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mrsshabana · 2 years ago

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Patient!Gyutaro x Nurse!Reader - CHAPTER 1

Chapter 2

✦ CW: 18+ MDNI, female reader. Mentions of mental illness, suicide, and sexual abuse of a minor. This fic has many dark themes, please do not read unless you are comfortable!

✦ AN: The long awaited nurse au is finally here! Sorry it took me so long, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect. Lots of thought and research went into making this fic. There will also be art included in this chapter!

✦ WC: 2,146

This is what you should have expected from a job in the medical field that didn’t require much qualifications. Working at an asylum wasn’t ideal, but they are incredibly desperate for new nurses. As most of them are unable to handle the physical and mental toll that a place like this puts on someone.

It’s your first day at your new job. You were excited until you entered the building. The dreary interior mixed with the groans and screams of unruly patients wasn’t the welcome that you had been hoping for.

You’re young, almost too young to be working at a place like this. The other nurses didn’t take you seriously, and they were going to make the transition for you more difficult than it needed to be. You were being assigned to a patient that is notorious for being difficult to work with. The other nurses use him to weed out the weak. Always shifting the new hires to care for him. They usually leave within the first week, so his care returns to one of the veteran nurses known for having a mind of steel. She’s cold hearted, but that helps you deal with a job like this. The complete opposite of you. A warm young woman, eager to treat and rehabilitate.

Currently you are being led to your new patient. Quickly scanning over his records as you follow the nurse through the halls of the sanatorium.

Rashomon Riverbank Asylum

Patient Record

Name: Shabana, Gyutaro

Identification Data: Sex: Male Age: 23 Height: 6’ 3” Weight: 134

Race: Asian Hair: Black Eye: Blue

Special Handling Code: Code Red; Keep medicated Special Handling Instructions: Keep away from sharp objects

Medical History: Multiple suicide attempts, Complications due to sickle cell anemia, Treated for Congenital Syphilis

Diagnoses: Sickle Cell Anemia Hutchinson’s Teeth Borderline Personality Disorder Antisocial Personality Disorder Depression Insomnia

Current Medical Treatment: Special diet for weight gain Medications given AM & PM

Medications: Wellbutrin - 100 mg twice daily Abilify - 10 mg once daily Carbamazepine - 350 mg twice daily Xanax - 2 mg twice daily Trazodone - 150 mg once daily Voxelotor - 500 mg once daily Adakveo - 5 mg IV infusion once every 4 weeks

Gyutaro Shabana, your very first patient at Rashomon Riverbank Asylum. Looking over his record, this is going to be a difficult one. You’ve learned about a majority of these diagnoses in college, so you have a good idea about the kind of treatment he will require. It’s strange though, he seems to have lost the genetic lottery. And you haven't even seen his face yet, you can only imagine what he may look like.

An asian man with sickle cell anemia is almost unheard of, roughly 0.0022%. And on top of that he was born with Congenital Syphilis. It’s quite frankly amazing that he’s lived past 20.

“Just introduce yourself, then I’ll take you to your other patients,” the other nurse says as she stops in front of his door.

Not wanting to be impolite, you hesitantly knock on his door. There’s no response. You figured that there wouldn’t be, so you open the door anyways.

“Hello, Mr. Shabana?” you say coyly.

When you peek into the room, you are instantly frozen by his icy gaze. He’s sitting on his bed with a book in his lap. His cold blue eyes send shivers down your spine.

“I’m um… I’m your new nurse.” you choke out. He’s feet away from you but you feel as though his hands have a tight grasp around your throat.

“My name is Y/N. Um… If you ever need anything d-don’t hesitate to call for me…”

The expression on his face is unchanging, as he remains silent.

“Well I’ll see you later tonight Mr. Shabana…”

Closing the door, breaking the line of sight that he had on you, instantly you feel a surge of relief.

You go on to visit the rest of your patients, then you come back later that night to give Mr. Shabana his dinner. A high protein meal, specifically for weight gain.

Knocking on the door a few times before you push it open, “Mr. Shabana, I have your dinner.”

He’s in the same spot where you left him, sitting on his bed with a book in his lap. But this time he doesn’t even bother to look at you when you enter the room.

Stepping closer to place the food tray on his table, you inspect his appearance.

His clothes hang off of his frame, enveloping his skeletal body. You can make out lean muscles on his arms, but his face is sunken and his pants hang low on his hips. There are large black marks scattered across his face, and you can barely see one peeking out from below his sleeve. Were these marks from his Congenital Syphilis? Dark circles sit below his eyes, he looks as though he hasn’t slept in weeks.

He’s wearing the standard issue uniform that all patients wear. A plain t-shirt and pants, made of the same material as scrubs. Though his feet are bare, slippers sitting below the edge of the bed. His hair is long and wavy. Black as midnight, unruly in the way it hangs in front of his face. The top of his hair is half haphazardly tied up.

“Got a problem…?” He rasps, drawing out each word.

The venom of his sour tongue sends a jolt of electricity through your skin.

“Huh?” you’ve been sitting there staring at him for too long, “O-oh! I’m sorry sir! There’s no problem, please enjoy your dinner,” you quickly rush out of the room.

As you continue on giving food to the rest of your patients, Mr. Shabana’s voice echoes through your skull.

Got a problem…? Got a problem…? Got a problem…?

A few hours later, you go back to retrieve the tray and whatever food may have not been eaten. Stopping yourself before you open the door. It’s ok. He’s just a patient. Then why does he make you so nervous?

*Knock knock*

“Hello Mr. Shabana, I’m just here to collect your tray,” you chime, masking your fear with a smile.

Walking back into the dimly lit room, the fluorescent lights flickering. His eyes staring into you.

His food has been untouched. The only thing that was eaten was a packaged cookie.

“Not hungry today?” your voice shakes as you try to ignore his harsh gaze.

He remains silent. Watching you as you step closer. The buzzing of the fluorescent bulbs filling the room, filling your brain with static.

“Was it not to your liking? I can have the cooks make something else for you if you’d like.”

“...”

Your eyes meet. His thin eyebrows furrow, the rest of his expression remains unchanging. The pressure of his glare makes the air around you feel heavy. Pressing down on you, compressing your spine, you feel so small when he looks at you. You’re desperate to fill the cold aura with some warmth.

“Mr. Shabana you really should eat-”

*CRASH*

He slaps the tray out of your hand, food splattering onto your uniform, dripping onto the floor.

Silence. You’re stuck staring down at your feet. Watching the pool of meat, vegetables, and milk spread around you. It takes you a few moments to fully process what has just happened, only able to snap out of it when you feel the wetness of the food seeping through your skirt, making you feel cold.

You regret looking up at him. Regret meeting his eyes. Filled with amusement.

“You better clean that up… don’t chu think…?” He smirks. Showing his sharp canines and crooked teeth.

“I-I…” you mumble, looking back down at the mess. He’s right, you should clean it up before it gets everywhere.

Going into the hallway, you grab some towels and return to his room. Not thinking your next actions through as you get down on all fours and start picking up the mess. All you want to do is hurry and clean this up so you can leave. But Mr. Shabana has different plans.

He slowly stands up. Looming over you, looking down on you with a twisted grin. He’s so tall… he makes you feel so small as you look up at him. So pathetic. So worthless.

“You look good down there…” he steps on your hand, “On your knees like a whore…”

His words leave you speechless. Your vision begins to blur and your heart starts to race. He pushes his weight further onto your hand, until you feel a crack.

“I’d like to see you like this more often…” he chuckles, the sound rumbling in his hollow chest.

Every instinct within your body is screaming at you to run. But you feel so trapped. So paralyzed by him. Like a rabbit cornered against a wall by a vicious predator. His eyes. It’s his eyes. No, it's his touch. It’s… everything about him.

You try to speak up, but your words escape you. Coming out in a pathetic whine that makes his grin widen and his laughter intensify.

He’s reaching for you. His hand is coming towards your face. Your mind is telling you that if you let him get any closer you will die. He will kill you. And he won’t even care.

Your body is pumped with enough adrenaline for you to break free from the physical and psychological hold he had on you.

Pulling your hand away from under his foot, you push yourself backwards. Stumbling to stand up on your feet. You run out of the room and through the halls, not risking looking back at him. All you hear as you escape is his laughter on repeat. You can’t tell if his laughter is echoing through the halls, or if it has just been ingrained into your mind.

You keep running until you get back to the nurses quarters and to your room.

Tears running down your cheeks, food staining your clothes, and pain throbbing in your hand. You collapse on the floor and cry.

Why would he be so cruel? You understand that he’s a patient and has a list of mental illnesses, but you were trying to help him! You can’t even remember what you were doing or why you were in his room. All you remember is him and how he made you feel. His stare. His voice. His touch.

Fuck him and fuck this job.

Clambering over to your desk, you immediately start writing your resignation letter.

You don’t get paid enough for this shit. All you wanted to do is help people, and you get repaid with this? It’s just not worth it. Through your sobs, your tears fall onto the page as you hastily move your pen on the piece of parchment in front of you.

There. It’s done. You’re done.

You won’t have to see this place, see him, ever again once you submit this letter.

Looking around your desk, searching for an envelope. You come across a thick manilla folder. The tab on the side reads, Shabana, Gyutaro.

Something compels you to open it. You already skimmed through his information, but you never looked at everything here.

His psychiatric notes? From his psychiatrist? These shouldn’t be in here… you shouldn’t have access to this confidential information.

But if you’re leaving anyways… then there’s no harm. Right?

Shabana, Gyutaro - Dr. Hantengu

August 14

Childhood trauma starting since birth

Single mother, no father

Raised as a female. Mother would dress patient as a daughter. Would cover up his deformities with makeup. (Feelings of worthlessness, not belonging)

Sister born at age 6 (turning point in patient’s life)

Mother cast aside patient for sister. (When he learned he was actually a boy. Feeling of confusion. Child cannot comprehend)

Sexual abuse started at age 10

Mother was a prostitute, would offer children to adult clients.

Patient record, “She would bring men into our house… and let them touch us. (long pause) They wanted my sister. They wanted to do bad things to her. So I… (patient gets upset) I would offer myself to them. I would perform sexual acts for them so they would leave Ume (sister) alone.”

Sexual abuse continued until age 15

Mother died of overdose. The children were left in the home for over a week until someone found them.

Children taken to orphanage.

Patient held in orphanage for 8 months until incident.

Brought to Asylum at age 16

End of first session

You are left speechless.

Reading his records reminds you of why you wanted to be a nurse in the first place. To help people that have gone through trauma such as this. He didn’t lash out at you because of something you did. It’s not your fault. And it isn’t his either. He just needs help.

And you will be the one to help him.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #nurse au #nurse reader #gyutaro fanart #kny fanart #demon slayer fanart #hantengu

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twisted-confessions · 4 months ago

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Yikes, I'm so sorry because I know that one is these is a KINDA popular ship but uh... I honestly hate any ships between anyone in diasomnia. Including silbek.

Now don't get me wrong, Im not going to hate anyone who ships it but it personally runs me as way too familial.

Also Leona x anyone OUTSIDE OF CRACKSHIPS. He is 20, they are 18 or younger. Ickyyy.

Also, staff with anyone. No.

Look, i do understand the inworld complications of most of the ships in Twst, especially with faes like Mal and Lilia. But sometimes depending on the oc and their background it works. Take someone who has a Faculty oc around the same age as Crewel or Sam, if they were shipped with one of the students (minus said fae), i'd agree that it's a problematic ship. Shipping's complicated man, it's just liking certain people to be together, whether romantically or platonically.

For my AU, Age will be a complicated thing for Isabella with the other students and I plan on her talking to others like Lilia about it. At first she thought she was just a teen Viking girl who came from different universe, then she finds out she's technically 1016 years old? That's older than even Lilia!!! How would one in her situation even find an "age-appropriate" partner? Especially if she has an extended lifespan thanks to plot twists. She still feels and acts and has been around for 16 years but thanks to the mysteries of how time travel could work, who can say? Was she just frozen there, still technically aging albeit slowly, or was it just being brought to the future in an instant?? Should she try dating one of the kids around her "age" or a fellow immortalish being who has had similar existential issues about romance and such? There is no real clear cut answer, especially since it's all a fictional story about some handsome magical bois lol.

Regardless, there will ALWAYS be complicated ships and there will always be people who ship them FOR FUN! Cause thats what shipping's for, fun. That doesnt give people a reason or excuse to just go up and say "That ship is WRONG and ILLEGAL you should be in JAIL-" or what not to someone who doesn't have the same ship ideals as you. That's why most fanfics that ship characters make sure to have warnings for people who DON'T like that stuff or tag that it features certain ships. Self-ships can get even MORE complicated because of age too, like for example, I myself am 20 years old so the only NRC student I could "legally" date is Leona but that doesnt mean I'm not allowed to imagine or fantasize about the other characters. At the end of the day, enjoy what you enjoy and let others enjoy what they like too. Everyone has their preferences.

#twisted wonderland confessions #twst confessions #father twist's preachings #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twistedwonderland #self shipping #shipping discourse #fandom #ships #shipping dynamics #While tagging this i saw the “shipping discourse” tag and thought oml guys #Shipping isnt that complicated #it is mainly all fictional #if youre trying to recreate some of those problematic ships and issues in real life #THEN i have an issue

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leggerefiore · 9 months ago

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I am feeding you some content, both as a Valentine's Day treato and because I know you've been worrying to death over how the mouth pain has impacted your content (which I'd rather you rest than burn yourself out and suffer).

