent a jolt straight to your core, body tensing. “Shhh,” she cooed, pressing a wet kiss to your neck as the hand beneath your shirt traveled higher and touched the underside of your breasts. “It's okay, just relax.” With trembling hands, you returned your coffee to its previous spot, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “Good girl.” She praised, feeling your body relax against her. “Do you really want this?” The blonde woman asked as she rested her chin on your shoulder, her free hand turning your head and forcing your gaze onto hers. When you nodded in response, she tsked and tapped her index finger against your cheek in a playful manner, a small smile on her lips. “Need you to use your words, m’kay? I just want to be sure, hon. Now, say the three little words for me.” The way she was speaking to you made your mind go blank. You felt the need to hold onto her arms to steady yourself, legs weakening under the weight of your body.

“I need you, Nessa.” Your voice dripped with pure want as you spoke, looking into her eyes and squeezing her arms, fingers digging in slightly. She breathed out at your words, gaze lowering to your parted lips. You let out a shaky sigh when you felt a hand cupping a breast and kneading it gently. There was a pause, then you heard a low chuckle falling from Vanessa’s lips as she twisted your nipple between her fingers, the delicious sensation causing your head to tip back against her shoulder. “No bra? What a bad bunny.” You shivered at the nickname. You contemplated saying something back, but the only sound you managed to make was a sinful moan as she played with your hardened peaks. She turned you around in her arms, speedy fingers working to unbutton your blouse. Your body trembled, and you weren't sure if it was due to the cold air hitting your now-bare torso or the way Vanessa licked her lips as her gaze burned holes in your chest. Your hand wrapped around her ponytail when she leaned down to take a breast into her mouth, her blue eyes looking up at you as her tongue swirled around your sensitive nipple, your knees becoming weak at the sinful sight.

A deep groan left Vanessa’s lips when you tugged on her hair harshly. You whined as she doubled her efforts, your free hand reaching behind you to grip the edge of the desk. You watched as she moved from a breast to another. It felt heavenly, having someone worship you like that. Your back arched almost involuntarily, pushing your breasts further into her mouth. She hummed in approval around you, the vibrations sending a rush of arousal through your body — one that went straight to your cunt. While she tugged a peak between her teeth, she teased the other, mimicking the motion but with her fingers. Nobody had ever paid this much attention to your breasts before; and it drove you crazy. She pulled back with a satisfying pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to you. “Shit— always wanted to do this.” Her words came out as a whispered confession. Your hand released her ponytail and landed on the nape of her neck, pulling her back up. Your lips met in a passionate and sloppy kiss that made your head spin, the way her hands groped your ass eliciting a gasp from you.

A whine came out of Vanessa’s lips when you pulled back for air and you squeezed your thighs together at the marvelous sound. She began peppering kisses all over your jaw and neck, a contented sigh of pleasure leaving you. Then, you suddenly felt her forcing your head to the side as her teeth sank down into your neck. You let out a strangled moan at the bite. It stung, it hurt, but most of all — it made you clench around nothing. It made you dizzy, the way she licked the blood that left the wound as if it was the most delicious thing she's ever tasted on her tongue. Fingers fumbled with the zipper of your pants, quickly getting rid of it and sending the fabric down onto the floor. She pulled back to stare down at you, blue eyes darkened with lust. She tapped two of her fingers against your bottom lip and you immediately opened your mouth, its warmth welcoming her digits inside. Your tongue swirled around her, not daring to break eye contact even for a split second. “Good girl, angel.” She praised as she pulled back, a chuckle falling from her lips when you whined at the absence of her fingers inside your mouth. Her knees dropped to the floor, grabbing your leg and throwing it over her shoulder without ceremonies. Her tongue licked a wet stripe up your slit through your drenched underwear, soaking it even more.

