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catscidr · 6 months ago

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// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //

i. note — sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (´ཀ`」 ∠) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys •ᴗ�� comments and asks are appreciated hehe ii. includes — blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw — slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc — 1,9k

blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.

you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say he’s a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just… don’t really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasn’t the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anyways– it’s rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.

you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesn’t let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he gets— acting as if he were your literal shadow— glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. you’ve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesn’t scare off the cashiers.

the second you get home he’s all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because you’re so familiar with blade’s impatience.

he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. blade’s growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.

“do you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,” with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.

your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from blade’s grip— to no avail.

he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “i might just need to mark you for extra precaution,” he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.

“b-blade, y’can’t- ah,” he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.

he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.

“shit, wanna fill you. wanna… have everyone know they can’t have you. you’re mine, mine to love ‘n mine to fuck,” you’re not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.

you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks blade’ll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you can’t really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?

gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lot— not because he’s possessive, but because he’s extremely protective of you.

the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepard’s soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesn’t hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.

it’s a full-time job and he’s working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off… wherever, without a care in the world— because he took care of everything!

he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesn’t have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.

but poor geppie, he’s always taking care of you; so take care of him, won’t you?

every so often you’ll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.

though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.

“ah ah, no touching, remember?” you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepard’s cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.

“c-come onn. just… jus’ wanna kiss…” and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.

the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himself— at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.

“i’m… i’m close again, g- aah, please, please…!” he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner to— gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. “cum whenever you want sweet boy,” you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.

sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.

“geppie, your han-“ he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so you’re now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepard’s tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.

“‘ts my turn now,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.

boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid you’ve ever seen (not that you’ve seen many, or at all). but he’s made your life so fun so you can’t be too mad at him

he’s always dragging you out of bed to go do something— could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesn’t matter because he’ll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!

you’re glad he’s friendly, because you’re not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).

boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someone’s child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. they’ll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and he’ll do it happily, or he’ll even… teach them how to beat people up.

(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothill’s side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)

he also loves to help you out, even though he’s not the greatest at household chores— but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever he’s on dinner duty. he just… really sucks at everything else.

it’s… mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, he’s picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. he’s fixing your bed? nuh uh, you’re throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.

so, with all of these accidents happening because he’s just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.

“booth-aah, w-wait, you’re being too…!” you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.

“don’t tell me y’re tapping out.. haa, already!” boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climax— the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.

you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.

watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.

“gonna cu-uum…” you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is ripped out of him in consequence to yours. boothill’s fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.

you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothill’s ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.

“so… got another round in ya?”

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renx01 · 4 months ago

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Playing Along - Part 6

Prompt: “Just play along, please” inspired this multiple part fic, in which agent Galahad and Kay are on a mission together in the French Alps. Here, they have to pretend to be a couple, despite the two of them being rivals and Kay always wanting to beat him at everything. Pairing: Harry Hart x Kingsman!Reader Fandom: Kingsman Tags/Warnings: fake dating, slowburn, rivals Word count: 1712

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The snow falls slowly as you trek through the thick layer that rests on the ground. Galahad, who’s walking in front of you, seems to know where he’s going, so you’re trusting your colleague to lead the way. It’s quiet, save for the crunch you hear with each of your steps. You’re enjoying this quite a bit, there’s a sense of peace you haven’t felt in quite a while, not since before you joined Kingsman. The snowy mountains are a place where you have always been able to find peace, but it hasn’t been the same the past few years. Yet, somehow, this time around it seems somewhat normal again, despite you being here on a mission with a colleague you weren’t particularly fond of beforehand. It’s as if the two of you have finally found a way to work together and appreciate each other for the agents, no people, you are.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Galahad offering you a hand to get up a ledge. ‘Cam.’ Thanking him, you gratefully accept it. He pulls you up with such ease that you almost fall into him, but he catches you in time, holding you closely. ‘Careful now, we wouldn’t want you getting injured.’ He says and shows a genuine smile. ‘Sorry Harry, I can be a bit of a clutz sometimes.’ You smile back sheepishly. ‘Now, now, I wouldn’t say that.’ He calmly lets go of your waist once you seem like you’ve found your footing again. ‘You’re quite skilled in the field, and apparently on skis as well, both of which you need good coordination for. So, I wouldn’t really qualify you as a clutz.’ Before you’re able to respond to the compliment, he turns around and starts walking again. Looking over his shoulder, he tells you that you’re almost at the destination, and you follow quickly.