Here's my take at a Cyrus x Reader timeline. Mostly based on what's been written and discussed, but I did add a HC or two (like Cyrus falling in love 1st because that's hilarious to me. Remember how we talked about Cyrus already assuming he was already reader's BF when they confessed and asked him out? Just imagine him waiting YEARS to tell reader how long he had assumed they were already a couple and it's something ridiculous like 6 months or more. Maybe it doesn't even come out until Lenie gets old enough to have crushes of her own like 20+ years later. Comedic Gold.)

I'm doing better-ish today. Some days are more manageable than others lol. I still want to try to write when I can since it's my favourite hobby and I like writing cute things... And I'd be remiss not to write something for this lovely holiday.

Anyways, on topic to the timeline... I see a friend group mention after becoming BFFs with Cyrus, so I'd like to imagine him being weirdly jealous in his own... Cyrus flair...

His teenage years after being forcibly separated from his friend group and having to focus solely on the activities and studies that his parents want his attention on... Poor guy probably feels like he lost to Volkner in some strange way. Though, he does have his awkward moments of rebelling, certainly... He can only take so much loneliness and difficult feelings before s/o finds themselves with a wordless Cyrus at their side who clearly doesn't want to go home.

Him falling in love first could also be a product of that loneliness, but not necessarily solely that.

As for later on, I think around 18 or 19 would probably be when his parents would want to look into "arranged style" marriages for him with their business partners and it would make him go more mad about his life not being under his control. (Maybe another reason he is so obsessed with order and what not.)

I do wonder what would make his final spiral happen. Maybe one of those old business partners tries to force a marriage by doing something to s/o? Or something maybe more canonical would just be the stress on him from running such a company at a relatively young age with his already rough upbringing.

Interpol custody arc is where s/o starts making Mob Wife Tiktoks or something lmao. Saturn begs them to stop. (Poor Cyllene, though. It would be a difficult readjustment for everyone.)

Pokemas Arc aka(gi) Cyrus Is At It Again! at least Cyllene would effectively nerf his true intentions in this AU. (She gets to be a sync pair with his Rotom, so she's extra effective, too.)

#cyrus.ima

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shinyphoenix · 13 days ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @eternallaughter! I also wouldn't consider myself a fic writer. I am a fic reader and a fic imaginer who very occasionally actually wrangles one out of her brain onto the page (screen).

There are some spoilers in the tags and descriptions of some of my fics for some media so proceed with caution.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14! I'm shocked the number is that high every time.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

20,547

El you have over double my wordcount with fewer than half my fics haha. Sigh, the only ideas I ever finish/post are the short ones.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Kind of none right now. I always have things floating around in my head and notes apps but I wouldn't say I'm actively writing any of them right now. Though I do want to finish my ... 3? Yuumori wips because they actually have promise and I want to read them finished *sob*.

The ones I've published for are Yuumori, Pokemon SWSH, K (Project), and Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu LOVE!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Eight Note (Rated G, KBNZ, 607 words, stream-of-consciousness cat-POV retelling of a really fantastic longer fic written by a friend, Pokemon SWSH)

4. Blushies and Plushies (Rated T, KBNZ, 1,796 words, shopping pre-relationship drabble thingy (they're all drabbles), Pokemon SWSH)

3. The Lion And The House Cat (Rated T, Mikorei, 1,605 words, exchange fic for the prompt "AU where Reisi has a pet cat who doesn't like Mikoto very much", K)

2. Study Tree (Rated T, Mikorei, 2,473 words, .... inspired by a scene from Gilmore Girls, but definitely not one you'd expect..., K) I am too embarrassed to reread this one and I'm so glad I wrote Stag Night because this was #1 for a WHILE

Stag Night (Rated T, Sherliam, 686 words, inspired by the stag night scene from BBC Sherlock, Moriarty the Patriot)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes if I check and they don't get buried under responses to my comments on other fics that I forget to mark as read. No if they get buried or I forget the inbox exists (it happens alllll the time).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Phone Calls is the one (1) MCD fic I've written so... probably that? It's either that or Mirror, Tell Me Something which is an angsty character-study thing. (or we can say Tale as Old as Time which is angsty because the last part published was angsty and also because I will never finish it)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Eighth Note because Stagger is happy with two dads.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so. Thankfully. No one should get hate on their fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have posted a vague-masturbation fic, but other than that smut hasn't crossed over from the WIP world (yet. That Fibonacci sequence, man...)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I write things inspired by other things and imagine a TON of AUs, but I don't write crossovers, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and I hope not.

12. Have you had a fic translated?

Someone translated Stag Night into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. My sister and I have MANY stupid crack fic ideas that we are "definitely going to write one day" though...

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gut reaction is Mikorei because they were my first crazy-hyperfixation OTP and I'll always have a special place for them... But I can't really decide, otherwise.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but you doubt you ever will?

Most of them? T_T

16. What are your writing strengths ?

Grammar probably. And the fact that I read a lot so I know (theoretically) what sounds good

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything that isn't That One Scene that I thought of .

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not fluent in any language other than English so I won't write in any other languages. I will use honorifics though. I have nothing against it in other people's writing (I greatly appreciate if they translate it in the end notes)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu LOVE! (baby's first fandom has a new movie coming out soon woo!)

20. Favorite fic you have ever written?

I want to say Stag Night and Phone Calls, but those could just be the ones I've reread the most post-publishing so it's exposure bias. But I think I like all of my fics except for Study Tree XD.

I get stressed out tagging people for tag things, but consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to do it!

#opening ao3 on my computer and not intending to publish anything is such a weird experience haha #apparently that's the only time I open fandom stuff on my computer rather than my phone?#my posts #omg I did a tag game #that'll be my tag for tag games if I remember #which I won't because the next time I actually do one will be in 10 years

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random-mailbox · 2 years ago

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 32 - Dreams

Dreams have always been part of Sailor Moon story, no matter which iteration you are a fan of. Dreams of the past and dreams of the princess have helped move the story forward and give our favorite duo motivation. In these stories dreams play a bigger part of the plot.

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Only In My Dreams - Crystal Saturn

Serena’s dream world and real world collide, spilling out and getting noticed by Darien (and Andrew), who try their best to help, as she fights her own demons.

Lucid - @floraone

Mamoru and Usagi have been dreaming of each other for years now, going from not-quite-friends to someone they cannot imagine spending their life without. Even if Mamoru is convinced he is going crazy and this is all a hallucination. Leave it to Usagi to try to bridge their dream-world with reality.

Once Upon A Dream / Nightmares - @kasienda

This set of stories is probably one of my favorites in the whole fandom for many reasons. One is that dreams play a huge part of the plot in both of these, Mamoru’s psychometry is written super well and, as far as I am concerned, her version of break-up in Nightmares is probably the only one I will accept where Mamoru is not being a complete jackass, with them taking the time to find their way to each other.

No matter how many times I'm reborn, I'll fall in love with you again - lunarblossoms

Both Usagi and Mamoru have been dreaming. But this dream feels different, it’s leaving both of them unsettled and unable to shake it. That is until they run into each other in front of Crown and the world around them shifts.

Somniloquy - @ninjettetwitch

This one is a fun little lemon of Usagi waking up Mamoru with talking in her sleep. Specifically talking about Mamoru. And Tuxedo Mask? And King Endymion?

Dream Girl -@idesofnovember

Dreams of Silver Millennium have always trickled in and have been getting more pronounced over the years. Except all of a sudden Mamoru’s dreams are not just of balls or dying - they are of more intimate sides of Serenity and Endymion’s relationship and he is having hard time reconciling it with his everyday life.

Snippets: Chapter 7: Nightmares - @uglygreenjacket

This one-shot is dealing with the effects that battles (this one specifically with Pharaoh 90) are having on Usagi and the never ending nightmares she is having to endure.

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That's it for this week. Next Monday we will cover "Friends" as the theme. So expect cute little one-shots about not just Usagi and Mamoru but also the extended Senshi family.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

#sailor moon #usagi x mamoru #fic rec #fic list #dreams #nightmare

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 1 year ago

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(thank you for the tag, lovely, @blitheringmcgonagall <3)

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

nine. small but mighty <3

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 585,789

3. what fandoms do you write for?

HP and only for the marauders

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos

ten reasons (to go to michigan): my beloved midwestern child. where remus is divorced and meets sirius in the upper peninsula

No Matter the Wreckage: my love letter to sirius black

Carry Me Away: sirius is a sheltered posh boy on his first bit of rebellion; meets remus; summer lovin'

From Fire to Fire : oh we don't talk about her, but read at your own risk!

Fault Lines : divorced wolfstar AU

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

So, sometimes, but not usually. I read all of them, i promise! i just never know what to say, and replying to everyone "thanks so much for reading!!!" feels like a social pleasantry more so than a genuine response...and so i just don't. But if a comment is particularly long, or asks a question, or invites more of a dialogue, i will respond!

6. what is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to go with Fault Lines. because thats the only fic i have that doesn't have a "happy ending". After i first posted this, about 80% of my asks were "how could you" or "fuck you???"

7. what is a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They're all happy endings! I really do love the ending to ten reasons though.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I did once lol. a few times! 1% inspiration 99% perspiration is the smuttiest i've ever gone in a fic. i also wrote a very brief one-shot here for tumblr called "Team Players" ft. football player sirius and remus watching him change in the locker room so....have fun finding that! but largely, i write fade to black, or avoid writing it at all.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Nope

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

A fic directly stolen? No. Ideas/headcannons from my fics and dropped elsewhere? Yes (e.g. james saying inspirational quotes while having sex from my moonchaser fic being repurposed in the jily fandom... to name something specific.). More than once!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I have had a few people ask, but they've always wanted to publish it outside of AO3 and thats a no from me dawg.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, though one day, if we ever get around to it @femme--de--lettres and i have a great wolfstar fic idea.

14. what's your all time favourite ship?

Wolfstar duh. I am also starking trash.

15. what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't start fics that I don't finish! I'm not a person with a WIP folder on my desktop or a million half-baked ideas and paragraphs scattered. I just have one that i work on and thats it. so my current WIP, i will finish!

I have abandoned/deleted fics that i started in the past, and thats typically because i dont imagine myself finishing them ever.

16. what are your writing strengths?

i...i am...good at the little things. like little tuesdays and random thursday afternoons.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

world. building. i simply do not. also punctuation. what is that? who knows. not me!

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

look, i would love to one day write a telenovela marauders fic in spanish, but this is not the time (also would love to write latinx black brothers). thoughts is that its great if you speak the language and/or have someone who does speak it who edits its for you!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

This one. this is it. HP and marauders.

20. favourite fic you've written?

i'm currently very much enjoying clear eyes, full hearts and the simplicity of it all so. i'll go with that <3

tagging bestie @femme--de--lettres and @maybebabyplease (sorry if you've been tagged!)

#tag game

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maxladcomics · 1 year ago

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How old do you think Sans and Papyrus are? Is their age different in other universes?

[This turned into a ramble, the short answer is I think Papyrus is somewhere around 18-25, and his brother could be a teenager or old man. In other AU's I've made my own version for, it's the same until I got into the Gemknight AU's. So for most versions of AU's I've made, Papyrus is the younger (Great for angst!) but later (Gravel-type AU's) Papyrus could be the older brother (Also great for angst) ]

The ramble:

I used to think that Papyrus was the younger one but I'm starting to question/doubt that, but it's difficult to tell with all the deceit between those two bastards. The way they're both different levels of liars makes it hard to tell what's true and what's not (I know about the Japanese version where it's heavily implied Papyrus is the younger brother).

I have a theory that sits on the side of "Why are they like this?" and "I'm probably reading this wrong" but I get the impression that they are both playing/acting a part to purposely deceive us. Papyrus acts out depending on the prompts that he's given by his brother, it's happened more than once and I'm very suspicious at it. Is it a prompt game? What would it mean? Is his brother being malicious about it? (doubt it, he's too lazy for that) So am I imagining it? Did they plan this 'game' because it lowered the risk of a murder run? I know Papyrus would agree to a risk like that.. but it wouldn't make sense for his brother to.

If they're playing a game like this, it's possible everything they say around each other is an intentional (or lazy) lie. So I guess unless I learn to read/translate Japanese myself I probably won't be able figure it out and I don't think Toby would restrict important lore like that.. but at the same time I'm not sure. Either way I don't trust what Papyrus pretends to be around his brother.

But back to the main question:

I'm starting to lean on the idea of Papyrus being the older brother, I think it's a fun concept to explore and I'm glad @fluo-skeletons AU's brought that idea into my range and I've started to adjust any new AU's I make into a similar concept/theme because I want to see how different things turn out. (Nothing changes, it's still angst)

I think Papyrus is in his late teens, or early 20's.. maybe 25 at the highest or maybe older than Asgore himself?? I've recently discovered timeline things in Undertale that are making me question everything (I know, some things avoid me when all I do is weird shit like check if there's patterns in Papyrus's bookshelf) so I need to evaluate and line things up to understand the full timeline and what's going on. I don't know how old his brother is and there's no indicator to guess, he could be an old man or an edgy teenager.

A lot of the AU's I started with have Papyrus as the younger brother by a few years, (his brother appears a lot older but that's because he didn't have much growing left to do) and newer AU's I'm changing that around, not that it changes anything between them, it just makes Papyrus's behavior make more sense, which is good for consistency.