“You’re such a fucking tease.” You groaned out in frustration as your hips bucked against her face, desperately seeking the friction you needed. She shot a devilish grin up at you as she continued to tease your needy cunt, sucking and licking the sensitive skin through the thin fabric. Your body shook with excitement when she finally slid your panties down your legs, then started planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. It set your body on fire, the way her mouth sent waves of pleasure through your entire being just from kissing your thighs — you could only moan in anticipation from the pleasure she would make you feel when she finally touched you where you needed her, with no underwear as an obstacle. She took her time with you, made sure her mouth didn't miss any inch of your shivering flesh as she kissed her way up towards your center. When she finally reached your soaked folds, your eyes rolled back into your head so hard you almost thought you could see your own brain for a brief moment.

Slender fingers spread you open to expand the exploration of her tongue, and she whimpered at the taste of you. You couldn't believe what was happening. The hot police woman you’ve had a crush on for months now and that maybe, just maybe, you thought about when touching yourself on multiple occasions, was eating you out like a starved woman and whimpering at your taste — devouring you whole like you were her last meal. Your mind spiraled, knuckles bruising from gripping the desk so tightly, holding onto dear life to ensure you didn't fall pathetically. Your legs felt like pure jelly, and you thanked the Gods above for the fact Vanessa was gripping your hips to keep you in place. Her tongue was a dream; a dirty, wet and delicious dream you hoped you would never wake up from.

“You're dripping, bunny. You've been wanting this, haven't you?” You’ve never heard her voice this low, sounding this husky before, and you loved it. You nodded as she stole the air from your lungs, her tongue plunging deep inside you. The moan that slipped from your mouth could only be described as filthy. “How long, baby? I need to know. How long have you been fantasizing about this?” You feel your cheeks burning at her question as a light shade of pink dusted your cheeks. You found it hard to form coherent words and respond — both from the embarrassment of admitting you’ve wanted her for a while and the pure bliss that made your mind blank out.

“S-Since we met.” You whispered, eyes widening at the depraved moan that left her lips as she heard your response.

“Fuck, me too.” You whimpered at her words, fingers finding their way to Vanessa’s head and holding onto her blonde hair, nails digging onto her scalp. She seemed to like that, the way her breath hitched. “You're telling me I could've had this sweet pussy all to myself months ago?” You gasped and clenched around nothing when her finger teased your entrance. “So wet for me, love.” She cooed, dragging her digits along your soaked folds and gathering your slick before sucking them into her own mouth. “You're addicting, you know that?” And damn, how you wished you were able to say something, anything. But incoherent blabbers were the only thing you were capable to spit out. The moment she slid two fingers inside your hole was the moment you realized what you had gotten yourself into — the way your inner walls gripped her like a vice. Truthfully, you could cum right then and there.

From between your legs, Vanessa relished the effect she had on you. The way you had your eyes shut tightly and bit on your bottom lip drove her insane. She wanted, needed you to cum. She needed to feel your orgasm, to hear it. Her fingers moved at such a fast speed that your brain was barely able to register when they were sliding into you and when they were sliding out. She found that sensitive spot inside you with ease as she curled her digits inside you, her palm hitting your clit with each movement of her wrist. Her eyes darkened even more when she looked up, being greeted by the most delightful sight she's ever seen; your tongue sticking out of your mouth as drool streamed down your chin. “Fuck— honey, look at me.” It took a few seconds for her words to register, and then you obeyed. You glanced down at her through half lidded, dazed eyes. “You're the prettiest thing in the world.” She whispered, so quietly she wondered if you heard her. When she saw your cheeks flushing and the faintest hint of a smile forming on your lips, she knew you did.

At some point, you don't even remember when, your hips had stopped moving to meet Vanessa’s rhythmic movements. Your body was completely spent, there was nothing you could do other than stand there as she fucked you like a good girl. You just wanted to be her good girl. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as you neared the edge, fingers gripping the woman’s hair so tightly you were afraid you were hurting her — however, not afraid enough to stop. “I need you to cum for me, love. Please. Can you do that for mama, princess?” Mama. That sent you over the edge. You screamed out her name as you reached your orgasm, not caring about being heard — it's not like there was anyone else in the building with you anyway, you worked alone. She groaned and planted kisses on your lower stomach as she fucked you through your climax. Your moans turned into small, shaky whimpers when she finally pulled out of you.

