#and angst babey!! i wrote some angst

[djarinova]

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

tobio kageyama x gn!reader content - angst, established ish relationship, possible breakup, ambiguous ending, lack of communication (bad), slight oc characterisation - snake divider by @/saradika words - 700 reputation event masterlist

♡—you've been dating for almost 6 months, so why won't he just let you help him? why won't he talk to you for gods sake!

Tobio Kageyama is the type of guy that has trouble asking for help—whether it stems from someone in his childhood who always insisted he be the best, or from some later wound that he still doesn't have a name for. Not that it mattered to him. He's perfectly able, and willing, to push through on his own, forging his own way by fire and ice, not caring for the after affects that his own self confidence—or self destruction—could have. There's no need to bother voicing what he can only assume is a stupid question, letting himself get ridiculed and mocked, only to not even get a straight solution to his problem. No, he could get it solved himself, no help necessary.

And that was just something you'd have to get used to.

And you have, you've gotten very used to it. You try and try and try to help him, to offer what you think he might need, to fill in the gaps as best you can without so much as a word from the man himself. But it's tiring. And you're too exhausted.

“Tobio, please, just… talk to me.” It's a fool's game, asking him to let you in, but you refuse to give up. Always thinking that next time he'll ask for help, next time he'll let you in, let you past those final few walls.

It's not as though he point blank refuses your help when you offer. But it's hard to offer help when you don't know what he needs. Advice? A solution? Just an ear to listen? If he would only tell you.

“It's not a big deal. I'm fine.” He says, face blank and eyes refusing to meet your gaze.

You sigh. You thought… you really did… you thought he was getting better, that the two of you were getting better. You thought that he knew he could be open with you, vulnerable with you, and that there would be no negative reactions, no snide remarks or exaggerated eye rolls. You've both spoken about your teen years, and what it was like for you growing up, it's typical getting to know someone stuff, you've shared and listened to whatever Tobio gave you.

You sigh again, shallower this time—defeated. You and Tobio have been dating for almost 5 months now. Christ, you've even got plans for him to meet your family at the end of month, properly meet them, not just a quick hello and goodbye, but dinner plans. And jokes. And chatting. And not just your parents either, but your brother, and his girlfriend too, and your cousin! Maybe that would help… seeing you laughing and talking and sharing with your family.

But then again, maybe it wouldn't.

“I think…” You cough, and it's loud enough to grab Tobio’s attention, finally. He's looking at you, really, actually looking at you. “I think I'm just gonna go.”

You stand up, heading for his front door. You gather up your things quickly, putting your coat and gloves on to protect yourself from the painful chill that awaits you on the other side of the door. You turn to face Tobio, your navy coloured left hand is gripping the door handle, and a sudden chill strikes him, although the door still remains shut.

He thinks you've never looked as far away as you do right now. And have your eyes always had that harshness to them when you looked at him? That coldness shivers through him again.

“Goodbye, Tobio.” You turn and leave and he watches as the door clicks behind you.

The air feels so thick with fear that he could almost swallow it.

Wait…

He doesn't want the question to surface, he does everything he can to stop the thought from intruding into the forefront of his mind. He thinks of home, he thinks of what it's like to fly across a dark sky with nothing but the sound of silence as company, he thinks of cookies, he thinks of his mothe—

Is that the last time I'll ever hear you say my name?

[beanarie]

For the ao3 wrapped ask game: 3, 19, and 28!

in the interest of not spamming folks, i'm also including questions requested by anon 1, anon 2, @typicalopposite , @sanguinarysanguinity , and @capitalnineteen

thank you all for letting me yap about what a blast i've been having these past few months.

3- What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

i'll say opioids and antiemetics (where tommy and buck fall through a collapsing floor together). it was my first bucktommy fic and my first fic that wasn't a snippet in over a year. dry spells like that make me feel like i forgot how words work, but it flowed well, i got some of the characters' voices down, and that helped build my confidence again.

5- What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

oh, got my head checked by a jumbo jet (fix-it where buck gets amnesia), holy shit. people have been leaving the loveliest comments. it's been really rewarding because it was a gift for a friend and she liked it a lot. also the angst side of the story stems from some personal stuff as a healthcare-adjacent worker. losing someone you feel partly responsible for is gutting and it fucking sucks every time.

19- What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

i'm extremely ship monogamous and i never know what's gonna trigger my fic-writing lizard brain, so honestly i just wanna keep going with bucktommy. it would be great if fandom could maintain this energy after the hiatus. i haven't been in such a supportive and inspiring environment for a while.

20- Which work of yours have you reread the most?

i reread them all a lot, especially after they get really positive feedback because then it's like "oh hey. that part right there *was* pretty cool".

27- What do you listen to while writing?

just my internal monologue babey. music is too much of a distraction unless i'm at the stage where it's 95% done and all i need is to stitch the holes together

28- Favorite work you wrote this year?

of course (fix-it where they're both in the helicopter when it crashes) is the one i am most likely to have bookmarked if it had been written by someone else. i feel like i executed the near death scene effectively and i managed to touch on tommy's issues while threading in hope that he and buck could get past them together.

29- Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Evan lays his free hand lightly, ever so lightly, over Tommy's battered heart before leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together. "I'm so proud of you," he whispers. "I asked you not to run, and you stayed."

(when i tell you this PAINS me bc i didn't figure it out fully until after i posted the last bit on here. so there are people who not only read the ending that's slightly worse than this but reblogged it. the subpar version still exists out there. i'm never letting myself post a proper fic on tumblr in its entirety again 😩)

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the 2024 writing wrap-up

Thank you bestie @holdmytesseract for tagging me in this! I honestly didn't think I wrote that much this year until I scrolled back and saw how many things I actually put out, so that was a nice surprise 💖

Still though I have so many moments where I go "damn there's still so much to do", and hopefully I'm not gonna end 2025 like that, but knowing me…I probably will 🤣

Anyways here are the fic/s I'm most proud of that I posted this year…(after the cut because this is gonna be one chonker of a post probably, I'm wine drunk and I have no control over my lil typers rn)

First up is 'mercy upon ourselves' because to my knowledge, this is the first 'crossover' type story I've ever done, and I can't wait to make another (hopefully coming in 2025).

Of course, 'relinquish the crown' will always hold such a special place in my heart, and while the first story kinda sorta does come from that universe, I happened to only do a couple of posts for the actual 'rtc canon' series…again hopefully I get more of this done in 2025 and finally get y'all to the events of Season 2 🫠 But anyway…here are the RTC stories I finished this year:

Season 1, Episode 13: 'what could be done' Season 3 bonus episode: 'a special treat'

Also I love how I started and ended 2024 with an RTC story 😅🫡

Next up…the OLTK blorbos. I love them with all of my being, and I think this year it really showed because I did some absolutely unnecessary lore building and made a new era just for their time before they were even dating. But anyway, here are all the OLTK stories from this year:

dating era: 'when the feeling sinks in' dating era: 'the warmest bed i've ever known' dating era: 'braced for impact' pre-relationship era: 'charades' married era: 'come on, england' married era: 'this magnetic force of a man' married era: 'a proper fit'

And also…the other story that I'm immensely proud of comes from one of the requested stories from my 500 follower celebration…'would've could've should've'. It's the first story I've done where I really ramped up on the angst and just kept making it get worse and worse for the babeys before I finally gave them some relief at the end, and hopefully I get to take my experience from writing that story and use it for some upcoming stories 😳👀

Read all 3 parts 'would've could've should've' here: part 1 part 2 part 3

One more thing…there might be one more story I have that's ready to post before the year's over…and I'm splitting it into two parts because the second part's just gonna be me letting the smuttery run free with those two 🤭🤭

np tags: @smolvenger @lokischambermaid @liminalpebble @gigglingtiggerv2 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @maple-seed @give-me-a-moose @ladyofthestayingpower @tallseaweed

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20 Qs for fic writers

I was tagged by my beloved @crushribbons and I love me a tag meme or whatever these are called thank you bby xoxo <3

How many works do you have on AO3? - 2 on AO3, but on here I've got 8

What's your total AO3 word count? - AO3 = 5,552 ; Tumblr = 15,815 wowzers

What fandoms do you write for? - HogLeg and that's about it. It's what got me back into writing fic

Top five fics by kudos? - I just did by Tumblr notes BUT : Study Break, Her Biggest Fan, Brain Break, Served Cold, and Catnap (and I did hunt on my original sideblog and do math bc I wanted it to be Accurate)

Do you respond to comments? - I do if it's my moots but otherwise interacting with people who have read my things makes me Uncomfy bc perception but I do love them and I love you if you leave me one I pinky promise <3

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - Absolutely none of them I like my angst in the middle where it belongs

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - Literally all of them. I am a HEA or nothing kinda bitch so uh :) everything will eventually be a happily ever after

Do you get hate on fics? - Not yet. I'm sure it'll come one day. Maybe?