#maxask #maxramble #I need to play Undertale again #and do some counting #I gotta find all the 3's #timeline shenanigans?#don't know them

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lu-twilight-is-best-boy · 2 years ago

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Modern AU Part 2!

So remember how in part one I mentioned that there is a North and South Hyrule Field and that I have a couple of OC's(original characters) that I am throwing into the Modern AU well I'm going to talk about that and all the others that are in the AU in a bit

But to start Heights Ages and Names first let's do the names, yes names, so like obviously names like Time, Twilight, Legend those are all nicknames do they respond to them yes because their nicknames and everyone that has a nickname responds to a nickname but here is my personal opinion on what everyone's names actually are and this only applies to the chain not the zeldas now moving on

Time: his real name is Tony, yes Tony I actually sit around thinking about it for a while and for some reason it just fits to me, so this makes his actually full name Tony Thymons yes Thymons is his last name....... I think it's funny

Twilight: Travis, this boy was born and grew up in the country even before he was adopted by Time and Malon, and I will not accept him being named anything that is not a name you would typically find in the country

Warriors: Max, idk he just looks like a max to me also he reminds me a little bit of a character named Max from the original Beyblade series

Wild: oh my gosh I spent more time thinking about what this boy's name would be than I did Time's, and honestly it took me quite a bit but after thinking it over I decided Chase was a very good name for him

Sky: Sam, Sam is a simple easy name and I just feel like simple and easy fits Sky so well

Four: this was another one that was tough to decide on but after re-reading Linked Universe all the way up to the latest update my mind decided that Victor suited him so yeah

Wind: for this AU I have a personal little thing where I imagine that his grandpa was a sailor named Jack and that he is named after his grandpa so his name is Jack

Legend: Jason, I just feel like the name Jason fits him so well

Hyrule: Joey, I don't know he just looks like a Joey to me

Okay so now Ages and Heights, for the ages and the Heights I'm actually going to include Fable, Flora and Aryll because why not

Time: 38 to 43, and I'm going to say he's anywhere from 6'5 to 6'7 because this man is tall I mean we've all seen him stand next to the rest of the chain he makes literally all of them look small

Twilight: he's about 22 to 23 and this boy is also tall not as tall as Time but still in the over 6 ft range but he's probably 6'2 or 6'3 because we see that he's at least a good 3 or 4 maybe 5 inches shorter then Time is

Warriors: 21 to 22 this boy is 6 ft even and thank hylia for that because everyone else in the house thinks that there's too many tall people

Sky: 23 to 24 and he is either 5'10 or 5'11 either way he's not that much shorter than Warriors

Wild: 17 he has one more year until graduation and he will not let anyone forget this, he's 5'8

Hyrule: 19 to 20, he's either 5'7 Or 5'9 and that's only because I can't decide if he should be shorter then Wild or taller than him

Legend: 20 to 21, he is 5'5, also his height might be partially me projecting on to him since he's one of my favorites and I am also 5'5

Wind: 13 to 14, 5'2 or 5'3 and still growing

Four: 18 to 19 and he is 5 ft even

Fable: 20 to 21, she is 5'4 and a half like seriously she is barely barely shorter than Legend

Flora: 17 like Wild she also does not let anyone forget she has one more year until she graduates, she's 5'9 yes she is taller than Wild buy one inch but she is still taller than him and whenever he annoys her she annoys him back by reminding him of this

Aryll: 6 to 7, she is 4'1, but she's also really energetic so it makes up for it

Now moving on to more important things

North Hyrule Field High and South Hyrule Field High have a competition going on between the two schools this means competing against each other in everything from basketball to cheerleading and let's not forget the great Romeo Juliet off of 2001 (Malon was Juliet and Time was Romeo for South Hyrule Field High)

Of course this makes for some very interesting things like Twilight actually met Midna because he had to go to a basketball game because Warriors plays basketball and no one can tell me different and Midna was actually drug there by a friend of hers and the two started talking and then found out that they were from two different schools Twilight from South Hyrule High and Midna from North Hyrule High, and yes Midna and Twilight are dating no one knows how it happened but it happened

Also North Hyrule Field University and South Hyrule Field University are just as bad about competing with each other as the high schools are

Sky's girlfriend Sun(his Zelda) attends North Hyrule Field University, while Sky attends South Hyrule Field University he is both okay and not okay with this he picked the university that was closest to his family but at the same time he really wishes he was going to the same University as his girlfriend because he really loves her and wishes they could spend more time together even though they study together and work together and she spends so much time at Lon-Lon Ranch that people are starting to think that Sun lives there

Anyways the ones that I live in and attend either school or university in South Hyrule Field are as follows

(Obviously Time and Malon live in South Hyrule Field since that's where Lon-Lon Ranch is and Time is the sheriff of South Hyrule Field so won't be counting them on this list)

Okay so we're going to start with the chain and the girls or as I like to call them "Time and Malon's cluster of Chaos Gremlins" okay so from oldest to youngest let's go

Sky: despite attending University for a while he doesn't actually have and set major or minor he's like one of those University students that's basically taking classes for a little bit of everything

Twilight: he's majoring in agriculture yep the dude that lives on a ranch and does farm work EVERYDAY is majoring in agriculture, however one of his miners is architecture

Warriors: got into University on basketball scholarships but is studying and majoring in theater/drama/acting

Legend: he's studying music, mythology and weapons yes weapons like weapons throughout history he's studying that I feel like we should all be concerned

Fable: girl is majoring in both history and mythology, and Legend always makes sure to sit on the far side of the room away from her

Hyrule: he is studying to become a doctor and no one can convince me otherwise

Four: he's studying history, philosophy and hylian( you know how we have English class it's like that) but he's only majoring in history and philosophy

Wild: he is still in high school with one more year until he graduates and he is looking forward to that last year

Flora: also in high school and looking forward to graduating since there's only a year left until her and Wild do but she's excited to graduate and go to college Wild just wants out of high school

Wind: middle school but wishes he was in high school despite all of his older siblings telling him it's not as great as he thinks it will be

Aryll: Elementary School she enjoys it she has friends and she is still talking about the trip to the zoo that trip was 3 months ago

Now on to the other people

Sheik(Time's Zelda): has extremely good music knowledge especially when it comes to instruments and singing literally could have been a music teacher but instead is a fighting instructor who owns thier own gym oh and they use she/they pronouns, also they're like one of Time's best friends

Minnie(Four's Zelda): also before anyone says I'm calling her Minnie because of the Minish Cap no your wrong I'm calling her Minnie after Minnie Mouse anyways she's attending South Hyrule University and is majoring in philosophy and hylian alongside Four

Tetra(Wind's Zelda): she has played everything from football to baseball to basketball she likes Sports, her and Wind have been friends since kindergarten and obviously in Middle School

Artemis(Warriors Zelda): she is majoring in science and art but she's also on the University's baseball team and she's possibly in love with Warriors no one can really tell

Mipha: friends with Flora and Wild also in high school and is one year away from graduating she is captain of the swim team also she has a crush on Wild but hasn't confessed to him yet Flora has told her she definitely should though

Okay so now I'm going to talk about the two OC's that I have in this AU and then we will move on to the people that are in North Hyrule Field

Okay so my OC's are Revia and Romi

Revia is Romi's mom and she owns like the best store in town because her store is not just a hardware store and a farm supply store like where you can get feed for your livestock and everything(think like a mixture between Home Depot and Tractor Supply) it is also a clothing store and it always has the most up-to-date fashion as well as some fashion choices from like back in the day, everyone loves to shop there Twilight also works there so does Hyrule, Flora and Legend

Romi is as previously mentioned Revia's daughter she's 21 to 22 about 5'9 or 5'10, and she's attending South Hyrule Field University she's studying the "Fine Arts" like filmography, photography, acting, costume design you name it she's most likely taking a class for it she also works at her mom's store and like Sky's girlfriend Sun, Romi spends so much time at Lon-Lon Ranch hanging out with her friends that people are starting to think that she lives there it doesn't help that she does spend the night sometimes (I might draw pictures of Revia and Romi later but idk)

Now on to North Hyrule Field

Revali: this dude has moved around so much also currently attending North Hyrule Field University before that he was attending South Hyrule Field High, he graduated a year before Wild, he's originally from Rito Town, but move to South Hyrule Field around high school and for some reason took an instant dislike to Wild as soon as they met no one knows why after graduation decide to go to North Hyrule Field University where he is currently living in a dorm Hylia I feel sorry for his roommates

Sun: Sky's girlfriend, going to University for religious studies, also her and Sky have been a thing since like Middle School Sky might not be Time's Kid by Blood but he is following in his dad's footsteps, her and Sky text and call every minute they're apart unless they're in class but if they're not in class and they are not with each other they are to either texting or calling there is no in between

Ravio: Legend's friend that attends North Hyrule Field University, no one knows what he's majoring in but he does hang around the ranch a lot

Other people that live in other places in Hyrule that are in this AU

Llia: Twilight's best friend she was suspicious of Midna the entire time that Midna and Twilight were dating, she actually ended up developing a dislike towards midna because Midna moved away without telling Twilight and broke up with him before that but wouldn't tell him why(although Twilight insists that Midna must have had her reasons for what she did) once she was old enough which started in Middle School every summer she would get a job working at Lon-Lon Ranch this continued through high school and is still going on every summer she gets a job working at the ranch also possibly had a crush on Twilight at one point, she lives in Ordon Town which according to her isn't that very far of a drive from Ordon Town to South Hyrule Field Twilight thinks otherwise and that she should stop trying to make that trip at night

Saria: Time's childhood best friend who lives in Kokiri Town, and is actually ordained, she was the one that officiated Time and Malon's wedding, the cluster of chaos gremlins call her Aunt Saria

Urbosa: mayor of Gerudo town, she's also a licensed therapist she is also the best at getting gifts for people like she always knows what to get someone Flora calls her auntie

Riju: Urbosa's daughter who admires wild way too much like seriously someone please stop this kid from trying to act like him

And now that all that is out of the way on to more random stuff about the AU

Time and Malon own a van that is big enough for all of their kids and Wolfie plus any friends that those kids might want to bring along (*cough* Sun *cough*)

The older kids carpool to University like they all have their own trucks cars Etc but they will stand in front of their bedroom doors in the hallway at night after they get done eating dinner and doing any chores that might need done and discuss whose car are they taking to University tomorrow, also who carpools and who doesn't depends on who has work and who doesn't the ones that have work after University usually take a separate car than the ones that don't

Remember in part 1 when I said that time thought the puppy that was with Twilight was going to be a small dog....... yeah he actually regrets saying the words "oh come on how big could it actually get" because Wolfie is massive Twilight has a full size bed and that dog takes up most of it like you walk into Twilight's room to wake him up of a morning(on the extremely rare occasion when he sleeps in) and you can barely tell he's there because of how big Wolfie is

However Wolfie does not always sleep in Twilight's room or bed if one of the other kids has had a bad day then Wolfie sleeps in their room

Four, Sky and Aryll are the only ones that don't have to share a room with anyone

The ones that do have to share rooms are Warriors and Wind, Legend and Hyrule, Twilight and Wild, and of course Fable and Flora

Sky's the oldest so he does not have to share a room with anyone Four doesn't share room with anyone because he cannot sleep if he's in a room with other people

And because Aryll is the youngest she gets the room closest to Time and Malon also known as the room that no one else wanted to be in

Every single person in the house listens to different kinds of music you can walk up the stairs and every bedroom will be playing different music that's not even counting the fact that Malon in the kitchen is playing different music than what the kids are playing in their rooms (I'll talk more about the music thing in part 3 because oh boy do I have so many thoughts on what everyone listens to)

However on the flip side of that Time doesn't usually play or put on any music he usually just listens to whatever someone else is playing this man will listen to any kind of music really

Legend will only wear pants if it is cold however if you take him to the beach you can talk him into wearing swim trunks

Everyone was taught how to ride a horse on Epona, also everyone has their own horse including Twilight Twilight has a Epona the II

The only ones that actually likes taking care of the cucco's is Sky and Malon, Time will take care of them but he does not like to the others try to avoid it at all costs

Flora has on more than one occasion try to get at least one of her brother's to eat a live frog, none of them would she stopped when she eventually got in trouble, so she started putting them in their beds instead, but only when they annoyed her or made her mad

Fable makes up the best bedtime stories and no one can convince me otherwise

Twilight and Malon are the only ones with country/southern accents a lot of people in the town have trouble understanding them at times but the whole family understands understand what they say without any trouble

All of the kids actually love helping Malon in the kitchen but some are better at cooking and baking than others

All of them including Time can either sing dance or play musical instruments, and Malon loves how Lively the house is when they all decide to do this at the same time

All of the kids have asked Time to sing them to sleep at some point in while growing up, Aryll still asks him to so does Wind but that's a secret so don't tell anyone.

Okay so now it is time to wrap this up because I think this one might actually be longer than the last one I might be wrong but don't worry I am going to be making a part 3, also I'm going to try to get part 3 to be more storytelling or at least formatted in a similar way that part 1 was and I'll probably be making a lot more parts to follow after that one, anyways I hope everyone thinks that this one is okay

Oh and if you have any questions about the Modern AU or anything like that or any suggestions for it feel free to leave your suggestions or ask me questions

(@merriclo here's part 2! 😊 also I'm really glad that you liked part 1 I'm most likely going to make a lot more parts to this, if you want me to keep tagging you let me know I'd be happy to do so I'm just glad someone likes this little AU and thought I had in my head as much as I do)

Modern AU Part 1

#Linked Universe Modern AU #linkeduniverse #linked universe

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raspberrycatapult · 1 year ago

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20 questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me, @uptoolateart!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

233,602 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Miraculous Ladybug

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Hardest Things Come After

The Adrien and Marinette Show

All That Is Necessary

Hamburger Ladybug

This is The Sea

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!! To pretty much all of them! I love comments, and I'm so appreciative of anyone who leaves them. It's wonderful to interact with readers :D

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Gosh, almost everything I write is angsty, so it's hard to say! But if I had to pick I'd say the one with the saddest ending is in the darkness of the light, because Marinette is dying, Adrien has been akumatised, and Gabriel is making the wish. There's 0 happiness and 0 hope.

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

Almost nothing I write is happy, but...Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm? ends on a pretty good note.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I ever have!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ehhh, not really. Nothing that's been published, anyway, and nothing graphic or explicit.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've never written a crossover, but I have written a Truman Show AU in which Adrien and Marinette find themselves in the same situation as Truman in the film. That one's pretty crazy! (and works scarily well).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

The Hardest Things Come After is currently being translated into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! All That Is Necessary, a Gone AU being co-written with the fantastic @uptoolateart!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

A tie between Adrienette and Ladynoir. Just those two in any form, really.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I plan on finishing everything!! I'd feel terrible if I didn't!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at characterisation and planning/coming up with ideas. And sometimes I come up with lines I really like 😆

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with action scenes, and I am a bit too repetitive in my language - I need to expand my vocabulary! Dialogue is also difficult depending on the scene. And I find it difficult to write about the characters being happy!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've never done it, but I guess I would if I felt it were necessary? And if readers could still follow along? I'll be including a few lines in other languages in a future chapter of one of my fics, but it won't be dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, when I was around 12. But I'd been creating 'fanfictions' of various shows and films I liked through acting out scenes with toys and imagining plots in my head for years beforehand.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ahhh I can't really choose! I like all of them! But I am still very happy with and proud of The Hardest Things Come After :D

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dreamwatch · 11 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to @occasionaloverboy for the tag!

So I got tagged in one of these before but had barely written anything, but this time I thought ‘fuck it’, I have some words down now.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Zero! Hoping to fix that soon.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Zero, please see above.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Okay, so as before, no kudos. I do have some drabbles over here and the first one got over 500 likes which still boggles my little mind.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Because holy shit you, a human I do not know, read my stupid little thing and left me a comment and it made me happy.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m not counting prompts because they’re all kind of short, vignetty kind of stuff, and I haven’t finished any of my long fic. Off the top off my head, I would say none have terrible endings planned, though one is definitely pushing it. I also am in super duper early stages of planning a Vietnam AU, and I can’t see that having the happiest ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like I say, so far none ended. I think the one that is likely to have the happiest ending is the Steve and Eddie in the 90s one, as it’s kind of a romance I think?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Well so far it’s just been ficlets and drabbles on tumblr and people have been very sweet. I’m a little scared if the prison fic sees the light of day because it’s got heavy shit going on and critical thinking is sorely lacking these days. So… hopefully not?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So far no. Honestly? I can’t ever even imagine it. And that’s becoming a struggle I’ve recently identified in my WIPs because there’s only so many chaste kisses you can let boys have before someone says ‘bUt wH3n ArE tHeY g0nNa fUCk!?’. In my fics, probably off screen, in the comfort of a bedroom or van and I shall avert my eyes while they do.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. Hate ‘em.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. Why do people do that? Don’t do that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’m always intrigued by how people write a fic together? If you do that tell me now? I’m curious.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

To quote Miss Erica Sinclair, you really have to ask? Steddie. It will always be Steddie.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pffft… I mean, all of them? But if I had to pick one, there was one I started and it was my first ever, and it was my take on a recovery fic. And there’s still stuff I like about it, things I had planned for it that I haven’t seen in other similar (aftermath/recovery) stories but I’ve got so caught up with other fics that have a more interesting premise.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I mean… good question, who knows? I’m a contrarian, you show me 100 fics that all do X and I’ll write Y just to spite everyone. More deeply that that, I honestly don’t know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh god so many. I’m ok-ish with dialogue, but shitty with describing what’s going on around it. My pacing isn’t great, I either go into way too much detail or no where near enough. I rarely find the sweet spot. I don’t have the most extensive or imaginative vocabulary, and while I’m not one for overly flowery prose, I would still like the language to be able to communicate imagery and emotion better.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never done it, I would be worried about it. Nothing more embarrassing than writing an emotional death scene in Icelandic only to be told by a native speaker you ordered three plates of fermented shark.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The A Team, TV not the film. Fuck the film.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Of course none of them are finished, but up until now Like A Stone, aka depressed Eddie gets stuck working in the plant with Wayne and nearly everyone has moved away. It took me by surprise in August and I blasted 30k words in one month, and it’s been left ever since. But I need to pick it up again.

No pressure tags, and also if you’ve already done this sorry!

@cchapsticck @devilyouwere @hbyrde36 @farahsamboolents @thisapplepielife

#20 questions for fic writers

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starbuckie · 3 years ago

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞

challenge: 3k writing challenge by @balenciagabucky and @dulceslibrary

prompt: poolboy!bucky and dad’sbestfriend!steve

pairing: poolboy!bucky barnes x reader, dad’sbestfriend!steve rogers x reader

words: 2.7k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (exhibitionism, voyeurism, m masturbation, unprotected sex, spanking), hookup sex, jealousy, age gap (bucky and reader 20’s, steve late 30’s)

summary: steve’s jealous and he hates that she’s wrapped around another cock, but he can’t say he hates watching it either.

a/n: happy three thousand followers tiana!! um, the whore jumped out here. it truly did. i am very proud of this one, and it’s also my first stucky x reader, so i really, truly enjoyed getting to write these two au’s along with it. please, please enjoy, and leave feedback if you did <3

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It wasn’t as if the two were even dating.

Bucky Barnes did not date. Steve knew, everyone in the neighborhood, parents and children alike, knew that he refused to go steady with someone for longer than a month or so. He hated people in general, much less a person to hang off his arm like an awestruck puppy, and he had two socials: messages (if that even counted) and Snapchat. He was essentially a hermit.

But Bucky Barnes did fuck. And well.

Word of how he swindled and played around with women had been whispered on the streets, young college girls giggling about how he charmed them into his bed and how he was gone the next day. He stuck to his fuckboy ways, and with that chiseled, boyish smirk of his, he got away with no repercussions. Steve couldn’t really blame the boy for what he did. He used to be exactly the same way.

So he had no reason to be fuming as he watched the young casanova flirt with Y/N down by her dad’s pool, his bright blue eyes roaming over her scantily clad body. The boy was shirtless, showcasing carved ropes of muscle across his abdomen, and scars across his left arm that proved a story. His normally fluffy brown hair sat a sweet bunch of curls atop his head after picking a few leaves out of the pool. Tattoos, elegant birds taking flight and octopi roping around his thick biceps, filled out his arms and chest, ink seeming to cover every inch of down to his swim trunks. He truly was a shit pool boy, but he made a few hundred bucks nearly every weekend for doing it.

Still, Steve was in no position to be upset about Bucky shamelessly eyeing the girl. After all, his eyes strayed just the same.

Watching water drip down the valley of her tits. The small smirk she wore, teeth biting down on her lower lip. The thong-like bottom, barely covering the round globes of her ass. Her thighs rubbing together, just begging for any kind of release like a desperate little bitch.

The college girl was his immoral pleasure. He’d only met her at the feisty age of nineteen, fresh out of her sophomore year at UCLA. Her dad was new in the neighborhood, having bought the giant mansion of a house next to his. Truthfully, Steve didn’t care much for David at first, but the older man was loaded and had a daughter who looked a lot better than he could’ve ever imagined. He grew to like the man more after that. Tortoiseshell sunglasses slipped down her nose when she dove to shake his hand at their first meeting and she seemed shy and sweet right up until she squeezed his hand a little too hard and sent him a wink.

He had been a ruined man ever since.

Her quiet flirtatiousness had carried on in every meeting they had, from coming home from college for Thanksgiving break and whenever he hung around at her dad’s house, she was there, there hitting on him, the forty-two year old man from the next house over. Why she did it, he’d never know. He was old, an ex-fiance that spent his time doing nothing but work and walking his dog. And yet, she, this gorgeous, smart, sexy college girl with a bright future ahead of her would occasionally brush a hand over his dick or bend over a little too far, or just far enough for him to see her glistening pussy.

She constantly put on a show for them that she knew he couldn’t look away from.

“God damn it,” Steve growled. A dull throb thrummed in his lower abdomen, and he could feel his cock begin to harden.

It had been two months since he last got off, and twice as long since he fucked someone. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hands were reaching into his pants and pulling his dick out. The feel of his rough, calloused palm against the burning skin on his cock made him choke on his own spit as he let out a wanton moan. Veins popped out of tattooed arm as he tightened the hold of his cock, breads of precome dripping down his purplish head. He was painfully hard, leaking into his fisted hand and he couldn’t help himself from hissing when he wiped the precome off.

His eyes briefly closed, and just for a moment, he imagined Y/N. In all her wet glory, her nipples poking through the flimsy, pretty pink material of her pink polo shirt at her dad’s summer start off, imagined her bare cunt dripping on his muscular thigh. He brought to mind every single second of her teasing and lust-filled gazes as he gently stroked his cock, hoping that one day he’d have the real thing.

It was a nice fantasy, one he indulged himself in almost daily- but it seemed to continue once he'd opened his eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He stopped stroking his cock, his hands instead finding rest against the cold, clean windows, and he practically smashed his nose against the glass to get a better look at what he may or may not have been seeing. Because what he thought was going on down there couldn’t be.

There was just no fucking way.

Outside the house, right down on the pool deck where anyone in the mansion could see them, was Y/N and Bucky. Fucking. At some point, simple flirting became a full-on attack, and while Steve wasn’t paying attention, the young wolf of Brooklyn Heights had the college girl sprawled out on the woven chair she had once sat upon. Her bikini pushed under her tits and her bottoms strewn somewhere in the water. Ankles thrown over broad, scarred shoulders, hips pistoning deep and hard into hers. One of Bucky’s hands rubbed at her clit vigorously, circling in quick, tight circles as the other groped and grabbed at her bouncing tits.

In the dead silence of his embarrassment, Steve could hear Y/N. How she screamed for Bucky, and all the pretty sounds he’d only ever fantasized of listening to, and while guilt filled his veins as he eavesdropped and watched his best friend’s daughter, his dick had no morals.

A moan tumbled so lewdly from her lips, and his blue eyes snapped back to her shaking form. “Oh, God, Bucky, B-bucky,” she nearly hiccupped, “use me.”

“That’s fuckin’ right, dolly, lemme hear you again,” the man snarled at her. “Wanna make sure the whole neighborhood knows how much of a whore you are. Beggin’ for a few seconds of my cock like a little greedy baby.”

Steve couldn’t hear what she said next, but that didn’t matter because he saw her nod at his words and the blond was pumping his cock even faster, muttering curses under his breath as he watched the college students fuck each other by the pool. Morals had flown out of the motherfucking window for him.

Bucky readjusted Y/N’s legs around his waist, hitting deeper inside her as the girl mewled even louder. Her moans of pure ecstasy reached Steve’s ears just the same and his head twitched under his palm as his other grasped at the counter behind him. His hips bucked into his hand in quick motions and the ache from his back arching was beginning to kick in, but his orgasm was oncoming and fast at that.

“Oh, fuck me,” Steve’s fist tightened around his cock. His abs twitched and flexed against the tight white shirt he wore, sweat beading along the v-line of his waist and the nape of his neck. Summer heat finally started to make its way into the house as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm until suddenly, he was spilling creamy, white liquid over his hand. His come oozed through his fingers, and he moaned low under his breath as he fumbled with his heavy sac. “Shit, baby, that was so good, so good for me.”

As he came down from his high, he noticed that Bucky and Y/N hadn’t finished fucking, his eyes widening as he saw her knees now planted on either side of the younger man’s hips, bouncing up and down on his cock rapidly. His breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t even bother to tuck himself back into his pants, rather pushing himself towards the glass to watch even more as the thrill of his pleasure coursed through him.

Bucky’s lips were puckered around one of Y/N’s nipples, pinching at the other one. A sheen of sweat shone under the sun as she bared her throat to it, head thrown almost backward as she rode him without pause.

Various dark marks were already starting to bruise on her skin, teeth marks indented on his from the ecstasy he brought her. A hint of jealousy once again reached his conscience, but it was soon fleeting as Y/N’s loud moans reached his ears again.

“Oh, shit, Bucky, rub my clit, please,” she cried. One of her hands reached for the one on her hip, and she dragged it down to her over-sensitive bundle of nerves, working it into small circles before returning back to his hair. She tugged on it and the older man could hear how much Bucky enjoyed the pain. “God, yes, feels so good, baby.”

“Yeah, I bet it fuckin’ does, huh? You wanna cream on my cock?” Steve could barely hear his words, but the girl he was watching heard them perfectly well. “You wanna show Rogers what he’s missin’ out on? We both know you wanna be squeezin’ the hell out of his dick, show him what you can do, dolly. Come for us.”