You watched with tired eyes as she ascended from the floor and brought her fingers coated in your slick to your mouth. You happily accepted the tempting offer, taking her digits inside your mouth and cleaning her with your tongue. She gave you a smile so gentle, so tender; it didn't even seem like she just fucked you brainless during your shift. You were putty in her hands, and you loved it. When you released her fingers, she cupped your cheek and leaned in for a kiss. Moaning against her, you eagerly returned the kiss and reached for her with shaky hands. Fingers threaded through her hair as your lips moved against each other slowly, and you felt her smiling against you. When you reluctantly broke the kiss for air, she gave you a cheeky grin. “Thanks to the rain.”

[webism]

It really irritates me that you can write low effort stables like the pornstar ones and hit 10k when I write full fics and barely break 500 most of the time. Do I just give up because people like you won’t ever give us the spotlight for a damn minute? It’s incomprehensible how *you’re* so popular and the longest thing I’ve seen you write is maybe a thousand words.

whats apparently incomprehensible to you is how that’s not my fucking problem lmao

do you think i pick and choose what every person on this site interacts with? it’s not my fault nor is it my issue if you aren’t getting the engagement you want. i’m sorry you’re struggling with it but also i don’t care 🤷🏻‍♀️

‘give you the spotlight’ bitch shut up don’t attack me for your shortcomings. writing is HARD and draining and you need to be putting love into your community rather than bitching at me. i couldn’t imagine dogging on a stranger because i’m not getting the attention i want.

also i’m writing two novel series and an interactive novel. i have an editor i pay—i’m going to be a published author. i don’t NEED to write 10k word fics but i have 12k written in nanamis masked route alone and that’s unfinished.

have some fucking fun with the porn you write and get off my blog 💤💤

[bunnis-monsters]

Commissions are open!

You can commission me by messaging me here or discord if interested!

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Any discounts?: N/A

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1k words: $5 0/5

2k words: $8 2/3

3k words: $12 1/2

5k words: $20 2/2

10k words: $40

Note: you can ask for a different amount of words that aren’t listed, and I’ll give you a new price. It’s whatever I feel like giving you with that word amount. I wouldn’t recommend asking for lower than 500, because it would be difficult to convey a story in less words. But you’re the customer… so… do what you want. I will not write above 10k words.

FAQ

How do I commission you?

Simply message me here or on discord! We can discuss what you want, and afterwards you can pay for your commission! Once I start on your fic, you’ll receive a google docs link so you can check on your fic whenever you’d like!

How do you accept your payments?

Through PayPal or Kofi. If you pay through Kofi, please send me your tumblr and/or discord so I have a way to contact you in case I can’t use my kofi account.

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What information do you need?

It all depends on what you want! Be prepared to answer my questions. Usually I ask for a basic appearance and body shape, personality, what kind of scenes you want in the story and the tone. I may need more info though, so again be ready to answer questions.

How long will it take?

Generally, it depends on what spot you are on the list and how many words your commission is. Each batch will have a different waitlist and starting time, please pay attention to the advertisements ^^

What do you specialize in?

I prefer writing monster x chubby!fem!reader, but I’ll write for whatever you want, as long as it follows my boundaries below.

Do you post our commissions?

Yes, unless I’ve been asked not to. Any monster x reader commissions I’d prefer to post. If it’s a monster x oc, I’ll make a version where the oc is a reader insert for posting purposes.

What I’ll write

-monster/canon/oc x reader

-NSFW

-romance

-backstories for characters(ocs, dnd characters, etc)

What I can’t write

-nsfw with minors involved

-explicit gore scenes/torture porn

-things that make me personally uncomfortable

(Once you have the story, you can change the reader’s name to be yours, add your physical appearance to the story, whatever you want, idc.)

Refunds

I will gladly give you a refund if I haven’t started on your fic yet or haven’t written enough for it to cost anything.

For example, if you’ve asked for a 2k commission and I’ve only written 100 words, you can receive a refund, anything over that, I’ll at least have to charge you for the amount of words I’ve already written for you.

You will NOT receive a refund for a full story after it’s been written. If you aren’t satisfied I can edit it, but once it’s finished there are no refunds.

