#and this is before the previous little snippet I wrote

[blackknight-kai]

Any headcanons for Sun Wukong and the Destined One [separate] catching female reader masturbating while crying out their name?

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Okay okay I’ll give this a shot 😏 I personally feel like it might depend on the mood and where they are in the relationship. BUT I’ll give a crack at this one! This will be a specific scenario as I work better like that - in this you are in a relationship with them but haven’t progressed to the next level yet and you are a bit pent up. There will be a little rushed snippet and then the bullet point notes :) WARNING: I went more NSFW in this than previous asks. This is Fem reader! MINOR DNI

(Note after finishing: I got carried away…..after writing this I realized I kinda made two fics so….its a bit long sorry not sorry :))))))))))) (I’ll be turning these into mini fics I think on AO3 since i basically wrote them already 💀)

(Read under the cut 😘)

Destined One

He’d left you alone to scout the area around your near and camp as he does every night for any possible danger or trouble that might happen upon you while resting. You’d decided to take a little personal time while he was away, something you wouldn’t normally do but you guys had found a little cozy cave to rest in for the night. Knowing it would be a while before he came back you set about quickly setting up your furs and bed rolls, your body already revving up in anticipation for what youre going to do. You’re happy being with him, finally having confessed mutually and sneaking a few kisses here or there between your travels but watching him day in and day out fight with such focus and strength has culminated in a prominent need.

A need to have his hands on you for more than just guiding you or helping you stand, to feel his fur brush against your naked skin, to deepen those tantalizing kisses. You just WANT. And he hasn’t made any moves to show you that he wants more besides maybe what you think is a disappointed look in his eye when you both pull back from your kisses and go about your day or whatever task is at hand. He’s not very expressive as it is, you were lucky to manage getting a slight flush on his cheeks and a firm head nod when you guys decided to be a couple. He’s good at masking his emotions and so while you want him, youre a bit nervous to tell him what you need. You have no doubts he’d fulfill it especially if it’s something he wants too. But getting the courage up to ask is another thing entirely, part of you wishes he would just DO something.

So instead of communicating your need you decide to take advantage of this prime opportunity while he is away, its been too long since you had any real privacy and you can already feel yourself pulse as you finish setting up for the night

Just in case you listen closely for a moment to see if there is anyone close by but hearing nothing you settle down on to your back on your bed roll. Your breath picks up as excitement washes over you and against your better judgment you slip your clothes off. Goose bumps ripple over your skin as the warm breeze gently flows through the cave. Your heart races and as you skim your fingers across your breasts and nipples you sigh as you close your eyes and imagine familiar claw tipped hands replacing your own. You picture him above you, his determined frown focused on you as he explores your skin. As your imagination takes hold you continue your perusal of your body sliding your fingers down trying not to rush too much in your need as you spread your thighs.

- [ ] His patrol doesnt take quite as long as it usually does tonight

- [ ] At first he takes his time heading back just enjoying not having to be in a rush for once

- [ ] But as his too sharp hearing picks up the distant sound of your voice, what sounds like a pained cry, he immediately goes tense and is off running back towards your cave his staff gripped tightly in hand

- [ ] As he quickly grows closer he notes a distinct difference in your voice, something about it makes him slow down

- [ ] Your sounds are not what he usually associates with your fear or pain

- [ ] Instead as the next sound carries through the forest for his expert hearing, the breathy tone of your voice instantly sends a ripple through him and makes his fur feel like its standing on end

- [ ] He’d heard these sounds before, just not from you. The other monkey’s from home would occasionally sneak off with each other and he’d have the pleasure of hearing their activities even being quite a ways away.

- [ ] This though doesnt give him the same grossed out feeling

- [ ] Oh no. It sends a tidal wave of heat straight to gut

- [ ] You are being pleasured and by the sounds of it youre enjoying yourself

- [ ] A flash of possessive anger rushes through him wondering who could be touching you in such a way that wasnt him

- [ ] But as he stalks closer and steps between the trees he freezes

- [ ] Relief washes over him, youre alone

- [ ] But thats quickly replaced by instant hot desire as his mouth goes dry and his length starts to harden just from that first glimpse

- [ ] You’re in the shallow cave NAKED and on your back, knees up and thighs spread.

- [ ] His mouth slowly falls open as his expression goes slack as it becomes very clear what you’re doing by the wet slick sound coming from between your legs where your hand disappears from his view

- [ ] He cant even blink nor look away completely and utterly locked on to your flushed skin and the needy pinch of your brow as you pant making soft little moans

- [ ] As you arch your back, a louder cry leaving your mouth as you shift your hips desperately, he feels his cock throb painfully bringing him back to reality for a moment

- [ ] Shame courses through him, he should NOT be watching this, you obviously waited until hed been gone to take your pleasure he should definitely grant you your privacy. While you are a couple he wasnt one to push past your boundaries not wanting to make you do something youre not ready for no matter how much he struggles to not touch you every damn day

- [ ] But he cant seem to move, not as your breasts jiggle softly from your body’s movements your peaked nipples drawing his attention.