With Y/N’s chorus of pleads and curses, she fell over the edge with an overly raucous whine. Her head fell on Bucky’s shoulder as he spanked her cheeks, bathing in the sounds of her hiccups as she creamed on his cock. His hips thrust up into hers a few more times, and he was pulling out of her last second and coming on her stomach. Thick, hot ropes of his come dripped down her tummy and cunt down on his burning hot skin, and he ran two fingers through it before shoving them in her mouth. “Suck it, honey.”

A tired nod and her lips were parting for his fingers, tongue slowly looping around the digits. He was tangy and bitter on her tongue, but it seemed like the sweetest ever when it was him. When she had been the one to make him come like that. Her eyes finally opened as he caressed her ass, but then she saw a glint of something on the second-story window.

Squinting just the slightest, she saw Steve. She knew he was at the house, they both did, but then she saw his cock. His massive, thick cock, soft, and she knew what he had been doing.

Their eyes locked.

“Fuck me, little girl,” Steve watched as her lips sucked the hell out of Bucky’s fingers, but her eyes remained on his. His cock began to harden again, and he tucked himself away before his feet were carrying him out of the kitchen and down the flight of marble stairs, electricity crackling in each step he took.

Gentle sighs and staggered breaths filled the warm air as Y/N came back from her high, vision blurry, but showing the vibrant, bright colors of the summer day. Bucky practically heaved under her, his hands thrown in his tousled hair as he leaned back and caught his breath. His lips were kiss-bitten and he looked nothing but absolutely debauched after their round of sex. It was usual for them to fuck but that time had been rougher, more carnal because they knew a certain someone was watching them.

“That was a good one, holy shit,” Bucky choked out. Y/N on top of him let him get up, and she flopped back in the chair that had warmed up from the sun (and their tryst) and chuckled out a barely audible laugh.

“Yeah, it was,” she picked up her cherry martini from the side table, sipping the cool drink through a patterned paper straw. Her flimsy neon orange bikini was still settled under her breasts, leaving her leaking pussy bare to the warm air. At least she wouldn’t get any tan lines.

Bucky grabbed his shoulder towel from the ground a few feet away and was kind enough to clean her up. He wiped his come from her tummy and pussy, making sure to massage the poor, aching thing while he was at it. He picked up his board shorts from next to where Y/N laid in her chair, briefly glancing up towards where Steve had stood just moments before. He had seen the older man watching them- they both had. “Do y’think he saw this time?”

Bending over to grab her swim bottoms from the water, her leaking, arching pussy bare to the warm air. “Dear God, I hope so. Mrs. Sanderson must be getting sick of hearing us out here and I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Oh, I know you can take a lot more, sweetheart,” Bucky chuckled darkly. Y/N rolled her eyes, pinching his ass with a grin as he walked by her. “Tell your dad that I need my paycheck by tomorrow, I’m heading off to San Trope.”

“A bit demanding from the man who comes over just pick out a few leaves from the water and fuck me,” she snorted, “my dad barely knows he’s basically paying for a prostitute.”

“Shut it,” he picked up his net and sunglasses from a few chairs over. “Really hope you get his dick soon, dolly, you’re lookin’ needy.”

As Y/N went back to recline in her chair, she flipped him off, listening to his chortles with that signature smirk she just knew he was wearing. The sun basked down on her. There was a dulling ache between her thighs, and her pussy felt as empty as her heart. Maybe Steve really didn’t want her. Maybe her attempts at getting him to fuck her were absolutely fruitless. After all, what would a successful, wealthy businessman do with a twenty year-old theater major?

Four o’clock in the afternoon. A sixty-minute period where everything seems like a dream. Barely is memorable in the human mind, and to Y/N, and it was barely comprehensible. The harsh Brooklyn sun beat down on her face and her body felt empty now that Bucky was gone. She had three weeks, if not longer until he came back from his trip, which meant she had to either go out to a bar and charm her way into someone sleeping with her or get herself off, which she couldn’t even do anymore.

Footsteps approached from behind her. It couldn’t be her dad, he was out of the country, God knew where. Despite the brutal rays of sun hitting every inch of her skin, goosebumps arose across it, her chest filling with chilling bile. But as a shadow from behind her and her chair grew over her body, she began to recognize those broad shoulders and the heavy breaths from behind her. Those were the ones she’d just dreamed about in the dead of night with her fingers shoved under the band of her panties.

“You’ve been showing off that pretty little cunt far too much for my liking, baby. It’s about time you let me fuck it.” Steve grinned down at her, a wolfish sort of thing, and Y/N let herself smile.

Her body relaxed into the chair and arched her back to look back up at him with an impish twinkle in her eye. “Steve, it’s such a pleasure to see you. It’s about goddamn time, I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words forever.”

A growl emerged from his lips and no longer did that ache in her pussy feel empty, but only wet in all the best ways.

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Sweeter Endings

Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Still reeling from the financial realities of losing your mother you turn to a lucrative website for help and get more than you could have bargained for.

W/C: 5,325

Warnings: Smut (no minors 18+ only), light D/S dynamics, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, swearing

A/N: NO MINORS, I wrote this for @donutloverxo 's Sugary 4k Challenge (Congrats!!) I love sugar daddy AUs so I was really excited to write this!! If you like it then please like/reblog/comment I'm all ears! Also maybe check out my other stuff if you want! Cheers!

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The saying ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ was truer than you’d ever imagined and you found out the hard way. Life had hit you hard last year. You had watched your mother succumb very quickly to cancer. A cold that just wouldn’t go away turned into a doctor’s visit turned into three months left to live. Having no one else in her life, the cost of her funeral and medical bills fell to you. The bills outweighing the inheritance you had no choice but to drop out of school.

One year later you were hanging on by threads to keep yourself off the streets without turning to a loan shark or selling yourself. Stocking shelves at a bougie grocery store in Soho by day and bartending in Tribeca by night had you working six days a week. What free time you had you were too exhausted to do anything with. Something had to give or you were going to collapse from the stress, you just didn’t know what.

A couple weeks ago you had been casually venting about how broke you were with a coworker when she jokingly suggested signing up for one of those Sugar Daddy sites. You laughed along with her but it sounded better than getting a third job. You had quietly asked one of your roommates to borrow their laptop saying you needed to look at job postings only half a lie, really and locked yourself in your room.

You were just gonna check out the website, maybe sign up and poke around, it didn’t mean you were committing to anything, just looking. You remembered first looking at the website once your shitty wifi loaded it, promising ‘beautiful and successful people making mutually beneficial connections’. You balked after reading that but you couldn’t look at any profiles without making one yourself so you had set to work.

After making your profile you hadn’t gotten any hits in about a week so you shrugged it off. You couldn’t keep hogging your roommate’s computer anyways so you set off back to work. Your days at the store wore on into endless nights at the bar and you wondered what other options you really had when you had no degree and no experience in any relevant field.

___

6 o’clock on a Thursday night, the typical after work crowd begins to roll in. The bar you work in is upscale, classy. Definitely trying to lure in the businessmen that worked in the area and their wallets. It annoyed you to deal with the same type of customers you did at the store all over again but with the high end crowd came good tips so you couldn't complain too much.

It was busier than usual when a group of men in suits walked in together asking for a booth. You saw a lot of business meetings take place over whiskey sours in this place so you didn’t think much of it. You tried your best to keep tending to your regulars when a pair from the group came over.

One of the men had deep brown eyes and a sly grin that when split gave you the perfect view of the gap between his teeth. He was confident but he had a kind look to him. His friend had dirty blond hair and a beard that clung to his perfect jawline and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t snuck a second look. You turned your back and continued filling orders to distract yourself when one of them cleared their throat behind you.

As you turned to face them you found it was the blond calling after you. His face held a hint of surprise but it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement as he smirked and one brow lifted, like he knew something you didn’t. He was like any other typical customer for you, professional and handsome, probably over-confident in himself. You returned his smirk and prepared your best charming banter. Time to earn those tips.

“Something to drink for you, gentleman?” You offered.

“We’d like a round of scotch for the table over there. You don’t mind bringing it over, do you sweetheart?” the brown-eyed man asked.

“Of course not” you answered. Pricks.

“Good girl” the blond said with a wink. Creep. A hot creep but still. Before you could ask he took his card out of his wallet and put it on the counter for the tab.

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A round had come and passed, soon they’d asked for another but this time it was just the blond that approached you. You lifted your eyebrows in anticipation of an order.

“You here often?” he asked. Ugh, not even a good pick up line.

“Am I here at my job often?” You retorted with a playful smile.

The man’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Sorry you just uh, you look familiar that’s all. What’s your name?”

You supplied him with it and asked him if he wanted another round of scotch. He nodded.

“Smart girl, I’m Steve by the way.” He laid down his business card which you picked up with a look of challenging curiosity. Steve Rogers, CEO of Shield inc.

Oh. You didn’t recognize the name but you definitely knew the company. It felt like a quarter of their employees stopped in for a drink throughout the week and it was prominent enough of a company that you read about it weekly. Play it cool, these types want to feel like an every-man at the bar but still wanna feel important.

You raised your eyebrows again in recognition. “Nice to meet you, Steve, I’ll have your round right out.”

“Good Girl” he winked again at you. Okay so it’s hot, but he’s a total stranger and you don’t even know him. Stay on your game.

___

10 o’clock came around and things were thinning out slightly, regulars made their way out, awkward Tinder dates and rowdy young 20-somethings made their way in. The party of businessmen was still around but they were hopefully wrapping up after the 2 more rounds they’d had. Steve approached the bar once more and you preemptively picked up the bottle of scotch.

“Whoa, easy, girl! I’m here to pick up the tab” He said, taking out his wallet.

“What’s the name on the tab?” You decided to play dumb but based off the grin on his face he knew you were playing with him.

“Steve. Rogers.” He replied, his tone was stern but his eyes told you he was in on the joke.

You cashed him out and left him to sign his receipt so you could make more drinks. You saw him move in your peripheral and turned your head to see his face.

“Have a good night, sweetheart. I’ll be seein’ ya” he promised.

“Take care!” You smiled back.

A few minutes later you circled back to collect his receipt and found three $100 bills staring back at you. You blinked dumbly in disbelief, who the hell leaves a 200% tip? Looking around to see if Steve was still here he was nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to pocket the money.

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Another week went by and left you wondering how much energy and concentration it would take for you to just evaporate, since that seemed easier than going to work today. Sadly still in solid form, you punched in at the store and stowed your things in your locker.

Your upscale customer base was a mostly pretentious and successful group of yuppies so even though you were grateful to not be on the streets you were constantly reminded of the professional success you couldn’t help but feel that you were missing out on. Stuck instead to listen to incessant whining ‘is this organic? I won’t eat it unless it’s organic’.

The upside of this job was that the time went by quickly because you always had so much to do. Plus with how monotonous the work was it was easy enough to zone out. So much so that you hadn’t heard someone calling your name and approaching you. A hand softly touching your shoulder snapped you into the present.

You looked up, startled to find a pair of blue eyes staring back into yours. You took a step back and processed who it was. “CEO guy?” Steve?

“‘CEO guy?’ I thought I recognized you, ‘barmaid’ or should I say… ‘stock girl?’” He joked using his fingers to make quotations.

Now that you thought about it, the store isn’t that far at all from the bar, it would make sense if he’s in the area. You smiled and tapped your nametag in response.

“I just came in on my lunch to grab a few groceries” looking down at his basket it held some protein powder, some eggs, and one lonely banana. “Clearly, I’m single. But you’d know that already, wouldn’t you?”

Your brows twinged together in confusion. What is that supposed to mean?

“Excuse me?”

He edged a little closer to you and lowered his voice “SeekingConnection.com?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The fucking Sugar Daddy site! I forgot about that! Surprise was quickly replaced with humiliation. You looked down and away as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you” Steve placated, “But I gotta say, I’m pretty hurt you never responded to me. I sent that message weeks ago and let’s just say I’m not used to rejection.” He kept his tone light, letting you know he wasn’t mad.

“I-I um, I’m sorry, I don’t have a computer and they don’t have an app, I was using my roommates’ computer and I guess I forgot about it…” You admitted.

Steve nodded in acknowledgement. Please say something to salvage this conversation. Please.

“Well,” Steve rummaged in his pocket for another business card. “You got a pen on you?”

You dug around in your apron and came up with one. Handing it to him you watched as he wrote on the back of the card. He held the card and the pen out to you.

“That’s my number, I’d ask for yours but I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, you already look like you wanna sink through the floor” Not helping, but I do. You took them from him and tucked them away in the pocket of your apron.

“You do have a phone right?” You only glared at him in response. “Well, if you check your profile, you would’ve seen I asked you out to lunch, offer still stands. Just text me when you’re free”

Should I even say yes? I mean, the winking the other night was weird but he’s good looking and at least somewhat considerate. I mean, it’s not like I had any other intention when I signed up for that site. What the hell. right?

“I… usually work mid shifts so I don’t know if lunch is doable, they only give me half an hour but, maybe we could do coffee? I’ve got tomorrow off from the bar I could meet you” you suggested.

If Steve felt pity for you he hid it well behind the wide smile he made when you offered coffee instead.

“There’s a place around the corner from here, just up a block, you know it? I’m off tomorrow at 6, why don’t you meet me there?”