Story options

-You can ask for a series with a set word count for chapter. Say you want a 10k word fic but want it in 2k word chapters. This makes it easier for me to get you updated on the story.

-You can request that I keep your story a complete surprise. I’ll only ask you questions and won’t share details!

Disclaimer: I have the right to turn down anyone for any reason I see fit. I can give you a time that I can start on your fic, but because I am human and have responsibilities outside of commissions, some may be late or take longer than I originally thought. If you are in a rush for your commission, please tell me so I can move you up the list! I am very willing to work with you on getting your fic out faster, but please tell me when you request the commission, not after. Otherwise, I will work on it at my own pace ^^

[4sturns]

BREAK THE INTERNET

camboy!chris s. x fem!viewer!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: being chris' top tipper and most loyal viewer, you're gifted with a private one on one cyber call with your favorite camboy.

warnings: cyber sex, sub!chris (reader tells him what to do), whining and whimpering, use of vibrator, praise kink (4sturns knows what praise is ????? woah ...), orgasm denial, use of petnames (mamas, baby, etc.), not proofread!

wc: 1.822

a/n: sat there thinking about how kinky i am compared to others in the fandom and suddenly had the great idea of writing for camboy!chris because god he'd be such a pretty camboy .. thank you for 500 followers too this is for you guys ❤️‍🩹 also brace yourselves because this is probably the longest fic i have ever written in all my years of writing

you're sat at your desk, your laptop propped up at an angle which conceals your face, but shows off your breasts which are clad in a red lacy bra.

there's music playing lowly on a speaker somewhere on the other side of the room, something you put on to calm down your nerves.

you bounce your leg, waiting anxiously as you wait for chris' call notification to pop up on your screen.

you've been a viewer of chris' for a while. he was the first camboy you'd ever encountered and he was certainly your favorite. something about him and how he always gives in to his tippers made you cash in on his streams. he was just so good, so obedient, and so pretty.

unbeknownst to you, you had somehow became his top tipper in the span of a couple months. what you expected to be a cumulative amount of fifty dollars, maybe sixty, turned out to be close to ten times the price you assumed you had tipped him.

even with the initial shock, you still couldn't blame yourself for giving him so much money. he was just so good for you, giving you exactly what you wanted and asked of him every single time.

a sudden and loud tone rings from your laptop speakers making you jump from the unexpected noise. the screen flashes with chris' name and his provocative profile picture, your heart rate picking up at the sight. a shaky hand reaches up to the track pad to accept the call, not before a nervous breath leaves your body.

the call zooms in to show you a full view of chris' camera. his face is out of view, similar to you, but he's sporting a white tank top and plaid pajama pants in comparison to your red bra and black silk shorts.

through your little square screen in the corner, you can visibly see your chest heaving. your mouth feels dry, heart pounding uncontrollably. normally you'd feel fine, but that was when it was chris talking to his entire audience, not just you individually.

"hey mamas," chris greets you, he sounds just as breathless as you. "god, you look so good in that set."

you crack a faint smile although he can't see it. a hand goes up to play with the necklace around your neck, relieving some tension as you work up a response.

"not too bad yourself, chris." you can see him shift around, a muffled moan piercing through your speakers gains your attention.

"already worked up? is it because of my boobs on your screen or because you like my voice a little too much, baby?" you're almost shocked at your own words, you were just shaking a moment ago and now you're taunting the very guy you'd get off to almost nightly for the past three months.

"fuck, if you don't stop teasing me i might just cum in my pants." chris moves his camera back to reveal his face. you're stunned for a second, taking in his beauty. it's not the first time you've seen his face, but you swear he gets prettier every day.

based on chris' chuckle, you're sure he saw the way your chest spiked up with the silent gasp you let out when he showed his face.

"tell me what to do, mamas. you're in control of me tonight." his words are spoken quietly, but god do they do a number on you.

"can you— can you touch yourself, for me?" you stutter slightly. you're so used to giving him commands through his chat that giving him a verbal command one on one makes you lightheaded.

without a word, chris' hand inches towards the bulge in his pants. he starts palming himself through his pants as small whimpers leave his mouth. you're sitting back in your chair, your face from the nose down is now visible on the screen. your eyes are fixed to the screen as your entire body starts to heat up.

