#and put on AO3

[new-berry]

In the same universe as the other Jordan / Kieran / John tomfoolery “your name is a feeling” no John in this though.

All fiction, not real, made up, NSFW etc etc. Set, essentially, a few hours ago really, is there a heat wave in Scotland right now? Well it’s fiction. You are going to have to - much like me- pretend there are no spelling / grammar whoopsies

Kieran’s never played a summer sport. Football grabbed him, right in the jugular before anything else had a chance.

Something about knowing there will be at least one game in snow or sleet means he loves a late summer heat wave.

Even when it’s too hot to drift off to sleep. There’s a game coming up and even only half under the top sheet only it’s like if he moves an inch he’ll start to sweat.

Maybe it’s a real curse? Some Sunderland fan gave a witch a pint of blood and both sides of his pillow will be hot forever.

Every sound in the hotel is like a dripping tap. Impossible to ignore, the anticipation of the next drop getting his skin twitching in advance. Sunderland. He can’t get his brain to cool down any more than his skin.

Kieran texts Jordan “too hot to sleep.” Includes a string of random emojis because Jordan will try and make them mean something but it really is just a sun then a ball then a pig then flames.

There is no reply, not shocking at one in the morning. “Can’t sleep.” He sends with a unicorn and a kilt. Includes all the flame icons this time.

He’s not anticipating an answer, more on the off chance the mad bastard has got enough going on in his own head he’s lying awake in bed practising insults to his team for making him work.

Kieran’s team is a constant checklist in the back of his mind, Miggy’s injury, Bruno’s distraction, whatever is brewing between Anthony and Elliot and Lewis. If Matt can head off that impending disaster.

He rolls to the other side of the bed, still hot, the witch's curse clearly extending to all linen.

His phone lights up “open the door.”

Jordan doesn’t go much for emojis. For capital letters or niceties. Kieran shoves what’s left of the sheet around his feet off and opens the door like asked.

Jordan looks softer than usual. Hair not slicked back, in a blue vest and shorts. His feet in flip flops.

Kieran tugs him in the room. “You’re not worried about room check?”

“Harry also can’t sleep.” Jordan shrugs. “Passed him in the staircase headin’ somewhere improper.”

Jordan runs his thumbs under the dark lines under Kieran’s eyes. “Was thinking of heading out anyway when you texted.”

Kieran snorts “off for a Starbucks run?”

Jordan laughs and slides his hands around Kieran’s hips right into his underwear, cupping his ass. “I was thinking about a swim. Not a booty call.”

“Don’t see a towel.”

Kieran drops his voice, just for the way Jordan’s eyelids will lower, the way he will lick his lips. “Don’t see trunks.”

“Distracted by a text love.”

Jordan tilts his head back and Kieran runs his hands up Jordan’s forearms, resting on the inside of his elbows, nuzzling his neck.

Gareth might huff in a meeting but he doesn’t give a shit about the older players sleeping arrangements if it doesn’t affect the team. Jordan using the stairs not the elevator sends a little thrill through Kieran. Stupid to feel like a boy getting away with something.

Like being a kid having a midnight snack, like slipping out a bedroom window to meet your mates when everyone else is sleeping.

He kisses Jordan’s skin, nipping a little. Jordan makes a soft “mm” noise but lets Kieran have his way. Asks, “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Too hot. I can't get comfortable.”

“Go in the hallway, like a sauna in there compared to the rooms.” Kieran laughs. Right into the notch at the bottom of Jordan’s throat.

“Don’t want to put more clothes on.” It’s a cheesy line, and Kieran only says it to make Jordan laugh which he does. Tries to stifle it.

“You don’t have much to take off.”

Jordan’s hands move firm and hot over the round of Kieran’s ass.

“If you can’t sleep and you don’t want to swim, well then, what do you want?” Jordan pulls Kieran against him, neither of them hard yet but Kieran can feel the bump of their cocks getting interested .

Kieran tilts his head up for a kiss, Jordan gives him a lazy grin first. His line was even cheesier but Kieran isn’t going to call him on it.

Too hot and too late for anything acrobatic, just hands that roll over slowly, Kieran’s chest feels like a kiln. Too fucking hot, something forming inside it.

“Get naked,” Jordan says, helpfully tugging his pants down from the bottom until Kieran kicks them off.

Jordan pulls off his clothes too, leaves them in a puddle of blue and England logos on his flip flops.