- [ ] He licks his lips, tail twitching with jerky movements behind him as he feels his cock leak and wet the front of his pants from your display, fuck does he want you

- [ ] Clenching his fists hard, digging his claws into his skin he tries to come back to himself and just as he’s about to turn away from you your fingers seem to speed up and then he hears it

- [ ] It being HIS name being ripped out of your mouth in the most breathy needy tone he has ever heard, the name youd given him.

- [ ] He has to grip himself HARD to stop himself from cumming on the spot and he shudders as the wet sounds your fingers are making is driving him fucking insane

- [ ] He forgets himself completely and unable to help it steps towards you as his own desire to be the one to make you cry for him like that over takes him

- [ ] He practically pants, his breath coming in short bursts as he takes in your sweat slick skin and the red flush

- [ ] His body thrums with heat as the sounds of your moans and the wet easy slide of your fingers is all he can focus on as he steps onto your bedroll, his dick is hard as hell and twitches with every sound you make.

- [ ] And your scent, fuck he can smell your ecstasy and need. It makes his knees weak and his mouth water

- [ ] You dont seem to notice him right away, not until he’s dropping to his knees hard right beside you fully taking in how wet your thighs are and how slick your fingers look as they disappear inside you

- [ ] As you register his sudden presence though your eyes fly open and your movements freeze, he cant help but track the movement of your breasts as you lie there panting and surprised

- [ ] He doesnt give you even a moment to freak out or whatever it is you might do

- [ ] No, instead he places a shaky hand on your arm, the one you stretched down between your thighs as you took your gorgeous pleasure

- [ ] “Can I?” He asks lowly, voice rough with disuse and filled with thick desire. “Please?”

- [ ] You seem to still at his request your eyes widening and he holds his own breath waiting to see what you’d do. He hopes with every fiber of his being you say yes

- [ ] When you nod shyly and begin to retract your hand he slides his gently down your arm and shivers as his claw tipped fingers meet with your slick warm ones. His eyes never leave yours as much as he wants to look down, he doesnt want to miss the expression on your face.

- [ ] He doesnt hold your hand though, instead he continues his gently descent until he meets your soaked warm pussy lips

- [ ] It’s then that he finally lets out the breath shaky he was holding as you arch up into his touch pushing his fingers to slide further against your slick core

- [ ] His cock jerks painfully at how hot and wet you feel as his fingers tenderly explore. As you close your eyes reaching up to grip his shirt with your still slick fingers he lets his own gaze slide down your body watching as you shyly shift your hips against his long fingers

- [ ] When you let out a little breathy sound as he brushes against your little nub he knows hes a fucking goner

- [ ] “You’re so beautiful,” He’d mumble raspy and heated

- [ ] And when he finally slides a finger in you another immediately follows. with you so slick and ready for him causing him to groan deeply

- [ ] He has made it his mission from here on, this is how you will spend every night from now on. You wont need to take things into your own hands, not if he can help it.

Wukong

He is away doing whatever it is that Wukong does every day. Be it fighting something, pissing someone off, or just getting into something he probably definitely absolutely should not get into. You’d been hurt, twisted your ankle of all things, so you were stuck back at camp. You’d found a little shallow cave two days ago to recover at, not wanting Wukong to carry you everywhere. On the surface that sounds nice and he would definitely do it as you either fed his ego or told him he was too weak to do it. He’s easy like that. But what isnt easy to deal with is how much fun he has tossing you up and down or making you almost sick as he bounces you as he walks just because he thinks its funny to make you squawk with annoyance at him. So it’s easier to just rest and enjoy a little peace while he gallivants off to cause whatever mischief that doesnt have to do with you for once as you are his usual victim. Apparently having mutual feelings and being mates does not quell his need for chaos. In fact it amplifies it you think.

The only downside to having his attention on you even more now is that the mischievous little (he’s taller than you but thats besides the point) asshole doesnt seem to have a horny bone in his body. It’s been months of simple hand holding, if you can get him to sit still long enough, and literal stolen kisses. He apparently enjoys his little surprise attacks as they fluster you but not because youre too shy or because it scares you, no. It’s because you need more than a simple kiss or his soft fuzzy tail wrapping around your waist or arm keeping you close to him as you walk. You’d even tried once to time changing your clothes so they were partly off when he would be arriving back to camp after doing a quick patrol only for him to immediately start ranting and raving about some slippery little creature he’d happened across as he poked at the fire and began cooking that nights dinner over the flames. He didn’t even spare you a glance and his posture was relaxed as can be. Not even as the sound of your clothes rustling seemed to catch his attention as he drooled over the cooking food.

And so, your frustration escalated. You know at some point you’ll have to talk to him but thats a problem for future you because you just KNOW it’s going to be an ordeal. Nothing can ever be easy with him especially when it comes to his damn ego which no doubt will be stroked heavily knowing you want him, that is unless he doesnt have an inclination towards such intimacies.