"can i take off my shirt? please, ma." he's still palming himself, but he stares right into the camera. you can't bring yourself to speak, so you nod your head, praying he gets the memo despite how little of your face is actually showing.

thankfully he does, his free hand gripping the bottom of his top before swiftly removing the garment. his soft, long hair bounces back into place, covering part of his eyes in a way that makes him look like an angel. a sinful angel.

suddenly, chris stops palming himself, his hand going to dip past the waistband of his pants. he quickly whips out his dick before hissing at the cold air which hits his tip.

you're in awe, no matter how many times you've seen his dick before, it'll never quite compare to how good it looks in this moment. but once the feeling subsides, you quickly remember something.

"i never told you you could take your dick out of your pants, did i?" you're now leaning forward, as if challenging chris through the screen. there's no battle however, as panic quickly flashes through chris' features.

his mouth springs open as floods of apologies and excuses leave his mouth, although you're not quite picking up what he's saying. your eyes are piercing your laptop screen as you notice his tip leaking a clear liquid. you watch as his entire cock twitches when you let out a low chuckle.

"i'm sorry, please, i'm a good boy! i swear i'm a good boy." chris pleads with you, causing a wave of heat to overtake your body. you say nothing as he continues to ramble. but you know you can't keep him waiting, you'd be torturing yourself more than him.

"show me how good you are and stroke yourself for me, hmm?" chris complies almost instantly, his head nodding frantically as he wraps a hand around his hard cock. whimpers and high pitched whines fill up your speakers as you instruct him to stroke himself faster. but just that isn't enough for you.

"can you do something for me, baby?" chris' eyes open, an eager smile crosses his face as he momentarily pauses his movements.

"anything for you, mamas." his hair flops around as he nods his head.

"grab that little black vibrator, the one you know i like." you remember the first time you stumbled onto chris' live broadcast. you remember how tightly he was gripping the base of his cock as he held a vibrator right under his angry, red tip. you remember how loud his whimpers were, how much he was begging for release. the image of his cum painting his stomach white as the buzzing continues in the back is something that will never fail to make you moan.

chris comes back into frame holding the toy, a devious smile makes it way onto your face. it's caught on your camera and you can tell chris knows your intentions aren't pure from the way he visibly gulps. regardless, he sits back down infront of his screen before positioning himself to face you again.

"use it on yourself, the same way you always do." the words leave your mouth sounding more like a command than you'd like, although it really is a command.

chris takes your words seriously as he quickly fumbled with the buttons on the little toy to turn it on. a breathy moan leaves his mouth as he finally lowers it down to circle around his tip. the sight is breathtaking. chris' head tipped back as his hand grips at the base of his cock so tightly you're surprised it's not turning a shade of purple. the vibrator soon finds home right under his tip, buzzing away at his sweet spot.

you bite your bottom lip to conceal your moans, a hand sneakily sliding into your silk bottoms as you feel your soaked folds. your fingers move quickly to collect your arousal before dipping into your throbbing cunt. a whine escapes your lips right as chris lets out a rather loud groan.

you know he's close, but you can't let him go yet. not before you do.

"you're such a good boy for me, so good." you lean back in your chair, propping a leg up on the table to get a better angle, maximizing your own pleasure.

chris' eyes flicker open to take a quick peak at his laptop screen. he nearly cums at the sight. your face is now fully in frame, except it's twisted in pleasure. your fingers moved fast, plunging in and out of your soaked cunt as strings of profanity leave your puffy lips. he thought your voice was pretty, but he never expected the voice to belong to a goddess like you.

"fuck, ma. i'm so close," your eyes open to watch chris' face as he turns the intensity of the vibrator up a level. his eyes are shut tight, but you can still see the tears pricking at his eyes as the pleasure builds up.

"hold it for me, baby. be my good boy and wait for me." an anguished cry leaves chris' throat, though he obeys you and holds himself back from his release.

on your end, you're working hard to reach your own release. you've long discarded your bottoms, having thrown them to the floor somewhere behind you. one hand works diligently to draw circles on your clit, while the other drills into your pussy relentlessly.