After about ten more minutes of walking, you reach a plateau on the mountain your chalet is located on the bottom of. ‘We’re here.’ Harry states and he smiles at you before motioning you to turn around. When you do, you’re met by a beautiful white landscape that surrounds you. To your right, you see the little building you’re staying in, while there’s a pine forest in front of you and to your left. As you overlook it, you spot a frozen waterfall in the distance. The valley truly looks quite beautiful in the blanket of snow that covers it. Hearing the man behind shift and put down the backpack he’d been carrying, you turn to him to see him pulling out a thermos. ‘How did you find this place Harry? It’s beautiful.’ He looks up at you from his crouched position. ‘I have my ways.’ He smirks. ‘Now I cannot go around revealing all my secrets, can I? That wouldn’t be very fun.’ You laugh at that last comment, thinking back to the previous night, when you’d told him something similar. ‘A cup of tea for you dea- Cam?’ Choosing to ignore the strange stop before he said your name, you happily accept his offer. Pouring two cups, he hands you one of them, before putting the thermos back into the bag. Upon taking a sip, you realise he’s chosen an Earl Grey Breakfast blend, one of your favourites on days such as these. The two of you stand there next to one another, looking out at the beautiful nature and a warm cup of tea in hand. You let the calm wash over you and close your eyes while you slowly drink the beverage. Minutes pass before either of you says anything, hesitant to interrupt such a perfect moment. Yet, Harry eventually does, asking whether the tea he’d chosen is to your liking. Nodding, you affirm that it is. You didn’t mind him interrupting the silence, even appreciating the baritone of his voice. Something within you seems to have changed, you note as the interaction continues. Unable to pinpoint what it is exactly, you focus on your conversation with him instead. Upon finishing your tea and handing the taller man your cup, you note that you should probably start heading back to the cabin; since it’s already past three o’clock. You do so, but rather than having harry walk in front of you, he now walks beside you, conversing about different topics, ranging from sports and art to the most recent political scandal. The Conservative Party had recently taken a considerable hit in popularity after a rumour about David Cameron and a pig’s head started going around. Knowing what sort of people he’d been associated with throughout his studies at Oxford, you wouldn’t be too surprised if it’s confirmed to be true. Harry wholeheartedly agrees and voices his disgust with such traditions saying, ‘such behaviour is repugnant to any reasonable person and should not be considered as part of our vast and diverse array of traditions.’

The hike down the mountain turned out to be more fleeting, arriving back at the cabin thirty minutes earlier than anticipated. You unlock the front door and walk in before sitting down to take off your boots. They’d held up exceptionally well considering the amount of snow you’d walked through and stood in. Harry follows suit and sits down next to you after closing and locking the front door. His shoulder touches yours as he leans forward to undo the laces of his boots. Once you’ve taken them off, you stand up and take off your coat as well. Quickly, you put the items away before turning around and looking at your colleague, who’s just stood up and is unzipping his jacket. ‘I wanted to thank you.’ His eyes meet yours; they’re soft, but unreadable to you. ‘It was my pleasure being able to take you.’ Taking his coat from him, you hang it up next yours. ‘But I do, Harry. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gone out, despite the weather actually being quite nice. So thank you. Really.’ You smile shyly. He opens his mouth to answer, but nothing seems to come out before he closes it again, deciding it’d be enough to smile, although a bit sheepishly. His eyes do not leave yours though, and eventually a somewhat tense silence settles between you. There isn’t much space and the hallway seems to become smaller. You’re awfully aware of the heat that radiates off him and how close he actually is to you. His right hand slowly itches closer to your left, until his fingertips finally touch yours. Meanwhile his other hand ghosts somewhere near your hip, but he seems hesitant as he starts leaning closer to you. Shifting your hand, your fingers move between his and you hold his hand tenderly. What feels like a few very tense minutes pass when his forehead finally rests onto yours and your noses are so close they’re about to touch. You feel that he’s about to kiss you; and you want him to. Desperately. However, the moment is interrupted by your phone ringing. You answer, pretty annoyed but you don’t let it show in your voice. ‘Hello, this is Kay speaking.’ You’re met by a deep, Scottish voice. ‘Hello Kay, Merlin here. I was wondering if you and Galahad have returned to the cabin yet.’ You signal to the man, who has now given you some space to answer the phone but is still holding you closely, that it’s the, as you lovingly call him (and very much to his annoyance), wizard. ‘We did just now, we were about to call you.’ ‘Hm- Alright, thanks. We’ll keep in touch, but just get some rest today. Nothing’s really come up and for now it’s mostly just a waiting game.’ You huff, but before you can say anything, Harry moves your hand that’s holding the phone with his so that the phone is at his ear. ‘Thank you for your concern Merlin.’ His accent seems thicker and his voice deeper than usual. ‘We’ll be contacting you tomorrow morning then, unless something of grave importance comes up.’ You can hear the Scot’s response, but you’re not listening; too focused on the fact that Harry’s started slowly closing the distance between you again. You feel him grab your phone from your hand and see him break eye contact to hang up.