Today he had been especially restless and so had you. You had decided that while he was gone you were going to pamper yourself a little and relieve the sexual tension you’d built up inside yourself. Watching his ever present shows of strength and that cocky attitude of his always sends a stirring in you and it doesnt help when he walks around sometimes with his shirt off showing his rippling muscles under all that soft looking fur. When he finally grew too impatient with sitting around, he didn’t like having to wait for you to heal but agreed to it nonetheless knowing you aren’t built like him, he stood abruptly and told you he was going on an adventure. You waved him off trying to be nonchalant as excitement tickled down your back knowing what you had planned for yourself for the day.

And so as his furry tail flicked out of view you waited a handful of minutes giving him time to get some distance away before you couldnt take it anymore. You’d gotten a nice body oil from a village youd passed by a week or so ago, it smelled lovely and reminded you of peaches. You hadn’t used it yet, but figured if it had a fragrance Wukong’s sensitive nose wouldn’t be too disturbed if it smelled like his favorite snack. Acting quickly you hurry to wash your skin and body in a near by spring. You might have taken your time normally but you didn’t want to put this off any longer. After youre done you make your way to back to the shallow cave and sit on your bed roll and fur blankets that Wukong had gifted you. Your skin is still a little damp and the afternoon breeze makes goosebumps ripple across your naked skin. With a small content hum you grab your sweet scented oil and being applying it to your skin slowly, gently, enjoying the sensation as your body starts to warm up from your ministrations.

As your breath starts to quicken you lie back on the furs and using both hands you glide your hands across your soft oil slick skin sensually. It’s not long before you close your eyes and start to lose yourself in a fantasy, imagining a hard but softly furred body rolling against yours and curious fingers possessively mapping out your skin as teasing fangs nip from your neck to your breasts.

- [ ] Wukong had grown bored VERY quickly after he left you at camp. There was NOTHING around for him to do no one to fight and no distractions from his ever growing need to be closer to you - which he will NEVER show.

- [ ] He doesnt know if youre doing it on purpose, probably not, but the way you sometimes look at him makes him twitchy and hot. He’s not some impulsive boy unable to control his more primal urges but you test his control daily

- [ ] He’s not sure if you’ve been using a new scented lotion or perfume but the scent coming off of you at random times the last several weeks has been making him need to grind his teeth to keep from reaching out and pulling your body tightly against his

- [ ] Thankfully he’s learned self discipline and finds it relatively easy to keep an air of innocence around you, not wanting to scare you off with his ever present and growing desire to lick you from your cute little toes to your sweet sweet mouth.

- [ ] Sitting around camp with you today was testing his patience. He’d noticed that slight flush on your cheeks assumed you may just be a bit warm as the day was a little hotter than usual. Unfortunately the sight of your reddened cheeks did nothing but fuel his imagination.

- [ ] If hes honest with himself desires like this were new, not in regards to you, but in general. So getting away from you for a while was always the best bet, he keeps an ear out in case you need him of course but fighting something always helps relieve the tension he builds up being in your presence

- [ ] Unfortunately the area surrounding your little temporary home was quiet. Too damn quiet. He almost thinks about going a little further out but quickly decides against it, not wanting to get too far from you in case something DID happen

- [ ] Which is why, as he’s hopping through the large forest trees, he ends up circling back towards the shallow cave

- [ ] His pace is fairly lax, enjoying the warm air and the calm familiar sounds of the woods

- [ ] Wukongs mind wanders a little to what lies ahead on your little journey as he makes his way back. He’s quite lost in thought so it takes him a moment to realize that something is amiss as he gets closer

- [ ] His sharp ears pick up the sound of your voice but it’s not something he’s heard before, or well he has, kind of. Only when youd eaten something really really good and you make a happy little noise that always makes his old heart skip a beat

- [ ] Well now he’s just curious, what did you find to eat? Were you hiding it from him to keep it all to yourself? How had he not known? Or smelled it?

- [ ] With a huff he picks up his pace racing through the trees determined to give you shit for trying to hide some wonderful little treat from him

- [ ] He can hear you better now that he’s close and just before he breaks through the trees he stops with a smirk deciding to sneak up on you as punishment

- [ ] But in his haste he missed a crucial detail - one he now is acutely aware of as he pauses just as the little camp comes into view

- [ ] He freezes, going completely still as he takes in the sight before him and the very obvious soft squelching sound echoing a little in the shallow cave. His keen hearing amplifying the sound.

- [ ] Hot HOT desire ripples through his strong frame causing every single hair on his body to stand on end like he’d been hit by lightning as he takes in your naked body, hips shifting just so as your hand is going to work between your thighs as you moan

- [ ] His simian nostrils flare as your scent hits him like a boulder almost knocking him off his feet, well at least now he knows where that heady scent you sometimes carry comes from. He salivates at the thought of tasting your nectar. There’s another scent mixed with your pleasure, faintly it smells almost like peaches but not quite.

