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movingmusically · 7 months ago

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Caught Feeling: Pages and Promises - One Shot

Author’s Note:

I saw these set photos today and kind of lost my mind. Just smut, I know others have done it better, but it seems now I’ve started writing I can’t stop… so here you go!

Word Count: 8,548

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The book had a chokehold on me. From the moment I’d picked it up, I hadn’t been able to stop reading, completely immersed in the characters’ world and their sizzling, almost unbearable chemistry. Hours had passed with me curled up on the couch, my legs tucked under me, and my breath hitching at every intense scene.

Hank had been observing me from his usual spot, a bemused smile playing on his lips. He couldn’t seem to help himself. Eventually, he ambled over and dropped down at the other end of the couch, giving me a once-over.

“You’ve been in the same spot for hours,” he teased, his voice deep and full of warmth. “I swear, I could’ve set the apartment on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed.”

I laughed, hugging the book closer to my chest. “It’s just really good,” I defended, glancing at him with a grin. “You’d understand if you were reading it.”

His eyebrows rose, and the curiosity in his expression sharpened. “Want to put that to the test?” He held out his hand. “Hand it over. I’ll read to you.”

I stared at him, momentarily caught off guard. “You’re serious?” I asked, even though the idea made my heart race.

He smirked. “Of course. What, you don’t think I can handle your little romance novel?” The challenge glinted in his eyes, and it was too tempting to resist.

With a huff of amusement, I handed the book over. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said, shifting around so I was lying down, my head propped at the opposite end of the couch, my feet resting in his lap. The position was comfortable, but there was a dangerous thrill in the way he settled his hand on my ankle, a casual touch that made my skin feel hot.

Hank cleared his throat, opening to the bookmarked page. “Alright,” he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, soothing register that always made me feel like I was floating. “Let’s see what’s got you so hooked.”

He began to read, and I immediately regretted—no, relished—my decision. The sound of his voice rolling over the words was intoxicating. Every sentence took on a new weight, dripping with a sensual undertone that was definitely not present when I read silently. My heart pounded faster, and I felt my whole body start to respond.

“You know,” I teased, half-joking but entirely sincere, “you really should consider a career narrating audiobooks. You’re too good at this.”

He chuckled, a rumble that made my toes curl. “I’ll add it to my list of backup plans,” he said, and his thumb brushed gently over my ankle, a movement so subtle and casual yet unbearably intimate.

I closed my eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over me. The scene he read was a turning point, where the main characters finally gave in to the undeniable attraction that had been crackling between them. I was fully absorbed, both in the story and in how Hank’s voice grew huskier as he read, his breath hitching at certain words.

“Her pulse thundered under his lips,” he read, his voice a low murmur that made my own pulse jump. “His hands mapped her body like he was memorising every curve, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.”

There was a beat of silence as he hesitated, and I glanced up to see his cheeks flushing slightly, his grip tightening on the book. “Want me to skip this part?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice, but I could hear the nervousness there too.

I grinned, biting my lip. “Absolutely not,” I replied, though my voice was breathier than I’d intended. “Keep going.”

He took a shaky breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he forced himself to continue. “She arched into him, her skin hot and her breath coming out in ragged gasps, the feel of him making her dizzy with want…”

He read, his voice low and rich, and I couldn’t ignore the way it seemed to caress every syllable, each word sinking into my skin and setting it ablaze. My whole body was buzzing with a restless energy, a heat that pooled between my thighs and made my breath catch. I could feel how tightly wound I’d become, my senses honed in on every tiny detail: the way Hank’s fingers flexed slightly around the book, the way his breathing grew a fraction heavier as he spoke, the tension in his shoulders that mirrored the tension humming through me.

The thought of what I was about to do sent a thrill through me, a heady mix of anticipation and nervous excitement. I knew he could see me, that he could watch every little reaction, and the idea made my pulse race even faster. My heart thumped in my chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how he’d respond, if he’d be as affected as I was. The risk, the vulnerability, the delicious ache of wanting to be seen—it all heightened the thrill.

With my decision made, I let my hands wander, slowly and deliberately, over my stomach and down to the waistband of my shorts, my movements unhurried but full of purpose. Anticipation crackled through me, and when my fingers slipped beneath the fabric, I let out a soft, involuntary sigh, the sensation magnified by the intensity of the moment.

Hank’s voice stumbled, and his eyes snapped to where my hand was moving beneath my shorts. His pupils dilated, and he let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling faster. He kept reading, but his voice had thickened, and I could see how much effort it was taking him to focus on the words.

“Her nails raked down his back,” he read, the tension evident in his voice. “His name fell from her lips, a desperate, breathless plea…”

My own breath came out in gasps, and I knew he could see how much I was enjoying this. My other hand slid up to tug at my top, exposing more skin, and I arched my back, moaning softly. The teasing, the display—I wanted him to see everything.

Hank’s hand on my ankle tightened, and he leaned forward, the book slipping from his grasp. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice breaking. His gaze was ravenous, and he looked like he was about to crawl over and join me, his desire barely restrained.

But I wasn’t ready to let him have his way. When he shifted forward, I pressed my foot against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes widened, and a groan rumbled out of him, his self-control hanging by a thread.

“No,” I commanded, my voice husky, but firm. I spread my legs wider, the invitation undeniable, but I kept him in place. “You have to finish reading.”

He swallowed hard, his hands shaking as he picked up the book again. His eyes never left mine, full of heat and hunger, and the struggle to obey was clear on his face. “You’re—” He stopped himself, the words catching in his throat. Instead, he took a steadying breath and tried to continue, his voice rough.

I let my fingers move against myself, the wet heat only intensifying as I kept teasing him with my foot, pressing into the growing bulge straining against his pants. The moans that slipped from my lips were shameless, and I could see the way his hands clenched the book, his knuckles white with tension.

Hank’s voice was ragged as he whispered, “Please baby,” and it sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me. The desperation in his tone, the way his eyes clung to every inch of exposed skin—it made me feel powerful, in control, and I wasn’t ready to give that up just yet.

Slowly, I lifted my hips off the couch and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slid them down my legs, letting them drop to the floor. The cool air kissed my bare skin, and I spread my thighs wider, leaving nothing to his imagination. I was exposed and aching, my arousal slick and glistening in the dim light of the room.

Hank’s breath hitched, and he looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind. His eyes roamed hungrily over my body, lingering where I was wet and needy. His grip on the book was so tight that his hands were trembling, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Keep reading,” I ordered, my voice dripping with command, and the way he struggled to obey only made my desire burn even fiercer, every pulse of heat pooling low in my belly.

He managed to find his place in the book, but his voice was hoarse, full of raw need as he read the next line. “Her thighs trembled as his mouth moved lower,” he read, his words faltering as he watched me touch myself. “Her breath came in gasps, and she couldn’t… couldn’t stop…”

I let my fingers tease over my sensitive folds, slick and warm, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. The sound sent a shiver through him, and he let out a strangled noise, his eyes glued to every movement of my hand. I could feel how wet I was, how each brush of my fingers sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

He cursed under his breath, the sound desperate, his face twisted in frustration. “You’re torturing me,” he choked out, his voice so thick with need that it made my own core clench in response.

“Hank,” I murmured, dragging out his name like a taunt, and he groaned, shifting uncomfortably as the bulge in his pants strained harder. “Don’t stop,” I teased, pressing my foot against his chest again, keeping him in place. “Not yet.”

The challenge in my voice made him clench his jaw, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants. His eyes never left me, watching every flick of my fingers, every arch of my hips, and I could feel how close I was, how every stroke of pleasure was pushing me closer to the edge.

“Keep reading,” I commanded, my voice cracking slightly as pleasure coursed through me, and his gaze flicked down to the book, though I could see how difficult it was for him to tear his eyes away from me.

He forced himself to keep reading, his voice thick with raw need. The words poured from his lips, describing pleasure and release in a way that made the ache between my legs pulse with even more intensity. His voice washed over me, each syllable winding the tension tighter, and it was like he was guiding me to the brink.

I arched my back, my fingers dipping deeper, and my moans grew louder, unrestrained. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending crackling with the pleasure that built and built, and knowing he had to sit there and watch made it all the more intoxicating. I pressed my foot lower, over his chest and down to his stomach, teasing him with the lightest touch as I rocked my hips into my own hand.

“God, please,” he begged again, his voice breaking, and I could see the way his whole body was trembling, his muscles taut and strained.

The control I had over him was thrilling, and I loved seeing him like this, brought to his knees by the sight of me. But the truth was, I was losing my own composure, the need for him becoming overwhelming. His eyes darkened, full of raw desire, and I knew he was barely holding himself back, his restraint fraying with every passing second.

I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “Do you like watching me?” I asked, my voice a seductive whisper. “Do you like seeing what you do to me?”

His eyes locked on mine, and the desperation in his gaze was almost too much to handle. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice wrecked. “God, yes.”

I arched my back slightly, giving him an even better view, and he looked like he was barely holding it together. His pupils blown wide with desire, and it was intoxicating to see him so undone, so completely at my mercy.

“Please, baby,” he whispered, his voice cracking on the plea, and the sound sent another thrill racing through me. I pressed my foot more firmly against the hardness straining beneath his pants, and his whole body shuddered, his head falling back as he let out a tortured groan.

“Not yet,” I whispered, even as my body was crying out for him. “You’re going to wait until I say so.”

He clenched his jaw, his voice fraying as he choked out, “I can’t take this much longer.” The sheer desperation in his eyes made my heart race, and I relished the way he was teetering on the edge, barely holding himself together.

The tension between us was electric, a charged wire that had been building and sparking all evening. I let my touch become more deliberate, my breath coming out in ragged gasps, and Hank’s eyes darkened further, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the book like it was his only anchor.

As he spoke, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body arched off the couch, every nerve alight with sensation, and I shuddered as the pleasure coursed through me in wave after dizzying wave. I cried out, my fingers gripping the cushions, completely undone under his hungry gaze.

Hank’s voice faltered, the book slipping from his hands as he watched me come apart, his breathing ragged. The look on his face was wild, a perfect blend of awe and barely restrained desire. He leaned forward, desperation evident, but I wasn’t ready to let him break just yet.

I sat up, biting my lip, savouring the power I held over him. “You’ve been so good for me,” I whispered, dragging my foot teasingly over his lap, feeling him twitch beneath me. The tension was almost unbearable, the anticipation crackling between us, and I could see how close he was to breaking.

I paused for a moment, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation, my heart pounding at how far I was pushing things. “You’re okay with this, right?” I asked, my voice a little softer, just to make sure. “Me making you wait, making you watch…”

Hank’s gaze was dark, blown wide with desire, but he nodded immediately, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Fuck, yes,” he said, the rawness in his voice making heat pool even deeper in my belly. “It’s so hot, baby. I’ve never wanted you more.”

A shiver of satisfaction ran through me at his words, and I felt my confidence surge. The way he was looking at me, like he’d do anything I asked, made me feel powerful, and I wanted to see how far I could take him. “Good,” I murmured, letting my hands slide down his chest, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. “Because I love seeing you like this. So desperate… so needy.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the couch, and I could see the way he was barely holding it together, his body strung tight with anticipation. The sight of him so undone, so completely at my mercy, sent a thrill through me, and I decided to give him a little more, but still on my terms.

I guided his hand to my waist, feeling the heat of his palm against my skin. “You can touch me,” I said, my voice a breathy command. “But only where I tell you.”

His eyes snapped open, filled with a renewed intensity, and he didn’t waste a second. His fingers flexed on my waist, stroking up and down my side, and the gentleness of his touch sent a rush of warmth through me. But he kept his eyes locked on mine, waiting for more direction, and I could see how much he was restraining himself, holding back for me.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, and he surged forward, his mouth capturing mine with a hunger that made me shiver. His kiss was all-consuming, full of longing and need, and I melted into him, letting myself get lost in the heat of it. But when his free hand started to drift lower, I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to stop him.

“Just your mouth,” I reminded him, my voice still firm, though I could feel my own control slipping. “Remember, I’m the one in charge.”

Hank let out a tortured groan, but he nodded, his gaze full of pleading. “I know,” he said, his voice wrecked. “God, I know.”

I felt a wicked grin spread across my face, loving the way he was falling apart for me, but the truth was, I was unraveling just as quickly. The way he looked at me, the way he trembled with the need to touch more, was driving me wild, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I gave in completely.

His lips found my neck, and I tilted my head back, a sigh escaping me as he kissed and nipped at my skin. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure dancing over my nerves, and I let him explore there, his mouth hot and insistent. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, but I still maintained control, deciding how far he could go.

He kept his kisses focused where I allowed, though I could feel the desperation radiating off him, the way his body tensed every time he tried to move further. It was a delicious game, one that had us both on the edge, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Tell me what to do,” he begged, his voice cracking on the words, and I felt my heart stutter at how vulnerable he sounded, how willing he was to give himself over to me.

“Take off my top,” I commanded, my voice husky and full of need. His eyes darkened even more, and he wasted no time, his hands trembling slightly as he grasped the hem of my tank top. He pulled it up and over my head, the cool air kissing my newly exposed skin, and I watched the way his gaze devoured every inch of me.

I could see how much he wanted to touch, to feel, but he held back, waiting for my permission. The sight of his restraint, the way he was barely keeping himself in check, sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.

I shifted forward, slowly crawling onto his lap, straddling his thighs and feeling the hard press of him beneath me. The way his eyes widened, his breath hitching as I settled over him, sent a thrill through me, and I could feel the heat between us growing, nearly suffocating in its intensity. His hands hovered in the air like he was dying to reach out and touch me, but he held himself back, waiting, his restraint teetering on the edge.

His gaze locked onto mine, dark and desperate, and I couldn’t help the way my body responded to the power I held over him. The anticipation was electric, winding us both tighter with every heartbeat.

I reached out to him, my fingers brushing over his chest, teasing at the hem of his shirt. The contact made him shiver, and I felt a grin spreading across my face as I began to slide the fabric up, revealing the toned lines of his stomach inch by inch. But before I could get far, his hands found their way to my hips, squeezing gently as if he couldn’t resist anymore.

I stopped immediately, pulling back and narrowing my eyes at him. “Ah, ah,” I chastised, my voice dripping with teasing authority. “I didn’t say you could touch.”

He let out a strangled groan, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he forced himself to let go. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice full of frustration and need. “I’m sorry.”

I tilted my head, considering him, loving the way he was coming undone for me. “You have to be patient,” I said, my own voice wavering slightly from how much I wanted him. “If you’re good, I’ll let you touch. But only if you listen.”

He nodded, his eyes wide and desperate. “I’ll be good,” he promised, his voice breaking on the words. “Please, baby, tell me what you want.”

The power I had over him, the way he was at my mercy, made me feel heady and bold. I reached for the hem of his shirt again, this time pulling it off completely and letting my hands roam over his bare skin. The heat radiating off him, the way his muscles tensed under my touch, only made me crave him more, but I was determined to stay in control.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” I warned, and he bit his lip, doing his best to obey even though it was clearly killing him.

I took my time running my hands over his chest, feeling the way his muscles tightened beneath my touch. His breathing was ragged, his whole body trembling as he tried to stay still, and it only made me want to push him further, to see how much he could take. Slowly, I trailed my fingertips lower, tracing the line of his abdomen until I reached the waistband of his pants.

With deliberate slowness, I undid the button and pulled down the zipper, watching as his chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. He looked like he was barely holding himself together, and the desperation in his eyes was heady, intoxicating. I slid my hands under the waistband of his pants, inching them down his hips just enough to give myself access, but I kept my eyes locked on his, making sure he was still at my mercy.

Hank’s head fell back against the couch, his mouth falling open as he struggled to control himself. The sight of him so wrecked, so undone, made the heat inside me burn even fiercer, and I couldn’t resist teasing him more. I let my fingers ghost over the hardness straining against his boxers, a feather-light touch that made him curse under his breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and I could see the tension in his jaw, the way he was barely keeping himself from reaching out and taking control. But then, unable to hold back any longer, his hands found their way to my waist, squeezing gently as he pulled me closer, desperate for more.

I immediately froze, pulling my hands away and sitting back on my heels. “Did I say you could touch?” I challenged, my voice dripping with authority, and his eyes snapped open, full of regret and frustration.

“I—no,” he stammered, his hands retreating as quickly as they had moved, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

I tilted my head, feigning contemplation. “I don’t know if I believe you,” I teased, my lips curving into a grin. “If you really want me to keep going, you’ll have to prove you can follow directions.”

He let out a strangled groan, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he forced himself to stay still. “I’ll be good,” he promised, his voice raw and pleading. “Please, baby, I’ll do whatever you say.”

I arched an eyebrow, loving the way he was completely at my mercy. “Then don’t move unless I tell you to,” I ordered, my voice steady even though my own desire was burning hot.

He nodded, swallowing hard, his gaze locked on mine. “I won’t,” he swore, his eyes full of longing. “I promise.”

Satisfied, I slid his pants and boxers lower, exposing him completely, and the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched, was intoxicating. I wrapped my hand around him, moving slowly, deliberately, and he bit his lip, his hips trembling with the effort to stay still.

But again, his hand twitched, reaching out to touch me, and I stopped, pulling back and narrowing my eyes at him. “What did I just say?” I demanded, and the look on his face was a perfect mix of agony and submission.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I can’t help it.”

I leaned in close, my breath brushing over his ear. “You have to,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Or I’ll stop. Completely.”

Hank shivered beneath me, his eyes wide and full of regret, but I could see how badly he wanted this, how much he was willing to give up control. He swallowed hard, his voice coming out hoarse. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his gaze searching mine. “Please… don’t stop.”

I studied him for a moment, loving the way he was trembling with anticipation. “You broke your promise,” I said, my voice teasing yet firm. “And you know what that means, don’t you?”

His breath hitched, his pupils blown wide with desire. “What… what does it mean?” he asked, though his voice held a hint of nervous excitement.

A wicked smile spread across my lips as I slowly climbed off his lap, leaving him looking dazed and hungry. “Stay put,” I commanded, and he didn’t dare move, his eyes following my every step as I sauntered out of the living room and into the bedroom. I could feel the weight of his stare on my back, the tension in the air crackling between us.

My heart was racing as I grabbed a soft silk scarf from the dresser, the idea thrilling and a little dangerous in the best possible way. When I returned, Hank was exactly where I’d left him, sitting on the couch with his hands fisted at his sides, his whole body taut with anticipation.

I held up the scarf, and his eyes darkened even more, understanding immediately. “I’m going to tie your hands,” I told him, my voice gentle but full of authority. “You’ll have to keep them behind your back. And if you want me to stop at any point, you just say the word. Understand?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “I understand,” he said, his voice thick with need. “I trust you.”

A rush of warmth flooded through me at his words, and I moved closer, my heart pounding. “Good,” I murmured, climbing back onto his lap and guiding his hands behind his back. The scarf slipped easily around his wrists, and I made sure it was secure but not too tight, checking his reaction to make sure he was still comfortable.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice softer now, needing to be sure he was still with me.

He tested the bonds, his breath coming out in a shaky sigh. “Yes,” he said, and the way he was looking at me, full of longing and surrender, made my pulse race even faster. “More than okay.”

I leaned back to admire my work, his hands now restrained behind him. The vulnerability in his posture, the way he was completely at my mercy, sent a thrill through me, and I knew I was about to make him lose his mind.

“Now,” I said, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “let’s see if you can keep your promise this time.”

I leaned forward, my hand coming up to hold his chin, my fingers sliding along his jaw and holding him there. His eyes widened slightly, the vulnerability and awe in his gaze making my heart clench. He looked so open, so ready, and it was intoxicating to have him like this.

I tilted his head up, and let my thumb brush over his lower lip, I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and unsteady. My heart raced as I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss.

His body went tense for a moment, a shiver running through him, but then he melted into me, his mouth moving eagerly against mine. It was a heady, exhilarating feeling, knowing that I had him wrapped around my finger, that every ounce of desire he felt was under my control.

The kiss deepened, my tongue slipping past his lips, tasting the desperation that had been building between us. His hands strained against the scarf, his chest heaving as he tried to lean closer, but I held him steady, refusing to let him take over. This was still my game, and I wasn’t done playing yet.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss, and his groan of protest sent a thrill down my spine. His eyes were dark, his lips flushed and slightly swollen, and I could see just how badly he wanted more. But I wasn’t ready to let him have it yet.

“You’re doing so well,” I praised, my voice soft and full of warmth, and I watched his eyes flicker with a mix of pride and desperation. “So good for me.”

His breath shuddered, and I could see the way his body trembled with the effort it took to hold back, to obey. The praise seemed to light something within him, and he looked at me with such intensity, such hunger, that it made my own heart race.

“You like hearing that?” I asked, letting my thumb brush over his flushed cheek. His lips parted, but he didn’t speak, his gaze locked on mine as he nodded fervently.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. “Good,” I murmured, shifting my hips slightly in his lap, teasing him with the friction he so desperately craved. His groan was raw, his head falling back against the couch as his control teetered on the edge.

“You’ve been so good,” I continued, my fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my touch. “And because of that…” I trailed off, letting the promise hang in the air as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately.

He sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing with anticipation, and I watched as his eyes darkened, his need laid bare for me. His hips twitched, his body begging for more, but he kept himself in check, waiting for my permission.

I took my time, drawing the moment out, savouring the way he reacted to every little movement. His jaw clenched, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, the way he pulsed with need beneath my touch.

His eyes met mine, wide and desperate, and for a moment, he thought I was done teasing, that I would finally let him have what he wanted. He leaned forward, capturing my lips with a kiss so full of raw longing that it made my head spin.

The kiss was hungry, his lips moving over mine with a desperation that set my whole body aflame. He poured everything into it, all the frustration, the need, and the desire he was holding back, and it left me breathless.

But as much as I wanted to melt into him, to let go completely, I pulled back from the kiss, a teasing smile on my lips. His eyes were heavy with desire, but a spark of mischief flickered there as well. “You want this just as much as I do,” he murmured, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Admit it.”

The words made me pause, my smile fading as I slowly slid off his lap, putting a bit of distance between us. His grin vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pure panic. “Wait, no,” he said quickly, his voice breaking with urgency. “I didn’t mean it like that. I need this. I need you. Please don’t stop.”

I crossed my arms, tilting my head at him, a challenge in my gaze. “Tell me how much,” I commanded, my voice low and dangerous. “Show me that you really mean it.”

Hank swallowed hard, his entire body tense as he sat there, his hands still bound behind his back. “I mean it,” he said, his voice thick with desperation. “I need you more than I can put into words. I’m losing my mind here, baby. You have no idea how badly I want you. I’ll do anything. Just… tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

I let his words hang in the air for a moment, savouring the raw vulnerability that spilled from his lips. The way he sat there, hands tied behind his back, exposed and pleading, sent a thrill through me that I could feel down to my core.

“Anything?” I asked, my voice a whisper but full of challenge. I stood and moved toward him, my hands gliding over his hips as I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his pants and boxers. With deliberate slowness, I pulled them down the rest of the way, exposing every inch of him. His breathing grew ragged, and the intensity in his eyes made my own pulse race.

He sat there, completely bare and vulnerable, his muscles taut as he held himself still.

“Anything,” he repeated, his voice hoarse, almost reverent. “Just tell me.”

A sly smile curved my lips as I gently pushed him back against the couch, making sure he was positioned just where I wanted him. I leaned in, my mouth just a breath away from his, and I let my fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling his heart pounding under my touch. His breath came out in shallow pants, his entire body straining toward mine, desperate for more even though he was bound and couldn’t reach me.

I took my time, letting my fingers trace a line up to his jaw, tilting his head back so he had no choice but to look up at me. His eyes were wide, wild with need, and I felt the thrill of control coursing through me. “You look so pretty like this,” I murmured, my voice soft but full of authority.

I stayed standing in front of him, the anticipation between us crackling in the air. He gazed up at me, his expression a mix of confusion and burning desire, waiting for my next command.

“Kiss me,” I told him, and his eyes flicked to my lips, his brows drawing together in slight bewilderment. He made a motion to stand, but I stopped him. “Ah, ah,” I murmured, my voice still holding that note of authority. I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Not there,” I clarified, my voice a low purr.

Realisation dawned on his face, and his eyes darkened further with lust. His gaze slid downward, and he nodded, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip as he adjusted. Shifting carefully, he slid from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me, his head level with my stomach. His hands were still bound behind him, adding a sense of delicious vulnerability to the moment.

He leaned in, placing a soft, reverent kiss just above my navel, his lips warm against my skin. My breath hitched, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him close as he trailed kisses lower, each one sending shivers of pleasure through my body. His mouth moved with a gentle yet deliberate purpose, and I could feel the tension winding tighter in my core.

As he kissed his way down, his lips growing bolder, I let out a quiet moan, the sound escaping without my permission. The way he worshipped every inch of me, even bound and kneeling, had me trembling with desire. He looked up at me, his eyes full of heat and a hint of playful defiance, and I knew he was willing to do anything I asked—anything to make me feel good.

“Good boy,” I whispered, my voice quivering with both control and want, and his answering groan sent vibrations through my skin. He leaned in even closer, eager to please, his mouth working me with unrestrained devotion, each movement driving me closer to the edge, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

My breaths came out in ragged pants, my legs trembling as he continued, and I felt my resolve begin to slip. Just before I could lose myself completely, I forced my grip to loosen, my fingers sliding away from his hair. With a shuddering breath, I stepped back, my knees almost giving out.

I reached behind him and began untying the scarf around his wrists, my fingers brushing against his warm skin. He watched me intently, his eyes dark with anticipation.

“I’ll let you go,” I murmured, loosening the final knot, “but only if you promise to do exactly what I tell you. No more, no less.”

His hands slipped free, and he rubbed his wrists for a moment, the ghost of my restraint still lingering on his skin. He looked up at me, his expression completely sincere and filled with need. “I promise,” he said, his voice raw and low. “Only what you say.”

I stepped back slightly, and his hands moved to rest lightly on my hips, his touch both reverent and possessive. I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me as I felt his hands finally touch me again, his fingers warm and strong.

“Good,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging gently to guide him. “Use your fingers, too. I want to feel everything.”

Hank’s eyes lit up with a mix of eagerness and reverence, and he lowered his head without hesitation. His lips pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses against my skin as his hands slowly moved up the backs of my thighs, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. One of his hands slipped between my legs, his fingers exploring and teasing, and I let out a gasp, the sensation sending sparks through my veins.

His mouth followed, and he took his time, his fingers and lips working in perfect harmony to unravel me completely. He was attentive, responding to every sound I made, every shiver and sigh, and the way he adjusted his movements to bring me higher only made me want him more. I was losing myself in the pleasure, my head tipping back as he worshipped me with a focus that left me breathless.

But then, before he could bring me over the edge, I pulled back, needing to regain control. My body ached from the sudden loss of his touch, but I had something else in mind. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, meeting his intense, questioning gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached for his hand, bringing it to my lips. I took two of his fingers into my mouth, tasting myself on his skin as I slowly, deliberately sucked, swirling my tongue around each digit. His eyes darkened, and a low groan escaped his lips, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

“Feel that?” I whispered, releasing his fingers with a pop, my voice full of command and desire. “That’s how much you’ve affected me.”