‘Now where were we?’ He whispers after putting away the phone and locking his eyes with yours once again. Your response is grabbing the back of his neck and kissing him passionately. Letting go of your hand, he grabs your waist with both his hands. Slowly, he starts becoming more dominant in the kiss and you feel yourself hit the wall behind you. Your free hand moves and settles itself in his brown, slightly curly, hair. As you continue, the pull you’d felt only becomes stronger and no matter how close he is to you, it doesn’t feel quite close enough. His movements continue to be controlled, yet they have a frantic nature to them. He pulls you closer, making the barrier of your thick clothing blatantly obvious to you. Just as one of your hands starts slipping down his back and slightly tugging up the fabric of his turtleneck, he pulls away. ‘Cam-’ he starts saying something but you interrupt him by feverishly planting your lips on his once again. He responds in the same manner, but pulls away again after a while. ‘Cam.’ He moves his hands onto your shoulders and holds you at a distance. ‘Wait, please.’ His eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. ‘Bloody hell, you’re stunning.’ One of his hands moves to cup your face. ‘I need to know that you want this; that you’ll want me after tonight.’ What he’s saying is slowly being processed in your head. ‘I’ll be yours if you’ll have me. And you’ll be mine if I have your consent.’ You nod quietly and try to lean in again, but he stops you. ‘I need you to use your words, dear.’ Words start flowing out of your mouth. ‘Yes Harry, I want this. I want you, need you. Desperately, even-’ This time he is the one that interrupts you.

‘Gods. Then I’ll be yours.’

He says before kissing you even more urgently and hungrily than before.

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Note: Hey everyone! sorry for the very much delayed update. I seem to have fallen ill and haven't been well for the past few weeks. Alas, I was feeling better today and finally managed to finish part 6. There's a few Sherlock fics and Kingsman one-shots coming up in the (hopefully) near future as well. Hope you enjoyed this part though... I just felt I had to let them kiss haha.

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johnslittlespoon · 5 months ago

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accidentally just created my own buckbucky college au oops (i love college aus tho, this was far overdue tbh) so here's like ~2k words of (semi–nsfw) drabble that i wanna turn into a oneshot/series :-)

thinking about modern au pre–established relationship buckbucky who meet in their first year of college because they apply to an ad to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus, complete strangers save for a few texts back and forth until move in day.

they become fast friends despite how opposite they are, john being a cliche frat boy type (but subverting expectations by majoring in something english–related? waxing secret poetry about his 'obvious as the sun to everyone but gale' crush on his roommate lol) and gale being a studious math/science major, no interest in parties or campus culture. pining aside, everything's just fine until:

john does something stupid a few months into the school year and ends up spraining/breaking his dominant arm– probably wipes out trying to ride his bike home to his and gale's apartment while drunk after a party. gale gets a call at midnight from a sheepish john asking if he can come drive him to the hospital, and of course he does, though after his initial concern when he picks john up at the side of some random street, he's fuming at john's idiocy.