- [ ] Your soft sounds wash over him causing a full on shudder to go through him. His cock hardening in an instant as you then whine HIS fucking name

- [ ] Something inside him almost snaps - later youd tell him it was his arrogance and ego swelling to the size of 5 mountains

- [ ] You are touching yourself wanting HIM, Wukong, and that sends a possessive growl rumbling through his chest, his claw tipped fingers flexing with the need to reach out and grab you, to touch you, to run his claws gently down your skin and watch you shiver and squirm

- [ ] You dont hear it of course too lost in stuffing your needy hole but by the sounds of it, its not quite enough for you

- [ ] Wukong keeps himself in place for a moment longer as he watches you tend to yourself, one of your hands slides up the side of your breast and pinches a nipple and he licks his lips at the sight, wanting to know what they taste like

- [ ] His tail flicks with pent up energy behind him as he finally stalks forward, a predator about to pounce on his prey

- [ ] But he has no intentions of helping you as he strips himself of his shirt letting it fall to the ground not caring where

- [ ] His furry chest is rapidly expanding with his quickened breaths, he breathes purposely through his nose wanting to capture every moment of your scent and commit it to memory

- [ ] Finally sensing you’re not alone you open your eyes and still with a sharp shocked breath. He watches as your cheeks redden further with surprise and embarrassment

- [ ] Quick as a whip before you can even pull your fingers away from your soaked pussy he’s between your knees bullying his way through with one hand holding you open by his grip on your thigh and his tail wrapping around the other. Spreading you open for his heated gaze

- [ ] He has ahold of your wrist preventing you from pulling back and before you can even think of protesting he pulls on your wrist, gently but firmly, you gasp as your fingers slip out of your pussy, the wet sound sending a tingle of embarrassment through you

- [ ] Instantly he has your dripping fingers pressed against his nose and mouth as he huffs in your scent before licking at them

- [ ] Feeling you tremble in his strong hold and your little shocked gasp he locks eyes with you and smirks as he licks your fingers completely clean as though he was starving for the taste

- [ ] He can tell you dont know what to do, that your torn between embarrassment and want. But he doesnt mind, he’s made the decision for you

- [ ] Wukong nips your fingers teasingly before he lowers your hand and places it back against your pussy, he uses his fingers to press yours pointedly against your slick lower lips and the little wet sound that accompanies the movement makes you both shiver.

- [ ] He slips his fingers in between yours, teasingly touching you for a moment as his fingers glide through your slick

- [ ] A light growl/groan rumbles through his chest as he looks at you with half lidded eyes filled with naked desire

- [ ] Slowly and deliberately he lets go of your hand, pleased when you keep your hand right where he’d placed it, and begins undoing his pants

- [ ] His puffs his furry chest out a little and chuckles, the sound husky as he watches your expression turn needy as he dips his hand into his pants and brings his throbbing dick out, enjoying how heavily your breathing gets and how your eyes seem to be unable to look away as he spreads your juices over his cock

- [ ] Scooting forward so that his cock presses against the back of your knuckles he smirks down at you

- [ ] “Since you decided to take your pleasure for yourself, give us a show my sweet peach.” He demands like the king he is with no room for arguments, wanting you to resume touching yourself while he watches and takes himself in hand. Punishing you a little for taking a special privilege away from him

[revelboo]

Your writing is so evocative! I love your snippets so much!!!! And are you using Motion CIty Soundtrack song titles for their titles!?!?!?! Love that! I keep hearing parts of the songs while I read your works and wowo it’s perfect. Great band, great mood setting, great writing. Appreciate all you do for us robot fuckers.

!!!! They are Motion City Soundtrack song titles- usually whichever one I was listening to at the time. They were my go to back when I wrote on FFN, so I knew if I was going to start writing Transformers fanfiction again, their albums would be my soundtrack 😆

Where I Belong Pt 3

Bluestreak x Reader

• Coming online in degrees, there’s still pain, but it’s not crippling. Just a dull, insistent ache that grounds him and drags him the rest of the way to alertness. To that remembered fear. He almost sits up, but freezes when something small and warm shifts against the side of his helm. A warm spot that’s breathing softly. “Careful,” Ratchet calls out, leaning over him to curl his servos around that warmth and he almost reaches to stop the medic as he lifts his little human free breaking that contact. And making him vent sharply in protest. Dangling from Ratchet’s hand, you make a sleepy noise, before laying your head over on a servo.

• “They stayed,” he says, reaching out both hands cupped together. Needing to feel you in his hands, to know you’re really real. You didn’t leave him alone when he’d been scared. Had stayed with him. Ratchet vents softly in annoyance, lowering you into Bluestreak’s hands. He remembers the pain, curling his servos around you. Clinging to you. “Did I hurt them?” You’re so still in his hands, breathing but not moving.

• There’s voices around you and you press your cheek into the warmth cradling you. Just five more minutes. You’re so tired. You sat up watching over Bluestreak for so long as he ‘recharged’ according to the medic. Despite his assurances the other alien was fine, every time you’d closed your eyes you’d seen that one flickering blue eye. Heard that broken plea to not be left alone. That fear eating at you, hurting your heart. “Just exhausted,” mutters a gruff voice. The medic taking to someone.

• Warmth spreads through him as you curl yourself in his hands, trusting yourself to him. You must to have stayed with him. You’d taken care of him and he’s going to care for you, too. He runs a servo along your spine, something in him settling. You’d been alone too, hadn’t you? There hadn’t been any other humans around. Maybe lonely like he is. Though he never would admit it out loud. It sounds so silly to feel alone when there are so many other Autobots about. He knows he can be annoying. Ask too many questions, talks too much, but as he runs that servo over you, feeling your little heart beating, he knows he’s not going to let you go. Ever. Neither one of you will need to be lonely.

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where were you in the morning - three

alessia russo x reader

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Your mood instantly dropped. The girl, who you knew only by her name, disappeared. You thought - no - you knew she was special. That connection you felt with her was something you couldn’t just forget.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you swing your legs over to the side of the bed, sitting up. Taking a deep breath, you look around the room. The floor that was once littered with clothes that weren’t yours are found bare - bar the clothes belonging to you.

With a groan, you get up from the bed and walk to your closet, quickly putting on some boxers and a hoodie. Walking out of the room, any traces of Alessia is nowhere to be found.

You were in over your head. Completely clueless on how you managed to scare the girl away.

“Fuck!” You yelled out in frustration, but not loud enough for the people in the rooms next to you could hear.

Opening up the living room curtains, you grab your guitar from the corner of the room. Sitting on the couch, guitar in hand, you space out a bit, trying and failing to get the girl off your mind.

Playing a bit with a melody, one stuck to you, recording it on your phone.

“I look around and you’re not there? No, no.” You scribble in the little notepad hotels give out. “I look around but I don’t see you. Yeah, that’s good. Where were you in the morning? I didn’t get your number. Left without, uh, left without a warning.”

You place your phone on the side of the couch, angling it towards you and press record. You start playing the melody and singing all the lyrics you have.

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Two hours later, you pretty much had most of the song finished and ready to go into the studio. The sound of your phone ringing breaks you out of your zone.

“Y/LN.” You answer

“Have you seen the articles?” You recognize the voice of your manager.

“What articles?” Getting off the couch, you stand by the window, looking out.

“So many speculations on who you’re dating.” Alina points out.

“Which is nothing new.”

“That’s true.” It’s silent for a bit. “Any NDA’s I need someone to sign?”

“No, no. Uh, she left before I woke up, so it’d be no use. Just wish I knew more than her name.”

“So you don’t know who she is?”

“Nope.”

“What happens when she leaks it out there that she spent the night with you?” You could hear your manager getting antsy.

“I doubt she will, but if she does, maybe I could see her again soon.”

“You want to see her again?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? You don’t even know her?” Alina exclaims, thinking you’re out of your mind.

“Well, I wanna get to know her! She’s been all I could think about since I woke up. All I could write about.”

“Then, maybe you should just keep writing. And maybe she’d already realized the snippet you posted is about her.”

“I don’t even know if she knew who I was.”

“She’d have to be living under a rock to not know who you are.”

“We talked about getting breakfast last night, get to know each other more.”

“All you can do right now is be patient and hope she reaches out.”

“Yeah, I hope she does.”

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Have you ever wanted to give Astarion more hugs? Because I did. So I wrote 34K words just to give him more hugs. It's Hugs for a Vampire, literally just uploaded the last chapter.

It's my first finished long fic ever and I feel this weird little pride so I wanted to gush about it. Please enjoy a few of my favorite snippets below (spans the game so beware spoilers), but this thing has a bit of everything.

You want figuring out boundaries? You got it!

You’re not sure how much of it is a choice that you’ve consciously made or if it’s born of your underlying worry. It hasn’t been long since you entered this new phase in your relationship, and the past couple of weeks have been a lot of trial and error to get to a place of some comfort and understanding. As such, you know exactly why you’ve been careful, consciously or not. “I don’t want to touch you if you’re not ready for it,” you say, tilting your head toward his, whispering your words away from the rest of the group.

The vampire freezes a moment, his eyebrows knitting into a look of concern. “While I appreciate the sentiment, darling, a hug isn’t exactly carnal .”

You give him a flat look. “Of course it isn’t,” you respond back. “But it’s still… intimate. You should be allowed to decide when that happens. If you hug me, I know you want it to happen.”

Astarion finally uncrosses his arms, only to rub at his temple in exasperation. “Ugh, you’re being disgustingly considerate,” he says, closing his eyes. “It’s times like this that I wonder how we’ve even gotten this far.”

You want a smidge of angst? Of course.

Astarion’s arm around you shifts, an attempt to pull you closer. You turn to face him and lean in to help his efforts. He gives you a sad little grateful smile, and tucks you into his chest, your head resting just below his chin. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, a low rasp to it, “I’m here, dear. We’re in this together.”

Nodding into his chest, you take a few steading breaths. “I know,” you say. “But is it too much to ask for a break every once and a while?”

“Darling,” a cold kiss graces your temple before he continues, “I’ve been asking myself that question for two-hundred years.” His words aren’t meant to elicit sympathy, just reality, and you both soak in it for a while. Laying in each others’ arms, bodies too exhausted to move, spirits too broken to speak, you allow yourself to weep.

You want calling Astarion out on his bullshit? For sure.

“Gods,” he breathes out in anguish. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn’t meet then. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to you…”

You’ve never been above challenging your lover’s sullen moods, facing his avoidances head on. So you stare him down fiercely when you say, “Don’t you avoid this, Astarion. Face it, like you must face them. You would have killed me.”

And just like that, something in him buckles. All of his blustering blown away in the stark reality of his previous life. “I would have killed you.” Astarion’s shoulders bow, his head turns away from you and it’s all you can do to hold back a fierce, rib-shattering embrace.

You want fluff? Hell yeah.

You’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

You want an ending where he doesn't run off on his own and break your heart? It's only natural 😭

Sniffling, tears trailing down your face and onto his neck, you know your voice is barely there. But you need him to know. You whisper to him, “We’re all here for you. You’re safe with us.”

And like a stubborn lock that finally gives, he collapses into you. His full body weight bears down on you, and it’s all you can do to keep from toppling over. Yet you remain solid, fully ready to support him as long as he needs.

Anyway, I just wanted to be excited, if you read this far ty I appreciate you and pls how do I get this vampire man out of my head 🥲

[thebramblewood]

That moment you find out the girl you’ve been seeing is famous - for being a 130-year-old missing persons case with an entire "theories and speculation" section on Wikipedia.

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Yes, I made Lilith a Wikipedia page because I'm just that extra. If you want to read it (I threw in some new information), you can find the whole thing following the transcript below the cut.

Real-time footage of Helena researching:

[Snippets of Caleb's letter echo in Helena's mind] I will put it to you bluntly: Lilith and I have been vampires for some 100 years. Faced with your otherwise certain demise, I chose to make you one too. You may not believe me. It will feel like a bad flu for a day or two; then it will feel like the heat of 1000 fires blazing inside. I very well knew it would turn you into a monster against your will.

Helena, thinking: It's just a hangover, Helena. It's just a hangover. Yeah, that crazy bitch bit you, and her crazy brother wrote a dumb letter to scare the shit out of you. But vampires aren't real.

Thank god Ulrike left all these fucking tarps. This sunlight is murder on my eyes.

Several internet rabbitholes later... [Helena scanning Wikipedia page on computer screen] Last seen alive March 16, 1918... disappeared under mysterious circumstances... seemed to fall ill... Tangled Vines... immortal vampires... This can't actually be her. It's impossible...

Lilith Violetta Vatore (December 2, 1891 – last seen alive March 16, 1918) was an heiress and socialite who disappeared under mysterious circumstances at the age of 26 along with her brother, Caleb Vatore, 24. Before vanishing, the siblings were poised to jointly inherit the Vatore fortune, home, and 100-year-old vineyard and winery. This was considered unusual for the period, as family property, wealth, and business interests were often only passed to women in the complete absence of a male inheritor.

Despite societal expectations, Vatore reportedly had little interest in courting or eventually marrying. She was said to have rebuffed dozens of engagement offers, much to her parents' dismay. However, she rarely turned down an invitation to a ball, and her baldly flirtatious escapades were frequently reported on in society columns. One such columnist wrote that she "bandied about in a bold and bawdy manner most unbecoming of a respectable lady, laughing uproariously, drinking excessively, and making coy conversation with every handsome man in sight." Some historians suggest based on a series of candid letters from Vatore to fellow socialite and confidante Prudence Crumplebottom, donated to the University of Britechester by Crumplebottom's daughters, that she may have preferred the company of women in private.

The Vatore siblings were said to be so close that one was rarely seen without the other. The society columns were not kind to Caleb Vatore, calling him a "poor chap" who seemed "nothing more than a playmate, servant, or lapdop, his role at any given moment wholly dependent upon his dear sister's whims." Little is known about his personal life.

In the days preceding the siblings' disappearance, Vatore seemed to fall ill. She sequestered herself to her bedroom, allowing no one but her brother to enter. On the morning of March 16, a maid found Caleb's chambers undisturbed, and Vatore's locked bedroom door was forced open, whereupon she was discovered to have absconded in the night, along with her brother and her finest jewels.

Various court battles ensued over the fate of the Vatore estate, and interest in the siblings' disappearance was briefly renewed when their alleged children materialized in the mid-1950s. However, the entire ordeal all but disappeared from public consciousness until the recent publication of Tangled Vines: A Complete Investigation of the Vatore Disappearances by journalist Salim Benali. Benali posits that the Vatores are immortal vampires who still live today, and though some scholars find elements of his research intriguing, others dismiss his argument as an elaborate, attention-seeking hoax.

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 4

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 4th snippet. The freshly wed husbands have a little dispute about how to enter negotiations with the approaching Lindon army. Thankfully, Celebrimbor can convince Adar of a less aggressive approach than the one he’d originally planned for. Maybe Galadriel will even thank him for it.

I actually wrote part 2-4 in one sitting, so this is the last one of that batch. I have ideas for two or three more parts, already wrote some of that and got a bit more lined up to post but – I am flying by the seat of my pants with this fic/collection of snippets tbh. However, it’s been great fun so far! Not fully convinced yet that I’ll be able to bring this to a meaningful end, so no promises, but we’ll see what happens. Thanks again to everyone who has commented so far, you people are lovely! <3 (Also, check out this lovely chapter 1 addition by @plotdesigner right here, it's from Adar's POV)

"You are not sticking Galadriel in a cage!" Celebrimbor exclaimed. He didn't care that he might come across as agitated – with all that had happened to him in the last few weeks, he had a right to be as emotional he wanted to be, in his opinion!

Also, his new husband – it was still making his head spin, to use that term when referring to Adar – threatening to stick one of his best friends into a cage and then dramatically reveal her as his captive while Lindon's army charged at the uruk’s forces was an idea that warranted some hysterics. Not just in his specific situation but in general.

Adar looked quite unimpressed. "It will ensure that the army stops their attack, leaves my forces unharmed, and sends one of their leaders to listen to my proposal."

He made it sound so reasonable, when Celebrimbor could find nothing reasonable about the other's plan. The smith sighed and ruffled his own hair in frustration.

"A proposal that they will reject because you put their best commander in a cage and placed her in harm's way!" Why did he feel as if he were talking to a child? Was this how Gil-Galad felt when he argued with Celebrimbor?

The smith certainly hoped he wasn't wearing a mirror of the expression Ereinion so graciously bestowed upon him every time they had a dispute. The one that practically dripped of disappointment.

"What show of good will could they possibly expect after something like that?!"

Adar seemed taken aback more than anything else. He studied Celebrimbor critically, as if trying to figure him out, before he walked and sat down in the improvised throne in the middle of the tent they were in. He seemed...tired, all of a sudden.

Well, too bad for him, because Celebrimbor felt ready to continue arguing his case.

"And what guarantee do I have, otherwise, that they will not simply try and overrun my children before I get a word in?" the uruk spat. "Elves are not practicularly fond of listening to 'orcs' when my kin try to reason with them. They'd rather attack first and ask questions later."

"Funny, I should think the elves see it the same way in regards to the uruk," Celebrimbor replied, then held up his hands in supplication as Adar threw him a baleful glare in lieu of a verbal response.

Sighing, the smith tried a more delicate approach. "You can take me and Galadriel to the front with you. Have us walk up in front of the army, so Gil-Galad and his forces can see us. They won't attack their own people, or those who are by their side."

Adar looked sideways at the smith, but at least it didn't seem as if he would dismiss the idea outright. Celebrimbor decided to consider it as progress.

A loud exhale of air through Adar's nose and the uruk leant forward, bracing himself on his elbows on the table before himself. He fixed the smith with his gaze. "So the two of you can run to safety, once the attack starts, leaving me and my children vulnerable? I don't think so."

"I meant what I said," Celebrimbor cut in, and this time, he truly was getting heated. He stepped right up to Adar's side, slammed his hands on the table, and leant into the uruk's space as he continued. "When we took our vows. I will uphold our marriage, and our alliance. I still intend to save those I consider my charges. I will not abandon you, nor will I abandon a chance for a peace between our people, even if hope is a resource we have preciously little of at this time."

Adar had slightly widened eyes, but otherwise, nothing about him betrayed any kind of emotion. Slowly, he leant back, until elf and uruk could stare each other straight in the eyes.

There was a long beat of silence, and Celebrimbor almost felt himself falter in his conviction, until-

"You do mean what you say," the uruk confirmed. He sounded...wondrous, almost. Celebrimbor would have been insulted if not for the fact that he, too, was surprised by how much he wanted to believe in this peace, this alliance. "You would not betray this arrangement even if you were given the opportunity for it."

"Yes," the smith replied, simply, and allowed himself to soften. He leant his hip against the table to better face Adar. "I intend to see this through to the end. Which is why I am asking you to trust me, and let me help you with your plan. Let Galadriel and me join you at the front as you greet Lindon's army. Bind her, if you must, though I'd ask you strongly to reconsider that option. She won't do anything that could put me in harm's way. She wants Sauron dead as much as you do – and I."

"She and I both have a good relationship with Gil-Galad, and his herald, Elrond, who might accompany him. They will be wary, but they will listen to our words and agree on a temporary treaty at least, to discuss how to help Eregion. We can work from there I believe."

He wasn't a politician, at least not a natural one, but he knew Gil-Galad and Elrond. None of them had as much hate for the uruk as Galadriel had held, and even she was currently trying not to cause trouble in the camp. It would take time, and Celebrimbor would have to remain close to Adar's side to make sure none of them tried an ill-fated 'rescue' attempt on his behalf, but the smith was positive that they could find a solution. They had to.

It felt like so more than just Eregion and Mordor were at stake here. Especially with the foe they were up against.

Another moment, and then, to the smith’s great relief, Adar nodded.

"Very well. But you will get some armor fitted and wear it before we do this – just to be safe. Might be these elves will not deliberately attack you, but accidents are bound to happen when tempers are enflamed."