His breath came out ragged, and I could see the way his chest rose and fell, his restraint hanging by a thread. My heart pounded in my ears, and the thrill of having him so undone, so desperate, only made the moment even more electrifying.

I watched the way Hank’s eyes searched mine, wide and waiting, the raw desire in his gaze mixing with trust and anticipation. A smile curled at my lips as I decided to reward his patience.

“You’ve been so good for me,” I murmured, letting my voice drop into something softer, more intimate. “I think you deserve a little something in return.”

His breath hitched, and his eyes darkened even further, his hands gripping my waist a little tighter but still not moving, still waiting for me to give him more. I let my hands drift down his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, and I slowly sank lower, my lips trailing along the path of my hands.

He shivered as I kissed down his chest, my lips and teeth grazing over his skin, leaving him gasping and straining for more. I glanced up at him, catching the way his entire body trembled with anticipation. “You’ve been waiting so well,” I whispered, making sure he knew how much I appreciated his restraint.

“You want your reward?” I teased, my mouth brushing against his ear, and he groaned, the sound full of need and surrender. “God, please,” he whispered, the words spilling out almost involuntarily. “I need you so much.”

I smirked at the desperation in his voice, how each plea seemed to echo with the tension that had been winding tighter and tighter between us. Slowly, I traced my lips lower, taking my time, drawing out his anticipation until I could feel his whole body taut with need. My fingers grazed over his hips, and I felt the way his muscles clenched beneath my touch, how he was holding himself back with every ounce of strength he had left.

“Good boy,” I whispered, letting the words slip past my lips as I finally wrapped my hand around him. He shuddered, a strangled groan escaping his throat, and his head fell back, mouth parted and breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

I let my mouth follow, my lips pressing gentle kisses to his lower stomach, then to the sensitive skin along his hip bones. He was so hard, aching, the wait and my teasing having pushed him to his absolute limit, and the satisfaction of having brought him to this state sent a thrill through me.

When I finally took him in my mouth, the reaction was immediate and overwhelming. His entire body tensed, a broken, desperate moan tearing from his lips, and his hands flexed at my waist, fingers digging into my skin as if he needed something to hold onto, something to anchor him.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, his voice raw and trembling. “You feel… God, you feel so good.”

I could feel how much he’d been holding back, the way he was barely holding himself together, and it only made me want to give him more. I moved slowly at first, savouring every tremor, every strangled sound that spilled from his lips. The heat of him, the way he pulsed in my mouth, was intoxicating, and I took my time, teasing him with gentle sucks and swirls of my tongue.

“H-how are you—” He choked on the words, his body arching slightly as I hollowed my cheeks around him, and I loved the way he was coming undone, the way all the teasing and waiting had left him so desperate. His hips jerked involuntarily, and he caught himself, a tortured groan spilling out as he tried to stay still, to be good for me.

I pulled back just enough to catch his eyes, loving the wrecked, needy look on his face. “No moving,” I reminded him, my voice sultry and full of command. “Be good for me, Hank.”

He nodded frantically, his breath coming out in ragged pants. “I—I’ll try,” he stammered, and there was something so beautiful in the way he surrendered to me, in how much he was willing to give up control.

I rewarded his obedience with more pressure, taking him deeper, hitting the back of my throat, my tongue tracing along the sensitive underside. His whole body shuddered, and his moans grew louder, more desperate, each sound making the heat between us burn even hotter. His need, his raw, unrestrained desire, made me feel powerful and in control, and I knew I had him completely at my mercy.

I picked up the pace, drawing him closer to the edge, and he was helpless to stop the sounds pouring out of him, his voice breaking and his hands trembling as he tried to hold himself back. “Please, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking on the words. “I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it.”

I pulled back abruptly, my lips leaving him, and the sudden loss of contact made him gasp. His eyes flew open, wide with disbelief and frustration, and I saw the tears glistening at the edges, a result of the overwhelming pleasure I’d brought him to and then cruelly taken away. He looked wrecked, utterly undone, and the sight of him in that state made my own desire flare even hotter.

“P-please,” he choked out, his voice breaking, and the raw emotion in his eyes nearly made my heart stop. I felt the weight of his need pressing between us, the desperation radiating off him in waves, and it made me ache for him, made me want to give him everything.

Without another word, I swung my leg over his hips, straddling him, and he let out a ragged, relieved sound as I positioned myself above him. His hands flew to my waist instinctively, gripping me like he was afraid I might disappear, and the raw intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear.

I lined myself up and sank down onto him in one smooth motion, a moan tearing from both of our lips as I took him in. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch and the heat making my whole body shudder, and I could feel the way he trembled beneath me, barely holding on.

His head fell back, and his hands gripped my hips tighter, and I leaned in close, my mouth brushing against his ear. “Go ahead,” I whispered, my voice dripping with authority. “Take what you need,” giving him full permission to lose himself, to let go.

A shudder ran through him, and he didn’t need to be told twice. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer as he thrust up into me, the desperation in his movements palpable. I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders as he moved, each powerful motion driving me higher, making me feel every ounce of the need he’d been holding back.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice thick with awe and raw need, each word sending a shiver down my spine. His hands gripped my waist, firm and commanding, guiding me as I sank down onto him over and over, our movements in perfect, desperate rhythm. I arched my back, the sensation overwhelming, pleasure rippling through me as his fingers dug into my skin, holding me as if he never wanted to let go.

His eyes locked onto mine, dark and filled with pure, unrestrained desire, and it made my heart race even faster. The way he watched me, his gaze hungry and reverent, sent another wave of heat rushing through my body. I braced my hands on his shoulders, meeting his every thrust, and a whimper escaped me, the intensity too much to contain.

He groaned again, the sound guttural, and his hips snapped up to meet mine, pushing deeper, harder. “Fuck,” he gasped, his breath ragged, his control fraying. His grip on my waist tightened, and I could feel how close he was, the tension building between us like a storm ready to break.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t hold back,” I whispered, and he responded instantly, his movements turning frantic, driven by the fire that had been building inside him. The friction, the heat, the way our bodies collided—it was all too much, and I could feel myself spiraling closer to the edge.

Our breaths came in short, uneven pants, and I cried out, my entire body shuddering as the pleasure burst through me, white-hot and blinding. He followed moments later, his hands pulling me against him as he lost himself in the release, a broken moan spilling from his lips as he came, his body trembling beneath mine.

We clung to each other, breathless and trembling, the world around us fading away as we rode out the waves of pleasure, wrapped up in each other and the euphoria of finally letting go.

Our breathing slowly steadied, the tension in the air dissipating and leaving only the warmth of our shared satisfaction. I stayed where I was, straddling his lap, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my palms. His hands loosened on my waist, no longer gripping but resting there with a kind of reverence, like he was still processing everything that had just happened.

He looked up at me, his eyes softening, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “You… are absolutely incredible,” he said, his voice husky but full of awe, a playful light flickering back into his expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever… well, experienced anything like that.”

A blush crept up my neck, but I couldn’t help grinning back at him. “Good,” I replied, a teasing edge in my voice. “I’d hate for you to think I was boring.” I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, letting my fingertips linger, and watched the way his gaze followed my movements, still laced with admiration.

He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Boring is the last word I’d use to describe you,” he said, then sobered slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Are you okay? I mean… everything we did, was it…?”

I cupped his face in my hands, letting my thumbs brush over his cheekbones. “More than okay,” I reassured him, my voice gentle. “I loved every second. What about you?”

His smile returned, this time softer, more intimate. “I loved it,” he murmured. “I mean it—I loved giving you what you wanted. Watching you… having you in control like that…” He let out a shaky breath, his hands sliding up my back in a soothing motion. “It was perfect.”

We stayed like that for a moment, basking in the closeness, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. “Good,” I said, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. “Maybe next time we could switch it up,” I suggested, my voice teasing. “You in control, me doing exactly what you say.”

His eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching, and then a wicked grin spread across his face. “Really?” he asked, his voice low and full of anticipation. I nodded, my cheeks flushing at the idea. “Yeah,” I murmured, my fingers tracing gentle patterns over his chest. “If you’re up for it.”

His hands tightened gently on my hips, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Oh, I’m definitely up for it,” he said, his expression full of a newfound excitement. “But only if you’re sure.”

I laughed, the sound bright and happy, and kissed him again, lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch. “I’m sure,” I whispered against his lips. “I trust you.”

He sighed contentedly, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. “Then we’re in for one hell of a next time,” he promised, and I felt the warmth of his words settle deep in my chest, filling me with a sense of happy anticipation for whatever came next.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #caught stealing #caught stealing fic #hank thompson fic #hank thompson x y/n #hank thompson x you #hank thompson x reader #hank thompson #fan fiction #fanfic #imagine

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still--kicking · 13 days ago

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Heeeey I love your recs!!! I’m kinda new to this fandom so I’d like to ask about what you consider THE klance fics, like the most popular or the ones that most of the klance shippers have read o they need to :3

this is my favorite type of request omgg let's get into it. there will definitely be some repeats from previous lists on here but I'll be sure to add some new ones for you too :)

if I ever don't recommend There, Nestled Against His Pulse by hiuythn (55,081 words, rated T) when I'm asked about my favorite klance fics, assume I've been replaced by an imposter. this is a canon compliant soulmate au where the first and last words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrists, and Keith's last words make him believe he's going to kill his soulmate so he does everything in his power not to find them. truly one of the best things I've ever read in my entire life it makes me cry every time

Dear Reader by heavily_caffeinated (80,982 words, rated M) this one is wildly popular in the fandom and absolutely deserves to be, it's a college au where Keith is a jaded psychology student and Lance is an education major. someone starts posting scathing but anonymous complaints about the university on the school's tumblr page, and when Lance starts being mentioned frequently by the anonymous writer he enlists Keith's help to find out who it is

after dear reader I highly recommend reading caf's other works, A King and His Fisherman and Silver Bells are two popular ones but their shorter fics are excellent too!!

sunflower [re] by xintong (41,557 words, rated M) is one of the most famous post-canon fics. just trust me on this one

Where the apple falls by europa_report (145,819 words, rated M) Lance is gravely injured and Keith stays with his family to watch over him and wait for him to (hopefully) wake up

don't mind me recommending this twice in once day, but:

Poor boys and pilgrims by SirCumference (85,000 words, rated M) is peak pining Keith content and also incredibly well written and structured. While in the quantum abyss, Keith sees visions of himself in three alternate realities where he's falling in love with Lance. This fic has it all, a mermaid / pirate au, a cyberpunk au, a coffeeshop au, and even post-canon fix it. Chef's kiss

Life After Death by TaylorTot (90,074 words, Rated T) Lance wakes up after Allura revives him in the omega shield episode, but he's lost all of his memories except for the fact that he was in love with someone named Keith

My soul has your claim, my soul is in flames by queen-of-voltronian (146,137 words, rated T) takes place during season 7, Lance is pining HARD and then accidentally gets cursed and has to kiss the person he loves most before sundown. And then plot happens. They also address all the bullshit the writers did to Lance in the later half of the show. It's immaculate. I cried.

If you enjoy textfics, call me, beep me by orphan_account (85,591 words, rated G) has the most kudos and bookmarks of any klance fic on ao3. a girl gives Lance a fake number and he ends up striking up a friendship with the person he texts, some guy named Keith. this one is adorable and it's one of the ancient texts imo

sorry there are so many repeats here but I hope you enjoy these !!! and welcome to the fandom <33 whatever horror stories you've heard about us being insane in are probably true, but we're way more chill now so welcome aboard lmao you came on at a good time

#kicking asks #klance fic recs

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crowdemoninkinkyboots · 1 year ago

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "crowdemoninkinkyboots "?

before i give my fav fics, my username is in reference to sebastian because he’s a crow demon with kinky boots uvu

okay these are in no particular order but here’s my top 10 fics:

Shapeshifter by Honeythief

black butler, sebaciel

y’all this fic broke me. whoever suggested it owes me emotional compensation. but it also hurt so good. it’s in first person which may turn off some people but i promise it’s worth the read

Sanglier by vanroku

twisted wonderland, rookpel with a hint of jackpel

it’s painfully hard finding dead dove/whump content with my fav pomefiore boys, but this is absolutely perfect

Timeless Eternity by GammaRays

demon slayer, kibutan

y’all this fic is dark. but it’s so good. it kinda sparked my thing for captor/captive tropes, and tbh it’s probably my fav kny fic

actually i lied the next two are fics i commissioned i still absolutely adore (they’re also omegaverse lmao)

Knock Knock Little Bunny by mattysones

demon slayer, kibutan

i was so excited for this fic and it was worth the wait. omegaverse + whump is such a tasty combination for me and matty wrote it perfectly. best money i’ve spent.

Torridity by mcpoggy

demon slayer, kanaoi

mcpoggy is usually a giyutan writer and i’m probably going to add one of her other fics here but i absolutely adored how this fic came out. it’s so vanilla compared to the other fics listed but i love it. i need more omegaverse yuri in my life

When I Kissed The Teacher by mcpoggy

demon slayer, giyutan

this is like THE giyutan fic, and also my first bookmark on ao3. it’s also vanilla compared to most other fics on this list but giyutan does have an age gap. it’s super long but i’d alway recommend mcpoggy’s giyutan fics uvu

heads rolling for the one i adore by nyabatos

genshin impact, zhongven

ok i’m INCREDIBLY biased because the author is my best friend but she’s such an incredible writer. it’s also such an interesting au where venti sacrifices his freedom to zhongli to save mondstadt and the aftermath of that deal

The Fall of Mondstadt series by Probabri

genshin impact, kaeluc

whoops my bias is showing again bc i’m also friends with the author but this story awakened kinks in me i didn’t know i had oops

Spear Fishing by reallybadcontent

genshin impact, beidou/fem!reader

ahem. so. i’m not typically into reader pov fics but beidou is. beidou. and i’m a weak lesbian. and ngl i also imagined my oc instead. so. next fic

Dream A Little Dream of Me by BadBadz

black butler, sebaciel

ok i’m being biased again, since this was based off of a tumblr post i made, but i was so happy it inspired someone and it turned out great. of course my fav sebaciel fics have angst in them…it’s like i like hurting myself…

pls lmk if y’all have ever read any of these fics/ur thoughts! i’m sure u all noticed a trend lol

#ask #fanfiction #sebaciel #kibutan #dead dove #omegaverse #rookpel #giyutan #not tagging vanilla ships soz

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the-starry-lycan · 4 months ago

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Starry’s Fanfic Year In Review!!!!!

got tagged by @smaller-comfort and I'm gonna tag @boltslutters @lostsoulofdragon @neoyi-backstreetback for this, as well as anyone who wants to pawticipate!!!

Number of stories posted to ao3: 35, holy bones!!! Given this is my first year ever posting, this is an awesome number!

Word count posted for last year: 124,187… so dang, not bad!! I wrote quite a lot, it seems.. at least in my own opinion. There’s also my unpublished fic, which adds to that number significantly.

Fandoms I wrote for: Sea of Stars, The Messenger, Subnautica, Transformers (several continuities), Trigun, and Honkai Star Rail.

Pairings: VashWood, MegOp, ProwlBee, Reshorul, RatioRine, Al-An/Robin.

Stories with the most kudos, bookmarks, comments/threads: Wise Man’s Folly, and your patience a virtue are two of the really famous ones in terms of most kudos and hits. Chrysopoeia is one that’s had a lot of comment interaction, same with A Glass Golem’s Adventures in Throwability.. but a certain octoberfic I have on anon takes the cake for comment threads! And thank you to all those who interacted on that one :3 it gives me a lot courage to keep writing!

Work I’m most proud of and why: I think I’m most proud of Wise Man’s Folly, because I feel like I really wrote well the trauma that some of the characters experience, get the storyline going, and got that tasteful, emotional smut to hit just right. The love’s strong with that one!

Work I’m least proud of and why: I.. might actually think Chrysopoeia. I’m a little insecure about how I portray Aephorul there, and I feel like the fic’s too long, like it dawdles on it’s purpose. Hope to finish it soon and be done!

Share or describe a favorite review you received: There’s a good several pawfuls on my sabo sexyfic that I really loved, but one I’d like to reminisce on was from Wise Man’s Folly, where this sweet person gave me such a wonderful review on both chapters! I go back and read the comments I get pretty often, so thank you to everyone who comments on my work!!

A time when writing was really, really hard: Christmas was tough because I didn’t really have any time to write undisturbed, as I’m kind of a secret writer to my family.. but finals and uni admissions earlier in spring was also a very tough time because of the sheer amount of stress on me.

A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I have really enjoyed writing Ninja, from the Messenger, as I feel like I can write him well AND convey that which I want to. He’s a fun character, what can I say!

A favourite excerpt of your writing: I have a couple, hehe, but here're the ones I happen to like a lot.

"Your beautiful smile, that one that seemed so genuine when you were drunk and when I bundled you up? As though you cherished to be held for every moment? You wanted so badly for me to sleep with you.. ..but was it simply that closeness you craved?"

"...as though Aephorul wanted to draw Resh'an into the depths of himself, absorb him until the two were one, silent and writhing and perfect."

How did you grow as a writer last year: I've honestly gotten a LOT of bravery as a writer, pushing boundaries to discover what I like and to write more of what I already do enjoy! In fact, sharing my work was a biiiiig step in my growth as a writer, and I am really proud of this.. not to mention happy for all the support I've gotten from my readers!

Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): I've had a lot of positive influences from my friends, both online and irl, as well as my readers and the Sabotage Studio fandom as a whole! A particular friend has helped me with ideas and some bravery with my transformers fic, so thank you!!

Anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: Very probably? I know I definitely put in my fics some of the stuff I learn from uni and that I'm generally passionate in, like my biology and chemistry stuff... psychology, too, but that's just 'cause I like psych! (and it's on the MCAT..)

Any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: I really do wanna finish up certain unfinished fic from last year, namely ones like Chrysopoeia and the sabo sexyfic, just so I can tie up all my loose ends. Cell Block Tango's a fun one and I do wanna write for that just because it's a fic I'm excited to write for!

As for new stuff, I am planning a LOT of transformers fic for this year, ranging from my empurata!Prowl AU to some variegated TF fics of all continuities! I also have a couple of Hellboy (comic & movie) fics I wanna get out, and some Ace Attorney and Trigun things while I'm at it. So.... LOTS of things for the new year!

#lycan talks #Fanfic #fanfic year in review #My fanfiction #my art

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rjthirsty · 5 months ago

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2024 Writing Stats

What a beautiful year it has been. In July of 2023, I wrote my first piece of fanfiction. I didn’t do any writing stats for last year, mainly because I didn’t really put any stock into what I was doing. I didn’t think it’d turn into my obsession, but here we are!

Now that I’m a full year (and then some) into writing fanfic, I’ve got loads of data to share, but I’ll try to keep it short and interesting.

These were my ending stats from last year. I figured I’d include them to see basically a starting point for this year. So this is how the year started.

And this is how it’s going. As you can see, there were some big changes! Let me give y’all some cool breakdowns.

In 2024, I:

Wrote 277,212 words!

Was Bookmarked 90 times!

Received 461 kudos

Received 53 comments

My fics were hit 9,357 times!

I got to experiment in writing. I tried fluff and dark fics, but I’m still doing the best with smut and angst.

“I’m Pregnant” with Ikemen Prince is my highest kudo and viewed fic (impressive since it’s multi-chaptered and you can only kudo it once.) It’s a fluff/angst set of drabbles and headcanons about the princes’ reactions to reader being pregnant.

Memento was my highest kudo and viewed fic for a very long time. That was honestly the first smut I ever wrote. First smut and first fanfic, really. It’s reassuring to see that it still gets a lot of love.

Memento (Gilbert - IkePri), The Perfect Distraction (Okazaki - CxM), Between His Teeth (Gilbert - IkePri), and Incomparable (Nokto/Dahlia/Licht - IkePri) are all smut fanfics.

I wanted to add in my hit stats since Deceit and Decay is in here, which is a multi-chapter dark long fic I’m in the progress of writing. It won’t receive as many kudos due to being multi-chapter, but it has gotten a lot of views, and that’s pretty cool. I think having fluff, angst, and smut all on my top viewed fics is really fucking cool. It kind of makes me feel like I’ve managed to do something memorable with each genre I’ve tried.

I joined Tumblr May 28th, 2024. I guess I have a thing about starting things mid-year, haha. There are a lot of small ideas and headcanon posts that aren’t listed on my ao3, but there are no easy Tumblr stats for writing.

I did, however, create my first OC this year, and two others that I really love as well. I made an RP blog for one of them! I've gotten art done of all of them! And countless stories were written for all of them - some only in my head, but same same.

All-in-all, it has been an amazing year for me as a writer. I hope to do more next year, and do bigger and better things as well. I'd like to play around with ideas more. I'd like to write more long fics. I'd like to have an overwhelming amount of stories written for people to feast on.

If you want to check out my fanfics on this site (including posts I don’t put on ao3) you can find it on my pinned post. If you want to see my thoughts on things I’ve written and posted to ao3, go check out my work.

#writing wrap up #2024 writing wrapped #writing stats #rjthirsty fanfic #rjthirsty characters #ikepri

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marty-parties · 8 months ago

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Happy September 15th! Which, if you didn't know, is 'leave a comment day.' I could be wrong though, since my source is a poll i took on my other blog - either way, i've come up with a fun idea.

In honour of ‘leave a comment day’ i’ve made a list of all of my favourite fanfics/authors that I can think of atm, and I wanna leave a nice little note about them and their work! This isn’t in any particular order, tbh it’s mostly me going through my AO3 bookmarks and re-reading all of my fav fanfic, haha.

I honestly had no idea 'leave a comment day’ was a thing, and if you didn’t either, show your favourite authors that you appreciate them! Anything from a heart emoji, or a key smash, or an insightful/heartfelt comment will do wonders in terms of showing/being appreciated.

A lot of these fics below have influenced me in some way, big or small, into how/what I write today. I guess I wanted to give thanks where I could. (It’s also just really sick to make a doc full of your favourite things,and I highly implore you to do it too, even if you don’t wanna post it. (That's totally fair, no pressure.) I keep going over in my mind what I like about each fic and ‘oh, this fic is different from that, but it’s still fantastic, oh and this fic, too,’ etc. it’s such a fun little snowball effect of positivity, i definitely recommend you do this if you have time and need a pick me up, haha.)

Little note, here, If you’ve seen that I’ve read your fic, but found you’re not on the list - it’s not that I don’t like you/or work! I probably very well did enjoy it! I found as I was making this list it was taking a lot of my free time. (Free time that i’d rather like to use writing or reading more, haha.) And, I feel like this list is already so wickedly long ‘cause I can't shut my mouth to save my life, to add more might be a little bit much to read all in one go. 😅

So, please don’t be upset if that’s the case! ily *mwah*

Also, there’s a few nsfw fics mention at the end, so if you’re a minor, pls buzz off, that content isn’t for you! I also recommend you check the links on some of these fics. I think I’ve included warnings where I think they’re due, but you know yourself better than i do. And, who knows, I might’ve accidentally missed a tag or two - So, please take care of yourself out there!

You’ll notice i’ve either included a source for either the authors tumbr, or AO3. I originally was going to try and do both, but i lost steam. Each story is linked to their author, on some site, promise.

Last thing, most of these fics are in the undertale fandom, tbh. It’s been my ride or die since highschool, so i’ve got a lot of love and things to say. You won’t find any frans or foncest here, i’m a reader insert girlie, simply put, and I don't care much for those tags on the fics i read.

Quick legend here:

Complete = complete work

Ongoing = still updating / i think they’re still update

Incomplete = either hiatus, or just incomplete

So, without further ado-

Road Side Attraction (Ongoing, teen+ rating) and Dirty Laundry (Complete, teen+ rating)

By Popatochisp (AO3) / popattochisp (Tumbr)

I’m going to be grouping together fics by author. Usually when I find one I really like, i really lurk around their tumblr/AO3 for others, haha.

–AND because I can’t think of one fic without the other. I find myself going back to read them both quite frequently, usually on rotation, they’re my little bedtime stories i keep on repeat in my mind, lol.

I mean, if you’re in the undertale fandom how can you not know about pop? For me, them (and luluwrites, among a few others i can’t remember rn,) –were really impactful to me growing up, as I think it was to a lot of people. (Tbh they’re still impactful, actually. I find myself going back even pretty often to read the same fics I read in high school.) They’re like the one piece of media you read in English class in high school that sticks with you throughout your adult life. (Looking at you, monkey’s paw.)

Pop has like 1,000 different au’s to choose from, all with fantastic and deep characterizations and lore.( I don’t know how they do it, i’m only writing a/b ONE skeleton rn, and i feel like a hamster on a wheel trying to get his characterization right. I couldn’t imagine doing that for every single au they have. God damn.)

I especially love Roadside Attraction, because of how easily i can relate to it? I’m deep in the sticks, a town more populated by livestock and people. When I read this, I can really put myself i MC’s shoes - b/c i’ve been there! (Hah, maybe not the dating skeletons part, granted, lol.) But it’s such a fantastic read, I love any and all media that has a vibe that it could take place in like a rural Montana. (think scenes in Twilight. Tall spruce/pine trees, misty morning, the possibility of seeing bigfoot, that sorta thing.)

And Dirty Laundry? Come on, dude. What a love letter to the swapfell universe, truly. If you haven't read it, you gotta. The world building, and the changing POV’s are so damn good, that every chapter feels crisp, and like you’ve got a really good inside scoop of each character. You can’t knock the characterization in this one, fellas. All the dynamics are so dead on - how Sans and Papyrus interact, how Sans and Alphys – dude, even how Sans and Toriel interact read so deeply in character. Everyone’s motives and ideas make sense to each character and the conflict that it brings. Big fan. 10/10, will definitely read again and again. (There’s also a ‘Menswear addition, where the reader has he/him pronouns if that’s your cup of tea!)

Bones Picked Clean (Incomplete, teen+ rating) and) Apéritifs (Ongoing, Mature rating)

By Skelezbian (tumblr) / luluwrites (on AO3)

Woof, where do I start?? I think Bones Picked Clean is another one of the first fics I remember being a really impactful piece of undertale fanwork that stuck with me. I know they’re not the one who created the whole ‘lodge’ scenario, (if you know, you know. Thank you @Tyrant_Tortoise, we’ll be seeing you next,) but they put a spin on it that is so interesting to see. The problems feel very realistic, like something that can easily happen in a house full of busy bodies with not enough communication. And, ohmygod the MC. My first love, truly. You get to see each set of skeleton brother’s, and watch how MC’s befriends them all. Granted, they have a track record of putting themselves in dangerous situations, for reasons revealed in the fic, but they’ve got a heart of gold, and a PHD in being a sweetheart.

The horrortale boys really shine here. I haven’t read much horrortale centric fanfics, but I really like the soft horrorale’ spin. The healing after the damage, the sunshine after the storm, watching the fauna overgrow, etc. I love watching characters grow when love is shown, and here, you can really see it here. I love domesticity, and using food as a love language– which is something this fic has in spades!

(I also love love swapfell characterization in this fic, chapter 13 does a REALLY good job of walking you through the mindspace of sf pap. But in terms of favourties, i’d have to say that would be Chapter 18. You get to see sf pap’s relationship with his brother! You really see/understand their dynamic, and how they really act as brothers behind closed doors. The other reason it’s a favourite is the inherit domesticity! Maybe I’m a sucker for the normie, slice of life, but how MC and sans chit chat at the start of the chapter is so cute! )

Warning: mention of past cannibalism, past murder, past abuse? I think that’s it, maybe check the tags to be sure. They sound scary, but I promise it’s a very sweet story.