"i can't, please i need to come so badly. i've been a good boy, right? please, mamas. i need it." chris is in tears by now, the muscles in his stomach flexing with how much force he has put in so far to control himself for you.

you can feel yourself approaching your own climax, strained moans are pulled from your body as you find the energy in you to speak.

"go ahead, baby. paint your stomach white for me like the good boy you are." through your laptop speakers, you can hear chris' loud pants and whimpers as his orgasm washes over him, a cry of your name leaving his lips in such an erotic moan that you're sent over the edge.

your legs tremble and shake as you let your orgasm rip through your body. your body feels like it's on fire, little surges of electricity rage through your body even after the buzz of your orgasm fades.

you peer over at your laptop screen to see chris has discarded the vibrator, though his hand is still working to give his dick a few final strokes before going limp. his stomach is coated in thick ropes of cum, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

"did i do good for you, mamas?" chris asks, his voice barely above a whisper, clearly spent from all his whining.

"you did so good for me, such a good boy. you're my baby boy."

[ljubimaya]

𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒

With the weather getting colder, you might find yourself cuddled up in blankets and sipping on some hot chocolate. Perhaps you would have an old, rugged looking book right on your coffee table waiting to be picked up. With fairytale season being in full swing, perhaps you would like to indulge in some nostalgic stories of enchanted forests, wicked witches, cursed princesses and bloodhungry beasts?

But oh, were your favorite fairytales always this 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨?

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

GRIMM'S NIGHTMARES is an exclusively dark content collab inspired by the dark fairytales collected and written down by the Grimm brothers.The central theme of the collab are dark fairytales, but you are more than free to enter the collab with mythical figures (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc) without any fairytale in mind. Despite being inspired by the Grimm brothers, you are more than free to be inspired by other classic tales from around the world. 

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𓆩𓆪 You have to be over the age of 18 to enter

𓆩𓆪 This collab is strictly a x reader collab

𓆩𓆪 All fandoms are welcome to enter

𓆩𓆪 Aged up characters are allowed, but please don’t age them down 

𓆩𓆪 Your entry has to be a minimum of 500 words long, otherwise the sky’s the limit

𓆩𓆪 Be aware that this is a dark content collab first and foremost. You are allowed to go as crazy as you would like, but make sure to tag all the trigger warnings accordingly

𓆩𓆪 As mentioned previously, you are free to enter with a mythical figure instead of a fairytale

𓆩𓆪 To enter, you need to send me an ask or message with the character(s) and the mythical figure/fairytale you wanna base your fic on

𓆩𓆪 You are allowed to submit up to two entries

𓆩𓆪 You are allowed ro write one fic with up to three characters (character x reader x character x character)

𓆩𓆪 No double entries!Meaning I won’t allow the same character in the same fairytale au (for example, I won’t allow two people to write about vampire Toji). First come, first serve

𓆩𓆪 I take the right of not accepting your entry. To ensure the best possible experience for me as the host, and you as the writer, I will have to make sure you don’t fit my dni criteria 

𓆩𓆪 Make sure to tag me and use the tag 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁 so I can reblog and add your fic to the masterlist

𓆩𓆪  The soft deadline for the collab is the 1th of April 2025. Please notify me if you need more time or if you would like to opt out of the collab  

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒

TOKYO REVENGERS

Werewolf! Baji Keisuke x Fem! Reader (Inspired by The little red riding hood) by @/ljubimaya

Mad hatter! Hanma Shuji x Reader (inspired by Alice in Wonderland) by @6ronze

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

Demon King! Sylus x Reader by @aztecbrujeria

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Vampire! Gojo Satoru x Reader by @avatarofstars

Death! Geto Suguru x Reader by @sugurouge (Inspired by Death's messengers)

ARCANE

Warwick/Vander x Reader by @fortluocha (Inspired by Beauty and the Beast)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

WHO HAVE I REMEMBERED? Dabi x Reader by @amalainse (Inspired by The Frog Prince)

HAIKYUU

Oikawa Tooru x Reader by @amalainse (Inspired by The Little Mermaid)