“Sounds like a plan.” He winked at you again and started walking away. What the hell just happened?

____

You did end up borrowing your roommate’s computer once again when you got home to look up Steve’s DM. Sure enough, there he had been in all his internet glory. ‘Steve, 33, CEO. likes: art, conversation, whiskey. Digging around further on his profile you found that he owned several houses here and in Europe, he had a dog that was cuter than he was, and that he was ‘Seeking deeper connection’. All of these things piqued your interest.

‘Hey, Doll. Saw your profile and I had to ask, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? Kidding, of course. But maybe you’d care to tell me your story over lunch? Your profile says we’re both in New York. - Steve’ Sent three weeks ago. Fuck.

You had texted him earlier to confirm, which is how you found yourself walking up the sidewalk towards the shop with a mind running rampant with nervous thoughts. What if he just wants to feel big about himself in comparison to me? What would I even really have to offer the relationship? A college dropout working two dead-end jobs with no social life. You needed to snap yourself out of it. You were just meeting for coffee doesn’t mean anything.

Pushing open the door you found Steve waving at you from a quiet corner. He was still in a suit, presumably coming from work himself. Even the buttons on his shirt looked expensive. You were wearing dirty jeans and a worn pair of work boots paired with a flannel. You couldn’t have looked more different if you tried.

“I waited for you to order,” He said. You smiled up at him, only now realizing how tall he was in comparison to you. He ushered you both towards the counter where you both placed your orders. You moved to take your wallet from your purse but he had already beat you there.

“Really? As if I’d let the lady pay, and on the first date no less?” He said playfully.

“Oh, so this is a date now, is it?” You kidded.

Steve shoved his hands in his pockets and gave you that boyish grin and a shrug. The pair of you made your way back to the table and waited for your drinks to be brought over.

“How was work?” You asked, “What exactly is it that your company does?”

“We offer security and surveillance software domestically as well as international. Stadiums, airports, other government buildings. Things of that nature. And work was fine, thank you for asking” Steve said with a genuine smile. “How was your day, doll?”

“Oh, my day was fine, more of the same but y’know,” You answered half-heartedly.

“You know, you never answered me, what’s a funny, pretty gal like you doing on a site like that?”

Embarrassment hit you again, this time maybe accompanied with a hint of shame. You were saved momentarily by your drinks being delivered. He seemed truly interested and since he was paying you supposed you owed him an answer.

“I was going to Columbia and I had a pretty good internship when my mom got diagnosed with cancer. She died three months later and since it was only always just the two of us I ended up footing the bill. I was on partial scholarship but between the hospital and the funeral I can’t really afford the rest of tuition on top of working for free so here I am” you explained, “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m totally oversharing aren’t I? You probably don’t wanna hear about a bummer like this, sorry”

You tried to laugh to ease the tension you thought you’d created. Braving a look at Steve, he looked thoughtful and only a little bit like he pitied you. You could live with that.

“I’m really sorry about your mom, mine also got really sick before she died, I know it must’ve been hard. What were you in school for?”

___

You and Steve talked for hours, trading anecdotes of childhood and talking about each other’s interests. You had a similar sense in humour so you got on swimmingly. The evening seemed to be coming to a close as the night sky sent in through the window.

Being with Steve was probably the most relaxed you’d felt since before your mom was diagnosed. It became difficult to focus on anything but your financial situation and even though that’s what brought you here in the first place you had managed to forget all about it.

“So look, us getting together wasn’t exactly the most conventional on meet-cutes but to put it bluntly,” He said, “The CEO life makes it hard to meet real people and it gets kinda lonely, I mean, you saw my grocery basket” You both laughed at that. “You need money and I need company, I feel like we could help each other out. Whad’ya say? Think you could put up with me?”

You knew what this was but hearing it put so plainly was a little surprising. At least he was to the point.

“So if I said yes what does that mean, exactly?” you inquired.

“Well,” he started, “We take care of each other. Let me cover some of your bills at the very least, make it so you’d be comfortable quitting at least one of your jobs. And you’d keep me company, we go on dates, maybe you could come over, there’s the occasional work event or charity gala I’d need you on my arm for. Thoughts?”

God I can’t even imagine what it’s like to work only one job anymore. Maybe I could even save up and go back to school. He’s cute and he seems sensible, why not?

“Could we maybe take things slow? What you describe is something I’m down for but I don’t want to make myself completely dependent on you. But I’d love to be there for you, and I have to admit, the thought of only working one full time job is pretty crazy to me” You laughed.

Steve swallowed and placed one of his large, warm hands over yours.

“I can do things the old fashioned way, if that’s what you’d feel good with. I gotta say though, with looks like that it’s not gonna be easy” he jested.

You smiled shyly and looked away. You both stood to leave and he held the door open for you.

“I’ve already got your number from when you texted me earlier but I’ll talk to my assistant about my schedule and maybe I could take you out to dinner this weekend?”

“I um, I’d really like that. It’s a date” You stated.

“Oh, so you think this is a date now?” He jested.

You lightly punched him in the arm and he took the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. You could smell his aftershave and his deep voice gave you goosebumps when he spoke next.

“I kinda want to kiss you goodnight, would that be okay?”

You could only nod as he shut his eyes and closed in. Your lips met in one perfect, chaste kiss. You sighed and leaned into his hand as it briefly cupped your face.

You broke apart and made promises to see each other soon. You felt like you could’ve floated home as you boarded the subway, caught up in the swarm of newly forming feelings.

_____

You sat in the break room when your phone buzzed to life, ‘Saturday at 7?’

You were about to type out a yes when you forgot you worked closing at the bar. Your thumbs moved quickly to tap out the reply ‘Working, sorry :/ the pitfalls of bartending. Sunday at 7?’

You were nervous telling him no and asking to change plans. You hated not being able to make things work but you only just met the man and the weekend tips were killer, it’s not like you could turn the shift down.

‘Ah yes, almost forgot. Sunday works too, I’ll text you the details. What’s your address? I’ll pick you up’

Oh, God. Steve can’t see my building! His cufflinks probably cost more than my rent!

‘I’ll just meet you there, don’t worry about it’

‘Not a chance, doll. Just tell me where and I’ll come get you’

You let out a worried sigh but knew you had to let it go. You sent him your address and went back to work.

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Saturday was maybe the longest day in your entire week, in fact you loathed it. Mornings at the store followed by running immediately to the bar. Last call in New York was 4am so it’s a good thing you didn’t try to make brunch plans with Steve for Sunday. But ultimately both your shifts passed without major incident and now it was Sunday and you tried to ready yourself the best you could.

The place Steve mentioned was fancy, you knew that much from a quick search. Panicking instantly upon realizing you don’t really have any nice clothes you turned to your most fashionable roommate for help. She loaned you a cocktail dress that was revealing enough to draw interest without giving everything away. You just hoped Steve would like it.

‘Downstairs, doll. Silver BMW’ you exhaled. Hoo boy, here we go.

____

Steve handed his keys to the valet and rushed around to open your door for you. You held his hand and you clambered onto the sidewalk in your heels. His warm hand on the small of your back as he steered you towards the doors was a comforting weight.

Dinner has been lovely so far, he chose a place that wasn’t completely white-glove but was upscale enough to make you feel only a little underdressed.

You joked back and forth with him over the course of the meal, talked about your lives, and even found out you both have a guilty pleasure for cheesy rom-coms. It wasn’t until dessert and your third glass of wine came that you realized how much time had passed. You frowned slightly thinking of the early morning ahead of you followed by a long night at the bar.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

“Oh, nothing I just didn’t realize how late it was, I’ve got both jobs tomorrow it’ll just be a long day that’s all” you tried to wave it off but Steve frowned in response.

“Quit the bar” he stated.

“What?”

“Quit the bar. This is your card, I’ve already loaded $3000 on there. Put me in touch with your landlord and I’ll get you taken care of.” He slid the card across the table to you. Your name printed on the front. This got real very quickly.

“Steve, that’s.” You were in shock, a loss for words almost “that’s too much, I don’t know what to say.” You felt embarrassed taking the money. You knew that was the essence of your arrangement but actually taking his money had you feeling uneasy.

“Honey, this is what I’m here for. Let me take care of you. Give up your late nights. I wanna take you out on the weekends and you’ll need to be available for events. You can stay at the store if you want but quit the bar, you don’t need it.”

You took a deep sigh. He did say he wanted you to be comfortable quitting one of your jobs; it's just making the change that scares you. But something about Steve felt safe so you nodded and looked up to him.

“I’ll put in my two weeks”

“Good girl” he patted your knee and you involuntarily clenched your thighs. He smirked at that but let it go.

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A few months had come and gone since that night and your time with Steve had been great. Only working the one job gave you so much more free time. You'd spent a good chunk of it just trying to form a normal sleep schedule but all the time you spent with Steve made it difficult. Not that you minded especially since your allowance was monthly but he’d showered you with gifts here and there.

They started off small, perfume, chocolates and flowers, or a simple pair of white gold hoops that reminded him of you. They gradually became pricier and more elaborate. You’d felt guilty accepting it all at first but he was insistent you deserve the best. He had even mentioned you moving out maybe finding a better place but you reminded him you needed to go slow.

He’d also been nothing short of a gentleman. Out in public at least, you’d learned the hard way that he was an absolute animal in bed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your hands off of him.

Something you had appreciated about Steve is that he never made you feel bad or less than for being broke. Never held his money over your head like leverage. You’d felt equal to him in all aspects, understanding you had just as much say as he did.

Still, there was a small nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you Steve is not your boyfriend. This isn't a relationship and he's looking to get something out of just like you are. But if you were being honest you were catching feelings, it was hard not to when the man was giving you the fantasy. You decided to push that voice aside whenever it came up and let yourself be swept away. Maybe that would bite you in the ass but for now you were happy.

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You were buzzed into Steve’s building and on the elevator ride up to his penthouse your phone buzzed. ‘I have to make a quick call- I’ve got a present waiting for you in the living room.’ You couldn’t help but feel giddy.

The doors opened and Steve was nowhere in sight but as you entered the living room a bag from Chanel and the Apple Store sat on the table. Oh god, what this time? I swear this man is too much.

You opened the smaller bag from Chanel first and found a beautiful black and white evening bag. It was sleek and simple, very much to your tastes. You were nervous to open the Apple bag, Steve always went overboard. Shakily removing the paper you pulled out the slim case in disbelief. A MacBook Air and a pair of AirPod Pros. The man well and truly spoiled you.

“You said you didn’t have a computer.” His voice came from behind you and startled you.

“Steve, this is too much. You’re too much.” You swung your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Nothin’s too much for you, doll.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Think you could take a couple days off of work? I just got off the phone and confirmed plans for my house in Nice.”

A trip? France?? Oh my god. How is this my life? You felt so overwhelmed that you grabbed Steve by the collar and brought his face down to meet you in a kiss. His tongue swiped your lips and you granted him entrance. Moaning into his mouth your hands traveled up into his hair, pulling softly and coaxing a groan out of him.

He guided you to sit on the couch and brought you down into his lap. You ground down onto him and felt his hard-on through his slacks. Your hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his shirt as he kissed down your jaw towards your neck. You sighed softly when he found your sweet spot and started sucking.

He helped you take off his shirt while you got started on his belt and undid his pants. He lifted himself off the couch slightly to move them down to his knees, taking his briefs with them. His cock stood proud and an angry red, leaking at the tip.

“I wanna ride you, I can’t wait.” You pouted as you writhed against him in need.

Steve tutted at you “that’s no way to get what you want. Ask me nicely, baby. Beg to ride my cock,”

You ground down even harder and whined. “Please, sir, please let me ride your cock. I need to feel you, I can’t wait any longer please.”

“Good Girl” Steve's hands flipped up your skirt and found your panties, ripping them to shreds. They were La Perla and had cost a pretty penny but he didn’t care.

He lined himself up and brought you down harshly gripping your hips. You moaned loudly in surprise and satisfaction and wasted no time moving back and forth. Steve made you feel so close and connected to him whenever he fucked you but he still made you feel sordid and dirty. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling, you’d gladly chase it.

His eyes were hooded as watched you chase your own pleasure and giving him some in return. His hands kneaded your ass and smacked it just to get a gasp out of you. He grabbed the back of your head and brought you in for a searing kiss that was all teeth and tongue. He’d nip at you and lick the pain away.

His hips met yours, finding your rhythm and speeding you both up when he gripped your hips.

“Can’t wait to have me, you had to fuck me on the couch huh?” Steve panted, “my dirty girl. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You put your forehead against his and went harder, pushing your clit to grind against the muscles of his abs.

“Only yours, sir.” Your orgasm was building. Steve was a pretty relaxed dom but you still needed permission.

“Sir, please let me cum I can’t wait any longer” you tried your best to slow your movements a bit.

“I think you can hold it baby, I wanna enjoy you a little longer”.

You could only whine in response and tried to slow your pace but his grip on your hips and his own movements pushed you further and further towards the edge. You tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands only tightened. It felt like forever until Steve finally gave you permission.

“Go on baby, cum for me you earned it. Fuck your self on my cock and cum all over me”

Your movements were frantic, desperate to chase your orgasm when finally the perfect angle of his cock inside you and your clit against him set you free. You cried out above him and dug your nails in deep.