Do you write smut? - Absolutely I do (3 out of the top 5 are my smuts)

Craziest crossover? - I'm not really a crossover girlie

Have you ever had a fic stolen? - I hope not and also sincerely doubt it

Have you ever had a fic translated? - I have not but it would be neat if any of them ever did!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? - Way back in my pre HogLeg days, when I was but a baby on Wattpad writing and reading things I should not have been

All time favorite ship - P. Percabeth probably idrk

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - I have this found family fic in the drafts and I had the idea when I was feeling bleh but I lost the brain juice for it

What are your writing strengths? - Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? - I speak one (1) language but like if you either know the other language or you're doing it well (or at least making an attempt) and it suits the character, you do you babey

First fandom you wrote in? - Twas in fact One Direction on Wattpad. With a Hunter Hayes feature

Favorite fic you've written? - Her Biggest Fan, hands down

wow no real 20th question but I am stealing what laney said: I love you <3

No Pressure Tags: @applinsandoranges @writing-intheundercroft @marketfreshfics gotta throw it to some toes and the cryptid

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fic writer interview (ty @formulaocean for the tag!)

taken literally forever to get around to this but can never resist the opportunity to yap. below the cut <3

How many works do you have on ao3?

10 public and 6 anonymous hehe

What’s your total word count?

201,602 -- an INSANE amount. also considering that 1 fic makes up 100k of that, and all the other 15 are the other 100k. lol.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

there you'll stand (next to me) -- duh. this has 3x the amount of kudos as the next one LOL

bottle episode

temp get to you

La Rentrée

and then this one oop

i usually have them sorted by hits, but this is NO surprise. bottle ep and temp get to you were almost tied for kudos

Do you respond to comments? Why/ why not?

we try to all the time -- but its harder on the older fics. i genuinely try to respond to as many as possible but it just isn't feasible. but we are so so so so grateful for all of them

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

OBVIOUSLY my beloved neither do you. its the only unhappy ending and BOY is it unhappy

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

hmmm they all really have "happy endings" i suppose. some of the smut is less happy i guess LOL. probably there you'll stand because its happy AND you get to read about it. i usually love to end once they get together so you never get to see them actually like, in love etc.

Do you write crossovers?

not really!! its either canon or just. normal au

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

no :( obviously i dont want hate but i did think stepdad sebchal might have elicited SOME haters.....alas. just means i need to make it worse.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

HELL YEA!!!!!! any kind. the more rancid the better

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i hope not (re: the plagiarism scandal -- id be honored that someone felt a fic was worth stealing. and then id kill them with hammers)

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no lol. not crazy abt it sorry - too protective.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

THESIS OF THE ACCT. all of the fics are written by the two of us running this account. some more than others but there's always always been input for every single fic from both of us. except the anonymous ones. thats just me (charlie). sorry.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

we are first and foremost larry stylinson girls. always. but for f1 its lestappen DUH and then sebchal.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

sigh....... i'd love to think all the wips will get finished. but there's a landoscar spinoff of tys(ntm) that i doubt will ever get finished because we are now more anti-lando lol than we were when we started. so its hard to continue. also because i'm too interested in writing new things, not wanting to go back to that universe.

What are your writing strengths?

hmmm. tricky. i think we do angst quite well - it's much easier for me to make them Suffer than it is to write them happy and in love i think. like the emotions and torment just come a lot more natural. and i do think sometimes our smut does eat. personally.

What are your writing weaknesses?

DIALOGUEEEEEE. this is charlie speaking saying em basically wrote all dialogue for TYS(NTM). and genuienly like. most of the KILLER lines were not me. i just can never think about what someone would say or how they would communicate if not blunt honesty. you can tell if i wrote the majority of a fic because it's just descriptions.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

occasional words -- fine. anything else, i don't necessarily agree with. there's usually errors and/or it just doesnt make sense for the intended audience.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

f1 babey!!!!

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

like lets be fr, we are only writing f1. ship..... there's a maxiel/chestappen wip in the brain. i am not writing for the ship though. i am writing because the idea plagues me. but its always gonna be lestappen or sebchal. wait also. 4433 in the works.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

it always always has to be tys <3 but la rentree was the most fun to write for sure. and bottle episode. those 3 i think. but tys ... i cannot describe what it was like to spend 3 months writing this and editing and so many facetime calls and google doc comments and etc etc

tagging @gayferrari @bumblewyn @charleslelurk and (shooting my shot here) @chubbydino <3 and anyone else!!!!! MWAH

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20 Writer Questions

Thank you @mytardisisparked for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

An astounding 20! I never thought I'd write this many haha

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

79,836

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Star Trek Voyager and The X Files! I always thought about writing for Once Upon A Time but never felt a strong enough calling- I'm pretty happy with how Captain Swan played out ;)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

+ A Flower for Everytime I Think of You (chlonath from Miraculous Ladybug, I miss how popular this ship was ;-; I feel like I can't find anything new for it on here)

(the rest are from Voyager~)

+ Two Shorten the Road

+ Suspension

+ Compote

+ Gold Rush

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah for the most part! Especially if people point out a certain part they liked I live for that!!

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

I am a happy ending girlie, all the angst happens in the middle of my fics lol. That being said, I think For That Which Ails You could be considered a little angsty at the end because Scully is still terminally ill, nothing has actually changed, and Mulder wasn't there when she woke up. There's a bit of melancholy to it!

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

Probably Compote! Fluffy throughout and then they share a laugh and a Moment tm at the end of it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no!

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

Writing kisses is hard enough lmao. I also just don't want to

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

No I've never even thought about doing that! Voyager x X Files would be so fun though

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, though yeah AI has probably scanned some of my works

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nay

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

I have not, technically, but brainstorming with the bestie and mutuals is always great for inspiration!!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't choose, Janeway x Chakotay and Mulder x Scully are both profound to meee

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

Well...I had this idea for a Admiral Janeway centered fic but I don't think it's going to happen. Also a couple of AU ideas for J/C but eh they don't feel original enough u_u

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue babey, I think!! And the little meaningful exchanges that come with? I also think I can write subtle funny stuff pretty well though maybe it's only noticeable to me haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing a scene, I never do I am relying on the reader's imagination LOL

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

Never had a reason to, not that I'm fluent in anything else :/

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Miraculous Ladybug ^_^

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it's still Kathryn Janeway, PI because I loove the idea of her playing detective and writing from Chakotay's pov was a nice challenge for me, but Hastilude is coming in at a close second... I really enjoyed coming up with a case that Mulder and Scully had to solve and figuring out how all the pieces fit together, plus I got to put them in silly little outfits, what's not to like?

Tagging: the user reading this!! seriously I want to know :3c

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Mystery Nerds AU Masterpost

So it recently came to my attention that most people don't know about the series that got me most of my followers - the Mystery Nerds AU, a Gravity Falls AU where Ford and Stan reconcile thirty years earlier than they do in canon and actually kinda sorta communicate and have lots of feelings filled moments. So, because I just added a new installment to it and I crave validation like some people crave food, I decided to make a post with links to all the fics on AO3.

All tags can be found here.

Life Support: "It's 1982, and Ford Pines has called his brother to Oregon, in desperate need of his help. Fate keeps Ford in this reality, and forces him to confront some very uncomfortable truths about his relationship with his twin." The one that started 'em all, babey, and arguably the most popular. Posted in 2015. Also got me called problematic by what was probably a bored, angry child for bringing up the AIDS crisis of the 1980s.

Strays: "Stan, in all good conscience, can't leave a stray. He knows that feeling all too well." The third fic I wrote, but the second in the series, as an apology for the angst-fests I'd written before it.

It's Been a Long, Long Time: "Filbrick Pines is not made of stone. Even he has things that scare him. Linger with him. Haunt him." The one in which I give Filbrick some pathos, and make a lot of people scream at me (affectionately) for it.

And Here's To You: "It seems that, even when the Pines brothers make some progress, they always hit another snag. This was all because of that damn pill bottle." An examination of Stan's "loony days" mentioned in the Guide to Mystery and Nonstop Fun.

Seared With Scars: "Ford can't seem to catch a break when it comes to reminders of those he's hurt. He tries to make amends in the only way he knows how, but soon gets himself, Stan, and Helen swept up in the dark secrets of Gravity Falls." My personal favorite installment in the series, and the first appearance of everyone's favorite traumatized hillbilly. This one took me the longest (started in 2016, not finished till 2019).

Two Way Street: "You know what they say about communication. Or, Four times Filbrick Pines' sons reached out to him, and one time he reached out first." Another Filbrick-centric one, and another favorite because I just have a soft spot for humanizing this stupid old man, alright?

Ad Astra Per Aspera: "The Society of the Blind Eye is gone, and the only thing left for the gang to do is recuperate. And maybe deal with those pesky emotional issues waiting in the wings." The most recent installment, which is basically the culmination of me shoving Fiddauthor content directly into my eye sockets for a month.

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FOR THE FIC TROPES ASK THING: modern/coffee shop AUs (lmaoooo), Hanahaki, human experimentation/medical horror, and amnesia!! 😎

LMAO FUQ YEA LETS GO

Modern/coffee shop AUs: starting off easy I see…my controversial onion on this is: F. I literally blacklist ‘AU: modern setting’ when I look for fic lmao. Idk I’m just not interested in stories not set within the canon universe, generally - and I especially don’t care for fics where characters don’t have whatever superpowers they usually have in the canon. It takes a really good writer to transfer a canon into a modern AU in a satisfying way, and I’m just too picky to even try.

Hanahaki: hmmmMMMM I’ll go C I think! Maybe a bit harsh - I do enjoy hanahaki a lot, but if it isn’t done well enough I peace out pretty quickly. My dream would be a hanahaki fic that is extremely medical with it and goes into excruciating detail about systemic symptoms and lab testing and alternative treatments and such. lol

Human experimentation/medical horror: oh wow good segue from hanahaki lmao. I’d say B - I like it a lot IF it’s done in an anatomically/medically accurate way. I’m here for that aspect, not so much any angst or even horror. I like the horror part if it’s focused in on the body: like the ways that the human body will compensate for injury through means that might make you feel like shit but will save your life, and how resilient the body is…I’m the bitch who wrote the Law Dissects A Dead Guy To Woo Someone fic so I’m defs into this lmao

Amnesia: slam dunk easy A I LOOOOVE amnesia yea BABEY !!!!! I adore anything to do w themes abt Sense Of Self (meeting AU/past/future versions of yourself, selfcest lmao, deaging, time travel) and this fits the bill for sure. Aren’t we our memories? What happens if some or all of those are gone? Being reset to factory settings can make for incredibly interesting character and relationship studies…no wonder Sabo Onepiece is my muse (ily Mr amnesia)

TY FOR THE ASK!!!!

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

WHAT  MADE  YOU  PICK  UP  THE  MUSE  YOU  HAVE  ?   so when i was uhhhh . fourteen. i made a "self-insert" who was kind of a fictionalized / altered version of myself. as i continued to develop & write her, she became completely different from me. in 2016 i said "hey wouldn't it be funny if she saw ghosts" & now here we are.

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  DON'T  LIKE  TO  WRITE  ?  i mean sexual / smutty stuff obviously, but that's honestly about it? even if i struggle with writing the content / genre i like to try to improve myself across the board? i'm sure if i sat here & thought for like hours i could think of something, but i'm generally pretty willing to give whatever a shot!

IS  THERE  ANYTHING  YOU  REALLY  ENJOY  WRITING  ?   i mean we all love that tasty sad shit so. angst. i enjoy horror writing too but that's less rp-able so to speak. i also enjoy fluff, though i write that less.

HOW  DO  YOU  COME  UP  WITH  YOUR  HEADCANONS  ?  sometimes it's very organic, like i notice quirks or something & then make an Actual Note of it. sometimes it is divine inspiration. sometimes it's me going "haha this would be cool"

DO  YOU  WRITE  IN  SILENCE  OR  LISTEN  TO  MUSIC  ?   i used to need to listen to music, but now i can like ... have talking yt videos on & still write. it's the adhd babey

DO  YOU  PLAN  YOUR  REPLIES  OR  WING  THEM  ?   yes. usually if they're shorter or sort of ~vaguely plotted~ i have some idea of what's going on & simply ... continue that. i see rp as a written form of improv honestly bc while you usually know generally what is going to happen, there's mini details to tweak. but usually replies come in while i'm unable to respond so i Think extensively about them till i have some plan for the reply.

DO  YOU  ENJOY  SHIPPING  ?   yes! of all types!

WHAT'S  YOUR  ALIAS/NAME  ?   annie ... it's simply a nickname i've picked up over the years & i Like it.

AGE  ?   23

BIRTHDAY  ?  july 21

FAVORITE  COLOR  ?   it's always been some shade of green

FAVORITE  SONG  ?   stares in elementary music teacher. um. i don't ... i don't know

LAST  MOVIE  YOU  WATCHED  ?   i have no earthly idea

LAST  SHOW  YOU  WATCHED  ?   currently watching murder she wrote.

LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO  ?  uhhhh technically i guess "hopelessly devoted to you" bc i sang it at karaoke

FAVORITE  SEASON  ?   autumn

DO  YOU  HAVE  A  TUMBLR  BEST  FRIEND  ?   if i have to ~pick one it'd probably be puck ! tho i think saying i have "tumblr best friend" is weird bc puck & i are just Best Friends

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tagged by @broodsys for this writer questionnaire uvu ty, i got really into this one. the deep jazz lore incoming <3

tagging @lyriumlullaby-ao3, @inscrutable-shadow, and @skadizzleross

copy and paste-able question list at the bottom of the post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

says 88, but one is anonymous lol 89 babey

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

824,682

3. What fandoms do you write for?

dragon age currently, prior to that, detroit: become human. some witcher and RWBY mixed in. teen wolf, dishonored, red vs blue, homestuck back in the day, a couple other things.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Truth in Melody (witcher, geraskier)

The World Upside Down (dbh gen)

left an impression on my heart (teen wolf, scott/stiles. its over a decade old i am not linking this lol)

Variable Outcome (dbh, connor & gavin gen)

Winter Chill and Summer Bloom (dbh, connor/gavin)

5. Do you respond to comments?

absolutely! if i don't, it's only because the person is being a jerk or just uncomfortable. give me a heart emoji, you're getting a heart emoji right back. boop

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

i generally write happy endings, no matter how hellish the road to that happy endings is. i do, however, have a Bad End dbh oneshot. Fair Compensation. it's straight up non-con, and from aggressor pov, so viewer discretion is advised

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

gosh idk how i could pick. as i said in the previous answer, i try to leave off on a high note. Truth in Melody or perhaps Promises to Keep. wouldn't say they're happier than others, but they're among my longest fics, which means the characters had to go through some bullshit to get those happy endings lmfao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

a couple times. more often, i get weird / uncomfortable comments that i just ignore

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

i do! well, i'd say "kinky" tends to be a general theme ahahaha and feelsy! smut in my chaptered fics are more basic, the oneshots can be wild though. and then there's from the depths, an ancient song, where i wrote a foursome involving a LOT of tentacles. like a lot. so take that how you will.

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

ive dabbled in ideas, but rarely get around to actually writing them. i do like the concept of smashing my favourite universes together, though. my dbh vampire series is basically just the lore of vampire: the masquerade, but i wouldn't consider it a full crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! and a couple additional requests, one that i denied, and another that i agreed to but no result yet! still hoping <3

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

yes, for events. shout out to any of my buddies from the homestuck shipping olympics who see this :p can you BELIEVE how long it has been

roleplaying is also kinda like co-writing fics sometimes honestly. i've got some threads that have been ongoing for years and took a lot of plotting and planning together uvu

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

how dare u ask me this. this is nearly impossible aughh but i'm going to say corvo/daud from dishonored

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

basically anything from my favourite games and such that are nonetheless overshadowed by current hyperfixation. i'm forever sad that most of my many, many dishonored fic ideas were from a time when i chronically could not finish anything

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't know, i'm bad at acknowledging good things about myself lol characterization, i suppose, that tends to be what i get the most lovely comments about <3

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

fluff, unless it's the resolution to angst lmfao i need to build up to it. drop me straight into a nothing scenario of fluff and i don't know what to DO. technical-wise, idk, descriptions i think

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

it certainly has its place and can be done well! but it's easy to mess it up, too. you need to make sure it's accurate and fitting for the scene, you need to avoid racist stereotyping, you need the story to still make sense and flow well. if the message isn't clear because most readers don't know the language, or have to keep looking it up / reading author notes, that's immersion-breaking imo. with fictional languages where much of the fanbase is familiar with the common words, though, no big deal i'd say

19. First fandom you wrote for?

honestly i think it was the cartoon, angry beavers lol i didn't know what's what i was doing, at the time. as far as serious, intentional stories, maybe firefly? or xmen?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i cannot pick just one lol 4 is as low as ill go

previously linked Winter Chill and Summer Bloom: this is very hurt/comfort, my favourite thing, with a bunch of my other favourite things tossed in. touch-starvation, non-verbal character, characters getting away from the location of their suffering to heal in a better place, both physically and mentally, sweet slice of life stuff etc.

take these broken wings and learn to fly: more h/c! this one starts off heavy as hell and involves a lot of Process of Healing (to no ones surprise, at this point). healing has gotta be one of my favourite genders. also it's femslash.

Sight & Shadows: it's both plot- and character-driven, i'm happy with how i balanced both simultaneously. it's my vampire au, and other than the v:tm lore borrowing, it feels almost original to me. it's a rarepair, in an au--as niche as it gets, shaped a lot by the universe and story i put together for the whole series. it was a joy to create, because i truly did write this for ME. i wouldn't say any of my fics were written for others, per se, but i guess this one just felt different from the start. i wasn't anticipating an audience, i was just telling the story these characters needed, the way i like to do it. i had great friends supporting me through it, so i wasn't alone in the process or anything, it just felt the most like writing an original story than any of my other fics have

into the light of the dark black night: first of all, yes, 2/4 fics listed here are titled with lyrics from blackbird by the beatles. blackbird lyrics means intense feelings, that's just how it is. i've done it twice, and ill DO IT AGAIN. anyway, this one takes place in one of dbh's grimmest possible endings--the nuclear blast ending. i did a lot of research for this one, and also put a lot of thought into handling it with as much care as i think a concept like this requires. it's weighty, but hopeful. it has apocalypse elements, which i love. i got to do cyberpunky stuff as well. i added some of the elements i think dbh would have included if d@vid cage weren't a coward. i projected multiplicity onto some of the characters. i got to write north as the steadfast and successful leader of the revolution, as she deserves. blackbird fly <3

if you made it through all of that... thank you :>

and the template:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[cataztrophi]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @noodyl-blasstal thanks!!

Tagging: @fandomsnstuff @duck-newton I think a lot of people have been tagged already but if you haven't pls consider this an invitation to answer these as well!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2 currently, but I plan on putting up my TAZNC work at which point I will have 15!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

4,680 right now, but that number will increase by a lot shortly since I think all my TAZNC works were between 1,000-4,000 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

TAZ, and I've got a few Owl House things in the works I hope to finish some day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Show Me Yours, then The Thing With Feathers

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

Yes! I love receiving comments and I love being able to talk a bit about what I was thinking when I wrote things.

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

I don't usually write a lot of angst, but probably this unnamed ficlet because nothing really gets resolved at the end, although it is a fairly hopeful ending.

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

It's hard to pick, I write mostly things that leave a lot of possibilities open, but I'd say probably my 10th entry for TAZNC this year (man I really gotta name these things) because I think the emotional journey makes the ending more satisfying.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I've only gotten very kind words and I'm extremely grateful for all of them.

9. Do you write smut?

Yup. Nothing I'm quite finished with yet but I have several in the works and I hope to get some posted soon

10. Do you write crossovers?

They're not really my style, but I think they are fun to think about and play around with!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and I'm small enough right now that I think it's unlikely.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I've heard of

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

I did once on a previous account, unfortunately I was very bad at finishing anything at that point in my life and I hadn't gotten on ADD meds, so we didn't finish it (my fault). I'd like to co-write something at some point, but I think I'd need to have more practice with writing/finishing longer stories before I felt confident about doing it again.

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

Taakitz babey! Top tier meet-weird plus some truly beautiful moments, and such a great dynamic to play around with

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

I'm not sure I'd say "never," but there is one Taakitz fake dating fic that I would need to seriously rework in order to make it coherent. I hope to finish some version of it someday, but it certainly won't look like the current WIP.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Boy I wish I knew! Someone told me I have a "lyrical" writing style, so I'll take it! I do really like working with the flow of words. Also I wrote a lot of tender romantic scenes when I was a touch-starved closeted high schooler, and I was surprised by how easy those scenes feel to write in my current work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a tendency to write too much lead-in and too much ending if I'm not careful, so I basically have to chop off the first and last bits of every fic. I am very bad at coming up with plots. I worry a lot about capturing characters' voices and can struggle with differentiating them. And as previously mentioned, I tend to start a lot of things and not finish them, although I think I'm improving in that regard!

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

I'm very wary about it for myself. I could just about manage French but for anything else I'd want someone fluent to look it over for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens, back before the TV series came out! It was a pretty small fandom at that point, and I had to get my Aziraphale/Crowley angst out somewhere when I only knew like three people who'd read the book

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm really proud of my TAZNC work, but I think I'm still proudest of The Thing With Feathers because I feel like I did exactly what I wanted with it and captured everything I was hoping to.

[mickeymagpie]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @marypsue, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

106 so far!

2. What’s your total word count?

321,819, which is somehow both lower and higher than i expected.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

a whole lot; most recently Rise of the TMNT, my fandom on ao3 with the most works is Rise of the Guardians. lots of rises.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

The Gravity Falls trans dipper one-shot, the FMA Ishvalan!Elrics AU, an into the spiderverse fic, raven cycle pov outsider, and a star wars force awakens one-shot. i give all my fics long song lyric titles so that's all the info yall are getting lmao.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always start out trying to respond to everything when i post a new fic, but then i get overwhelmed pretty quick. lo siento mucho.

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

I don't usually go for angsty endings tbh! I like a lot of angst in the middle, or i go for kind of bittersweet endings.

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

probably that star wars one; force awakens had just come out and i was one of many kylo ren woobifiers who wanted him to have accepted han's invite to come home.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The most hate i've gotten is on a Different star wars fic where i made Luke trans and some people were Not happy. luckily, i have a permit (i can do what I want).

9. Do you write smut?

yeah lol. i don't post a lot of it though; most of the time i just share it with my discord friends.

10. Do you write crossovers?

all the time all the time babey.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

yes i've been notified 2 or 3 times that someone copied my stuff onto wattpad or ffnet. i usually go report them but don't care enough to follow up.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? not that I can remember. I've had one or two podficced though iirc.

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

nnnnot a finished one. my friends and i do a lot of half fic writing and half rp that usually doesn't turn into a polished product (but it's still fun <3).

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

ALL TIME FAVORITE FLYNN AND LUCY TIMELESS. i've never written fic for them and the show isn't even GOOD but god the way they look like "she fixed him" bs on the surface but really they're each so perfect to make up for the other's shortcomings. also i always wanted so badly for someone to tell her to get her dog on a leash <3

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

ahaha,,,, the good omens roleswap fic is burning a hole in my document folder. i have an outline i just have no inspiration/motivation :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterization; particularly I've gotten the feedback that i'm good at writing characters in different circumstances from canon while keeping their personalities both Intact and Logically Justifiable.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ending things, both in the sense that i start a lot of stuff and don't finish it, and the sense that i usually have too many ideas and don't know how/where to cut off a plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

google translate always does me dirty so now i usually just write the dialogue in english and use a dialogue tag like "she said in *insert language*"

19. First fandom you wrote for?

iiiiii think it was Rise of the Guardians! before that i mostly did over-dramatic RP on the cricket magazine forums where i had characters like a half-dragon bounty hunter.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

probably the ishvalan elrics fic! fma is already full of a lot of meaty concepts, and it was fun re-conceptualizing the canon plot and character beats while keeping the arching plot intact. stuff like that is like a puzzle to me, it's very satisfying when i finish one and it gets positive feedback!

tagging anyone who wants to do it, because im. so sleepy rn

[strawhatsoraya]

the last one (haha who am i kidding, i'm never done w. you), i promise. may i pls pls pls request an aot fic with a jealous jean x reader (i said what i said). can be angst, can be smut, can be whatever u like babey the world is ur oyster. bonus points if it includes strawberries and wine somehow. wink wink.

My love, I have had you waiting for this for like a month. I'm so sorry. Again, I don't know why time gets away from me so easily. I see your jealous!jean and I raise you an arranged relationship/contract marriage au with a jealous!jean. I had a really rough weekend so this was an attempt at distracting myself. I wanted it to be better than this!! But I don't think you would sit down for 12k of this. Maybe another time. So I limited the word count down to 4.5k lmao.

Please enjoy. Oh, yes, I included your requests for strawberries and wine *winks* You know I can't say no to you.

A Messy Inconvenience

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN X FEM READER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 4.5k CONTENT WARNING: profanity because Jean has a tiny bit of a potty mouth, lots and lots of groping, dry humping, alcohol consumption (would it be a fic I wrote if they weren't drinking to some degree??? i think not), nipple play, lots of teasing, jealous possessive jean likes to do a lot of biting and marking, even if frankly he has no right to be jealous, he is a HYPOCRITE, that should be a warning, also jean does whatever he wants then acts like he did nothing, so another warning, he throws dishes in sinks and breaks them, another warning, the man breaks every domestic law and rule, i will fight him A SUMMARY: Jean and Y/N are in a marriage of convenience, and have been for several months. There is no reason for feelings to be involved, but when someone decides to hit on Y/N at the gym--Jean has to come to terms with emotions he has no power to control.

An arrangement of convenience should always remain that: a convenience.

Four months had passed since you first walked through his door, carrying very little in your arms. When he had asked you about the rest of your possessions you had smiled—tight lipped, abashedly, almost secretive. I didn't have much to begin with, you had said. I'll just consider this a fresh start. It had always been this way. He had met you in college, as you walked down the corridor with your head in the clouds, carrying photocopies from course books you couldn't afford.

His chest was solid when you ran into him, papers scattering into the air like tinted flower petals reminding you—one by one—that you didn't belong at that school, no matter how hard you tried. He still remembers the hole on your slip on shoes, and the way the peek of the purple sock teased him. He still remembers the flush on your cheeks, the watery pathetic look in your eyes as if you had been holding back from crying all day long. He still remembers the way they laughed at your patched up backpack, and how you held your head high.

And he remembers the way it filled him with fiery rage, how it consumed him and prodded him to want to burn the whole establishment down—just like now. He watches quietly as he sits upright on the bench. His fingers curled into fists, gripping so tightly his clipped fingernails threaten to piece skin. There's a man next to you, smiling down at you with a lecherous sheen to his eyes. Jean does his best to sit still, to stretch his arms above his head and not picture himself ripping his eyeballs out. His hand touches your elbow, and Jean stands up, reasoning yelling in the back of his mind to grab his attention.

The contract flashes through his mind's eyes, taking precedence over his anger.

An arrangement of convenience should remain a convenience. Your lives were meant to be lived in privacy, without the meddling interference from each other. Those were rules strictly discussed and agreed upon. Jean's mouth twists into a scowl at the memory of his signature, neatly scribbled at the end of the paper—the same one that he kept a copy of in the drawer of his nightstand.

You had every right to entertain that idiot if you liked—even if Jean thought he looked like he couldn't count past ten. You had every right to smile back, the way you did, and laugh at whatever joke he had just said. You had every right to live a life away from him, as long as you came back home every night, to sleep in your own bed, in your own room.

He grabs a towel, and sprays sanitizer on the bench, finding cleaning his own sweat infinitesimally more productive than to focus on the bitter jealousy gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Jean knows he has no leg to stand on, no right to stride up to you and swat his hand away. He has no right to feel cheated, or uneasy—to feel like you're being tugged away from his fingers.

But he does, so he spins in place and walks towards you, feet slamming down on the gym mats—muffling his anger. He tries to think of excuses to give, something or anything that would make him sound less pathetic than he felt. He is within earshot when he hears you.

“No, I won't go with you,” you say flatly, your gaze is pointed as you blink. “I'm married,” you tell the man. Jean is surprised when he feels your hands on his bicep. The way your fingernails softly dig into his flesh remind him that this moment is real. It's not just another fantasy that plagued him at night while he laid in bed skin slick with his own sweat. This was you, standing your ground. This was you, holding on to him.

At the moment it didn't matter whether he was just an excuse for you to push away unwanted attention. Jean stares the man down who looks appropriately abashed before his mouth twists in anger. Jean feels his own mouth water. The words are cocked on his tongue but you're pulling away, leading him towards the exit and down the stairs. They fizzle and die out in smoke with every step taken.

He had hoped the heat of the shower would wash it all way. His hair sticks to his forehead under the shower head. Eyes closed, water running over his skin, he tilts his face to the ceiling in hopes that thoughts of you would evaporate from his mind and follow the steam away from his body. Instead, you envelop him in your heated cloudiness. He sees the band of your sports bra digging into the soft flesh of your torso. He can picture, in annoyingly perfect detail, the sweat that clung to the small of your back, the way drops drifted lower until they disappeared into your spandex. The same spandex that had made him uncomfortably tight in his gym shorts when he saw you bend at the knees for a squat.

Jean stays in the shower long enough for his fingers to prune. He stays until thoughts of you turn hazy, less significant. When he makes it out of the shower with wet hair, a towel around his shoulders he sees you coming out of your room, and into the kitchen. His eyes track your movements, a predatory hunger prowling inside him like a caged animal. Jean coughs into a closed fist; a sad attempt at composure. Your curls are wet, soft ringlets sticking closer to your skull than he is used to. He is used to seeing them wild, and bouncy, swaying with every move you make—but this sight isn't unappealing either.

Your pajama shorts are, frankly, a bit too short for polite company. Jean tilts his head in barely restrained admiration as you move towards the fridge and bend over to reach for something in the back. Ass cheeks taunt him as they peek out from under the legs' hemline. Your white t shirt is snug over your chest, and see through enough he can almost picture every detail on your bra.

Jean swallows thickly and drops himself on the couch—the same spot he always occupies as you cook.

It's where he can watch you the best. It's usually innocent, almost pure but tonight Jean feels filthy as he takes in your silhouette. He can't stand the sight of your hair, the way you keep brushing it away from your face with an impassive hand. He can smell your shampoo—imagine it. He had smelled it enough times when you got too close; the scent of coconut and vanilla. He is irritated at how accurately his mind can recall it, how he can recall the back of your neck and how badly he had wanted to kiss it then. Jean licks his lips.

He wanted to kiss it still. Badly.

Jean is still irate when he sits down for dinner. His body is tense from the constant clenching of muscle. His jaw hurts, but he chews anyway, not wanting to appear ungrateful. Your mouth; however, is treacherous. A sinful siren leading him to murky waters. You wrap it around each morsel, and around your fork, as if he was made of wet paper; wafer thin. Jean swallows his desires with a swig of wine. He did not often drink, much less wine, but you had insisted; another month in faux marital bliss.

You had a strange sense of humor he couldn't help but entertain. It pissed him off to no end.

The wine is sweet on his tongue, and he wonders if it's the same for you as you throw your head back, determined to get every last drop in your glass. Your tongue dips around the rim of it, throat exposed for his devious eyes to take in. Jean shakes his head, pretending his brown hair is in the way of his eyes. In reality, he's trying to shake your hold off his mind. He's trying to dislodge the imagery of that man at the gym running his tongue up the column of your throat. Jean blinks, a heat over his eyes as he finds the hollow of your neck, and fights the urge that blooms inside of him.

He wants to kiss you there, on the soft flesh that connects your shoulder and neck. He wants to follow up the trail to just under your ear, and he wants to mark you time and time again; a signature left on skin drawn with blood and teeth.

Jean bites down on his last morsel of dinner and barely misses his tongue. He is nauseated by his own desires. He thinks there might be something innately wrong with him and the way he wants to pull you up to the table and rip your clothes off, so he can fuck you before the desire kills him first.

He thinks he hears your voice saying his name in ecstasy in his ear, loud and clear, so he slaps his hand on the table in an attempt to make a louder sound. His blood rushing to his ears, beating against the walls of his sanity, threaten to drown out your voice.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, brows drawn together in confusion. Jean shakes his head, and smiles—soft laughter following his gesture.

“There was a mosquito,” he lies with ease, wiping an already clean hand with a napkin. He sees your eyes narrow, and sees doubt peek from behind the brown in them but he ignores it. Jean had bigger, bolder things to worry about—like the sudden erection in his pants. He moves his hips in the seat, trying his best to adjust himself under the table without using his hands. It doesn't work. It especially doesn't work once you have decided you're done with entree of the night and move on to dessert.

Strawberries had never seemed like a poisoned fruit before but Jean starts to question reality when your white teeth bite down on the bright red flesh of one. Juice spills over your bottom lip, a faint red that trails down your chin. You hurriedly bring up a hand, collecting the drips on the crook of your palm. Jean breathes out noisily through his nostrils, a rogue hand going to his crotch where he palms his erection. To adjust, he lies to himself, to push it down in a way that would not pain him, but the stroke of his hand only reminds him of what he is missing.

Your fingers—the ones that grasp another berry and another berry. Your lips—the ones that suck the whip cream right off the red tip of another strawberry.

His breathing is barely controlled, and he feels heat slide up his neck and face; lust filled fingers seeking to gauge his eyes out. The same eyes that refuse to let you go. They follow you as you move to carry dishes to the sink. He doesn't know when he does it, but he stands up nonetheless, as if he is tethered to you by an invisible string. He follows you into the kitchen, his own empty dishes in his hands.

“You know,” you start, placing the dishes in the sink. You're full, and content, but it wouldn't be right to finish dinner without at least bickering once with Jean before bedtime. Also, it helped to ease the tension that flooded your body at the feel of his presence. He was standing closely behind you. Too close.Enough to make your heart race. “Since I cooked dinner yet again, the least you can do is do the dishes.”

You turn around, determined to laugh your way out of this situation. Jean's arms are around you, plates clattering in the sink as he drops them in haphazardly. The noise is sharp and it fills your ears as Jean's mouth clashes against yours. There's a gasp in the back of your throat, one you swallow promptly when he pushes against your lips. The kiss is tight lipped, forceful. His hand is searing against your skin where he grips the back of your neck, thick strong fingers digging into your flesh. His free arm curls around your waist, and he pulls you in close, crushing you against his wide chest. A flush blankets you when you feel his hard on press against the softness of your belly.

Jean thinks he might suffocate. His shoulders stiffen as he keeps his mouth on yours, trying to weigh your reaction. He thinks he should wait for a sign from you, anything that will grant him access to the inside of your mouth to find the tongue that teased him time and time again earlier. He thinks he should practice patience but the scent of your breath heavy with the sweetness from the white whine threatens to intoxicate him; to strip him from whatever meager remains of inhibitions populated his mind and body.

Your eyes flutter open and close. There is heat at the pit of your belly. You're aware of this feeling making you tremble. You're aware of the embarrassing throb between your legs, the tell tale sign of rushing blood in a state of arousal. Your body wants his, and it only makes his erection all the more evident. You're not sure if you should return his kiss, but you find yourself pressing tighter against him, eager to see what would happen if you wiggle in his embrace; tease him just a tiny bit.

As you slip your hands over his chest, your lips break away. Jean slots his mouth against yours, his tongue slipping in between your sweetened lips. In a rare moment of tenderness, Jean brushes his tongue against yours, urging goosebumps to run their course over your brown skin. You gasp in his embrace, and it was all the incentive he needed. He didn't have to think anymore. He could just take.

So he claims your tongue as his—sucks on it with greed he tried to hide with pretenses and lies. His hands go rogue, they act recklessly as they smooth down your back and grasp fistfuls of the tender flesh of your ass. Jean sucks on your bottom lip, groaning as his hands keep moving. They slide over your hips, and over your belly until they find your breasts. He is nipping at the corners of your mouth, mumbling things you don't catch while he kneads your tits. You are too preoccupied by the building wetness between your legs to care about the words he's trying to say. From experience, you know it's nothing important. Jean had the innate ability to talk the most crap when you needed him to the least.

You don't respond, and it upsets him. So he pushes you against the sink. You cry out as the edge digs into your backside. Jean picks you up by the waist and places you back down on top of the edge of the sink. You mumble something about the faucet and Jean reaches around you, blindly as he is sucking on your tongue, to move the faucet around—anything so you'd stop complaining, so you'd stop interrupting him. Your taste floods his mouth; strawberries and wine, a combination he knows he'll never be able to recover from now. Your tongue marks him everywhere it touches, tattoos of memories digging into the skin of his jaw, down the column of his throat.

His fingers are tangled in your curls. Jean grunts when you bite down on his neck, tugging at sensitive skin. He pulls you close, tightly, as if that would help ease you under his skin. Your mouth is unforgiving, and Jean lets you go as you suck on the hollow of his neck, feeling his grip on you becoming elusive. He can't contain you or this heat slowly building in the kitchen. You are an arsonist and he is an abandoned building, too tempting, too lonesome and swallowed by darkness for you not to set on fire, to not stand back and watch as the flames eviscerate its foundations into dust.

So you dig your teeth into his skin, time and time again in your path for revenge. You leave a mark for every smart quip he threw your way, for every time he laughed sarcastically at something you said. His hand slams on the door of the cupboard above you. You look up, startled, eyes clouded with lust. His dark lashes obscure the flame behind his eyes, but you see the glistening saliva on his bottom lip, and the flush of his cheeks. You see his chest rising and falling, hear the rattling of his breath and in that moment you know that Jean Kirschtein is a beast barely contained.

He is a hunter seeking to be reformed but salivating at the chance of one more kill.

His body is trembling, fighting the urge. You look so decadent underneath him, trapped between him and the kitchen sink. Your neck is marred by angry teeth, and a hungry mouth. His mouth stretches into a lazy lopsided grin. That had been his doing, and he should feel no satisfaction. He had no right and no reason except that he just wanted to. Just like he just wanted to pull your shorts down, and push your panties to the side and fuck you right there and then, on the sink, with the dirty dishes behind your ass.

A newfound breath in his lungs he goes back to your mouth, a stupid moth to a burning flame. In his mind, somewhere small and dark, he knows he should stop kissing you. He knows he should end things here before they become more complicated, before you hate him in the morning. He knows this, but his body no longer belongs to him. He thinks, in agony and in lust, that maybe it belonged to you now as you slip your hands under his shirt and run your nails down his back. He hisses into your mouth, a small groan reminding him of his hardened cock. Jean thinks of pulling away but the moment his lips are not on yours, he sees that man again—that fucking ugly face smiling down at you. If your tongue is not in his mouth he thinks about him, kissing you. If his tongue is not pressed flush against the pulse of your neck, if he's not feeling your erratic heartbeat reminding him of the throbbing of his cock—he thinks of that bastard, running his hands all over your body, pulling moan after moan from you.

He groans again as he kisses you, too much teeth and tongue, too much passion to the point you cry out when he bites down too hard; he tastes blood as he licks your bottom lip in apology. He must have lost his mind, he thinks, as he licks it again and again until he can't taste copper anymore, until you grow softer, more pliable in his embrace.

His hands are under your shirt, fingers slipping under your bra. You cry out as he pinches hardened nipples. His tongue is back on your neck, and he kisses over the marks already left, and sucks where he thinks it is too light; not stark enough. He signs over them, again and again, as he twists his fingers, causing you to moan.

“Jean” you breathe out, your trembling hands going to his wrists. You hold on to them loosely, as he continues to tease your breasts. You bite down on a whimper, and almost lose your resolve when he looks down at you through his dark and thick lashes. “Why are you like this?” Suddenly, she wanted to add, but Jean's hands are relentless. His gaze is unwavering as he watches you squirm under his touch. In all honesty, he wanted to tell you. He wanted to confess the times he had thought about you this way, responding to his touch so eagerly that he'd wake up in a sweat, aroused by the ghost of your scent in his sweatshirt.

Still, he couldn't tell you. Not now. Maybe never.

“Service,” he pants out, brushing his thumbs against your nipples. You arch your back at his touch, a soft lewd song humming in the back of your mouth. “Consider it a service for you making dinner.”

He pushes his hips against yours as he curls his fingers around your throat. His hold on you is tight, almost suffocating. You gasp both at the feel of his erection, mercilessly rubbing against your heated cunt, and at the pressure he builds with his fingers. Your eyes flutter close, another soft moan filling your mouth. Jean thinks he's at his limit, but he ignores it. He pushes past it with every thrust of his hips, seeking out every sound you can give him; every moan, sigh, and whimper he can collect. He stores them in the back of his mind for later, for when his bed feels cold and empty.

A heat swirls at the pit of your stomach. It goes around in circles, tighter and tighter each time. You're familiar with the sensation, enough that it makes your toes curl in anticipation. You gasp and shout, holding on to Jean with one clammy hand. Your other shoots out behind you as you shout in surprise when one particular thrust rubs against your sensitive nub just right.

“I'm gonna cum!” you yelp as his face comes towards you. He's chuckling in your ear, and your hand moves again without you realizing it—your body's own way of trying to ground itself from the flight of ecstasy. Your fingers graze metal, and you hear the running water. Your breathing is harsh against your own ears. Jean is laughing again as you feel him reach around you. You feel something wet and cold splash against your back and you jump in his arms.

Jean pushes against you, one hand clamped tightly around one hip. “Easy, you'll fall off,” he says against your temple, a small smile stretching his swollen lips. You dig your nails into his shoulders, wanting to bring him back to the more pressing matter. You had been so close and he had slowed the speed of his hips, causing small jittery motions of your body every time your oversensitive clit received friction.

“Why did you stop?” you ask him, but his eyes are unfocused. His jaw is set, and he looks everywhere but at your eyes. You feel his gaze on your mouth, and your neck. You feel him staring at your chest. He is reaching around you, holding his hands under the running water. He brings them towards you, and slides them over your chest over and over until it soaks through your t shirt. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth as you watch him. He is laser focused. The sight of white teeth pushing down on a berry colored bottom lip shouldn't be so arousing. You consider suing or at the very least writing a strongly worded letter, affronted at how wet it made you; wetter even.

It was starting to become embarrassing how much you craved him at that moment. You whimper when he wets his hands again, and slides them under your shirt. They're cold against your overheated back, fingers unclasping the bra. You narrow your eyes as he expertly reaches through your sleeves, pulls down the straps with your help, and tugs the bra off from the front—as if he's done this before, many many times.

You don't want to think about it. In fact, you hate that you are, even as your nipples are erect. You bite your tongue in hopes of staving off petty jealous things you want to ask and say. You don't get to expend too much energy in that endeavor. Jean never ceases to surprise you, and he commands your attention by grasping your breasts over your t shirt.

His mouth hangs open as he watches, amazed at the sight of the brown areola peeking through the wet fabric; translucent and teasing. You feel you should say something now, while you still can but the words never make it out. His mouth is back on you, on your breasts as he sucks on the nipples through your shirt. His kisses are gentle at first, testing, exploratory His curiosity becomes hungrier, slightly feral. Jean feels himself go blind as he sucks on your nipples, teeth grazing the t shirt until his own skin prickles from the sensation.

You egg him on, thrashing in place, seeking out his hips time and time again with yours. He feels your wetness through your underwear and straight through your shorts. He groans as he sucks loudly, his hands finding your ass. He brings you closer to his hips, moves them against you, feeling sickeningly satisfied with himself. It is him that's making you unravel, and it is him that has you here in disarray, shirt soaked through with a mixture of water and his saliva.

And it is his hair, your fingers tangle up in, and it is his name you call out when you cum, time and time again.

When you come down from your high, when your hips stop moving so viciously against his throbbing cock, Jean finds the will to pull away. He stands away from you, a small amount of drool oozing down his chin. He wipes at it casually with the back of one hand. His gaze is heavy, and his face is flushed in a way that makes you self conscious of your own.

“I'm gonna rest for a bit,” he tells you as he takes another step backwards. Your eyes flit from his face, to his abused bottom lip. You can't help when it drifts lower, to the obvious bump in his sweatpants. Jean turns away from you, and starts walking away from the kitchen and down the corridor towards his bedroom.“I'll do the dishes later, so don't fucking touch them,” he says as he pauses midway to twist his torso. His finger is pointing at you. You're enthralled by the way he frowns at you, at how casually he has changed the subject, as if he wasn't desperately rubbing his cock against you seconds ago. “That's my job, okay?”

He leaves you on the sink, the water running behind you. You startle and jump to turn it off, a shaking hand grasping the metal knob tightly. You try to ignore the slick sensation between your legs, how cold the shirt felt against your hot skin. You try to ignore the sick feeling taking over your chest, and how uneasy you felt now that Jean was gone. Now that his mouth and his hands weren't goading you into orgasm, your mind felt slightly clearer.

You shouldn't have done that.

An arrangement of convenience should remain that: a convenience. Entertaining this, whatever it was, would only make this complicated; a messy inconvenience. You set your jaw, and your convictions and decide that tomorrow morning, when your mind wasn't clouded by the phantom kisses Jean had dropped on your skin, you'll have a serious talk with him.

Lines needed to be drawn clearly in the dirt, in blood, or whatever it took.

[lovemeian]

an ode to you.

‘Just daydreams’ are dreams too. And dreams are wishes sunken deep inside you that only blooms at your most vulnerable state, therefore the ones you most yearn for.

oh yeah, angst, babey + hurt/no comfort, mentions of: former lover, marriage, engagement, hook ups + allegories of body horror and disfigured monsters + kuroo tetsurō x gn!reader + there is no cheating lol, just tasty pain + just tears r us !

+ edited.

+ fair warning: i wrote this at 1am and edited it at 1pm. when i say i went hard on this one, i went metal.

+ part of my gal @tetsvhoe​’s please don’t say you love me collab event!

wc: 1,335.

masterlist ; tell me your thoughts (pain)!

It was so easy to say you should’ve known. Easy to blame it on yourself for being too in love to see, blinded by the easy smiles and lingering kisses. But Kuroo was good at hiding things, especially himself.

It was how he became a good captain in high school, and a good team leader in his division. His masks controlled the narrative, controlled the untamed seas that sought to tide anything that tried to pull him under.

‘an ode to you’ written in a nice script on the inside of the only piece of jewelry he wore. A small gold ring fitted on his pinky. You caught it the moment you met him, darting it again and again whenever he moved it around when he was nervous. Or excited. Every splash of emotion that spilled at the bare niches of his mask— the ring was an indication there was any change at all.

“This seems important to you,” you had asked the night you slept together. A few dates in, shared kisses in between sly and shy glances, and here you were, sunk into his sheets to imprint as much as the rose-coloured bruises purpling across his neck and chest. You had his fingers in your hands, playing with the knuckles and the gold ring. You should’ve felt him tense, should’ve seen his thoughtful expression mask something else. But you were in the high of adoration, basked in its warm embers.

You were the one beside him, in his room, bundled in his arms.

How could you see? He blinded you to the feel of infinity.

“You didn’t even take it off all night,” you joked. When you raised your head— because even in bed, he was too fucking tall — you only saw the raised eyebrow and the well worn smirk he used as an armour. You later realised.

“Want me to take it off? I mean, it’s nothing. Just daydreams.”

“Daydreams? Sounds serious.”

He winked. “It’s an ode to some.”

“Mh. Didn’t realise you were dorky cute.”

His laughter was half pitched, half air. He took you in his arms tighter, pinching your sides until you squirmed. “I’m the best at it. It’s how I lure people into a false sense of security.”

“Damn, okay serial killer.”

He didn’t really lie, did he? More than anything, he was honest to a fault.

Oh, it took a while to get through his heart. You had always felt his iron wall and masked facades, even before you pursued the attraction. But you tore each wall one by one, faced the jungle that was his heart, and peeled back as much of it as you could, each day. Every sly kiss in the break room lengthened, progressed to ones left at dates where laughter is less polite and more unraveled and bright. You didn’t stop, stayed faithful, until his smile felt realer. Eyes brighter. Until Kuroo Tetsurō himself felt more human to you. From Kuroo-san to Tetsu with a loving eye roll and maybe a punctured dumbass at the end.

Your Tetsu.

You were patient, and as he slid the engagement ring on your finger— glittering diamond that twinkled underneath shared tears of joy and the hoots and squeals of the small audience of people that adored both of you — everything was perfect. Storybook wondered and postcard shot-taken.

You should’ve known better.

It was Kenma’s reaction that pulled the curtain apart.

The engagement party had grown in size, parents calling in more people, work friends extended to work teams. Things happen. It was Kenma who spoke a very empathetic ‘Shit’. Kenma, who hardly flinched at anything, faced life with a bored exterior and a flicked wrist. Kenma whose eyes had blown marginally as he tried to catch Lev’s excited gaze with an almost telepathic, profanity-heavy look.

“Look, it’s Gumi-san!”

Nothing about them was familiar. A few people— Kuroo’s former high school friends, some of his older co-workers, and yes, his mother — seem to recognise and put their shifting at ease.

But the ring strung on their neck was familiar.

‘an ode to you’, written in script, pressed in gold, brandished in promises. That to that day, still held strong. Meant something.

And you struck gold when their eyes found Kuroo, and oh, his face said it all.

Kuroo Tetsurō, light of your life, man of masks and well worn charm— his walls crashed and broke all around him, lying in rubble and ruin at his feet, because time seemed to stop just like a movie moment. Darkened background, hushed side characters, and the two main leads across the sea of people, seeing no one but each other.

And you, the viewer, seeing it all as if you could almost touch them. Feel the crackle of familiarity, the love that meant something, yearned for more.

As soon as his body turned to them, every sign meant to take a step toward them, mouth already bracing for words— that’s when you realised that maybe he was blinding himself too. Hoping the masks he put on could be sown more permanently, the stitches less visible. His sadness into a smile, his grief and hope into sly and charm.

Like a magician for an act, it was just your unfortunate fault he chose you across the sea of audience.

And he does find you across it, stopping himself before he could make any more movement toward them as if remembering, realising where the fuck he was and who the fuck he was supposed to promise himself tomorrow to. Who he used to heal his broken heart.

He meets your eyes across the crowd.

“I love you,” he begs now. Insisted.

Locked in the room together, the lights are dimmed, the hearts pulled and bared for each other to see. Yours is bleeding, his— well, you don’t know. It’s so hard to see him anymore. You don’t know where the lie starts and the armour peels. You don’t know where your Tetsu begins and theirs end.

He was a mashed up version in front of you. A disfigured monster begging for love he promised. Love he didn’t mean until it was too late. Until you had peeled him so far back, you had found a monster. Desperate and no longer wanting to be alone.

He’s on his knees, pleading, tears streaming down his face, explaining. How he was in tatters before he met you, how there was so much hope in heartbreak, he realised, waiting for them to come back, to give him a sign.

‘an ode to you.’

A beacon, waiting for someone to recognise, to love again. An ode.

And instead he found you. Your embers. Your light that had given him hope. That forced him to re-learn the steps.

Made you feel like the monster that forced him to love you.

“Don’t you love me?” you ask, voice hollow. You felt ugly and disfigured, a mirror to his own. A human who had only later realised they had become a monster begging for scraps.

“I do.” Kuroo struggles to stand, reaching for you, bruising you in his desperation. His eyes are wild, his tears are hot. They splatter across your face like blood spots through a stricken chest. A mirror to each other. Where they had hurt him, he had hurt you. “I do.”

“Love me enough to say it, but not love me enough to actually love me.” You simpered a smile through tears and the half choked sob you had tried to strangle in your throat. “You’re too cruel, Kuroo. Too cruel.”

“Y/n, I do,” he repeats, taking your hands to his forehead in a prayer. A repentance. A mercy. “I love you, I do.”

“‘I do’,” you echo. It feels so mocking. “I hope you say it in the same desperation tomorrow, Tetsu. Maybe she hears it loud enough for the priest and God to hear you so your ode comes answered this time.”

Just two monsters about to marry each other.

made by lavi <3

taglist: @sakusasimpbot​, @wuyaiscrow​, @encrytpta​, @jadasz​, @asaitashi​, @kenmaslov3r​

[searidings]

fic writer review!

thanks @kg1507 for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

20 as of today :)

2. Whats your total ao3 word count?

303,463 my god i need a hobby

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

only one where the works have ever seen the light of day

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

they don’t love you like i love you

you and me (and you makes three)

with the birds i’ll share this lonely view

i’ve got a fever, can you check?

run the red out

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

not on ao3 and it haunts me every day, im the type of person that if i responded to one i would have to respond to every single one otherwise i’d feel mean and i just haven’t done that. BUT i do try to respond to tumblr asks and i read every single ao3 comment and hoard them all like a lustful gremlin make no mistake

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

probably i’ll take the desert, you take the coast although personally i think it’s more open-hopeful than angsty, but not your traditional happy ending so

7. Do you write crossovers?

yeah for sure i cross cwsg with coherent plotlines and consistent characterisation it’s a real blast (no i don’t)

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

:) anyone who wants to kick our enemies to lovers arc into full swing and come kiss me on the lips i’m waiting <3

9. Do you write smut?

spongebob no lips smile dot jpeg

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! wilful ignorance is bliss

11. Ever had a fic translated?

yes! absolutely incredible experience i’m truly so honoured they’re so beautiful

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

nope! but creating a fic from incredible art in the reverse big bang was an awesome collaboration

13. All time fav ship?

it’s gotta be my fruity little corps, no other ship has gotten 300k words out of me

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

my wip folder is a MESS y’all but the two that will probably never go any further are a rewrite of s2 under the premise that lena has a kid (or does she) and an alternate ending to s5 where lena puts herself between kara and andrea’s kryptonite dagger and andrea actually uses it

15. Writing strengths?

angst, hopefully consistent characterisation, trying desperately to dig through the mess of canon to make some sense of it

16. Writing weaknesses?

way too goddamn wordy, overuse of certain phrases and metaphors, must everything have angst? (yes)

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i’d try it if it was for a language i speak fluently and i felt it fit the context, but i’ve never personally felt the need. i have tried my hand at some ham-fisted kryptonian though

18. First fandom you wrote for?

soupercorp babey!

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

god i love everything as i’m writing it, so for the sake of them being the most recent and also ones i put a lot of time into while trying to get a coherent narrative and have the motives make sense probably let all your damage damage me and if the lord don’t forgive me

tagging @hrwinter, @i-am-robie and @missluthorwillseeyounow if you haven’t already been tagged and fancy it!

[tothemeadow]

Masterlist (Pillars)

 Masterlist for All Pillars

Tomioka Giyuu

Scenarios

Snowfall

you wait for your beloved to come home (GN)

To See You Smile

all you want is to see him smile (GN / female)

Autumn Day

you pick out the perfect pumpkin with Giyuu (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Don’t Do It

Kinktober Day 5: why give into his wishes when you can have fun? (female) [NSFW]

Sweet Things

Kinktober Day 6: Giyuu’s always gentle when it comes to you (female) [NSFW]

Six Hearts Under

Giyuu can’t feel anything but guilt after your death; that is, until your spirit shows up (GN) [angst]

Dreaming of the Other Side

even after your death, Giyuu still finds comfort in the thought of you (GN) [angst]

Headcanons

River of Love

Giyuu’s stuck in a love triangle with you and Sabito

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Rengoku Kyojuro

Scenarios

Butterflies

Kyojuro catches bugs with his children (female)

Forgive My Guilt

after you have a confrontation with death, Kyojuro feels more than guilty for not being there to protect you (GN) [angst]

Already Gone

you can’t get over your late husband (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Eat Your Cake and then Some

where Kyojuro indirectly pops the question (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Golden Boy

there’s a beauty to Kyojuro’s warmth when it’s raining outside (GN) [NSFW, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

My Dear Brother

Senjuro accompanies Kyojuro on the Mugen Train mission and learns what it means to protect others - especially his brother [angst]

Firelight

you and Kyojuro share some snuggles while riding out a storm (GN)

Different

Kinktober Day 4: for once, Kyojuro’s bent over for you (GN) [NSFW]

Showoff

Kinktober Day 5: Kyojuro shows off how pretty you are (male) [NSFW] {+ Tengen}

Fluid Movements

Kinktober Day 6: beats aren’t the only thing dropping in the club (AFAB, GN (kinda)) [NSFW]

Surprise, Surprise

Kinktober Day 7: Kyojuro was not expecting to see that when he came home from a long mission (female) [NSFW]

Hot-Blooded

you argue with Sanemi on the regular; one day, things take a turn for the worst. Kyojuro finally decides to step in. (GN)

Want You, Need You

you belong to Kyojuro, right? then why are with another guy? (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Together Forever

you’re Kyojuro’s, you know. whether you like it or not (female) [yandere, dark themes]

To My Love

Kyojuro’s jealous of your close relationship with Giyuu... Shinobu convinces him otherwise (GN)

Devil Inside

Being a slayer, Kyojuro knows how wrong it is to be absolutely whipped for a demon. It’s not his own fault that you give him mind-blowing sex. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

A Wild Beast

Kyojuro comforts you over the fact that you’re breathing technique is slowly turning you into a wolf (GN)

Savior

Being the Flame Pillar’s tsugoku is no easy task; saving his brother, however, proves to be something else entirely. (GN) [angst, COMMISSION]

Picking Daisies

Kyojuro wants to make you his, but someone else is in the way... (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

you waited all day to give your crush some Valentine’s chocolates, only to be shot down by somebody else; turns out your crush had the same idea... (female/GN)

Coming Under Fire

Kyojuro decides to take your relationship to the next level while teaching you how utterly amazing you are, no matter what anyone else says. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Jealousy

you’re jealous of the relationship between Kyojuro and Mitsuri (female)

Falling Leaves, Rising Hearts

some autumn HCs for Kyojuro (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Hear My Heart

you’re deaf and Kyojuro’s a sweetheart (GN)

Your Tummy is Cute

you have a very soft tummy and you’re insecure about it (GN)

Yandere HCs

(self-explanatory) [dark themes]

My Shiny Teeth and Me

you’re self-conscious about your teeth (GN)

Milk Bags for Days

Kyojuro has a busty S/O (female) [spicy]

Valentine’s w/ Kyojuro

fluffy Valentine headcanons! (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Birthday HCs

how he celebrates his birthday! [SFW & NSFW]

It’s Just Fluff

Kyojuro with a chubby S/O (female)

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Tokito Muichiro

Scenarios

Gemstones

Muichiro’s eyes are certainly beautiful (GN)

White Wedding

you and Muichiro get married (female)

I am Babey (Among Us AU)   /  part 2

Muichiro is an Impostor but swears to protect you (GN) {+ Pillars}

Warmth 

you keep Muichiro warm (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Goodbye

Muichiro breaks your heart (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Feed Me

where Muichiro is a vampire and you’re delicious (female) [spicy, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

With Eyes Shut

Kinktober Day 4: vampire Muichiro cannot get enough of you (female) [NSFW]

Blue Moon

Kinktober Day 6: your blood is too sweet for Muichiro to deny (female) [NSFW]

Make Me

Muichiro is a pompous little brat and you put him in his place (female) [NSFW]

Milky

Muichiro and Inosuke are your special boys who love your breasts and everything that comes with them (female) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

A Touch too Much

all Muichiro wants to do is please his mistress... (female) [NSFW]

Blue Lilies

in the late hours of the night, your only sense of comfort is Muichiro (GN)

Of Cream and Lace

Muichiro and Inosuke in pretty dresses and panties. That’s it. (female) [NSFW]

Cleanup in Aisle Four

during a shopping trip, Muichiro and Inosuke get a bit restless due to the toys you put them (female) [NSFW]

Addiction

you and Muichiro are simply addicted to each other (female) [NSFW]

Stellatus

you sit in Muichiro’s lap and gaze up at the stars (GN)

Game On

it’s only fair that Muichiro gets his revenge on you after you distract him from playing his game, no? (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

In Ill Health

Muichiro comforts you when you’re feeling sick (GN / female)

Memory Goes Brrr

Muichiro has an S/O with a horrible memory, just like him (GN)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Reactions

I Put a Spell on You

Muichiro reacts to you wearing the dancer outfit from Shantae (female) [suggestive themes]

Iguro Obanai

Scenarios

Praise Daddy

Kinktober Day 3: Obanai deserves all the praise he can get (GN) [NSFW]

In my Dreams

in a faraway town, people are going missing, and it’s up to Obanai to get to the bottom of it; he wasn’t expecting that a succubus was behind them all (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

Obanai the Science Guy

some Kimetsu Gakuen HCs

Valentine’s w/ Obanai

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Kocho Shinobu

Scenarios

Pretty Present

Kinktober Day 2: Shinobu presents you a gift and you eagerly accept it (female) [NSFW]

More

Kinktober Day 5: you want Shinobu to give you what you want (female) [NSFW]

One, Two, Three

Kinktober Day 7: you’re Shinobu’s pretty little pet and she adores you (female) [NSFW]

The Biggest

you’re only slightly taller than Shinobu but you hold it over her constantly (female)

Quarantine Cuddles

just some straight up fluff with Shinobu (GN)

Headcanons

Cottagecore

(self-explanatory)

Bun in the Oven

pregnancy HCs

Himejima Gyomei

Scenarios

My Immortal

Gyomei curses himself for being blind (GN) [angst]

Gentle

you snuggle on Gyomei’s tiddies (GN)

Headcanons

Gyomei with a Thicc S/O

(self-explanatory) (female) [both SFW & NSFW]

Kanroji Mitsuri

Scenarios

A Prayer

her body, the temple. you, the worshipper (GN) [slight NSFW]

I’m in Control

Kinktober Day 5: Mitsuri makes a bottom out of you (male) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

Quarantine Drabble

you and Mitsuri spend another day in domestic bliss (GN)

Headcanons

That’s My Cup of Tea

some dating HCs (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Scenarios

Bratty Sanemi

Kinktober Day 1: Sanemi’s a mouthy brat and you put him in his place (GN) [NSFW]

Gimme Gimme

Sanemi just wants your attention, dammit! (GN)

All She Wrote

Sanemi knew he lost a long time ago, but it still hurts to watch his loved one with someone else (female) [angst]

Headcanons

Sanemi with Someone who Doesn’t like Blood

(self-explanatory) (GN)

I Bet You Wanna

in which Sanemi tries to woo you (GN) {+ Sabito}

Teehee

you have a dark sense of humor 

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Receiving Flowers

you give him flowers uwu

Uzui Tengen

Scenarios

More and More

after being away for so long, Tengen’s just glad to see you (GN) [NSFW]

Godlike

Tengen is just too pretty (GN)

Daddy is too Good to Me

Kinktober Day 3: Tengen’s way too amazing to look at and you want more (female) [NSFW]

Love you, Hate you

Kinktober Day 6: what Tengen wants, Tengen gets. it’s not his fault you’re stubborn (female) [NSFW]

Redlight

Kinktober Day 7: an absolute stranger brings you the night of a lifetime (female) [NSFW]

A Healing Heart

After a grueling training session with Tengen, you’re hurt badly. Granted, you and Tengen don’t always get along, but he seems to feel guilty... Amongst other things. (female) [COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Sugar Daddy 

(self-explanatory)

Valentine’s w/ Tengen

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy 

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)