"you could've rode into traffic, john. jesus, you're gonna give me a stroke one of these days, you gotta start using your brain more." and john's drenched in cold–sweat from pain as he cradles his arm to his chest, head tilted back against the headrest and trying not to curse out every red light as his head spins, but he still cracks a weak smile and says "c'mon buck, you'd be bored if i started using my brain." gale glances over and the stern look is enough to shut john up.

this injury leads to gale having to help him with certain tasks for a bit, like shaving his face, brushing his teeth, doing his hair, tying shoes, etc. john's stubborn the day after, independent to a fault, refusing to ask for help, and gale watches with mild amusement/hidden winces, not wanting to push because he knows by now it'll only make john dig his heels in. gale only decides that enough is enough when he's walking past the half–open bathroom door the next afternoon and suddenly hears a sharp inhale and a stream of profanities and pokes his head in to find john's cut his jaw trying to shave with his left hand.

the intimacy and domesticity of it all– john pretends he's inconvenienced, but once he realizes this means he gets to stare at gale's focussed face up close as he sits on the bathroom counter and gale stands between his legs carefully shaving away his stubble, he's a lot less reluctant to accept help. but being that close to gale's face and being able to unabashedly study his long lashes and the curve of his lips is dangerous for john's lack of impulse control, barely keeping his pining under wraps from the moment they'd met, let alone with this newfound proximity they have to fall into the routine of.

so john has fun being a shithead on purpose during these moments, both to distract his yearning brain and for his own entertainment, just yapping away while gale's frustratedly trying to grab him by his jaw and hold him still for five seconds. biting down on the toothbrush when gale's trying to do a proper job of brushing his teeth so gale has to wrestle it away like he's playing tug of war with a dog, being an asshole and jerking his shoe to the side while gale's doing up his laces for him, heart leaping at the thrill he gets from gale's touches getting firmer when he's fed up, or from being pinned by irritated blue eyes.

he has no idea gale's pining just as hard, because gale's a master of concealing emotions in thanks to a very different upbringing than john's, and because while gale doesn't hide his queerness, he's not as open with it as john is. but gale's losing his mind just as much each time john needs his help, and the way he feels his self control slipping scares him.

this little dance around each other probably comes to a peak when john's being extra difficult one day while gale's trying to tame his wild curls for him. gale's got john pressed back against the bathroom counter with a scowl, working his gelled fingers through thick dark hair, and john can barely think straight because oh, has he ever spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about gale's hands in his hair under very different circumstances.

john's got a grin so big it near splits his face in half as he purposefully leans out of gale's reach, pulling every annoying thing he can think of because if he focuses too hard on gale's motions, he's gonna pop a very inconvenient boner with no hope of concealing it from gale with the way he's pressed up against him.

but gale's got twenty minutes until his next class and it's a ten minute walk from their apartment, and he's at the end of his rope, so he finally snaps and without giving it a second thought he closes the last bit of distance between them to grab at the back of john's hair, and he pulls, hard.

the smile slides off john's face as his mouth falls open and his hips reflexively jerk forward and whatever scolding gale was about to give him dies in his throat because holy shit. there's a few seconds where both of them just stare at each other wide eyed with their hearts pounding, john internally spiralling because he thinks he's just fucked everything up, gale internally spiralling because oh my god, he hasn't been misreading john's behaviour around him.

gale whispers a "fuck" and, more impulsive than he's ever allowed himself to be, goes in for the kiss, hand still tight in john's hair, and john whines into his mouth and his hands fly to gale's waist and everything gets heated really quick– until gale pulls away with a gasp for breath, both of them panting, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. and then gale's ducking out of the bathroom and grabbing his backpack from the entry way and all but sprinting out of the apartment.

john's left standing there harder than he's ever been in his life but also panicking because he's not sure whether he's fucked up or whether gale's just overwhelmed, because he knows gale well enough to know he likes his space when big things happen.

but gale also knows john well enough to know how big of an overthinker he is; they've probably had to work through some incidents where their communication styles have clashed over the few months they've been roomies. so after his hands stop shaking enough while he's walking to campus, he types out a message to john letting him know 'I'm all good. Sorry for running, was gonna be late for class and panicked. Talk later, yeah?'

and john sighs in relief, texts back a 'np. sounds good :)' and then promptly shoves a hand down his pants and comes embarrassingly quick with the sting of gale's hands in his hair still fresh in his mind.

they talk things out somewhat, blahblahblah plotting problem for future me, but they're both shy and awkward around each other for a bit, which is so out of character for john and how obnoxiously flirty and loud mouthed he normally is.

so maybe what finally breaks them out of this tiptoeing around each other after a few days is something stupid– specifically, john ends up pent up and frustrated because trying to get off with his left hand just isn't doing it for him. and he's one of those 'once a day minimum' guys, so this isn't something he can just ignore; finds his temper is shorter, and he can't focus as well, etc. drama queen.

either gale comments on it lightheartedly and john blurts out his problem unthinkingly, or john makes an offhand joke about it, and gale thinks john's lack of impulse control is starting to rub off on him, because after a beat of silence, he gets out an "i can help."

john's head snaps over to look at him so fast he feels like he gives himself whiplash, eyes comically rounded, wondering if he's heard gale wrong or if gale's making a rare flirtatious joke. gale blinks back at him, looking just as surprised, tips of his ears going a little pink, but he doesn't laugh or throw in a 'only kidding!'

mumbles a "y'know, if you want," second guessing himself as if what happened in the bathroom a few days before isn't in john's top three best things that have ever happened to him list. john gets out a "yeah– yeah, i want," uncharacteristically nervous, and gale nods, turning his attention back to his laptop. and john just stands there in the kitchen, flabbergasted, shifting uncertainly.

works up the courage to shyly ask, "like. now? or." and he feels like he's never fumbled the bag so hard in his life, unable to remember the last time he's felt shy when talking about sex–related stuff, realizes just how bad his crush on gale's gotten. beyond a crush, at this point. and it makes it worse that gale's so nonchalant now, humming to himself as if in deep thought before saying "later. i've gotta get this assignment done."

john loses his mind over those next few hours, trying to be patient and give gale space to focus, but he's half hard the whole time and can't think about anything other than what gale means by 'helping'. gale can sense his impatience from the other side of their apartment, and he can't help the way it makes him smile to himself, having fun teasing john without even needing to do anything, and without john knowing it's fully intentional.

unfortunately this arrangement, however it plays out, probably leads to a lotta miscommunication and repression of feelings, because they're both dumb boys who suck at communicating, neither one of them wanting to ruin a good thing (aka an inevitable friends with benefits situation) by bringing up their feelings for the other. but there's plenty of hot sex and light kink exploration in the meantime, and eventually they sort their shit out, likely by accident like every other situation they've stumbled into together.

and not to cliffhang pre–smut, but i'll leave it there because this is way too long and if i do turn it into a oneshot i don't wanna write it all out of my system into this drabble before it makes it into a fic loll <3

#jls buckbucky college au #johnslittlespoon aus #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon writes #me when i'm meant to be getting to asks and end up with a whole new au/oneshot idea sigh #not proofread bc i'm Lazy (need to get back to fic writing)#would this be service!top/sub!top john and powerbottom/dom!bottom gale supremacy? absolutely #(ofc until gale inevitably talks john into letting gale finger him one day– it doesn't take much convincing lbr. john's whipped)#(and john discovers he likes that a LOT too <3)#anyway. not like i needed another wip/au added to the list LOL but the broken arm idea worked its way into my brain a few weeks ago #and tonight it finally fleshed itself out into whatever this is. sidetracking me from my original task but oh well xo #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #clegan

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I have to rave about @dlbookediting's work!

I sent her over a copy of my upcoming book, Pride Before a Fall, for a final once-over before the ARC release. Dominique was incredibly thorough, even taking the time to double back and ensure that her comments were consistent. She even went ahead and read the first book, 9 Years Yearning, without prompting so that she was fully caught up.

What I especially appreciated about Dominique's comments was her ability to offer solutions that strengthen my voice rather than change it.

Her suggestions considered both my narrative vision and readers' needs. As writers, it's so easy for us to get caught up in what we want our text to look like without thinking of our readers, but Dominique seamlessly bridged the gap between my intention and an audience's experience.

I loved her reactions to the writing, as this is so helpful for knowing what potential readers may find intriguing. These small comments can be quite the ego boost, and I was glad that she sprinkled them in with her thoughtful critique.

She also caught inconsistencies that I hadn't even considered, explaining in depth while they may throw readers off without dictating what I could do. This is just one example of her methodical approach:

At times, I can get a bit too ornate and experimental, but Dominique gently brought me back down to earth, ensuring that I didn't leave my readers confused.

From her comments, I could tell that she had thoroughly pondered every single word and its total impact on the text. It's rare to find an editor with such a keen eye and a true appreciation for their client's work. Her work felt much like a dedicated seamstress gently mending any tears in a tapestry, ensuring it shines just as the creator intended.

I'm deeply grateful for her help in sprucing up Pride Before a Fall right in time for its ARC release, and I strongly encourage you giving her services a try!

You can also check out Dominique at @philosophika and read pieces of her novel-in-progress over at @thesorcerersapprentice!

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qkayoostudio · 8 months ago

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available for art commissions & editing work!

Hi dear friends,

I've given my carrd a much needed update! You can now find all my commission info on there, as well as my editing/proofreading/sensitivity work.

I'm available for character commissions, sprite work, CGs, and promo art. I'm also happy to do concept art or commercial work; if you're interested in either of these please get in touch! Prices on these may vary opposed to what is listed in my Terms of Service.

...And there's my editing services! If you're interested, please give it a read. For any questions/inquiries, please reach me at [email protected]!

Thanks so much for taking a look! 💖

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owlbearwrites · 1 year ago

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that's one fine-looking manuscript you've got there

tl;dr: if you've got a book in the works, I want to proofread and/or edit it; I'm good at what I do, and because I'm building a new business from the ground, my rates are on a sliding scale that will put a Slip'n'Slide to shame; message for deets; trust me, I'm more scared of you than you are of me.

This isn't a pitch. (Although I never could resist a douchey post title.) This is just me reaching out to fellow writeblrs, with a so-informal-I-had-to-blur-my-zoom-background offer/request.

If you have a manuscript in the works, I want to proofread and/or edit it. Maybe you're planning to self-publish, maybe you want to score a small press, maybe you want to pitch to agents. Heck, maybe you're book-binding a fic and want it to be as shiny as it gets! Whatever you're planning to do with your book and whatever your budget is, I want to help.

I'm starting my own business as an independent editor. It's something I've wanted to do for a very long time, and last week, my steady freelance writing gig of eight years folded in the scope of one afternoon due to corporate shenanigans (yay, capitalism!), and I figured: if I was looking for a sign, that was it.

I'm a good writer, and also a good editor. I have an eye for detail, an ear for language, and a butt for staying in the chair until the job is done. Also, thanks to my deep roots in fanfic, I've got a ton of skill points in characterization, voice and the ability to match a story's style and vibe.

I've been writing and editing my own and other people's work for the best part of 15 years now, but because a lot of it was ghostwriting, putting together a portfolio is going to take some time. Having an editor or proofreader credit on a handful of titles that are finished and out there would make a world of difference: which is why, if you take a chance on me at this so-early-it's-still-late stage, you'll get a very low price, very good service, and a fiercely loyal word wrangler on your side for years to come.

This is where I should sign off with an enthusiastic call to action. I've tried a bunch and deleted them all. I know you're supposed to project confidence at times like this, but I've written way too much marketing copy in my day, and being fake on the page makes me queasy. I like being honest, and the honest thing is, I'm trying something I've wanted to do for a long time, and I'm excited, and also scared. Starting a new thing is hard, but I know I can do a good job if a handful of people give me a chance. So if you're one of them, message me, and I will treat your words with the care that they deserve. I am a writer myself, after all. I know words are precious. I know stories matter. I want to help you tell yours.

Thank you. 💛

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