Jordan nugdges him back and Kieran goes easily. The pull and promise of sleep another anticipation he won’t share with Jordan. Can hear him bitching he’s not a sleeping tablet, not a magic pill. Not a witches curse.

Kieran stretches, the pleasure of the resistance of his muscles as Jordan takes a lazy slow path around his upper body, over his collar and sternum.

Kieran’s not going to drift of like this, not exactly, running his fingers across Jordan’s hair rather theough through it. Jordan slides across his nipples, he sucks and coaxes them with his tongue, only switching sides after he’s satisfied with some internal marker he’s chosen, how hard they get maybe, how much Kieran sighs.

Jordan is a magic pill though, Kieran shifting around the bed as Jordan’s hands prompt, not focused on anything more than the next place Jordan’s mouth touches until he says; “Spread your legs for me. Open up.”

Wet fingers sit at Kieran’s hole, gently nudging and then sliding in easy.

“Fuck,” Kieran gasps. He’d seen Jordan pull the lube out of pocket before he’d kicked his shorts off, more an expectation, his brain and mouth preoccupied with the kiss.

“Good?” Jordan’s voice is low, he’s as into it. Kieran doesn’t know if he plans on fucking him or just jerking off but either is fine. His mind distracted from everything that had consumed him up until a few minutes ago.

“Yeah.” He rocks into the push of Jordan’s fingers.

Jordan plays for a while, caressing just inside and then dragging soft fingertips over his rim. Even though it’s late the heat waves feels like a cocoon not an oppressive blanket like before. Kieran shifts but not a lot as Jordan slides his fingers in deeper.

Can feel sweat soft in the small of his back. Keeps his eyes half open, watching Jordan come closer for the occasional kiss then pull back to watch his fingers open Kieran up.

Kieran enjoys lying there his body biddable to a slow encroaching orgasam. Thinks about calling Jordan a possessive bastard out loud, but he’s gotten used to it. The way his eyes gleam when Kieran lies back for him.

“I bet I could fuck your throat so easy right now, all the way in,” Jordan says. “You’re completely relaxed.”

Kieran licks his lips and smiles. “That’s a good idea. It’d be nice. Go for it.” Jordan crooks his fingers, gets his prostate in revenge at ‘nice.’. Kieran twitches, from slow moving to boiling, sweat pricking along his hairline.

Not following his own idea, Jordan slides his fingers out and his cock in. Kieran pulls his knees up, lets his legs splay out. Doesn’t try and hold on, Jordan settling on deep thrusts into the v of his body. Runs his hands over the skin he can feel, Jordan’s shoulders covered in freckles. The dips on the small of hia back.

His arms and legs feel as heavy as his eyes. “Gonna fall asleep.” He slurs out, his own cock is hard but it’s almost like a distraction, sleep tugging him.

“I’m not stopping if you do.” Jordan says. Doesn’t sound angry, more like he’s laughing but Kieran can’t be bothered to be annoyed by it.

“Don’t have to, you have my okay to keep going.”

Kieran kinda hears, kinda thinks he imagines, the “can’t fucking say that shit.” That Jordan gets out, fucking faster.

Jordan comes with a grunt and Kieran cups his cheeks and guides him down for a drowsy kiss.

Coming is almost an afterthought. Jordan doesn’t pull out, just rubs his hand over Kieran. It’s pleasure that comes in little eddies. Little waves nice but not urgent, like digging your toes in the sand on a warm day. Just a burst of pleasure and then it’s like Kieran knows exactly what tired is.

All the little noises in the hotel are relaxing now. Jordan pulls out and they share a couple more lazy kisses. Jordan lying alongside him. But it’s too hot to touch much, Kieran’s ankle against Jordan’s calf, a couple of their fingers knitted together.

Kieran feels caught between both feelings, sleepiness and bliss.

“Stay huh? I’ll pay your fine if you get caught.” Jordan snickers as he rolls on his side and rubs gently at Kierans hipbone. “I’ll make John pay it.” He says. “Teach him for not being here.”

“Okay,” Kieran murmurs. He stops fighting sleep, dropping off wondering if what he feels is breathing or the rhythm of Jordan’s fingers.