Ohh, Apéritifs. First of all, what a clever name! I’m a sucker for word play, and this title alone really did it for me, haha. (if you don’t get it, please google ‘define Apéritifs’, and you’ll be just as jazzed as me.) They’re three stand alone one-shots featuring a different skeleton each chapter. I will say, I think chapter 3 is my fav. It’s actually heavily inspired me to make one of my one shots - it’s that good! I love the world building in it, as well. Really, you can’t go wrong. (Lulu really knows how to nail flirty dialogue, in very funny ways. ‘“so, you a fan of spare ribs, or just mine?”’ (ch. 3 – Apéritifs) KILLS ME, oh my god, what a funny flirty little one-liner.

Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By Tyrant_Tortoise (AO3) tyranttortoise (Tumblr)

Man– SSLL walked so we all could run. The amount of ‘lodge’ type fanfic dynamic i’ve seen, BECAUSE of this fic is wild. I might be wrong in saying this, but I think they were the one who came up with the whole ‘lodge’ type scenario, like all the reverse harems with all the au’s.

I haven’t read anything of theirs in a long time, but I wanna pay my respects where respects are due. Tyrant made one hell of an influential fanfic, enough so, that I’m pretty sure if I had a timeline of fandom evolution on undertale alone– I think there would be a noticeable difference in the before and after SSLL. Which, is so sick!! To have influenced a whole fandom with a concept that we’re still seeing it years later? (I get that trends sorta tend to last longer in fandoms than they do irl, but isn’t that such a neat thing to think about?)

I’m going to age myself (and maybe you, reading this a bit, but–) the first chapter was posted in 2017. 2017! Isn’t that nuts to think about? I was literally 17 at the time. No WONDER it stuck with me, my teenage brain was looking for all the serotonin it could get from fandoms. (wow. Things haven't changed all that much for me, haha.

Skeleton Ex Machina (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By Cryptid_jack (AO3)

Ohh, okay, for all the SSLL fans out there, you probably already know who cryptid_jack is. And if not, I'll gladly tell you!

They’ve made this cool ass AI AU (it’s a LOT cooler than it sounds, I promise!) in their words, ‘a fanfic of a fanfic’ that’s actually in Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady (see above.) I’d recommend reading SSLL to fully understand this - although, if you’re good at picking up context clues, or maybe don’t mind missing some context, I don’t necessarily think you’d have to, since jack does a really good job of showing the reader everything that’s going on. (although, i really recommend you do.)

I think this au is so cool, it’s literally tagged as ‘Quarantine Sans’ (which, i’ll be the first to say, that maybe that name didn’t hold up too well, with recent 2020 events, an’ all that. Pandemic aside, it’s a cool name for an AU!)

It’s also really fun to see two friends in the fandom interact with each other's works like this. Even reading the note at the start of the fic, you can just feel the camaraderie and care that went into paying each other's proper respects.

Big big ups, hats off to proper manners and friendship!

All’s Fair In Love and (Prank) War (Incomplete, teen+ rating)

By torrikor (AO3)

Ohh, this is a short and sweet 2 chapter read. I don’t the author is going to circle back to it, but i suggest you read it anyways! the idea is so so good! In essence, MC and sf sans are roommates, and MC starts a prank war. I love love love their dynamic, their bickering is a real treat to read, that, coupled with their size difference? Sign me up!

My Favorite Thing (Complete, teen+ rating) and A Conversation Starter ( Complete, teen+ rating)

By peachwhimzy (AO3) peachwhimzy-things (Tumblr)

I’m a slut for their characterization of sf pap here, oh my god. Both are so so good, and i know i must sound like a broken record by saying I love how this author interpreted his character - but i can’t help it! So many people have good ideas and ways to showcase a character! Sue me.

A Conversation Starter is another one that’s inspired me to write a little one-shot. It’s so fantastically written, sf Papyrus and MC are at a bus station, both the first human and monster either have met. The world building is subtle, but wonderfully done. MC is so damn cute in this, and so is Papyrus, who’s really just trying to keep the conversation going, lol. There’s a delightful slice of life aspect to this.

Honestly, a lot of of Peach’s work feel very domestic, and sweet, and romantic. Sorta like i’m reading a studio Ghibli movie. Do yourself a favour and go check em out!

Late Night Shift Romance (Complete, teen+ rating)

By Inumaru12 (AO3)

The one fic on here that’s not a romance,how about that. (I guess that’s not technically true. There's possibly something budding, if you squint. I always read it as platonic friendship- it’s fanfic! Read it with whatever context you’d like!)

Burgerpants and MC are at the same convenient store late at night, and there’s a robbery. Friendship ensues. I love seeing the background character of undertale, and honestly, who doesn't relate to Burgerpants? Perpetually working shitty minimum wage jobs, trying to chase his dreams - that’s rough. I appreciate a character who can give a nod to class solidarity.. I think Inmuaru12 did so well writing his character, it feels like he was plucked out of the game himself, haha.

My Dearly Detested Delivery Man, (Complete, teen+ rating) and Black Coffee (Complete, general audiences rating)

By Little_old_lady (AO3)

Lol yet another set of swap fics, haha. (Yet another great example of different interpretations of the swapfell au!)

My Dearly Detested Delivery man is so fun, I love an ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ type of fic. I love the dialogue, it’s so funny! Like almost sitcom-esk with how good the one liners are. I think my favourite thing about writing fanfic is the dialogue- but reading what other authors have cooked up is such a treat, too. I love seeing authors with a certain brand of wit/cleverness they think the character would have, and seeing their own comedy bleed through, too sometimes. Little_old_lady does a good job showing the reader what you can gleam from the characters with how they talk to each other, in a way that sets the tone for their relationship. (whether it’s platonic, romantic, etc.) There’s so many ways you can show friendship, but I think the “passion” (lmao I don’t know what else to call it!) that’s at the heart of any argument is what can create the difference between friends arguing, vs two people who could be more. (Better put, I think what I like about two characters arguing is the sorta obvious chemistry it can create.)

Black Coffee does a good job about that too! I’ll be the first and last to say that I love any characters whose love language is ‘argue’ (lol even though irl I wouldn’t last long in any relationship like that, haha. ) I can be hit or miss with a soulmate au, but there’s another layer that I think undertale adds another level to in a soulmate au-since the game established that monsters and magic are real— that it almost feels a little more plausible of an au, than say, a soulmate AU of parks and rec? (no hate on the au or parks and rec, haha. I guess it just feels more “realistic” being that undertale is already a world made of magic, that magical soulmates, is one more step into weird that also makes sense?) I also love the bro-ship mc has with pap, in this one. Coming from someone who’s constantly worked retail/with customers one-on-one, somedays you want to go ape shit, so it’s nice to see an MC who can.

Half Your Age Plus Seven (Complete, teen+ rating)

By KassyKins

Ohhh, what a little treat this was to read. Tragedy! Romance! Love-rivalry! (NOT a love triangle!) People just Trying to do their best, they’ve got it all! This is another MC i’m in love with. They know what they love, and what they’re passionate about, but when push comes to shove, they’ll choose their family over themselves every single time. I think it’s a very admirable trait to have, integrity, and the ability to self-sacrifice. I think those two tropes/characteristics can really lead a story in so many interesting directions - weather it be an MC who’s too self-sacrificing, giving parts of themselves to everyone, leaving nothing for themselves, or an MC who’s pushing themselves through the ringer trying to do what they think is right according to their integrity, burning them up in the process. In this particular case, it’s maybe a little bit of both, coupled with (sad) a slice of life meet cute, with a healthy dose of growing pains.

There’s something about it that always hits extra hard to me, the ‘thrust into the lime light, or power, or a position they have no business being in. But, they’ve got people on the line, their people to take care of, so by god they’ll try.’ There’s something so tragic and poetic about it – but who knows, maybe I'm waxing poetic about the eldest daughter trope.

This fic really nicely written, and there’s so many fun hijinks and shenanigans in there to make you chuckle. Featuring another MC who’s able to shout at their boss and get away with it- big ups from me, lets goooooo working class!

Fair warning, this is a notable age gap from MC and swapfell gold sans. It is talked about in the story as well. I personally don’t mind it too much, but if that’s a no-go from you, you’ve been warned. (Maybe just check the tags on this one, (spoilers!) I know someone gets pregnant later. But, I know that can freak some folks out, so, heads up.)

There’s some smut mentioned, but it doesn’t go into detail about it, so i’ll leave it above the NSFW section. Just fair warning! (Maybe not a story for minors? I don’t know, read at your own discretion if you are?)

For the smut mention, be warned that I couldn’t find any age in their bio, do with that what you will.

And Now It’s Crystal Clear(Complete, teen+ rating)

By nighttimelights (AO3)

Oh, man. What another banger read.

Fun fact- i read this in . . . highschool? But i forgot the name of the fic,and it took me FOREVER, im talking YEARS before I found it again. I actually gave up the hunt, and just found it again one day– what an utter joy that was for me to rediscover it. I felt like I ran into my highschool sweetheart at the grocery store after not thinking about them in years.

It’s really cool concept on the whole ‘machine gaster’ situation. I respect someone so damn much who incorporates a bit of sci-sfi in their fics, I have no idea how to write it, but I love to read it/see it in media. So to see it, and understand it, and how it’s relevant to the plot is a real treat!

I also love the ending. :)

Wish Bone (Ongoing, Explicit rating)

By timeofjuly

I could not, in good conscience make this list without including my bestie, the OG and probably the reason why I'm actually posting what I'm writing today. I really can’t sing their praises high enough – but for the sake of comment day, I sure can try, haha.

July really does a good job of creating a wicked atmosphere in her works. The stark difference between Wish Bone (a political romance drama) and Resisting the Currents (reverse harem, but the gf likes you too. It's linked in the nsfw section, please check it out if you can.) is so incredible – they’re really an author that can do both, haha. Even though both fics are so different, what they have in common is their ability to get you right in your feelings, in whichever way the story calls for.

In Wishbone – Flint (the MC) has a bad case of being a massive asshole, that’s verging on becoming chronic. Their paranoia has caused their head to permanently be a swivel, and they’ve developed a taste for their own brand of Justice (however malicious as it is.) That sounds like the start of a vigilante story, but in all truth, Flint is a dick. Which, is another thing July is great at! Writing MC’s who are assholes! You love to hate them, you hate that you love them!

This is a MC x sf Pap, and later X sf Sans as well, If you’re hoping for a sappy romance, you’ve come to the wrong place. This is a reluctant soulmate AU fic, a fantastic spin on the traditionally very romantic au, a meet ugly, sort of vibe. If you love arguing, political drama, fantastic world building, and a very, sad, broken MC – you’re going to love this. Hell, even if how I described it doesn’t sound appealing to you – I implore you to check it out anyways. July will absolutely knock you on your ass with her writing. By god, there’s themes, motifs and symbolism that I'm not smart enough to analyse, let alone talk about. Whether July intentionally put them there or not, I have no idea, but they’re there and it adds another layer of depth in a delightfully, painful soul crushing way.

Go, see what I mean for yourself!

Tbh, i feel like I could go on forever about what I love about their fics, and my little personal theories on them – but I feel like I already look pretty unhinged. For the sake of my ego, i’ve gotta move on.

In terms of warnings, I think I sorta covered them? There's Plenty of anger, and hatred, ummm monster phobia? There might be some sorta nsfw stuff down the line, thus the rating, but as it stands now it’s smut free! Just a heads up, I suppose.

In Two weeks time and Red is my favorite color

By who_wants_a_muffin (AO3)

My other current ongoing fav, in two weeks time! Another swapfell sans one, to the surprise of absolute of no one, haha.

This MC is a dude! A man! Which is a refreshing change up, I don’t think there’s many many fics out there with a male leaning/male dominant MC’s. The characterization of MC is very good,

is so so good, it’s and X sf sans, and he’s got the exact right amount of snark and sass to keep you coming back, haha. (Or, I guess in this case, he keeps coming back. MC works at the pool he frequents.) Their banter is really fun to read, bordering on bickering, really. They’re almost like a little old married couple, haha. Which is to say, you can really feel the chemistry they have even though they’re basically strangers.

sf Papyrus is such a little shit in this one, i love it. He’s perpetually the youngest brother, and how Muffin writes him is so snarky and funny, and very endearing.

The chapters are short and sweet, enough so that you can read it a few times in the same day and still enjoy it, even though his updating schedule is crazy fast! I don’t know how he does it, but they’re just motoring along, haha. I get excited whenever I get an email saying Muffin updated. It’s like a little treat to brighten your week.

I’ve been reading a bit of his other stuff, and he just gets it! Like the dynamic between MC and fell sans in Red in my favorite color, is just perfect. I love the soft!underfell au, and he does a really good job of capturing how underfell sans straddles the line between being a bad boy, and a boy that's not all that bad.

I also love the notes he writes, ‘Hello gays and other assorted sillies!’ (from Chapter 2 in Red in my favorite color,) Like COME ON, that’s so funny!

– Undertale related

Bonley Hearts Club (Demo available, Ongoing, teen+ rating)

Bonely Hearts Club (tumblr)

owl-bones (tumblr) is the Developer and Director and (self proclaimed! I’m not being mean!) Lead Nerd. Here is a link to their cast, although it might not be fully updated. (It’s \a big one, so I'm going to leave it as a link.)

I don’t even know how to begin to explain my love for Bonely Hearts Club. It’s a fanmade game, made entirely of love, which you can tell, even before you play it. The sprites are so cute, and fantastic, and the writing is so in character and on point, do not get me started on the voice acting - which is also incredible. I’m not kidding, when I first played the demo, I immediately followed the voice actors on tumblr after, haha.