Steve held you firmly in place and started slamming into you from below, finally letting himself think about cumming. All you could do was hold on for mercy. Moments later he brought you down onto him one final slam as he came inside of you with a cry.

The only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath. You sighed again and collapsed against him, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kissed the side of your face and let you make yourself at home while he caressed your back.

____

One shower and two more orgasms later you were both clean and made your way to the kitchen. Steve was gathering the ingredients for dinner when you hugged him from behind. Your head resting against his back. Steve twisted around and hugged you in full. You both stayed like that for a moment until you looked up at him.

You were so content. Moments like this where you were just domestic were some of the best between you. It wasn’t about money or material, it was just the two of you making dinner and enjoying each other, no barriers.

“Are you really going to take me to France?” Your voice came out muffled against his chest.

“Of course, doll. After dinner I want you to use your new laptop to buy some outfits for the trip. I left my card in your new purse.”

You lifted onto your tiptoes and kissed his nose.

“You really do think of everything, don’t you?”

“What can I say? I’m a planner” he retorted.

You didn’t know it yet but Steve was going to ask you to become official while you were there. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. In fact he’d never been so sure about something in his life.

#sugary4kchallenge #steve rogers x reader #sugar daddy!Steve rogers x reader #sugar daddy!steve rogers #sugar daddy au #marvel au #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #smut

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encantoaushoplookedits · 3 years ago

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Abuela Alma Modern AU Outfit Layout

made on shoplook.io

So sometimes I make these layouts for characters and i really hyperfixated on Encanto so here we are. I’ll talk about some of the important pieces and details. this ones gonna be long cause i love abuela so much:

While this is a modern au, i styled the outfits for abuela to be 50-ish years ago, like when she was in her early 20′s. Like if there was a flashback to her before or around the time her kids were born.

This is post-canon events of the film but also a modern au (it makes no sense don’t think about it) But for the present day headcanon abuela is unlearning a lot of toxic thinking and behavior and working through her trauma for for the first time in her life. maybe she is seeking some counselling from a trusted friend or priest or something. but also she is taking a step back from leading the family and is reconnecting with them individually. shifting into a less stressful and controlling role in the family. seeking both forgiveness and validation in her healing journey (i love her i will stand for no abuela hate in the chat). She and Mirabel are especially spend a lot of time together and mirabel shows her tiktoks and she is this kind of grandma:

*tiktok playing*

Abuela: who’s that girl?

Mirabel: she’s just someone on the internet

Abuela: are you friends? you should invite her over

mirabel: no- it’s just a video-

Abuela: do i know her family?

all the grandkids who are figuring out their sexual/gender identities are nervous about coming to her, until it is revealed that Bruno came out to her as a teen (as some kind of gay/demi/ace take your pick). while she was a bit confused by the terminology she worked really hard at educating herself and being understanding and supportive, so now as a grandma she is super accepting of the kids being lgbtq+. also very much this tweet :

Happy pride I will never forget what my grandmother said to me when I came out to her at age 18. The words have really stuck with me. She said “stop crying we’re at a Chinese Colombian buffet I don’t care if you’re gay”

age 20-ish alma makes me cry every time i watch the movie (i just can;t help it). anyway. she doesn’t come from a very affluent family but she has a lot of ambition and leadership skills so she works really hard in school and in her community. she might be like the first person in her family to go to college (majoring in something like history or political science) and the pressure of being a young woman in these fields makes her very aware of image and what people think.

(full disclosure i am not very well educated in Colombian history and am not going to try and make something up. just know that these headcanons are just for fun and not super plotted out. they borrow heavily from the events of the film and are mostly the same but in a modern setting. fill in the holes with your imagination)

she and pedro meet at that candle event they were at in the movie (is that like a real thing? i haven’t heard it mentioned in the encanto vids ive watched). of course they hit it off immediately. I imagine pedro to be very warm and soft-spoken, and he really likes how strong willed and opinionated alma is. theyre both very family oriented and really want lots of kids and grandkids eventually. he is killed in some vague civil unrest situation like in the film and alma has to move to a small town in the mountains ( the encanto) to raise her kids. she internalizes that trauma and becomes a community leader for many years to protect her town/home/family from all the bad shit in the world.

her color pallet on the layout is some dark reds/burgendy/oranges with really romantic prints and sophisticated pieces. she is super sentimental so her jewelry are family heirlooms and she keeps these clothes for so long that her grandkids want to borrow them cause vintage clothes are really cool now.

So this was my last outfit layout for encanto and i think my favorite one. i’m really into this style and colors and silhouettes. plus i am v biased cause i love abuela she is one of the most nuanced and interesting disney characters i’ve seen in a long time. just the thought of the dos orugitas scene makes me ugly cry (i think encanto is a shoo in for best animated pic at the oscars and dos oruguitas hopefully for best original song). I really liked this movie and i hope the fandom keeps growing and i hope you guys liked these dumb headcanons lol.

#encanto #abuela #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto headcanons #encanto au #encanto modern au #encanto tiktok au #floral aesthetic #romantic aesthetic #pedro madrigal #rip #dos oruguitas #mirabel madrigal #ootdinspiration #outfit layout

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Leaving Him, Finding Her

Professor! Aizawa Shouta x Fem! Student! Reader

College AU

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 please make your way to the nearest exit, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.

Warnings: smutty smut, HEAVY DADDY KINK, DD/LG dynamic, Daddy Dom Aizawa, complete sub reader, a temporary collar cuz I have a thing for collars (don’t come @ me, a real collar was too big a commitment to put in a forbidden hookup), praise kink in here, light oral (female receiving), bondage, shibari, unprotected sex, Aizawa being softer than a baby’s bottom, angst, fluff

Word count: 4.6 k

Author’s Note: Alright, ngl I cried writing the end to this cause I’m a little bitch when it comes to the softness after angst. Like, the only thing that makes me cry more than a sad ending is a happy one, and writing these scenes as they pley out is making me absolutely fucking weak. Also, my daddy and praise kinks are beaming, and so is my absolute love for aftercare. I’m lowkey super proud of this one, I’m a sucker for soft doms.

Update: I'm editing it. Timestamp: 3:23 am Fri, May 14. (Very minimal) Editing completed: 4:20 am Fri, May 14.

Enjoy the read~

He's beautiful. Ruggedly handsome in every way. Long, wavy, raven locks pulled into a slightly messy bun, revealing the scruff kept just barely tame on his strong jawline and chin. The dark circles under obsidian bloodshot eyes did nothing to steal from his allure. The scar under his eye and a frame too muscular for a simple college professor made you wonder what he’d done before lecturing in your physics class. It also had you wondering other things.

‘(y/l/n)’

What exactly did all that muscle look like? What did it feel like? Running your fingers down his neck and chest, trailing down his abdomen. Or crawling your hands up his legs, caressing his thick, muscled thighs. At night your thoughts ran rampant with images of your physics professor. A very naked professor, to be specific. And you had a title for him that you’d never want to reveal outside of your dorm bedroom.

‘Miss (y/l/n)’

What did he look like under the white dress shirt that was just slightly tight over his chest? And his pants that were fitted perfectly around his thick legs. You're experienced enough to know how submissive you are, and you wonder if he’d be a good dom, wonder if you could be a good enough sub for him. What did it feel like to have him bend you over his desk? Or tie you up as he ravaged your body? What did it feel like to let him have his way with you, to give him control…

“Miss (y/l/n)!”

You jump, immediately snapped back to reality, and recognize who had called your name. Your words came tumbling out without a second thought.

“Yes da-” you catch yourself, “Mr. Aizawa!... Yes, Mr. Aizawa?” Your face burned and your eyes shot wide at the fact that you’d nearly just called him the title from your fantasies. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and neither did any of your other classmates.

“If you aren’t paying attention perhaps the material is not challenging enough for you?” You swallow and shake your head.

“No, sir! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! I’ll be more attentive.” He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been distracted during class. See me during office hours.”

With that he continued with the lecture on centripetal force. You groan inwardly, though you only have yourself to blame.

Your grades hadn’t slipped, even if you were zoning out in class. Mr. Aizawa hit the nail on the head when he asked if the material wasn’t difficult enough for you. You’d studied physics before, it was simple for you, and you only needed to ask for notes from your classmates to be sure you did the work the way your professor wanted it to be done. The only reason you’d been enrolled in the class was because it was a requirement, and it was your last year so you had to take it. If it weren’t for your smoking hot professor you’d have hated every second you needed to sit in the lecture hall. He released the class, and you quickly packed up and left, not seeing the darkness in your professor’s eyes as he watched you leave.

It's dark by the time you still back onto campus, Mr. Aizawa’s office hours are strangely extremely late. There's no movement in the dark hallways, the only light coming from underneath Mr. Aizawa’s office door as you approach. The fact that the institution is large enough to give every teacher their own office is beginning to bother you, your overactive imagination getting the better of you.

After a breath, you knock lightly, answered by a muffled, 'Come in'. Another breath. You twist the handle and step into the office, and the man mumbles, 'Close the door behind you please'. You oblige, though your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You wanted to see me, professor?” He hums, eyes flicking up to you as he sets a red pen down on the desk.

“Yes, miss (y/l/n). You haven’t been paying attention in my lectures.” You look down at your hands clasped in front of you, nerves and shame beginning to eat at your resolve.

“I apologize, I’ve been tired lately,” you lie, sticking with your story from earlier.

“And yet you have one of the highest grades in the class.” You keep your eyes glued to your hands, which are now fidgeting nervously. The silence is beginning to nag at your mind, your nerves buzzing.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Your eyes widen momentarily, then you force a confused expression as you look up at your professor.

“I’m not sure what you mean…” He leans forward in his chair, his elbows holding his weight on his desk.

“I mean I think you’re distracted for other reasons. If you were struggling to sleep it would be evident. I’m a prime example,” he motions to his face. You bite the inside of your lip, your heart thumping loud in your ears.

“W-what other reasons would I be distracted?” He stands up and slowly makes his way around his desk, stopping mere inches in front of you. The close proximity has your breath shallowing and your heart pounding. You keep your eyes locked onto his, something akin to fear - no, maybe it's closer to obedience - not letting you look away. He narrows his eyes at you, a skeptical but knowing look.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that little title you let slip in class earlier.” Your eyes blow wide, your breath hitching in your throat. He walked to the door, locked it and walked back to you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I d-don’t…” Your words fall short when he leans down, his breath hot on your ear and neck.

“Don’t lie. What was it you almost called me?” Your body shook, your breaths jagged, but you don't answer. At your silence, he nearly growled in your ear. His left arm snakes around your waist, pulling your body into his. His right hand comes up under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Answer me, kitten.” The commanding tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You take a small breath before closing your eyes and answering.

“D-daddy. I...almost called you daddy.” He hums, the sound rumbling through your body.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” You obey nearly instantly, swallowing as you meet his gaze. He let out a small sigh, words ghosted from his lips.

“Good girl.” The praise makes your entire body shudder, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Now, tell me why you would call your professor ‘daddy’ so automatically.” You felt your face burn, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins.

“I… I think about you… at night…” He tilts his head and quirks a brow, urging you to continue. Your voice is shaky, your eyes struggling to keep eye contact as you reveal your darkest secrets to the man at the center of them.

“I call you daddy when I’m alone in bed…”

“Or when you’re in the middle of a lecture.” You bite your bottom lip and nod as he finishes your sentence.

“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you. What should you say when you do something wrong?” You swallow thickly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” His hand under your jaw turns and grips it hard, just enough to make you wince.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes widen and your jaw quivers. Is he asking what you think he is?

“I-I’m sorry… Daddy." His grip on your jaw loosens as he turns your face to the side, leaning in and leaving a kiss under your ear.

“That's right. Such a good girl.” Your body shakes again, the feeling of his scruff on your cheek, his lips on your skin, and his voice in your ear, making your body react on its own.

“Do you have classes tomorrow, kitten?” You search your brain for the information he’s asking for, closing your eyes in concentration. After a few moments, you find the answer.

“N-no…” He pulls completely away from you, moving behind his desk and leaving you dazed. You watch, your body still recovering from whatever just happened, as he gathers his belongings. He holds the door open, turning to you.

“Come now kitten.” You blink at him, your mind trying to make sense of the situation. You follow him anyway, letting your body move on its own.

He’s a few steps ahead of you, and you follow him as he walks to his car, opening the passenger door. You get in, not quite able to question what’s happening, but trusting the man regardless. Soon the car pulls into a driveway, and you get out and follow the black haired man into the house, still dazed. His voice brings your attention to him, his hand under your chin again.

“Do you want this, kitten?” You nod.

“Use your voice, pretty girl.” God, hearing the praise is making your head spin.

“Yes. I want you Daddy.” His thumb strokes your cheek idly, grounding you in the moment.

“Good girl. Do you know what a safeword is?” You nod, the concept is more than familiar.

“Yes Daddy.”

“Do you have one?” Another nod.

“Gemini.” His hand lifts your chin gently as he leans down and slots his lips against yours. Your body relaxes, sinking into the kiss, focused on the sensations of his touch. His lips are soft, gentle, and his hands smooth down your back, landing on your hips.

He separates from you, looking down at your half-lidded eyes and blissed out state. You're already slipping into subspace. Your mind is floating, wanting to zero in on something. Anything. Your eyes aren’t quite focused, searching Aizawa’s face for a focal point. He recognizes that look. You need a platform to stand on, an anchor, and you need it desperately. He grabs your wrist and pulls you along behind him. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a small, but sturdy, black fabric choker. A play collar. Moving behind you, he loops it around you and clasped it at the back of your neck. When it's secure, he quickly moves in front of you and loops his finger under the material, giving a gentle tug. You shudder and take a deep breath, your eyes fluttering closed. It was enough. He hums, stroking your cheek gently.

“Is that better kitty?” You open your eyes to look up into his, and he swears there are hearts shining in them.

“Yes. Thank you daddy.” He pulls you into another kiss, this one more passionate. When his tongue licked at your lips you let your mouth fall open, his tongue searching the wet cavern fervently. He pulls away and tugs your sweater up over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room, doing the same with your bra. With your top half bare he pushes you backward until your knees hit the bed and you fall onto it. He leans over you, leaving soft kisses along your collarbones as he removes your jeans and panties.

Completely naked, he lets his eyes rake over your form laid out in front of him. A small, elated sigh rolls from his lips.

“So pretty, kitten.” Your eyes flutter closed from the praise.

“Thank you Daddy.” Aizawa groans and leans down to kiss and lick at your neck, letting his hands smooth over your hips and legs.

“Such a good girl. So obedient for Daddy.” He feels your body shiver beneath his fingers from that bit of praise. Getting up off the bed he reaches into a different drawer, pulling out three bundles of rope. Turning back to you, he gives a command.

“Middle of the bed, kitten. On your back, arms up.” At the order, you move, getting into the position he specified.

He crawls over and begins to tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard, the rope secure, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. When he’s done with your wrists, he moves down to your legs. One by one, he lifts them and bends them at the knee, tying your ankle to your upper thigh, and spiraling the rope up to your knee, tying knots down one side and up the other in a beautiful leg tie. Finished with his task, he leans back to admire his work. You’re nearly purring. You know how much you love being restrained, and this man had made you into an artwork, laying out for his eyes, completely at his mercy. He can see the doe-eyes you're giving him, see how still you're being, how trusting you are of him to take care of you. And he loves it.

He moves between your legs, you automatically spread them to give him room, and he leans over, whispering against your lips.

“Such a good girl for me,” before giving you a soft kiss.

“Stay still for me, pretty thing.” He gets off the bed and swiftly undresses, returning to you. You sigh out, elated as your eyes trace down his toned body, drinking in the sight of thick corded muscle rippling under scarred skin. Your gaze lands on his already erect member, thick and long, a prominent vein running underneath. You’d imagined what he could look like, but reality far outshone your imagination. The sheer awe shone through in your voice.

“You’re beautiful.” His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your words. Leaning down, he kisses your neck sweetly.

“Thank you kitten. Now let me take care of you.” Back between your legs, he sits on his knees and kneads your breasts in his hands, pulling and tweaking your already hardened nipples, making you mewl. Your skin feels hot at his touch, your body relishing in the pleasure his fingers give you. He leans down and takes a bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking it before pulling off with a small pop and moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. Rough hands grope and knead down your body, giving appreciative squeezes at your hips, before smoothing his palms down your pelvis. He sits back on his heels and gazes at your glistening pussy, already dripping with arousal. Swiping a finger up your slit, he gathers the slick there and brings it up to his lips, sucking your juices off his finger with a groan.

“You taste so sweet kitty.” You respond with a mewl and another ‘thank you’. He takes his finger and slides it into your heat, and you sigh at the sensation as he pumps it slowly, before adding a second finger. The stretch is wonderful, and he begins to curl and scissor his fingers, searching. You let out a small moan and your back arches slightly off the bed when his fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you.

“There it is. Does that feel good kitty?” You nod, floating on bliss.

“Yes, Daddy, it feels good.” He hums and returns his attention back to the task at hand, increasing his pace as he pumps his fingers. His other hand comes up to your pelvis, and his mouth latches onto your clit. The stimulation has you gasping and squirming under his ministrations, and the hand on your pelvis holds you still.

He slips his fingers out and holds them to your lips, and you open your mouth to suck your essence off of them.

You can feel the coil in your belly tighten, winding up as Aizawa hits all the right spots inside you that has you softly moaning and straining against your bindings. Your wet walls are fluttering around his fingers, his tongue lashing at your puffy nub.

“I can feel you. Cum for me kitty.” He reattaches his mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, his fingers digging into that soft patch inside you, and your walls clamp down as you come apart, the muscles in your abdomen tensing and arching your back off the bed. Aizawa releases your clit, but keeps pumping his fingers, letting you ride out your high.

“Such a good girl, kitty.” He pulls your hips up onto his knees as he rubs his painfully hard cock up and down your core, gathering the slick on his shaft. You desperately want to feel him inside you, but you still yourself and hold back your begging mewls. Your resilience and need to be obedient and good for him makes Aizawa groan.

“I want to hear you, kitten. Every sound you need to make, I want to hear it.” He lines himself up with your slicked hole as you nod. With that he pushes his cock into you, and you mewl out at the delicious stretch he’s giving you. You’re both panting as he bottoms out inside you and holds still, allowing you to adjust to him.

“You’re so tight babygirl. Feels so good inside you.” He grips your hips and begins a slow pace, grinding into you, making you moan and squirm, but it’s not enough.

“Please Daddy, harder, please.” The near growl that escapes him has you reeling.

“Since you asked so nicely, kitten.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming into you and setting a brutal pace, and you’re moaning out loud, your voice a sinful melody in Aizawa’s ears. Your limbs are struggling against the restraints, tugging and flexing hard. Before you know it, that coil is tightening again, pulling taut in the pit of your stomach, searing white hot pleasure pooling like magma. Your walls are fluttering again, and Aizawa reaches down to rub tight circles onto your clit, urging you to come undone. He’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, and as you feel yourself coming to that edge his hips begin to stutter, making known he’s close too. He angles his hips and ruts into you, hitting your g-spot mercilessly, and you’re pushed off the edge, moaning loud, toes curling, cumming hard and clamping down on his cock. A few more strokes, and he pulls out as he’s cumming, covering your chest and belly in his hot, thick cum.

You’re both panting as you come down from your highs, exhausted and spent. After a few minutes, Aizawa gets up and disappears behind a door, returning with a damp washcloth. He cleans his cum off of you and tosses the cloth into a hamper, before beginning to untie your legs. Once they’re both free, he slowly pulls them out and massages them, relieving the slightly cramped muscles, and you’re sighing gratefully as the tension in your body is released. He does the same with your arms as you lay there, your body weak. When he’s done, he puts a palm on your cheek, and you nuzzle into his touch, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“How are you feeling kitty?” You let the tears fall, the intensity of the night beginning to take a toll on your mind. He pulls your body into him, cradling you as you cry quietly, letting you ride out the emotions.

He rocks you in his arms, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering praises into your ear, until your cries subside into small hiccups. He leans back and looks down at you, nuzzling into his chest.

“You okay, (y/n)?” You nod and take deep breaths, relaxing in his arms.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hums and lifts you off the bed, carrying you into the bathroom. He plugs the drain and turns the handle, letting the tub fill with warm water. As it fills, he holds you close and places soft kisses on your face and lips, showering you with affection. When the tub is full he turns off the tap and sinks down into the water, your back to his chest, and the warm water soothes your aching body. Aizawa grabs the soap and washes you, massaging you as he goes. He scrubs shampoo into your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp making you hum appreciatively. He washes himself, then drains the tub and turns on the shower head to rinse the both of you.

When you’re all rinsed, he steps out and dries himself with a towel, before helping you out and wrapping you with a fluffy towel of your own. Dried off, you leave the towel on the counter, and Aizawa scoops you up again and lays you down on the bed. He disappears again for a minute, and reappears with a glass of ice water, giving it to you to drink and climbing into bed.

When you finish sipping at the water, you leave it on the bedside table. Before you can move to get your clothes back on, Aizawa pulls you back into his chest, spooning you with his warm body.

“Sleep,” he grunts into your ear. You're too tired to argue, so you relax in his hold and let the blackness take over your mind.

You wake up in your professor’s arms. You turn to look at him, admiring his sleeping face. His voice startles you.

“It’s not very polite to stare.” Your face heats a little and you look away, suddenly shy.

“S-sorry.” He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck.

“It’s alright.” You sigh at the realization that this is going to end, that it has to end. You can’t share a bed with this man while you're his student, it could ruin both of you, moreso him. So you begin to move out of his arms, but he holds you tighter.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You sigh, a tired, sad sound.

“This can’t continue, Mr. - ”

“Shouta.” You blink.

“What?” He grunts, clearly unbothered.

“Call me Shouta.” You swallow down the lump in your throat.

“Shouta...this…can’t become a thing. You know that.” You can feel his breath on your neck as he sighs, and he releases you from his hold. Silently, you dress yourself. You dare to take a look back at him before you leave.

“Thank you, Shouta. I wish things were a little bit different.” He nods, whether in agreement or understanding you aren't sure.

“I’ll see you in class in a few days, (y/n).” You give a soft smile, and leave.

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The few months before graduation were agonizing. Having to see Shouta three times a week drove you absolutely mad, and when you finally graduated you were almost happy that you didn’t have to see him again. But it was just as painful not seeing him. Your mind was riddled with the dark haired man for months after graduating. You’d lay awake at night wondering if you made the right choice, wondering if somehow you two could have met more often and kept the rendezvous a secret. Often you found yourself letting a few stray tears fall, wishing you’d been able to stay in bed with Shouta longer that morning. You were miserable. And you knew it was because even if the only intimacy you’d shared was the best sex you ever had, you had fallen madly, hilariously in love with your college physics professor.

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Shouta stared up at his ceiling for what felt like the millionth time. His mind is on you. Always you. After you graduated, he knew he’d never see you again. And it killed him. Nearly 6 months had gone by, and he's still stuck on you, on your body. On your obedience. On your beautiful face sitting in his lecture hall. He’d seen you on the first day, and he was entranced by you nearly instantly. You were extremely smart, and he loved that. But he was a professional, a professor. Your professor. And you were his student. So he buried that attraction he felt and made sure to never let you see how much he wanted you. He only noticed you dazing off during class because he’d glance at you more often than he’d like to admit. He let it go, simply because your grades remained high. But that day he just happened to ask the class a question, and when nobody answered, he went to you because he knew how intelligent you were.

But when your words slipped from your mouth, something in him snapped. He knew there were very few explanations for you to use that title, all of them being you were thinking of someone using it. And by the near instant speed of your response, he could guess who was on your mind. That night was pure bliss. He loved every moment, and never regretted it. Even as you thanked him and walked out of his house, even knowing he may never get to spend another night with you, he didn’t regret anything. He let you walk away because that was the best thing to do. After you graduated, he could approach you again, and he’d get you back. But he couldn’t find you.

In the time since graduation he’d told his best friend and fellow professor Hizashi Yamada about the complex situation. Hizashi felt for him, knowing when Shouta fell, he fell hard, and the situation is a bad one. He was never judgemental, as he’d had his fair share of forbidden romances. The blonde would visit him in class often, bringing a fresh cup of coffee for his sulking friend. The loss was affecting him more than he liked to admit, and his sleeping habits were bad enough as it is. Hizashi’s visits were always welcome, and a nice distraction, even if they were short. But he was still hooked on you.

He's sick of feeling so defeated. He's tired of feeling so lovesick. He needs a distraction. He needs coffee. He got up and showered, and got ready to drive to the nearest cafe a mile down the road. As he stood in line to order his coffee, he let his eyes wander the cafe, drinking in the soft pastel colors on the walls. It reminds him of you. You’d always wear pastel sweaters. Once again, his mind drifted and landed on you.

And so did his eyes.

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You had a day off work today. Deciding you didn’t want to sit around the house and sulk like you usually do, you took a shower, got dressed, grabbed your keys, wallet, phone, and a book to read, and headed to the cafe on the corner two blocks from your apartment. Sitting in the plush seat of the booth with your hot mocha latte, you cracked the book open and dove in. You got lost in the words on the pages, your mind living in the adventure written in black ink. You were ripped from your imagination when a deep voice interrupted you.

“Do you mind if I join you, kitten?” Your eyes froze on the page, jaw clenched, heart beating out of your chest. You tore your eyes from the book and looked up at none other than Shouta Aizawa.

You haven’t seen him in almost 6 months, and the man still plagued your thoughts. But the sheer joy you felt seeing him overtook you as tears fell from your eyes. Not even a moment later, you leapt from your seat and threw your arms around his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight, afraid you’d slip from him again. You cry softly into his shoulder, letting yourself enjoy the moment with the man you know you love. You can’t help the words coming out of your mouth.

“I missed you so much, Shouta. I couldn’t stand not seeing you.” Somehow, he holds you tighter.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He reaches a hand up to pet your hair as he leans back, his dark eyes peering deep into your own.

“I’m here now. And you’re not my student anymore. So if you’d let me, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You freeze in place and look up at him, shocked at what you're hearing. You don’t know if he loves you the way you do him, but in this moment you know he has very real feelings for you. Like it's instinct, you lean in and kiss him passionately, letting your tears wash away the pain you felt ever since you left him that morning. When you broke away you were both breathless, and you nod your head frantically.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Shouta.” A genuine smile spreads across his face, a clear show of his happiness.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” You nod again, and grab your book and phone and follow him out to his car.

This time, you had no reason to leave.

This time, he had no reason to let you go.

This time, you’d stay.

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