[pocket-dragon]

Durge murder aura detected

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[moldycigarette]

this x simon “ghost” riley

cw!: praise, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, bulge, simon’s a nasty dog (and i tried to warn ya)

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simon never fails to remind you how much bigger he is than you.

you’re short? no problem, all those missing inches go to simon. oh wait you’re tall? whatever, he still towers over you.

are you chubby by society’s standards? just means there’s more for him to love. skinny? that’s okay too, he’s always down to eat whatever you can’t finish.

no matter what size or shape you are, it’s a guarantee that simon is still bigger than you. and he always manages to remind you of that in the bedroom.

his large hands around your waist, pounding into you with his thick cock. he obsesses over the bulge in your cute tummy from his size, practically drooling over the fact that he can’t even fit inside you’re pretty pussy all the way.

whether he’s fucking you doggy style or in a mating press, he will always tower over you. he makes sure you’re cum is on his fingers and his tongue alone before he shoves his meaty dick inside you; this man has the libido and stamina of a god.

“g’nna fuck this p’ssy so good, love. fill ya’ up to the brim,” he moans, his thrusts growing more erratic as he feels that familiar heat in his stomach.

you’re coming right along with him, seeing stars while he peppers kisses in your neck. “such a good girl f’r me, g’nna make the best mama.”

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um sorry didn’t mean to let out my inner whore

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[writeouswriter]

People sorting ao3 solely by stats and only clicking on fics with a certain amount of kudos or comments, you will not survive the winter, nor the summer, nor at all, *brings out knife,* run

[heph]

The fics where the ducklings are heavily invested in their boss' love life

[paintedcrows]

Some Fords! (and Martin K Blackwood is also there)

[fanartsandstuff]

I just love ao3 authors

We live in a beautiful era of people not giving a single fuck

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

It always feels a bit ridiculous when I see people characterise Gojo as someone who, just like Geto, sees non shamans as only the reason curses exist and as a bad thing

Like listen i love feral Gojo. I write him feral myself.

But a very interesting part of his personality to me is the fact that he’s not kind. Inherently and due to his upbringing, Gojo is the last person you would call kind or considerate. The special and beautiful thing about him is that he chooses to be kind. He chose to teach kids despite having no social skills and no knowledge of how to teach. He knowingly chose the thing he’s the worst at because he wants to help the next generation, when he could have just stick to his job or clan

He’s annoying and childish but he tries to be kind so badly. He helps lost kids, carries bags for old ladies. Part of it is probably the moral compass Geto instilled in him (who, as ive said before, is kind. They’re a good dichotomy of nature vs will. Geto is kind and chooses to be cruel)

But a lot of it is also just consequences of him trying and trying and failing and still trying to be kind. Is he the best parent for Fushiguros? Probably not. Is he the best teacher? Up for debate but maybe

But no one else wanted the Fushiguro siblings. There are no other teachers at Jujutsu High.

While i get the appeal of edgy cruel Gojo, idk. It just feels so wrong to write him as cruel and petty when he’s anything but. He sucks at being kind, he sucks at being a good friend or a parent. But he’s trying, he actively goes against all that he’s been taught, against his nature, to care for others. That feels important, that feels meaningful. This is the most important part. He doesn’t want a reward or recognition he wants for the kids to have a better future at the expense of his own. Idk what to tell you i can’t in good conscience undermine all his effort in being kind. He’s a walking tragedy but he has been swimming against the current for as long as he lived

[willgrahamscock]

ao3 doesn't need a dislike button, it needs a button that alerts the author that i'm on my fucking way to their house

[spideypoolsupremacy]

All I'm saying is that some fics deserve to be movies. Like I need the edits, the controversy, the fanart, the obsession which will follow me like a shadow until I die, the fanfiction of the movie which was based on fanfiction in the first place-

[scarylarry376]

Babe, stick to the board - Lian_mail - A Goofy Movie (Movies) [Archive of Our Own] PLS GO READ THIS IF U LIKE MAXLEY FICS CAUSE UGH its like my fav..

[fireflywitch]

there’s this rush and this pressure, sometimes, for huge, mind-blowing numbers on ao3. thousands of kudos and comments and ppl obsessing over ratios, but like - there’s something so incredibly wonderful about, idk, even ten kudos. ten? you mean ten people, TEN total strangers, found something I wrote and clicked on it and read it and liked it? ten comments: you mean ten people took the time to tell me what they thought about my work, took the time and energy to write about MY WORK in their little comment bubble? ten people?? fifty?? one hundred???

but even just one - if one single person took the time out of their day to tell me how much they appreciate the little bit of my soul I just put out into the world - idk, it just means everything, doesn’t it?

[mimiscappinisideblog]

Me throughout 2020-2021-2022-2023:

Me the moment AO3 has been down for more than ten hours: