#and it was impossible to find fics for him😫

[tingyyytingsss]

This might have been my craziest hear me out when I was a kid.

Liiiiike I can't formally explain the hold he had on me at 12.

[lovelybucky1]

rivals/enemies to lovers Anakin fic and their tension is 10000000x high all the time like😫😫😫

thank you for the ask!!! inbox open for cillian murphy and anakin

warnings: gender neutral!reader, pushy anakin, semi-public, mentions of masturbation, inappropriate use of the force, teasing, enemies to lovers, 18+ minors dni

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Anakin Skywalker might be the most infuriating person you have ever had the misfortune of meeting. The praise he constantly received for his skills during his padawan years combined with the title of "Chosen One" that is often bestowed upon him did terrible things for his ego.

He struts around the temple with so much arrogance that you can practically smell it on him. He's rude and demanding, often making some of the younger Jedi do his bidding just because they listen to him.

If they weren't scared of Anakin, they were bowing at his feet to kiss his boots. Everybody knew what Anakin was capable of, and they treated him like a god because of it. But not you.

To you, Anakin was nothing but a spoiled brat in an adult's body. He tried to enchant you, to get you under the same spell he had everyone else under, but you refused. You could recognize talent, but you would rather die than contribute to his inflated ego.

For some reason, your refusal to kiss his ass made Anakin obsessed with you. He knows you hate him, you make it obvious. Anakin has taken this hatred as a challenge; he wants to break your resolve.

Anakin is like a fly, always buzzing around your head at the least opportune times. During training, he always volunteers to be your partner. He always sits next to you at meals and during meditation. While meditating, he invades your mind just to pester you some more. At night, he appears in your dreams and you wake up pissed off at him.

This is a game to Anakin. One you despise with your entire being, but its one he never seems to tire of. It's escalated a bit over time; at first it was just teasing jibes and general annoyance, but now his remarks have a flirtatious edge to them and that makes you even angrier.

"If you were that desperate to get into my arms, you just had to ask," Anakin smirks as he looks down at where you fell against his chest. Training with Anakin is never easy, he plays dirty just so he can get you into positions such as these.

"Get the fuck off of me," you huff, pushing him away.

"What's got you in such a bad mood?" he asks, knowing full well that it's him that has you so irritated.

"One of life's greatest mysteries," you say as you get back into a fighting stance.

Training technically ended an hour ago, but Anakin kept taking you down and you couldn't leave without a victory.

"Come on, you can tell me. I can keep a secret."

You run at him, extending your foot to kick him in the shoulder but he grabs your ankle and flips you over, sending you falling face down onto the mat. You grunt when you hit the floor and roll onto your back, only to find Anakin standing over you, looking impossibly tall.

"You're my fucking problem."

You get up, swatting Anakin's hand away when he offers it to you.

"Me? What have I done to you?" he asks.

Catching him off guard, you hook your ankle around the back of his knee and bring him to the ground. He could have fought back, but he goes down easily. You stand in front of him as he kneels in front of you, not looking any less smug despite his position.

“Why do you continue to train with me if you hate me so much?” he asks.

“You choose me, asshole.”

“I don’t force you to be my partner. You could have anyone you wanted.”

You glare down at him. “I like beating the shit out of you.”

“Have you ever beat me?” he asks with a smirk. “Y’know, sometimes I get a feeling that you like me.”

“Like you?”

“Yeah. You’re always hanging around me, you dream about me, you even think about me when you meditate. That sounds a little like obsession to me.” He walks forward a bit on his knees so he’s close enough to rest his cheek against your thigh, and for some reason you don’t stop him.

“Those are all things you do, Anakin. You put those thoughts in my head.”

Anakin chuckles. “Maybe so, but I know you also think about me at night,” he rises to his feet, once again towering over you. “in bed, under the covers when you can’t get to sleep.”

You gasp, trying to cut it off before he notices but it’s too late. Anakin is close, too close, his chest mere inches away from yours.

“I didn’t put those thoughts in that pretty head. That’s all you. Your desire,” he takes ahold of your wrists and pins them at your sides. “Your dirty secrets.” His gaze is intense and it makes you want to squirm away from it.

“You’re a fucking pig,” you spit, trying to wrestle your way out of his hold but there’s no use.

“And you can’t admit what you want,” he says. “Come on, you can tell me. I promise I won’t tell a soul.” Somehow Anakin sounds earnest and you feel compelled to confess.

“I don’t like you,” you say.

“I don’t want you to.”

“I hate you.”

“I like it that way.” He looks at you expectantly. “But…?”

“There’s no but, Anakin! I’m not attracted to you,” you huff.

He rolls his eyes and smirks. “How about I tell you some things first, and then it’s your turn?” You give him a blank stare in return; he continues anyway. “I hate you. I think you’re a stubborn little bitch who hates me just because you’re jealous. You’ll never be as powerful as I am, and I know that irks you like nothing else. I hate the way you talk shit about me every chance you get to make yourself feel better. And most of all, I hate the way you pretend you don’t want me to fuck you in all the ways you fantasize about.”

You gape at him, feeling embarrassed and angry that he just exposed you so blatantly. You wrench your arms out of his hold and this time he lets you, which makes you even angrier.

“You fucking-”

“Tell me you don’t want it,” he challenges. You stare back at him. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you.”

There is a moment of silence; Anakin waiting for you to deny and you waiting for him to ridicule you.

Anakin steps forward and grabs your hips, pulling you flush to him. You don’t fight back.

“Nothing to say?”

“Fuck you.”

“You gotta say please if you want it so bad,” he grins.

“I hope you choke.”

In a flash, Anakin has you down on the mat, flat on your back. Your legs are spread and he’s slotted between them, leaning up on his elbows to look at you. His nose is only inches away from yours, and it’s making your blood boil.

“Don’t I feel good on top of you?” He does, and he knows it. “Just say yes, baby. I’ll fuck you right here, just how you like it.”

You grit your teeth. “Yes.”

[awesomedurraworld]

Riza and her team are preparing to rebuild Ishval. As she grapples with wher strained relationship with Mustang, she’s simultaneously struggling to ignore her impossible feelings for him, and her past traumatic memories coming back to haunt her. Riza is finding the return to Ishval even more challenging than she had expected.