This is the kinda piece of art that you just stand back and look at it, and just go ‘wow’. It’s such a big undertaking! I know very little about game development, but from what i vault remember from my comp sci class - is that is’s hard. Mad respect from me to Owl, and everyone a part of the team/process.

This is off topic, but I wonder if Toby Fox has read any of these fics, or played the demo of this dating sim, like in the same way Alex Hursh has played a bit of Swooning Over Stans: A Grunkle Dating Sim. I’d pay serious money to have Toby play the dating sim demo. God, could you imagine the energy in that livestream? It would be goddamn electric.

[ Soul Redacted ] (Completed, teen rating) and The Great Noodle Jape (Completed, teen rating)

By nighttimepixels (game jolt) nighttimepixels (tumblr)

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Good god, talk about a . . .what, triple, quadruple threat? There’s nothing nighttimepixels can’t do. They write, they make art, they’ve made two complete games, (and the beginning of another,) and they animate!! Like oh my god! Another love letter to the fandom, everything they do is so so good.

[Soul Redacted] is a very cool rpg sidescroller explorer/mystery, and i’d say a touche of sci-fi in there, too. It has fantastic writing, and features Q! (from Cryptid_jack au, in Skeleton Squatters and The LandLady fromTyrant_Tortoise fic! see above for all!) Truth be told, I got a little scared playing this. Granted, I played it at like 2 am in the dark - and I am a coward lol. I don’t think the average person will get scared, but fair warning anyways, haha.

They’re not into the undertale fandom anymore, I don't think. Which is sad to hear, but also understandable. It’s not fun making art and other creations if you’ve lost that spark there. However, if you’re a mass effect fan, they’re making a bunch of art on their other bog. I personally really love their art style, so i’ll gladly keep checking back. Also, there’s so much undertale content on their blog that you’ll be good for a long while. And if not, you can always go back and look again! If you can’t experience it for the first time, the next best thing is to experience it again.

Warning: I think there’s some flashing lights at some point? Maybe double check the tags on that one if that’s a concern for you.

The Great Noodle Jape is so damn cute. As night put it, ‘a visnov style silly whodunit’, which I think it captures it perfectly. The writing is so fun, all the characters feel very well written/in character, and i love how they all interact with each other. As well, the sprites are so fantastic! Night has that kind of art style where you just know it's theirs without needing to confirm.

No warnings that I could think of, other than you’ll be wishing for the experience of playing it for the first time once you’re done.

– non-Undertale related fics -

Cult of the Lamb—

The Rehabilitation of Death

By bamsara (AO3) / bamsara (Tumblr)

WOOF. I am an ‘happy ending angst’ lover, and a ‘energies to lovers slow burn,’ and this fic takes the cake on both regards. Truly, who could pine better than a god, who’s named literally ‘The One Who Waits’? What an aptly named character for one of the major troupes in the fic, haha.

But for all you freaks out there (lol me) who don’t mind horror some of the time, I recommend reading it! Even if you’re not into CoTL, the pining is so goddamn good! (Considering it’s about gods, they’ve been pining for hundreds of years without even knowing it– the slowest of burns, like oh my GOD.) Bam also is known to post longer chapters- so if you like a read that lasts a couple days, PLEASE do yourself a favour and check it out. I don’t wanna spoil anything, but they’re getting to the part where the main couple is starting to be nice to each other, plus, the subplot B couple is starting to sorta shack up too. There are so many good, funny dynamics that are in this fic, that I don’t have enough words to properly explain them.

They also make fantastic artwork and sketches for just about each scene in their fics - which for all you visual girlies out there (myself, haha.) I think you’d appreciate it! I wish I was that type of triple threat, but I think i’d burn out too quickly if I was also drawing scenes of my fics – which is why I think it’s so impressive when other authors/artists do it!

They do art streams pretty frequently, too, and they make stickers too! A true triple threat,

Just, fair warning- like Cult of the Lamb (the game the fic is based off,) this fic mentions a lot about gore, and death, and mention of cults and religion. So if any of that is a turn off, or something you don’t like to read about, this might not be your cup of tea.

Non-fanfic Undertale fandom related material–

FNAF—

Solar Lunacy (Incomplete, Mature)

By BamSara

(I kept these two separate on the account they’re different fandoms, lol)

I was very briefly into the FNAF fandom, I only read a handful of fics— but Solar Lunacy really stuck with me!

Robots with trauma! An overly curious MC! I think what I like most about this, is how driven mc is? Usually it gets them into trouble, haha, but I love that troupe where the MC really puts themselves through the wringer looking for answers. (I.e like ford and bill from gravity falls.)

What’s not to love? For all you robot fans out there, it’s pretty sick! I’m sure if you dig deep enough on Bam’s tumblr you’ll find all their old DCA fanart, and draw parts from this fic.

Fair warning! Scary robots, the regular tags of the fnaf fandom (past child abuse/past child murder), robots don’t understand boundaries, maybe check the tags on this one, just in case.

Sleuth Jesters (Series!) (Complete, teen+ and mature ratings, depending on which fic in the series you’re reading.)

By naffeclipse (AO3)

This was the other FNAF fanfic that really stuck with me when I had the robot bug. (lol) I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m not overly into the whole ‘mafia boss’ side of self-ships, but if I had to choose one to read for the rest of time – it would definitely be this one. It’s like a detective noir, where mc is the vigilante who’s only law they follow is their grey moral code - but usually it’s for the good! So you can’t really feel to bad about that, haha.

Tbh it’s almost hard to verbalise what I like about it, it’s one of those fics that give you a feeling you can’t name, and it’s so frustrating to have this unnamed feeling you can’t quite pinpoint! (PLEASE tell me some of ya’ll know what i’m talking about!)

I feel so tragically for the MC, if that makes sense? They’re constantly putting themselves in harm's way for answers, and for others. They’re selfless, yet selfish, and they never let anyone too close, except for when they do. There’s some heavy themes and very toxic relationships, but there’s a happy ending!

Ahh warning for a very possessive, toxic robot, and kidnapping in later fics - i suggest you read the tags just in case! Bam is really good at tagging triggers accordingly,

Fair warning: blood and injury, very possessive character, toxic relationships (one sided), mention of injury, violence, kidnapping, guns, gunshot wounds, shootouts, broken bone- probably some more. I recommend checking the tags on this one as well, just to be on the safe side.

NSFW Below – Minors get out of here pls!

A quick mention, before I get into this–

I tried to check and make sure all the authors below are all well over 18, i’ve indicated which link has their age posted in their bio’s if you’d like to check for yourself. If I couldn’t find it, I made sure to be clear that I don't know.

Just doing some light housekeeping, here. You should also check the tags on each fic for what kinda . . . stuff it has, lol.

Play With Me (Incomplete, explicit rating)

By grimrester (AO3) / grimrester (tumblr/ age in bio here.)

Oh my god. Oh my god! For all you queers on the ace/aromatic spectrum just like me, this is the fic for you!

I could easily go back and read this again and again - tbh I already do. It’s plot with porn, and then it turns into porn with plot, but emotional! love the relationship between MC and Sans. There's something about their intimacy that’s so casual (maybe not the right word for what I mean,) but vulnerable, and realistic, but very enthusiastic and personal? I don’t think I even have the right words to properly and fully describe what all I like about this fic, but what I do know is that I like it a lot, haha.

I like that it shows sex and intimacy in a different way. I know it’s pretty common for undertale smut to have some kind of ecto junk involved - this one doesn’t. I personally, like the creativity involved in thinking different ways a person can get off that isn’t just penetration. (Don’t get me wrong, that’s in here too, but that comes a little bit later.)

I’m also s Big Fan of the sf sans interpretation here. It’s like a soft swapfell, one of my favourite version of him. I said it already, but there’s so many ways a person can go with his character, and I really really like the worldbuilding. It’s a nice subtle nod told through the characters. I love his relationship he has with Alphys, it all feels so incredibly in line with the character, even though he’s a swapfell version, he still does have some sort of friendship with her – even if to him it’s under a guise. To me, it’s one of those things that you can see the core traits that make him a sans, and that’s a hard needle to thread! Just an all around great character study.

ALSO, I think I have a particular penchant for MC’s with oddly specific niche jobs?? In my heart of hearts, Pixy’s (the name of the arcade MC owns in Play with Me) is like right next door to Faunas (the name of the pot store my MC owns in Into The Weeds.)

Warnings: i’m pretty sure this one is tagged accordingly on AO3, so i’m not going to tag it all here, just know there’s smut.

Something Good (Ongoing, Mature)

By skeletonlvr22 (AO3)

WARNING: No age in bio that I could find. This fic isn’t at the smut yet - but becuase of the 'eventual smut' tag, and for the sake of transparency, i’m letting you know. (I’m like 90% sure this person is an adult though, since there’s a tag thanking their husband for their help.) Do what you will with this info, you’ve been warned.

This is another one of my current reading obsessions lately!

I think i’m realizing I have a particular penchant for some of the lesser known au’s? (niche, I suppose?) Fellswap Gold Pap sets out on his own in only his trusty bus, to explore the surface above, away from the (over-) protective eyes of his brother.

This is the escape fantasy of my dreams. A stray skeleton on the adventure of his lifetime, seeing the sights and the city lights. The romance portion in the later chapters is so damn cute too, it’s very much the ‘first love’, type of romance that’s very sweet and charming. (also, c’mon, who doesn't love a coming of age story?) Love love seeing a Fellswap Gold fic, and a Papyrus based one, too! People are so damn creative, I never would've ever thought of this plot for a fic, but now that I know it’s real, I love it!I I’m really not kidding when I say it’s prime escape fantasy material - I think it would be the cats ass to have a van and travel across north america, thanks skeletonlv22 for letting me vicariously live through Pap in your fic. :)

Warning: Only the ones i’ve given at the top! It’s a very cute story. I put it in the NSFW section b/c of the eventual smut, there’s none in it now – although, they certainly are starting to get flirty.

Resisting the Currents (Ongoing, Explicit)

By timeofjuly (AO3) timeofjuly (Tumblr)

WARNING: No age in bio that I could find, but I’ve been chit-chatting with July for months now and i’m 99.99% sure they’re well above 18. It’s not my info to give out, and i’m trying to be transparent on my end, do with this info what you will!

Edit: age confirmed in the tags!

This is easily another fav of mine for sure.

Resisting the Currents is a reverse harem fic (with all the au’s!) but with a twist - the gf likes you too! It’s a refreshing take on the ‘reverse harem’ tag you see often in the undertale fandom - and holy shit, truly ‘only love can hurt like this.’ The relationship they have with the MC is so painful, verging on devastating. There’s love there! There is! But there’s also hurt, and a lot of it, the kind that doesn’t just go away, not on its own, anyway. I’m trying not to spoil too much, because I truly think you should read it for yourself.

But, Oh My God, their MC? Holyshit- I have a(n aforementioned) weakness for impressionable MC’s, oftentimes, I end up loving them more than the love interest in the fics. I can’t help it! The electrician is personable, relatable, and funny! They’re a lovable goofball with a rough past, with a history of doing the wrong things.They're recovering/recovered? (I’m not too sure which is the correct term, here,) drug addict, and they’ve come a long way! They’ve changed a lot, and I love love love to see that kind of realism in an MC.

If you’re reading RtC (which you should be,) you can 100% see me going apeshit in the comments trying to figure out what the elections and Quinn’s deal is. (ESPECIALLY chapter 11!

(Sorry if they’re not coherent, at one point, those theories made sense in my head, but looking back on them, I think they’re more so like the crazed ramblings of a conspiracy theorist, haha.)

This fic is in the NSFW section b/c it does have a chapter where two characters get it on, but i can’t say that’s what the whole story is about. I put it down here to be safe rather than sorry, haha.

Ahh, fair warning, there is past drug mention, and past abuse child abuse I think? Plus, a bit of mention of religion and the negative effects that can have on a person. Read the tags just to be safe!

Shark Teeth (Complete, Mature rating)

By luluwrites (AO3) skelezbian (Tumblr)

Warning: No age in bio that I could find. If it makes you feel any better, they joined AO3 in 2012, while I joined in 2016 and i’m 24 currently. I’m not good at math, but I think we’re all in the clear here. But like always, do with this info what you will!

I will say, this isn’t full on smut - it’s saucy, but I’m trying to keep anything suggestive, kinda together?

Not to divulge myself too furiously here, but uh–There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about Shark teeth. C’mon. Y'all get it, right? It’s just a funny, saucy little number! A funny moment that happens between couples that we get to see. There’s so many different interpretations on the fellswaps, (I know i’ve said it a lot,) but Lulu’s just happens to be one of my favourites interpretations!! Sf Sans is a very precarious character, and I think Lulu does a good job showing that the swaps can be written in a multitude of ways, he doesn’t just have to be the dickhead all the time, lmao. They really do a good job showing how he shines, y’know?

Warning: teeth and/or biting? Not full on smut, or anything, but it is saucy. So, take that into consideration.

The Fulfilling Ordeal of Being Known (Complete, explicit)

By nighttimepixels (tumblr) / // active on twitter lethalhoopla (age mention in bio here)

Ohhh, for all my sapphics out there – you’re going to love this.

Blade (fem horrortale sans, who’s apart of her ‘Lillytale’ au, a sapphic take on all the au’s,) and MC settling down for a nice night in, MC playing breath of the wild (BIG UPPS, great game, lol) while Blade plays some games of their own - hopefully you get the picture.

Just some great lady-lovin’ smut! Size difference! If you love the pillow princess treatment, this is the fic for you.

Warnings: (Lesbians? Queers?) really going to town on each other, def NSFW. Check the tags before reading, it’s nothing Dead Dove, or anything - just want you to be aware.

mothiepixie (tumblr / age in bio here)

mothiepixie (twitter, age in bio here too)

No fic to tag, but their art? AHHHHH. They’re more active on twitter than tumblr since The Ban, but ohhh their art is very, very good. Very great if you like fictional hunky men, and beautiful shapely ladies.

Warnings: tasteful (shameless) smut, you’ve been warned, lol

Woof. That was a lot of typing. If you made it this far, circle back to one of the recommendations above and get to reading!

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tommosgun · 2 years ago

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Thank you to @kingsofeverything for tagging me 😘

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

1. Most hits: Rise up like the sun

My actor Harry Dr Louis fic. I found this one the easiest to write by far. I’m not sure why it’s got 71,300 hits but I’m super proud of it. Love the characters in this one.

2. Second most kudos: King of wishful thinking.

My ‘Pretty Woman’ story. Harry the hooker, Louis the businessman. Written around Leeds, my home city. It has 1584 kudos. I’d love for more people to read it.

3. Third most comments: (so king of wishful thinking was third so I’ve cheated and gone to the second most comments which is) We are timeless

Harry is minor Royalty, Louis is in a band. They’d met years before in Ibiza and had this sweet but very brief encounter. Fast forward a few years and they meet again…

I love these characters and this story. My last fic written 🥺

4. Fourth most bookmarks: The light to guide me home.

My Vegas/instant attraction fic. Louis runs a bar, Harry is on holiday with the others and they stumble into Louis’ bar… it’s fun and smutty, yet feelings do develop.

5. Fifth most words: Can I lay by your side

Louis a Uni student and barman bumps into Harry in his local shop buying Vodka and looking lost. They bond over Harry’s weekend bucket list of getting drunk, getting laid and getting stoned. It’s quite angsty as they part ways, only to meet up six months later under very different circumstances.

My first proper fic and I do adore the characters.

6. Fewest words: Sugarpie honeybunch. (500 words)

We had to use keywords which were, Ice crystals, cooking and candle and use exactly 500 words.

Louis cooks mince pies for Christmas and gets in a bit of a mess...

7. ( there isn’t a 7 but I’m cheeky and want to add this one) Can I just be the same?

I agreed to be a pinch hitter and when I got my prompt I was scared shitless! It was vampire-y and totally NOT what I’m used to reading or writing. But the pics for the post were so gorgeous I just had to give it a go. It’s set in present times, Harry is the Vampire (of which we don’t really see much of this going on, only how it happened 🫣) Louis is in Law. They meet outside of a pub as Harry walks home from work and Louis is outside having a cig. There are flashbacks to Harry navigating his life around never getting older and therefore never putting down roots or having anyone in the world for him. He runs away as things become more difficult in his life and he starts again. Can Louis be the one to give him roots and a reason to stop running?

I’m going to tag @reminiscingintherain @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @indiaalphawhiskey @jacaranda-bloom @twopoppies

And absolutely anyone else. If you’ve already done it, sorry x

#fic writing #fic post #self promo

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theharrowing · 2 months ago

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OKAY THE EMOJI ASK GAME IS SO CUTE and i have a bunch (shocker to no one 😂)

📝😁👩‍🏫

and for the 👩‍🏫, i’d love to know about collateral taehyung and dollhouse hoseok 👀

also! is there a line or idea that you’re super excited about including in one of your wips that you’d be willing to tease us with?? 👀👀👀

💛💛💛💛

MG HELLO HELLO!!!

i feel like i have homework to do lolol CLASS IS IN SESSION 🤓🍎

📝 How many words do you have posted?

according to ao3, i have 1,364,039 words posted (lolol what the fuck??? this only applies to the fics i have not orphaned.)

😁What makes you happiest? New fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or Tumblr asks?

any kind of interaction makes me happy!!! especially when people send asks or comments. i love reblogs but it's the words attached to the reblogs that mean the most. i love to see how people react to my work and it helps a lot with deciding which directions to take and what to focus more on, etc.

👩‍🏫Pick a character and I'll tell you their favorite season and why.

Dollhouse Hoseok's favorite season is a tie between spring and fall. when he's not caught up obsessing over taken men and losing his mind body and soul to lust he really enjoys strolls with his husband under all of the blooming trees and changing leaves.

Collateral Taehyung thrives in sweltering hot and freezing cold, having never felt an extreme sensation that doesn't make his heart soar. but if he had to choose it would be summer. warm nights in the heated pool while his Jeonggukie is nearly naked with his pierced nipples and bloodshot eyes...heaven.

hmmmm................a line or idea to tease with. i suppose i could add a little snip from the 25th of Collateral, since she's already come up.

"Am I making the right choice?" you utter softly. Yoongi hums. "Only you can decide." "Hmm." You sigh, trying and failing not to spiral. But if you constantly question your choice, can it possibly be a good one? "Come and get me if I change my mind?" You look Yoongi in the eyes. This close they are dark blobs but they scrunch slightly as he smiles. "In a heartbeat, darling. You know I will."

THANKS 4 ASKINGGGGGGGGG!!! 😊😊😊 and for that precious yoongi akfhaskfhaskfha i would give him the world, your honor!!!

send me fic asks! 😍💌

#mgthecat #baby star candy 🐰✨💜#ask game #fanfic ask game #fic: dollhouse #fic: collateral #you've got mail 💌

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magic-shop-stories · 9 days ago

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Hello! 💜

First of all I wanted to say I love your work! I see you put much effort into your writing and I am personally amazed by the amount of details and the variety od perspectives/situations you include in your headcanons. I don't think I've ever read fan headcanons in any fandom as long as yours and it's so exciting for me to dive into your blog and your thoroughly thought out works! It's like a whole damn feast 🧡

Also I was thinking about requesting OT7 headcanons with genderfluid afab partner? Or nonbinary afab partner?

Like for example, how would they react to their partner's coming out? Or them trying various types of clothing/haircuts, wearing binder etc? Or, something about their partner complaining about their ex who didn't accepted/liked that part about them so it made reader feel anxious about their identity/trying neglecting it to more "fit in". Or! Their partner's bad days when they feel insecure about their body parts and their looks?

I know you already included some genderqueer motifs in your previous bi/pan partner headcanons (which I love btw!!! 💜) but I would love to also see something more gender identity-focused! I hope it's not too specific, please compose it the way you feel it ('cause in the end you should have fun writing it too, right? 🥰), some angst/mature content is also very welcomed if you would like to add some!!!

Thank you for everything and I hope you're doing well! And sorry for such long ask! Much love 💜💜💜

BTS OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary AFAB Partner Headcanons

Pairings: OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary!Reader (Individual Scenarios) Rating: (P)G-13 Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life Warnings: discussions of dysphoria, past emotional abuse (non-graphic), misgendering, mild swearing, references to past toxic relationships and dysphoria

💌 Reply:

holy shit, that was long... AND I LOVED EVERY WORD OF IT. 💜 first of all, THANK YOU for this incredibly thoughtful ask. I’m so sorry this took a while (my ADHD and i had a journey), but your request was perfection... i hope these headcanons hit the mark! i did worry i accidentally leaned too much into the AFAB/“used to be female” angle in some parts (gender is a galaxy, and i never want to imply otherwise 😭 so if i mess up feel free to reach out!)... also please let me know if any tweaks would make it feel more affirming. your kindness and clarity in this ask was soooo nice... you’re a gem. thank you again for trusting me with this. you’re the sweetest, and i’m sending you universe-sized love. keep shining 🌈✨ – c –🧸💜 PS: it's 4 a.m. pls someone send me to bed

BTS OT7 x Genderfluid/Nonbinary AFAB Partner Headcanons

NAMJOON

COMING OUT

"THE NOTE LEFT BETWEEN PAGES"

Scenario

you leave your journal open on his desk

half-finished entry about your shifting identity open

“Some days, ‘she’ feels like a sweater that doesn’t fit. Other days, I want to burn the closet entirely.”

His Reaction

doesn’t confront you immediately

spends hours researching genderfluidity

bookmarking essays by Alok Vaid-Menon

saving posts from nonbinary activists

slides a letter under your door (three days later)

“To My Favorite Mystery, I’ve been reading about constellations—how they’re just stories we tell about the stars. You’re like that - a story that changes with the night. I don’t need to ‘understand’ it to love the way it shines.Whenever you’re ready, I’d like to learn your pronouns. Until then, I’ll call you ‘beloved.’— Joon”

Aftermath

you find him reorganizing his bookshelf

he's creating a new section titled “Queer Theory & Other Truths.”

glances at you

dimples flashing

“Figured we could study together.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE ARMOR HE HELPED FORGE"

Scenario

your old binder is fraying at the seams

you’ve been too anxious to replace it

Namjoon notices during a lazy Sunday cuddle session

his fingers brushing the worn fabric

His Action

spends a week consulting trans-owned businesses

asking LGBTQ+ friends for recommendations

settles on a custom binder with a discreet inner pocket

presents it in a box lined with pressed flowers

“I'm not great with sizes, so… I measured your hoodies while you slept. Hope that’s not creepy.”

you model a sharp, androgynous suit

Namjoon’s breath hitches

“You look… dangerous. Like you could dismantle capitalism in that fit.”

Growth

starts using phrases like “gender euphoria” in interviews

crediting “someone who taught me language is a living thing.”

ARMY speculates

you flush when he winks

EX TRAUMA

"THE GHOSTS HE EXORCISES"

Scenario

late-night confession

you admit your ex weaponized your identity

calling it “attention-seeking”

His Response

his calm cracks

he paces

muttering in English

“Ignorant. Small.”

writes a poem titled “The Anatomy of a Coward”

recites it at an underground slam

lines like “You feared their light because you’d forgotten how to spark”

earning roaring applause

dedicates it to “everyone who’s been told they’re ‘too much.’”

Reassurance

finds your ex’s old hoodie

hidden in the back of your closet

burns it in the fireplace

“Let’s feed the flames something worthy.”

BAD DAYS

"THE NIGHT HE HELD THE UNIVERSE"

Scenario

dysphoric spiral leaves you dissociating in front of the mirror

tracing hips you wish would vanish

His Care

Silent Solidarity

doesn’t say “You’re beautiful”

just sits beside you

shoulder-to-shoulder

he whispers

“Bodies are just… rented spaces for the soul. Yours houses a supernova.”

Distraction Tactics

drags you to the Han River at 2 a.m.

reciting Whitman’s “Song of Myself”

you laugh at his dramatic gestures

“See? Even I feel awkward in this flesh sometimes.”

Legacy of Love

carves “You Are Enough” into a birch tree

“Now it’s legally binding. The forest says so.”

[P.S. He's the type that would 100% write a dissertation on gender theory just to see you smile...]

JIN

COMING OUT

"THE KIMCHI CONFESSION"

Scenario

you blurt it out mid-bite of his homemade kimchi jjigae

words tumbling loose after a glass of soju

“Jin, I… I don’t think I’m a girl. Not always, anyway.”

His Reaction

he freezes

ladle suspended over the pot

grins, wide and warm

“Yah, took you long enough! I’ve been calling you ‘my person’ in interviews for months.”

refills your bowl

voice softening

“But seriously… thank you for trusting me. Now, pronouns? I’ve got a Jin-ius guide to gender in my notes app.”

Aftermath

next morning, he texts you

“Daily Reminder 🔔:1. Coffee’s brewed ☕2. You’re iconic 🌟3. Let’s update your contact name! 👑”I will settle on “Worldwide My Person.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE RUNWAY HYUNG"

Scenario

you eye a tailored suit in a boutique window but hesitate

“What if I look… silly?”

His Action

drags you shopping

declaring himself your “stylist, hype man, and selfie photographer”

throws blazers, silk shirts into the mix

also a very questionable neon bucket har

“Trust hyung! You’ll slay and blind haters.”

notices your old binder digging into your ribs

“Yah, we’re upgrading!”

buys three new binders in secret

each wrapped like a luxury gift

“This one’s for dates, this one’s for naps, and this one’s for overthrowing capitalism.”

hosts a “Fashion Show Extravaganza” in your living room

struts in a matching suit

snapping pics for his “JIN & CO.” Instagram highlight

caption: “Main Character Energy 💅 (They/them slay).”

wears a dress for you

showing he doesn't care about your choice of clothes

Growth

starts a TikTok series: “Queer Fashion with Jin!”

featuring your outfits

fans lose their minds over the episode titled “How to Rock a Binder Like a Supermodel.”

EX TRAUMA

"THE RAMYEON RANT"

Scenario

you mention your ex’s “Why can’t you just be normal?” comment over late-night ramyeon

Jin’s chopsticks snap

His Response

“Normal? Normal is boring! Normal is unseasoned tofu!”

slams his fist

gently, because the table is expensive

“You’re spicy! You’re kimchi in a world of plain rice!”

sends your ex a anonymous delivery of extremely spicy noodles

“Enjoy the heat, trash human.”

takes you to a LGBTQ+ pride festival

dressed as genderbent Disney princes

“We’re both Cinderella now. Let’s traumatize every pumpkin.”

BAD DAYS

"THE SELF-CARE SAGA"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

curled up in his hoodie

hating the curves even fabric can’t hide

His Care

busts in with a “Jin’s Euphoria Kit”

face masks, a karaoke mic, tub of cookie dough

“Step 1: Sing Born This Way. Step 2: Eat feelings. Step 3: Profit.”

when the laughter fades, he cups your face

“You know what’s sexy? Existing. You know what’s not? Anyone who says otherwise.”

bakes a cake shaped like a binder

iced with “UR A SNACK.”

lets you smash it

“Stress relief and dessert? Hyung’s a genius.”

[P.S. Would 100% fight a homophobe with a spatula while quoting RuPaul’s Drag Race]

YOONGI

COMING OUT

"THE UNSPOKEN UNDERSTANDING"

Scenario

you mention offhandedly that you’ve started using they/them pronouns online

Yoongi pauses mid-sip of coffee

nods once

“Noted.”

next morning, casually corrects a barista who calls you “miss”

“They’ll take an iced americano.”

His Reaction

quietly bookmarks a guide to nonbinary identities on his phone

finds your preferred pronouns scribbled in his studio notebook weeks later

“They/them. Ask if today’s different.”

grumbles over late-night ramen

“You know I’m shit with words. But if anyone gives you hell, tell me. I’ll make their life a diss track.”

you find a new keyboard shortcut on his laptop

“Ctrl+Y” autocorrects “she” to “they.”

you tease him?

he shrugs

“Efficiency. Don’t overthink it.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE PRACTICAL PROTECTOR"

Scenario

you mention offhandedly that your binder feels restrictive during long days

Yoongi disappears into his studio for hours

emerging with a list of trans-owned brands and a gruff

“Pick one. My treat.”

His Action

buys two binders

one in your size

one slightly larger “for lazy days” (idk if it makes sense tho? help me, i own binders but i am shit at this)

leaves them on your dresser with a sticky note

“Breathe. Please.”

you model a boxy, oversized hoodie

Yoongi glances up from his laptop

eyes lingering

“You look… comfortable. Good.”

later adds:

“Hot, too. Obviously.”

Growth

starts keeping a first-aid kit in his studio with ace bandages and ice packs “for emergencies”

you don’t ask what “emergencies” means (but you know he saw the bruises you had before getting new binders)

EX TRAUMA

"THE FURY IN SILENCE"

Scenario

you confess your ex mocked your identity

calling it “cringe”

Yoongi’s jaw clenches

“Name. Now.”

you refuse

he spends the night pacing the studio

composing a track titled “Small Minds (Die Loud).”

His Response

samples your laughter into the song’s bridge

releases it anonymously (at first)

fans call it “a masterpiece of rage”

drags you to a cat café

“You’re not ‘cringe.’ You’re just… not for weak-hearted bitches.”

Aftermath

finds your ex’s Spotify playlist (he is still using your account)

adds the diss track to it

“Algorithm justice”

he smirks

you kick your ex off the account

BAD DAYS

"THE ANCHOR IN THE STORM"

Scenario

dysphoric episode leaves you staring blankly at the mirror

hands trembling

Yoongi wordlessly tosses his hoodie at you

“Too big for me. Looks better on you anyway.”

His Care

sits with you on the bathroom floor

shoulder pressed to yours

plays a soft piano melody on his phone

“Minuet in G” the first major song he ever learned

Growth

starts leaving post-its on the fridge

“Drink water.” “You’re a badass.” “Fuck mirrors.”

[P.S. Yoongi’s love language is 10% grumbling, 90% burning the patriarchy and haters for you.]

J-HOPE

COMING OUT

"THE DANCE OF TRUTH"

Scenario

you blurt it out mid-dance practice

breathless and sweaty after a particularly intense routine

“Hobi, I...I think I’m genderfluid.”

he freezes, still in a squat position

tilts his head like a confused puppy

His Reaction

grabs your hands and spins you into a gentle waltz without a word

“Fluid, huh? Like water?”

dips you dramatically

“Water can be a storm, a ripple, a tsunami. That’s badass.”

gifts you a prism necklace

“To catch all your colors. Even the ones you’re still finding.”

Aftermath

choreographs a duet titled “Fluid Motion”

your movements defy gendered roles

sometimes leading, sometimes following, always in sync

“This isn’t performance art. It’s us.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE FASHION SHOW OF SELF"

Scenario

you tentatively ask to borrow his clothes for a day

Hobi’s eyes light up like you’ve handed him a Grammy

His Action

drags you to his wardrobe

throwing sequined jackets, oversized hoodies, and silk scarves at you

“Try everything! Gender is a free vibe, baby!”

notices you eyeing his compression shirts

“Wait...these aren’t safe for binding.”

orders you a custom rainbow binder with “Hope World” embroidered inside

“Now your heart matches your soul.”

asks“What’s today’s theme?” each morning

styles you accordingly

on they/them days insists on matching neon tracksuits

“We’re twin flames! Literally!”

Growth

starts a series called “Fashion Without Borders”

showcasing gender-neutral looks

fans notice you modeling in every episode

EX TRAUMA

"THE SHADOW HE DISMANTLES"

Scenario

your ex’s voice echoes during a vulnerable moment

“You’re just confused. Pick a lane.”

His Response

drags you to a dance studio

“Confused? Let’s get confused.”

blasts Lady Gaga and freestyles wildly

pulling you into a chaotic, cathartic routine

“See? This is a lane. We’re drifting!”

dedicates his next solo stage to you

screen flashes “LOVE HAS NO LANES”

vogues in a sequined binder

breaks the internet

Reassurance

writes “You’re My North Star” on your palm before bed

“Even stars flicker. I’ll love every spark.”

BAD DAYS

"THE LIGHT HE RELIGHTS"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

burrowing into bed

Hobi arrives with a backpack labeled “Emergency Joy Kit.”

His Care

blasts “Candy” and does the choreography at 200% energy until you snort-laugh

“Dysphoria can’t survive this much cringe!”

gives you a “Glow Up” makeover

glitter beard, gemstone eyeliner

just whatever feels right

“You’re a goddess. No, a god. Wait..uhhh.”

creates a “Euphoria Playlist”

filled with songs about self-love

sings along off-key

grabbing your hands

“If you can’t dance yet, let me dance for you.”

Legacy of Love

paints a mural in your bedroom

= a phoenix rising with “Rebirth is a Daily Choice” beneath it

“For mornings when the mirror lies.”

[P.S. Hobi’s love language is 50% glitter, 50% hype-man energy.]

JIMIN

COMING OUT

"THE WHISPER THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING"

Scenario

you tell him during a quiet night in

curled up on his lap after weeks of rehearsals

your voice shakes as you confess

“I don’t think I’m… just a girl.”

His Reaction

Jimin stills

pulls you closer

arms a vise of warmth

“Thank you for trusting me...”

murmurs into your hair

later sends a voice note

“I’ve been thinking… I want to love you right. Teach me how.”

spends the night researching

leaving tabs open on your shared laptop

“How to support a genderfluid partner,” “Pronouns 101.”

Aftermath

next morning greets you with a sleepy smile and a new necklace

a tiny pendant of the genderfluid flag

“So the world knows who you belong to.”

teases you but his eyes are serious

“And who belongs to you.”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE GIFT WRAPPED IN GOLD"

Scenario

you’ve been eyeing a tailored suit for months but hesitate to splurge

Jimin notices (as he notices everything)

His Action

drags Taehyung to the boutique

describing your style in obsessive detail

“Tae, the shoulders need to sing. They’re a libra, okay? Balance is key.”

presents the suit in a velvet box

inside, a note

“Wear this, and watch me forget how to breathe.”

takes you dancing

matching your sharp lines with a silk shirt unbuttoned to his waist

“Let them stare...”

growls

spinning you under the lights

“You’re everything.”

Growth

starts tailoring his own stage outfits to complement yours

“Couple looks? Nah. This is soulmate couture."

EX TRAUMA

"THE SCARS HE KISSES BACK TO LIFE"

Scenario

you mention an ex who mocked your binder as “cute but pointless.”

Jimin’s smile dies

His Response

“Where do they live? I just wanna talk.”

in fact does not just wanna talk

at a fansign, a fan calls you “Jimin’s girlfriend.”

he corrects them sharply

“Partner. And they’re stunning, right?”

clip goes viral

Private Healing

tattoos your chosen name over his ribcage

“Now even my cells know who you are.”

BAD DAYS

"THE ALTAR HE BUILT IN YOUR HONOR"

Scenario

wave of dysphoria leaves you dissociating

staring blankly at the shower wall

Jimin finds you

water long gone cold

His Care

dries you with a heated towel

humming “Serendipity.”

dresses you in his softest hoodie

“My clothes fit you better anyway.”

lights candles

massages your scalp with rose oil

“This body carried you to me. Let me worship it.”

texts the group chat: “Canceled today. My person needs me.”

ignores the “😏” replies

Growth

starts a Notes app list

“100 Ways to Say ‘You’re Divine’ Without Words.” #1: Tracing the Venus symbol over your heartbeat

[P.S. Jimin would 100% start a gender-neutral skincare line called “Fluid Glow” just to watch you thrive]

TAEHYUNG

COMING OUT

"THE CANVAS OF TRUTH"

Scenario

you confess during a midnight walk through a neon-lit art district

voice trembling as you gesture to a mural of a faceless figure dissolving into rainbows

“That’s how I feel sometimes. Like I’m… everywhere and nowhere.”

His Reaction

Taehyung stops

tilts his head

pulls out his phone

for a heart-stopping moment, you think he’s distracted

he shows you a gallery of photos he’s secretly taken of you over the years

“This is you reading, scowling at coffee, laughing in the rain. You’re never nowhere. You’re… a thousand somewheres.”

grins, eyes crinkling

“And I want to love all of them.”

Aftermath

gifts you a polaroid camera the next day

“Let’s document every version of you. Even the ones that feel blurry.”

first shot?

you mid-laugh, bathed in streetlight, with the mural as your backdrop

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE ARTIST’S MANNEQUIN"

Scenario

you hesitantly try on a binder with a cropped blazer

unsure of the androgynous look

Taehyung, who’s been “casually” sketching at the kitchen table, drops his charcoal

His Action

drags you to a vintage shop

pulling pieces off the rack like a curator.

“This velvet vest? Yes. These combat boots? Double yes.”

makes you strut down the aisle like a runway

stays up sewing a patchwork jacket with they/them embroidered inside the collar

“So you carry your truth even when you don’t say it.”

stages a photoshoot in a sunflower field

capturing your gender euphoria in golden-hour light

posts one shot anonymously: “Muse: Beyond Binary.”

Growth

starts a secret Instagram for your outfits

captioned with your favorite poetry snippets

you discover it when ARMYs DM you: “WHO IS THIS MYSTERY ICON??”

EX TRAUMA

"THE PAINT OVER PAIN"

Scenario

you mention your ex’s cruel jab:

"You’re just confused, pick a lane.”

Taehyung’s playful grin fades

His Response

disappears into his studio

returns with a canvas splattered in black paint

“This is them.”

hands you a brush

“Now cover it with your colors.”

takes you to a bridge at dawn

makes you shout your name into the wind

then toss a rock labeled “EX’S OPINIONS” into the river

“Gone. Like that.”

paints your nails with tiny galaxies

“So every time they tried to shrink you, you remember you’re infinite.”

BAD DAYS

"THE MUSEUM OF SOFTNESS"

Scenario

dysphoria claws at you after a misgendering incident

you retreat to bed

curtains drawn

His Care

builds a pillow fort strung with fairy lights

projects Kiki’s Delivery Service onto the ceiling

“No talking. Just… exist with me.”

kneads dough for bibimbap wraps

guiding your hands to mold it

“Feel that? You’re shaping something real. Just like your heart.”

sketches you as a mythic creature

part human, part storm

writes beneath it

“This is how I see you. Uncontainable.”

[P.S. Tae would 100% paint your pronouns on his sneakers “for fun” and accidentally start a fashion trend]

JUNGKOOK

COMING OUT

"THE TEXT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING"

Scenario

you send him a late-night text after weeks of anxiety

“I think I’m genderfluid. Some days ‘she’ feels wrong. Is that… okay?”

His Reaction

Jungkook reads it mid-workout

nearly dropping his dumbbell

replies immediately

“Ofc it’s okay. Wait... are you crying? Should I come over?”

before you respond, he’s at your door

mismatched socks, hair sweaty, eyes wide

“I don’t get it yet.”

admits it

“ I’ll learn. Teach me?”

Aftermath

spends nights scrolling LGBTQ+ forums

saving posts like “How to Support a Genderfluid Partner.”

you find his search history: “genderfluid vs nonbinary” “best pronouns to use” “how to not be a dumb boyfriend”

prints a pronoun chart and tapes it to his fridge

“Hyung helped me color-code it...”

CLOTHING/BINDERS

"THE MISTAKE THAT MADE HIM A HERO"

Scenario

you mention your binder feels tight

Jungkook, trying to help, throws it in the wash

too hot

shrinks it

His Action

races to Taehyung/ Jin for advice

“Hyung, I broke their soul armor! Fix it!”

drags you shopping

credit card in hand

“Pick five. No, ten. And this.”

adds a leather harness to the pile

grinning

“For when you wanna feel like a rockstar.”

you model a binder under an open flannel

Jungkook stares

cheeks pink

“You look… dangerous. In a good way.”

Growth

learns to hand-wash binders

leaving them to dry next to his gym towels

“Priorities...”

EX TRAUMA

"THE NIGHT HE BECAME A SHIELD"

Scenario

you confess your ex mocked your identity

“You’re just confused.”

His Response

Jungkook slams his water bottle down

“Where do they live? I’ll educate them.”

traces your jaw

voice trembling

“You’re not confused. You’re… magic.”

tattoos a tiny genderfluid flag on his arm

“So every time I look in the mirror, I remember to fight for you.”

BAD DAYS

"THE GYM SESSION THAT FIXED NOTHING (AND EVERYTHING)"

Scenario

dysphoria hits hard

you cancel plans

curled up in his hoodie

His Care

challenges you to a Just Dance marathon

“Winner picks dinner! Loser wears the binder!”

he lets you win

finds you staring at the mirror

“Hey.”

stands behind you

hands hovering

“Can I…?”

traces your shoulders (if you nod)

“This body carried you to me. That makes it perfect.”

builds a “Bad Day Kit”

= protein bars, weighted blanket, USB of his unreleased song “Euphoria (Your Version)”

[P.S. His love language is 50% gym selfies and 50% tearful vulnerability - but secretly.]

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