A post-canon, Royai slowburn, Riza-centric character study for the Royai Big Bang 2024. COMPLETE, and posted in its entirety on October 3rd. :)

HELLOOO lovely souls, Bringing you today some of my favorite arts I ever did for @quiet-nocturne fic overcome for the @royaibigbang!! 🩷🩷🩷 I had so much fun reading Nell’s fic, and such a hard time choosing which scenes to draw 😫 I ended up choosing these, a diner scene ( which just sounds so domestic and I feel in love with it ) the I wanted to f*** so bad scene ( was because I really wanted to highlight the fun times in the fic, but I am not that daring, so this just felt so in my comfort zone while still delivering that aspect! ) the last one, which probably is my favorite, “ I thought I lost you.” art which I think speaks for itself ✋🏻

Get your butt 🫵🏻🫵🏻 and go read the fic right now, promise you wouldn't regret it, I have the ao3 linked above and you can check it in our Ebook

Nell is one of my favorite authors, she is supportive, and I just can't express how much sweet she is, go and leave comments under her fic! The book is also on storygraph, so you can go and leave reviews there 🩷

These are the original sketches that I fist turned in before deciding that I want to change things! And I am just so proud of how things turned out

[annab-recs]

what i read this month - december ‘22

❀ = nsfw/mature content, minors dni

reminder to read the warnings before a fic & to support writers by reblogging :)

organized alphabetically by fandom, then by pairing, then by author

the amazing spider-man

bloody love part 1 & part 2 - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, series, unrequited love, hanahaki au, genre: angst/fluff summary: who said love couldn’t kill? commentary: i've never read a hanahaki fic before but omg i ate this shit up, it's soooo good 😍

marvel

watching a christmas movie with peter parker - @darasloves

type: peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: exactly what the title says commentary: all i want in life is to spend christmas with peter 😫 so good and so cute

bake my day - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: you haven’t been able to see peter for some time due to work but when you give him a surprised visit on christmas, you end up getting surprised yourself commentary: at this point, just go read cookie's whole masterlist because she is a fantastic writer

bloody love part 1 & part 2 - @parkerpeter24

type: tasm!peter parker x reader, series, unrequited love, hanahaki au, genre: angst/fluff summary: who said love couldn’t kill? commentary: i've never read a hanahaki fic before but omg i ate this shit up, it's soooo good 😍

warm confessions - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff/smut summary: peter and you have always been great friends but when the radiator in your shared apartment breaks, the two of you are left with some things unfigured. commentary: so soft, so sweet, so pete 🥰

outer banks

hot chocolate - @bradleybeachbabe

type: rafe cameron x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: sharing a hot chocolate with rafe commentary: cutie little winter blurb, had me all 🥰

cold season - @bradleybeachbabe

type: topper thornton x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: topper likes to hear you talk about how much you love the cold season even though it isn't particularly his favorite time of the year commentary: if you want to read a little something where topper is being a sweetheart, this is the blurb for you 😍

stranger things

christmas - @honeymunson

type: eddie munson x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: you and eddie spend y’all’s first christmas together commentary: a stinkin' sweet christmas eddie blurb you must read

first snow - @honeymunson

type: eddie munson x reader, blurb, chirstmas, genre: fluff summary: you and eddie watch the snow fall together. commentary: some more super cute christmas eddie content from our beloved bee <3

eddie munson oneshot - @katsu28

type: eddie munson x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff summary: you find eddie working on your car to be very hot commentary: so hot, loved it so much!!!

eddie munson blurb - @luveline

type: eddie munson x plus size!reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: getting stuck under the mistletoe with eddie commentary: the way he gets the reader over to the mistletoe and then makes her feel comfortable before kissing her, chefs kiss 🤌🏼

enough - @starlightsearches

type: eddie munson x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: angst/fluff/hurt comfort summary: reader is embarrassed about her lack of experience and feels like it’s impossible for any guy to be attracted to her commentary: this is so so so good, like i can't even explain how good this is, made me feel all the things, will break your heart and then repair it all in one go

jealous!steve about eddie and henderson!reader during season four - @familyvideostevie

type: jealous!steve harrington x henderson!reader, oneshot, genre: angst/fluff summary: henderson!reader is avoiding steve because of nancy so when they break into the creel house, she offers to get eddie food so steve is antsy when they go to find them at skull rock worried she might have fallen for eddie commentary: the banter was so good, all the misunderstanding of her thinking he liked nancy and him thinking she liked eddie, ahhh i will forever adore idiots in love even if they get on my nerves, the ending was perfection!

tom holland & co

it's (a) november baby! - @t-lostinworlds

type: tom holland x reader, oneshot, established relationship, genre: fluff summary: tom partakes in a bet with the boys in no nut november. but what happens if you’re a bovember baby? commentary: dude, this is so funny, so cute, so amazing like you have to read it if you haven't already!! tom is so in love with the reader and she just teases the hell out of him and i am here for it. definitely a must-read if you ask me 🤩

tom holland blurb - @toms-gf

type: college!frat!tom holland x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: seeing tom out on campus and having him immediately put his arm around you with such male ease/confidence because he wants to close commentary: the most perfect and cutest little frat!tom blurb ever

you're in love - @userholland

type: tom holland x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff summary: it’s your friend’s wedding and you’re not sure what to get her and the groom for their happy day. luckily, your date and best friend, tom, helps you choose something nice but you never knew how picky he could be about kitchen supplies. commentary: tom is so tom in this, gahh i love it 😍

[hendolish]

Girlie that last benaaron fic got me like👀👀. Maybe another one but with car sex. And Aaron's like we can wait but Ben literally cannot and he practically jumps Aaron in the car. I'm such a sucker for desperate Ben you don't understand 😫😫

ben white/aaron ramsdale | desperate ♡ (smut)

The night air is crisp as Ben and Aaron step out of the dimly lit restaurant, their laughter lingering like a sweet echo. Ben's hand grazes Aaron's back, relishing the feeling of the smooth fabric of his suit under his fingertips.

Wine and a shared dinner have left him in high spirits, his usually reserved self giving way to a more playful, touchy-feely Ben that seldom makes an appearance. But Aaron loves it when he does.

They stroll down the quiet street, the glow of streetlamps casting a gentle, romantic sheen on the surroundings. Ben can't resist himself; he's drawn to Aaron like a moth to a flame. He slips his arm around Aaron's waist and pulls him closer, trailing a line of soft kisses along his jaw.

"You look well fit in that suit." Ben murmurs, his lips brushing against Aaron's earlobe.

Aaron chuckles, a deep, melodic sound that warms Ben's heart. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Emboldened, Ben stops in his tracks, his fingers slipping beneath the collar of Aaron's shirt, caressing the nape of his neck. Their lips meet in a fervent kiss, a tangle of desire and affection.

It takes a while for them to reach Aaron's car, and Ben reluctantly breaks the kiss. The passion in his eyes is undeniable, a smouldering hunger that speaks volumes. He wants Aaron, and he wants him now.

Inside the car, they share a stolen moment, the privacy of the vehicle a haven for their desires. Ben’s kisses become deeper, more passionate, his hands exploring every inch of Aaron's body. It's impossible to deny the heat between them, and Aaron smiles against Ben’s lips.

"We should wait," Aaron murmurs, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He means they should hold off until they get home, but Ben is having none of it.

Ben shakes his head, his gaze intense. He crashes his lips against Aaron's, a fiery hunger igniting within him. He knows what he wants, and he's not one to wait; Aaron always gives him what he desires.

Aaron soon finds himself breathless, pushed back in the driver's seat as Ben climbs into his lap. Inebriated, it's not the most precise of manoeuvres and Ben curses under his breath as he knocks his knee against the gearstick.

"Not funny." He breathes out against Aaron's cheek as the blond can't help the laughter that bubbles out of him. Aaron takes Ben firmly into the circle of his arms in apology, grinding upwards to capture the shaky breath that falls from Ben's lips.

Their hands fumble, the urgency palpable as fabric rustles and belts unbuckle and soon Ben feels the gratifying touch of skin on skin, Aaron's heat pressed against his own.

"Please." The word rips itself from Ben's lungs as Aaron closes a hand around his cock, stroking it far too slowly. The smug look on the blond's face tells Ben he knows exactly what he’s doing and if he didn't look so fucking attractive right now in his suit jacket and tie, Ben would be having words with him.

Instead, he says it again, this time more desperate than the first, the need for Aaron to do something, anything, burning through his veins.

"Want me inside you?" Aaron checks with him eventually after Ben adds a few pleading kisses to the mix. Ben nods half-coherently as he presses his cheek against Aaron's, breathing heavily, "You still stretched enough?"

To have Aaron push into him with no prep, he means. Ben shakes his head, "Don't care." He probably is, but he would've wanted this either way.

Despite his own reckless attitude, Aaron still pushes inside of him slowly, gripping on tightly to Ben's hips so that he won't fall and take too much too soon. Ben grits his teeth as he takes each inch, the stretch burning in the best way, but he still manages to take all of Aaron's cock and can't help but feel pleased, grinning as he pulls Aaron into a kiss, the blond gazing up at him, mesmerised.

"Fuck."

Ben curses as Aaron begins to move, thrusting upwards into him at an unrelenting pace, the earlier fire burning between them rekindled. Aaron's large hands dig into the flesh of Ben's arse as they move together, the blond dictating their moves as Ben gasps and moans against his ear, kissing and licking at the shell.

And Ben can't take it as Aaron brushes up against his prostate, his entire body quivering with pleasure as he slumps forward against the taller man, relinquishing every last inch of control as he squeezes his eyes shut and loses himself to the pleasure of his climax washing over him.

He spills over his own stomach and shirt that remains hanging from his shoulders, half-unbuttoned. He probably ruins Aaron's too but he doesn't think the other will much mind at this moment in time as he continues to thrust inside of him, chasing his own release.

"Love you."

Ben tells him sincerely as he leans back slightly in Aaron's arms to hold his gaze, and that's the moment that Aaron finally falls over the edge, breathing heavily as he sinks Ben deeply onto his cock and spills inside of him.

And Aaron whispers it back to him a million times over between tiny little kisses pressed to every inch of Ben's skin until delivering one final lingering kiss to his lips that feels more intimate than anything that's ever been said between them.

♡

[st-juliet]

Can I request an nsfw fic sitting on Sherlock Holmes’ lap while he explains a case to reader, she start kissing his neck and he starts stuttering 😩😩 (also, Im literally in LOVE with your works 😫 😭)

Pulse Point

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: To help him relax in the midst of a trying case, Reader exploits Sherlock’s only vulnerability.

Content: 18+ for smutty smutty smut, Sherlock’s filthy mouth, unprotected sex, and pure domestic bliss.

Notes: My first prompt! Thank you thank you thank you, Anon; I love this so much. I wrote it quite quickly and unedited, so apologies for any imperfections!

“Come, sit with me, darling girl.”

Standing in the door of your husband’s study, you fall even more in love with Sherlock Holmes. He sits behind his desk in his leather wingback chair, attired in his shirtsleeves, coat discarded, posture tense—it has been hours since you saw him come home, carrying a crate of papers and wearing the expression of determination and passion that lets you know the game is well and truly afoot.

Eager to be of help, you follow his directive at once, crossing the room to his side. He settles you on his lap and places a chaste, gentle kiss to your temple, pausing to breathe in the scent of your hair. A little of his tension seems to melt away with your closeness, and you return his kiss—but on the lips, this time—with a smile. He smiles, too, and whispers, “I love you so.”

“As I love you! Now, tell me the matter of the case,” you prompt, with another light, teasing peck. “Begin at the beginning, and perhaps some new detail will reveal itself in the telling.”

Sherlock smiles, a little wearily, but with a clear relief at your presence and enthusiasm.

“Yes, pray lend me a little of your brilliance, Mrs. Holmes, for I am at my wit’s end.”

“Nonsense; your wit is endless,” you scoff, and at last he laughs, too. You share another kiss, deeper this time, and he settles more comfortably into the chair.

“It is Moriarty,” he sighs, loosening his cravat and tossing it aside. “It is always Moriarty, the spider in the center of the web. But for once, he torments me with leisure, not urgency. There is no captive aristocrat, no explosives planted, no threat of impending murder; and thank god for it. But instead, he spins me an ever-expanding list of riddles, each more obscure and particular than the last. To what end I do not know.”

He tips his head back against the chair, exposing the long line of his throat to your gaze. Though you would find it nigh impossible to select a favorite part of your husband’s body—for truly, it seems that every night as he fills your aching channel so perfectly, so completely, there is some new, glorious detail of his physique thrown into prominence—Sherlock’s neck is especially tempting. It is a singular point of vulnerability in such a massive, muscled man, and one you love to exploit: you know well that so much as a single kiss can bring the man to his knees, or else drive him to bend you over the nearest surface and make you his in the most primal, profound way.

“He boasts of the reach of his accomplices by infiltrating those systems in which we have the greatest trust, so much that the average man may not even notice anything has changed.”

You simply cannot help yourself.

Delicately, you shift upon his lap, wickedly delighted that he has fixed his eyes upon the cluttered wall opposite his desk, where his series of pinned-up schedules, diagrams, and ciphers distract him from your intentions.

“But I first noticed that the regular seven o’clock train from Trafalgar to Charing Cross was delayed on Tuesday—“

With a slow deliberation, you kiss the point where his pulse beats steadily beneath his jaw.

“—initial—initially—by seven—“

You part your lips ever so slightly and kiss him again.

“—by seven—se—“

A large, lissome hand lands heavily on your thigh. You do not let this deter you; no indeed, it only incites you further, and you press your lips more firmly against his neck.

“By seven minutes!” he concludes in a rush, and you take advantage of his pause for breath to trail your kisses lower, pulling aside the collar of his shirt for a better vantage. 

You lightly sink your teeth into his flesh, just at the juncture where his neck and shoulder meet, and he moans.

“Angel—oh, my g—god…”

As you work your way back up to his pulse point, he still stutters out a little more on the subject of the case: “Angel, the—the trains—I am—tr—trying to—explain…“

You raise your head up innocently.

“Shall I stop, sir?”

Sherlock kisses your lips hungrily, squeezing you tighter, and you wriggle in delight, feeling him grow hard at your ministrations. It gratifies you to no end, when this stern, controlled man falls prey to his own lusts, unable to help the way his length strains at his trousers—and all for you.

“No, no—“ he breathes, and you take your cue eagerly, shifting to straddle his thighs, their breadth forcing your legs wide apart. “Don’t stop, my sweet—ah—angel.”

He fumbles with the fastenings of his trousers, but can’t seem to manage the simple motor function, such is his arousal, especially as your lips return to his neck.

“Let me help you,” you offer, murmuring against his throat as you pepper it with more kisses. “Let me please you, please, Sherlock…”

“God, lo—look what you’ve—done to me,” he sighs, throwing up his hands. Laughing breathlessly, you finish the job yourself, a rapturous smile of triumph gracing your lips as your hand wraps around his freed cock, already leaking and flushed with desire. “You…you undo me completely,” he groans, thrusting up into your grasp. “Fuck, please, my darling girl, please, let me feel you—“

“Yes, Sherlock, anything you want!”

This seems to reinvigorate him, and he growls, pushing aside your skirts roughly. He does not allow the time for you to rise and doff your undergarments, but instead simply tears the delicate fabric at the seams to reveal your dripping petals.

“I’ll buy—buy you more,” he promises, as you rock your wet heat against his achingly hard cock. “What do you want, angel? What can I give? All the lace in the world. A dozen gowns, a hundred, anything for you—emeralds or pearls or—oh, Christ, you are so fucking tight I can hardly—“ This as you sink down on him, sheathing him to the hilt with your own a cry of ecstasy. “I’ll give you the world. Oh, my love…”

You continue to besiege his neck as you ride him, finding out each sweet spot that makes him clutch your hips all the harder, with Sherlock babbling out a litany of absolute filth mixed with romantic nonsense:

“That pretty, pretty mouth god your lips—you will be the death of me, angel!”

Sherlock hardly lasts a moment more after your climax causes you to clench around him, holding him tight and deep and perfect, and he gasps your name and a stammering profession of love as he spills himself inside you. You gaze into his eyes as they come back into focus, and you share a little panting laughter, for you are both an absolute mess of half-discarded clothes, dripping seed, and riotously disheveled hair. You have even left a clear mark on his neck, which makes you feel as grand as the empress of the earth, to have laid such an intimate claim upon his otherwise unassailable body. Murmuring quiet, loving little praises, you help one another to undress fully, till you stand before one another fully natural, each drinking in the sight of the other.

“My god. Just look at you, Mrs. Holmes.”

“You are the most beautiful man alive!” you cannot help but exclaim, and he tosses his head in evident pride at the compliment. How you love to make him vain.

“And at last, I am thinking clearly—for the first time all day!” he says, making you laugh again, then he lets out an exultant “Ha!” and strides over towards the gallery of evidence pinned to the wall. “You’ve done it. By Jove, Mrs. Holmes, you have knocked the scales from my eyes. I see the whole design now…”

“Then let me fetch you fresh clothes—and some water to wash, hmm?”

“Yes, give me leave a little while to dole out justice upon Moriarty. And then turnabout’s fair play for you, wife: I think your lovely neck deserves a mark or two of its own…”

If you enjoyed, please do leave a comment, reblog, or visit my Masterlist!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

So the Freddy Krueger tongue phone scene pops up in my mind every once in a while, and I NEED to know if anyone has written a fic using that. It's so- 😫

Oh Juice! So funny you asked this because I was actually planning on doing this because I have not seen a single person do this yet which is honestly a fucking crime, right?! You gave me the perfect in and excuse to write this! I am counting this as a belated birthday gift to me but I hope you all love it too! Shout out to @lucifers-horror-harem for the title! Let’s not waste time, let’s fucking GO!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.7K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Mentions Of Murder. Mentions Of Gore. Mentions Of Death. Sleep Deprivation. Tension. Fear Play. Sexual Frustration. Dirty Talk. Praise. Masturbation. Degradation. Taunting. Teasing. Banter. Begging. Oral Sex. Tougue Fucking. Face (Phone?) Riding. Phone Sex. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Squirting. Giving Freddy A Taste Of His Own Medicine.

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Tongue Tied.

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Your life used to be simple. 

Things were real fucking easy prior to this mess. Usual life stuff, college, job, friends, you know, an average life but one that you loved because you foraged it yourself, it was yours. 

It didn’t feel like that lately however, as of late it feels as if your very existence was threatened to be ripped from your grip, even as you clawed desperately to hold it close and maintain it. The start of it happened with a friend complaining of nightmares kicked it off, you had been having some yourself but passed it off on tests and life stress, until your friend died under very mysterious circumstances. And she wasn’t the only one.

Multiple people in your town started dying, your own nightmares ramped up, worsened, you didn’t want to sleep, you couldn’t, by now you had figured out that sleeping would spell your end and you weren’t going to take that lying down.

The connecting thread in all your nightmares was a man, no, a monster, a demon, an awful and evil creature hell bent on ruining and destroying everything and everyone in his path. Horribly burnt and somehow even more horribly dressed, he told terrible jokes and invaded your personal space, he knew all your worst fears and taunted you relentlessly. He seemed to get off on playing with his food, namely you, and drawing this out. He made you feel so unsteady, terrified and unsafe. He loved your uncomfortability, loved how your face twists and betrays your emotions. Lets him in on all your thoughts and feelings. 

Your own home, your own room, your own fucking bed, a sanctuary, a haven from the shit of the outside world had been twisted into a space that instead bred nightmares simply by occupying it. 

It made you on edge, made your blood run cold and made you want to cry and scream. It made you want to fucking break something.

But were you going to tolerate this? Letting this crispy asshole annihilate your life when it was just truly beginning? Gutting you open with some cheesy pun, laughing all the while as he played in your intestines? As fucking if. No way, you were going to get him, you had a plan, you were going to fuck him up before he ever had the chance to do it to you.

You had to act soon. Your grades and job suffered, you were so tired all the time that micro naps were impossible to avoid, your eyes were always burning, limbs heavy and steps sluggish. You have to stop him. 

So you intended to take action, who knows how many more nights you might be able to survive, you were thoroughly exhausted and tonight might be your last shot. You were going to set a loud alarm, fall asleep, find him and drag him into reality. No fucking dream demon bullshit, no powers, just you and him and you think with the traps you set up that you have a damn good shot at getting him. 

You had everything all set up and you were feeling determined, ready. More than all that though, you had to admit, you were frustrated. Not just mentally, you were very frustrated mentally, but physically. You were so fucking pent up, you had been so distracted and busy and dealing with a million other things it feels like way too long since you had last gotten off and it was weighing on you. 

It made you worried.

It was an unnecessary distraction, one you feared might hinder your performance tonight, you needed your wits about you, a clear head. That is why you thought that getting yourself off before trying to enact your plan was probably a wise call to make. 

You settled into your bed, got under the covers, lights still low as you decided to take care of that little problem, you weren’t going to let something as silly and simple as not taking care of your physical needs lead to your death. 

So you took some time and some care. You couldn’t take as long as you usually might like to but you did want to ensure that you came hard as fuck and really satisfied yourself. Hands started high and skimmed down your sides, lower and lower, fingers over your hips and into your pyjama shorts. You find your underwear damp just as they always are lately, your fingers press in just the right spot and it makes your hips stir in response. You start to rub slow and soft circles, the pleasurable heat sparks low inside of you, one thought is clear, that thought of course being, “Fuck I needed this.”

You touched harder, more pressure, you wanted to speed it a long, now that you got started you couldn’t stop, you were truly aware of just how needy you were. No hope of slowing down, you circled harder, eyes falling closed and back arching as the sensation built. A soft curse leaves your lips, thoughts flit through your mind, disjointed images and fantasies, hot thoughts that never fail to make you clench and throb, they expedite the process even further. You pant softly as your hand works, fingers never slowing, you were going to get there in record time at this rate. 

The thought of a strong hand on your throat and a thick thigh between your own for you to grind on makes you gasp, dragged right to the edge, just a little more and you’d be there. Mental clarity, peace, your life back, a good night’s sleep, it was all within reach and you bite your bottom lip, a few more passes of your fingers and the tension would break, pleasure would overtake and you’d finally, blissfully cu-

The phone on your bedside table rang loud and clear and it caused your hand to pull back and you to sit up.

Your heart was pounding as you looked over your shoulder to the phone, who the fuck was calling right now? You couldn’t deal with this! You had far too much to do, also you didn’t want to talk to whoever it was when they so rudely cut your pleasure short and inadvertently made you edge that hard by calling. So you leaned over and ripped the cord free from the wall with a huff, you wrapped the cord around the phone for good measure before slamming it back down. Whoever it was, it couldn’t be more important than you taking your life back, hell, it couldn’t be more important than you getting off.

You fall back against the pillows, your hand slips back into your shorts, eyes closing, you work to conjure up some of those really hot images and get back what you lost. Your mood was definitely soured, that was going to be a stellar orgasm that was stolen, you’d have to seriously try to get back into that head space, a piss off when you had so much to accomplish tonight. 

Just as you were starting to fall back into it, just as it was beginning to feel good again, when you had hope of a halfway decent orgasm, the phone, inexplicably, rang again. 

This time you weren’t angry. You were scared and confused. You sat up slowly, looked at the phone next to you and it rang again. And again. How was that possible when you unplugged it? You ripped the cord out of the wall for fucks sake. 

You shifted onto your knees, you picked up the phone and unwrapped the cord slowly, it rang once more and once the cord was free you picked up the phone, brought it up with shaking fingers to your ear, a soft, “Hello?”

You hear that voice that refused to leave your head, the same one that had haunted your dreams and echoed along the walls of your skull. That deep voice, teasing and taunting, sickening and cloying, “Did I hear something about needin’ some head?”

Before you could even register what he said you felt it, hot and wet and slimy, your eyes widened as you pulled the phone away to see the mouth piece was replaced with an actual mouth, his mouth. Burnt lips and chin, impossibly long tongue, there was saliva on your cheek and he was laughing over his dumb joke you just caught up with. You thought masturbating would clear your head, something he must have clearly overheard for him to make such a crude joke about it. 

You got too comfortable and fell asleep while touching yourself. 

You were already dreaming. 

He was still laughing over his lame joke, you were still clutching the phone and the fear dissipated, anger took over once more. This sick fuck was ruining your life and laughing about it, over the effect he had on you, the choke hold he had on your very existence, your suffering, to him? Was laughable. 

You hated him.

Hated what he had taken from you, the damage done, the lives and sleep lost and even if it was stupid and petty, yes over the one small pleasurable act you tried to do for yourself in nearly two weeks of putting up with his shit. 

The thought hits all at once as his laughter is slowing down. This fucker had taken so much, why don’t you take something from him and give something to yourself at the exact same time.

This asshole was making jokes about head, huh? Why not hold him to it and have him put his money where his mouth was. You held the phone tighter, you sat up, your other hand came down and you yanked, taking your shorts and soaked underwear down with one smooth move. The clothing now bunched around your knees, your other hand wrapped around the phone and you brought it down, you settled yourself, straddling the phone so his tongue was right where you needed it.

You begin to hear him question what you were doing and you bring yourself the rest of the way, soaked lips against his, a buck of your hips, grinding yourself on the part of the phone that had been morphed to match the lower half of his face. “You wanna give me head, huh Krueger? Here’s your fucking chance.”

You thought that this could be the one thing to shut him up, you were practically suffocating his mouth with your slick cunt but no, the speaker of the phone was uncovered and in a shocking turn of events his voice came through the earpiece loud and clear. “Ooh see this is why I fucking like you! So much fight in you.”

“Yeah, yeah, M’ something real special.” You breathed as you moved your hips again, “If you’re gonna bore me by talking on and on, the least you can do is get to eating.”

“Touchy, touchy. I know you’re really pent up, huh?”  He did finally start putting that mouth to good use, beginning to slide his tongue down, prodding at your soaked hole. A hum as he tasted you before working back up and flicking over your clit in a way that made your thighs tense immediately. 

You let out a half-laugh-half-moan, yeah pent up was putting it lightly. You didn’t acknowledge it, instead moaning out, “There you go, keep goin’.”

“You are so fucking nasty. I don’t think anyone else would think to pull this. Most people would be terrified or disgusted.” For once, you found his voice wasn’t grating to you. It was actually good, the tone of it was helping you, it was turning you on. Never let it be said the man couldn't multi-task. Only he could eat you out like this and keep trash talking.

The fire is fanned, the pleasure spikes as his tongue circles your sensitive clit, eyes falling closed as a shuddering breath is expelled, fuck he was really good with his mouth. Good to know he could do more than just run it to annoy you. 

Another laugh, “Not you though, here you are, humping like a bitch, desperate to get off.” He taunted and you bit your bottom lip, a nod with a hum. “Mmmf, shit, you a-ahhn! Actually aren’t half bad.”

He scoffed, “Half-bad?! Don’t pretend it isn’t the best you’ve ever fucking had, whore.” He sounded genuinely offended and you laughed. You weren't about to pay him any compliments, last thing he needs is a bigger ego.

You ground on his mouth again, he was giving you the perfect in, you taunted him further. “Best I’ve everrrr had?” A mix of a laugh and gasp as his lips closed around your clit and sucked deeply, “Harrr-hardly, give you a solid, ugh, five out of ten.”

There was an animalistic and inhuman growl that rang out from the phone, he questioned, “Five?” 

Your eyes closed, a hum as your head tipped back, a nod, “Mmf five. Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?” You were panting, rocking along with the effort of his mouth that was steadily increasing, “You gonnahhh, prove me wrong?”

There was no smart or biting retort, instead just his tongue sliding inside of you, long and thick, reaching far deeper than any normal tongue should be able to. You moaned loudly in surprise, he curled it inside of you, touched those spots that no one other than you had ever been able to manipulate quite right. And there was something else on top of that, somehow, the movement, the tight circles wound over your clit didn’t pause or break stride or stop. How the fuck was he doing this?

Did he split his tongue? Forked it like the demon you knew he was?

That shouldn’t get to you, but it did, him so wanting to prove you wrong, so wanting to get you off as good as possible he shapeshifted himself to better accomplish that goal without a second thought. 

You were leaking obscenely, slick and his spit running down your inner thighs, whole body was trembling in less than five minutes, more dirty talk spills from the ear piece but you aren’t that focused on it, can barely register it but some do break through. 

Compliments, praise and degradation over how good you tasted, what a freak you were for being so into this and getting off so hard, right now he was going on about how you sounded. You were moaning incoherently, totally out of breath, shaking as you were getting close, sucking down a deep breath you breathed, “Fuck, don-don’t stop, m’ gonna cum-” 

A breathy laugh leaves the phone under you, “Yeah? Gonna fuckin’ cum so soon?”

You nodded, huffing out, annoyed, “Yea-yeah, fuck-” He taunted more, “What happened to all that big talk?”

Another idea hit and you employed it immediately. 

“Hey Krueger?” You asked, clit throbbing on his tongue, so close, just about there, he asked, “Yeah sweetheart?”

Both of your hands closed over the top of the phone muffling where his voice had been coming out. “Shut. Up.” 

You bucked your hips one more time, that last grind as his tongue flexed inside and he sucked on that most sensitive part of you and you spilled over and cum with an ample gush into his mouth. It was so worth the wait it was insane, back arching, hands gripping so hard that you feared you might shatter the plastic of the phone in your palms.

You know he is saying something else, can feel the vibrations and hear the muffled attempts of whatever he was saying as you continue to hump his mouth, riding out your orgasm for a blissfully long time. You don’t know how long it went on for but when you fell onto your side, off of the phone, panting, trying to catch your breath, you were totally slick with sweat and your thighs were a mess. 

Your legs were still trembling, arms thrown over your eyes, you heard the voice ring out from the phone, “So was that still a five?”

A smile crossed your face as you sat up, arms moving slowly, still sluggish from how hard you came, you picked up the phone, it was sticky with sweat and squirt and spit, you responded to him, still holding the phone away from your face. 

“Awe Freddy. No, no, of course it’s not a five anymore.” You reassured and he purred out in question, “Then what is it doll?”

You grinned so wide it nearly hurt as you said, fingering the coiled phone cord, “You really earned this rating, solid effort.”

You let it hang for a moment, building tension, making him wait before you said, smile clear in your tone. “Five point five outta ten.” And then you slammed the phone back down onto the receiver and the exclamation of muffled pain from that action made you laugh so hard you were soon out of breath once again.

[albed-hoe]

May I request one where Albedo is boyfriends with an Introverted Male Reader who is stressed out, so Albedo comforts him?

Please Take Care of Yourself

Characters: Albedo x GN Reader

Warnings: fluffff, taller reader than Albedo!

Word count: 501

A/n: I’ve probably been blacklisted by everyone at this point because of my disappearances, but that’s fine I don’t blame you guys😌 I don’t know how male-reader I’ll be able to make this one because I have a really hard time trying to gender fluffy stuff, but I’ll try my best😫

Tired. You were oh so tired. Working all day long, hunched at your desk and typing away for your essay that was due the next night. You stared at the half-completed document, cursor blinking tauntingly, as if waiting for you to type something.

You rubbed your eyes with your palms and stared out the window behind your screen. It was dark outside, another sign that you had been working all day long. Your room light seemed absurdly bright, your tiredness making you squint slightly and eyebags feeling extremely apparent.

You rested your head between your hands, sighing in defeat. You felt useless. You could never get any work done and you always ended up feeling tired after writing just a few paragraphs. You didn’t have many friends, but they all seemed to find that partying or hanging out would recharge them, you were definitely quite the opposite. Although right now, being alone didn’t seem to be helping.

Behind you, from the entrance of your room, you hear a few soft knocks at the door.

“[Y/N], love, I’ve made you dinner.” You hear the soft voice of your boyfriend call out. Ah, just the sound of him talking was enough to let your shoulders relax a bit. You hear a sigh before a pair of feet shuffle their ways across the room, stopping beside you. You remove your head from your hands and look up at the boy.

“Stand up,” he asks, his arms outstretched, an invitation to the land of comfort. You push yourself away from your desk, your height becoming apparent as you tower over your boyfriend. You always found his height to be quite an endearing trait.

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around him, him returning the gesture. You plant a kiss on the top of his head, even though he was the one comforting you, then you rest your head on top of his. You can’t help the stray tears running down your cheeks as he begins to rub his hands up and down your back, all the while having his face buried in your chest.

“Do you wanna eat something?” He whispers in your ear after a few minutes of standing, quietly reassuring you, having to get on his tippy toes to reach. You simply nod your head, enough for your boyfriend to understand.

He pulls away from you, a calm smile on his lips while looking at you with nothing but adoration. Pulling you down by the shoulders, he plants a kiss on your forehead and pulls back to look into your eyes again.

“Please take care of yourself, [Y/N]. I know you tell me that a lot and I don’t exactly listen very well, but please. For me?” He says, giving you a hopeful expression.

“I promise, Bedo” you give him a reassuring smile, stomach grumbling shortly after. The little chuckle he gives is nothing short of angelic.

“Come now, [Y/N], I’ve made your favorite tonight.” He says, pulling you along towards to dining room.

Yeah I really don’t know how people gender fluff fics, it’s straight up impossible😫

[bunny-rambles]

YES!! LET US SHOWER RUE MORE AFFECTION AND KITHS HE SO DESERVE EJSKOAIA 😭😭👍 I love how the way you portayed them, bun!! it was so melancholy to the heart but sweet to the tongue that make it somehow bittersweet but pretty nostalgic for me 😫💖

Also, while I'm reading your latest fic, I was listening to the Reprise version of Part of Your World and Hksysksuso ITS SO PERFECT I WANNA HUG HIM SUSJSJ

That brings me back to my brainrot earlier when i was watching Little Mermaid with my baby cousin susksi like at first he wanted to take everything from albedo to himself, want to be him and do the things that his brother do, but when he met you, he now wanted to do it WITH you 😭👍 instead of being alone. He wanted to be in the sun with you, not in the frigid cold of dragonspine. He wanted to walk hand in hand with you. He wanted you to smile at HIM, not because he was pretending to be Albedo, but because he was Rue. Imagine him contemplating what should he do just to ensure you will stay beside him 😫

What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you smiling at me? Where would we walk, where would we run, if we could stay all day in the sun? Just you and me, and I could be part of your world.

The last verse of the song hit differenly to me because I think here, Rue will at least come in terms that he would want to be a part of your world as himself, not as Albedo or anyone but he himself 😭🖐

I don't know when, I don't know how. But I know something's starting right now. Watch and you'll see, someday I'll be part of your world.

Anyway, forgive my preamble. I have no one to talk to with my brainrots bc im too shy n awkward 😅😅

- lurker anon

Aww lurker, thank you so much for the kind words !! I’m sorry this has taken so long to answer, I wanted to properly respond to all of it instead of doing it when I’m half asleep hehe

But the brainrot really made me smile,,, and yes omg it fits so well for my baby Ruby yesyesyes !!

I was trying to go for a similar idea of Ruby finally focussing on someone else other than Albedo and focusing on an emotion that wasn’t resentment or bitterness.

some ramblings utc

Ruby as Ariel, that’s such a cute idea- their personalities are very, very different but in a way there’s a lot of similarities. Rubedo is probably very curious about the world and ooh, do you think he collects things he comes across in Dragonspine? I can see him having a collection of interesting things he finds, like the random diaries hidden around in the snow, or maybe some crystals he found pretty enough to keep.

He’s also very outcasted from society, just like Ariel was but she chose that (I felt that- people are exhausting sometimes), with Ruby it’s kind of forced upon him- he’s invested in so many ideas going on in his head he’s not realising what he’s missing, or that the empty feeling in his chest isn’t caused by Albedo, but by how the only person in his life decided to throw him away. Lonely - he feels lonely. He’s been abandoned for so long he’s forgotten what it feels like to be around others. That is, until he meets you.

Ah he probably hates the new, fuzzy feeling in his chest at first. He tries to find something to be bitter or pessimistic about you when you’re kind to him, but it’s almost impossible. You’re so sweet to him, it completely throws him off. When had anyone been kind to a failure like him? He secretly hopes you never find out his true origins so he can just live out a perfect fantasy life with you. Around you, he forgets about Albedo, forgets the revenge he’s been planning - with enough time, on some days he completely forgets he was an experiment in the first place.

You make him feel alive, human even. Sure, he can still be stuck in his stubborn pessimistic ways (again, I felt that - maybe I’m projecting a little too much) but with you, there’s happiness for him. And even the smallest amount is enough for him.

On a more personal note - I love Ariel !! She has her flaws but she’s s pretty solid Disney princess (and we’re both curious red heads heh) but she’s extremely positive while I believe it’ll take a hell of a lot of healing for Rubedo to even think of something in a more brighter way. He’ll get there, don’t worry !! He’s got you, of course <3

[cable-knit-sweater]

*flails so hard that both her arms go numb* MAYA DARLING THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Every single word was gold. You write Seb so damn beautifully 😫😫😫

This passages broke my heart btw

“He wants to say no. Wants to not to have to deal with this, do the impossible thing of hiding his feelings, be left with an aching heart the moment Chris leaves. But he can’t say no. He could never say no. Even knowing how hard it’ll be, he can’t help but have a part of him be excited to see Chris, be in his orbit, even if only for a moment. It’s always been like that. Probably always will be like that.”

Your angst is just *chef’s kiss* and then there’s the happy ending *WAILS FOR DAYS* 💙💙💙💙

OULA, BUBBA, SWEETHEART 🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛💛💛

You can’t do this to me, this is so so sweet & kind and I’m just here sobbing 😭😭😭

Thank you so much for reading my fic and loving it and being SO DAMN SUPPORTIVE 😭 I’m honestly so grateful I can’t even find the words 💗💗💗💗

Ohhh and yes that passage… I can just see Seb trying to struggle with these feelings of both wanting to desperately see him, and not being sure if he can handle it. Ohhh my adorable babies 💕🥺

Anyway, this is me right now, also flailing bc of all of the love you give, you’re an angel really, love you a whole lot 💛💛💛

[bbtsficrecs]

You seem to know your way around fics. I need help finding one. I was in the middle of reading it and it was just getting good. But then my hubby takes my phone and exits out of everything and restarts it (playing around of course not maliciously) lol. Our beloved taetae is a cam boy that goes by the stage name v(of course) y/n wins a contest that she gets to cohost with him. Help please?!?!

Hi honey! I sure hope you gave him a piece of your mind after the incident 👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 once you loose a fic it can become almost impossible to find it again 😫

Anyway there’s no need to kill your hubby just yet, cause I think I found. Could it be Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom?

I found it by searching Taehyung reader “cam boy” “v” tumblr fanfic on Google

[heliads]

Slept from 4pm until now (almost 3am) and missed my evening medicine, I hope it won't be a problem that I took them now 😅 I also missed dinner and they were on my kitchen counter since 5pm... but the food was packed in a box so I guess it's still safe to eat if I microwave it. I don't have any food of my own because I didn't prepare of getting sick obviously and I haven't eaten properly since Thursday since everything comes up within an hour from eating. I hope this time it won't come up, I start to get sick of not being able to eat anything 😫

Yeah, it's super hard if not impossible to make Kaz feel JUST like Leigh has created him as he's a super complex character who has a lot of secrets he doesn't tell anyone else than the person who reads the book, not even Inej, but turning the wheel in a complete opposite way is just... making the writer seem so lazy and their fics mostly unlikable, finding only others who like Kaz being OOC and a soft puppy and those people aren't very common. I've seen some of those writers complaining about the lack of notes in their Kaz pieces too (as they get about 10-20 likes, usually no reblogs or replies, compared to most of in character Kaz fics that get dozens of even hundreds of likes, a few reblogs and sometimes replies too) and when I see them, I kinda want to send them an ask suggesting that they should try writing a Kaz fic which actually is in character, where Kaz seems cold and calculating but it's still seen that he holds deep affection for the reader even though it doesn't show up to anyone else, they just have this unspeakable bond which, for example, could show in how Y/N is spending time at his office while he works and they exchange glances at each other every once in a while. Or the trope of Nina teasing him about his heartbeat and Kaz is frustrated about it because he doesn't want to admit his feelings to anyone, not to himself and definitely not to others because he's afraid of having a weakness but the reason why I haven't done that is because I once saw one of them getting critique about it and a couple of other things (last year), they thanked the criticizer and promised to do better and ta-da, nothing changed. Some of their newer pieces are even worse now tbh in terms of Kaz being this touch-starved whimpering puppy.

Yeah sure it would be nice to feel him cup your cheek and pressing a gentle kiss on your lips and know you're the person he cares about the most, but in order to Kaz get into that point with ANYONE, even his s/o, would mean he's somewhat comfortable with touch with others too, at the very least with people he trusts. Maybe not that comfortable what he is with his s/o, but he likely wouldn't get spooked about Jesper tapping his shoulder without a warning as he leaves the bar counter after chatting with him or his bartender handing him a drink and their fingers brushing together. He wouldn't necessarily enjoy it, but at least he would easily be able to keep the waters at bay. Y/N being the only one who can do anything with him, cuddle with him, kissing him, having sex with him while the littlest of touches from anyone else still makes him freak out is just so unrealistic and cringy. Trauma won't leave just with one person. It may be easier with that one person than others because he trusts that one person more than others but in any case, the Power of Love isn't some miracle medicine which heals all his problems 🙄

If you absolutely HAVE to have "affectionate" touch from Kaz, it should be like Kaz pulling the reader to safety from gunfire and out of necessity, has to hold Y/N against his chest to keep them safe (as they both won't fit behind the cover otherwise, I doubt Kaz would do that if he didn't care about Y/N that much). But like... reader escaping from kidnappers and Kaz immediately tackling them for a hug/pulling them in and crying against their shoulder while mumbling "I love you, I love you, I love you" and reader has to soothe him (made that up from my own, used the same example in my rant). Like canonly, (in my opinion) that situation could go that Y/N escapes and Jesper, Nina, Inej and Wylan group hug them and Kaz just looks at the scene, relieved but planning for a revenge for those who kidnapped you, asking who was it. Reader would tell and maybe also say that they killed a lot of them while escaping, and then maybe reader's eyes meet his and they exchange small smiles to show hidden affection (even if the Crows are aware that Kaz and Y/N have something going on or they date, I don't think Kaz would immediately be buzzing around Y/N being like "OMG ARE YOU HURT WHO KIDNAPPED YOU AAAAHHH", or alternatively, in a less affectionate piece (and slightly more in character imo), he would growl "who was it" and immediately make his way to his office to prepare the revenge, which also shows his deep affection for the reader and oddly makes readers of that piece smile and feel good because they know Kaz won't love anyone very easily and if he does fall for someone, they must be someone who he thinks is very special for him = people squeal).

(Partly copypasted this from my previous rant because I wanna show an example how affectionate touch could be presented in Kaz x readers) I've personally considered a short piece where basically, reader is dating Kaz and is worried about him/the Crows because they have been on a heist for a lot longer than usual, reader stays up waiting for them after everyone else has gone to sleep and when they finally come back, reader feels so excited and relieved about it after going through a hundred horror scenarios of what could have happened that she kinda forgets about Kaz's phobia and throws herself into his arms, he stiffens up and reader immediately lets go, profusely apologizing and says she was just so worried about him and after gathering himself, Kaz says he understands, nods at her or something. Aka he doesn't flip out, maybe he's a bit shaken because he hadn't prepared for the reader to lunge in for a hug but he still understands and maybe even feels slightly warm inside to know that the reader cares about him so much that she was climbing along the walls not knowing if he's dead or something?? Imo little signs of affection from him, even if wordless and just telling the fic reader how he feels about you (even if you in the fic/Y/N won't hear it) make it so much better because you can actually see him do that = your heart swells = you squeal and love the piece.

I'm just turning every OOC request down tbh 😅 Sometimes it isn't easy though, a while ago I got a super nice anon who praised my writing first and then proceeded to request an OOC Kaz request (the OOC part was that he was jealous of Jesper and kissed the reader to show who she belongs to), I felt so bad turning it down. I mean, the jealousy part was ok but the kiss + the thing of "showing who Y/N belongs to" didn't sit right by me. Imo nobody belongs to anyone and fics where Kaz is like "you're mine, you no longer are allowed to hug your friends because everyone should know you're my property and mine alone" make me stop reading immediately because yikes... that's toxic as hell.

Words of affection like "I can't believe you're mine" are ok and cute even but your partner forbidding you from interacting with anyone else because they're just so damn jealous that they aren't able to touch their s/o because of their trauma is just... 🤢 Yeah it surely feels shitty when they see Jesper having an arm around my shoulders as we joke around or me having fallen asleep against Nina's shoulder when they know they aren't ready to do stuff like that but at least I love hugs and affection and if my boyfriend, even if it was Kaz, would forbid me from showing or receiving physical affection to/from anyone anymore, I would likely get super pissed at him and eventually leave him if he really wouldn't understand why such orders hurt my feelings big time.

I wrote this for 1½ hours, it's now over 4:20am 😂

the sheer catharsis i feel upon reading your words is indescribable. exactly!! i'm not saying fic writers have to jump through hoops trying to perfectly fit every facet of a character's personality into their fics, but you have to at least try, you know? i remember i once did a kaz brekker soulmate au, a literal soulmate au, and at the end all that happened was that they agreed to talk on the matter later. they might have grazed hands once, but that was it. nothing more.

look, i understand the ooc requests, too. it's so fun to imagine someone in kaz's setting who would be okay with the more public displays of affection, but once you do that, it's not kaz anymore. same reason you can't have, like, a harry potter fic where harry potter is insistent on taking you around to meet his parents. it just doesn't work at all, and is really weird to even think about.

mainly, it's frustrating because i feel like people are annoyed if i don't take their requests, but i answer most everything i get! if i don't take a request, there's probably a reason lol.