To the smith's surprise, this did not sound like a ruthless warlord contemplating that, as long as he was alive, Celebrimbor would do as a husband even if he was hurt. Or even that the chances for negotiations were better if he was in good shape once the elven high king saw him.

No, judging by how much Adar already let Celebrimbor get away with in terms of talking back at him, how he let him roam freely about his tent and the immediate vicinity (even if he was accompanied by guards at all times, for multiple reasons), didn’t bind him and hadn’t even put Galadriel back in chains again, well.

Maybe Adar truly did not just care about Celebrimbor’s wellbeing because it would yield him better results, but because he wished for the smith to be - and remain - unharmed.

Whether out of simple, common decency or some kind of genuine care for his new husband, that might remain to be seen. But it was a start. One that Celebrimbor could work and live with.

[sophie1973]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone ! This week I was tagged by @onthewaytosomewhere @stellarmeadow @thighzp @suseagull04

and @blueeyedgrlwrites. Thank you and tagging you right back.

So this week I'm doing a little self-promo first with that little Birthday fic I wrote for my friend Kim and which can be read HERE. (Rivals football players Alex and Henry)

And second, here is a third snippet of my coming WIP 'Wait for me (to come home)'

Snippet and tags under the cut

As Alex approaches, Henry looks up. A becoming blush colors his cheeks, and his face lights up with a warm smile. "Dr. Claremont-Diaz! Good evening." "Please, call me Alex," he insists. "Dr. Claremont-Diaz is quite a mouthful." Henry chuckles softly. "You clearly haven't heard my full name."

Alex raises an eyebrow. "I thought it was Fox?" He's careful not to mention their gossip magazine research from the previous day. "Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, actually. And I'm sparing you the middle names," Henry explains with a self-deprecating smile. "By the way, I followed your advice. I had an excellent dinner. So, thank you." Alex feels a gentle pressure on his calf and looks down to see David pawing at his leg, seeking attention. "Hello, David," he coos, bending to pet the dog. "Just finished work?" Henry inquires. "Yes, I work late on Tuesdays and Fridays," Alex explains. "I was about to grab a quick dinner before heading home. Just wanted to say hello." As Alex prepares to return to the bar, Henry speaks up, his tone casual but tinged with hope. "Doctor... I mean, Alex. Would you care to join me? If you don't mind the company, that is." Something in Henry's eyes, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the polite smile, resonates with Alex. It's a loneliness he recognizes all too well, a feeling he's grappled with despite the loving presence of June and Nora.  He can’t ignore it. "I would love to," Alex says warmly. "I can't think of better company. I'm talking about David, obviously." "Obviously," Henry chuckles, relief crossing his eyes. Alex finds himself drawn to the way Henry's accent curls around the word, all posh vowels and crisp consonants.

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[justallihere]

Do you sometimes have to let go of scenes that you like, just because you can’t fit them into storyline? If so, can you share some examples of “deleted scenes” from previous chapters with us?

Yes! I have a doc with 10k+ words of stuff that I cut. Most of the time it’s an alternate take on a scene, but there are a couple true “deleted scenes” as well. There are lots more than below but here are a few that have fairly coherent snippets.

Mira showing up to Basgiath before the wedding was originally quite different:

“I thought we had all learned our lesson about being places without a bodyguard.” Violet turned at the voice behind her. It was Garrick—she recognized his footsteps, his voice—but Bodhi was with him too, a silent shadow half a step behind. He inclined his head and offered Violet the barest hint of a smile. “Two of you to hunt me down?” she asked, looking between them. “I’m flattered.” “You’re deflecting,” Garrick said. She rolled her eyes. “I have plenty of protection.” She pointed across the flight field to the rocks, to the faint outline of a dark shape blending in against the outcropping and the shade beneath it. “There’s Andarna. Tairn is up there” —Another gesture to the mountains, where Violet knew he was hunting, though she couldn’t see him from where she stood— “and Sgaeyl and Xaden are right. . . there.” She smiled when they came into view above the college’s walls, but not at the reappearance of Sgaeyl and her rider. No, she was focused on the green dragon behind them, and the tall rider that sat astride him. As soon as Teine landed, Violet took off at a run. Mira met her halfway, ripping off her flight goggles as she went. They collided in the middle, nearly tumbling to the ground. “Hi,” Violet said, gripping her sister tight, her arms locked around her ribs. Mira cupped a hand around the back of her head protectively, the other curving around her shoulders. Violet could imagine the glare she was aiming at Xaden or Garrick or Bodhi or all three of them behind her. “You okay?” Violet nodded, tucking her head into her sister’s shoulder. “Violet?” Mira pressed. She took a breath that trembled a bit on the inhale. “Someone tried to kill me last week." Mira tensed, her embrace tightening. “And you took care of it?” Violet nodded again. “I took care of it." “Good.” Mira pulled back just enough to take Violet’s face into her hands and tilt her head up to meet her eyes. “I’m proud of you.”

I wrote a brief scene of Xaden and Violet interacting with a kid (the daughter of a staff member) the day before the coronation that was cute but didn’t make it in:

“Hi there,” Violet said softly to the little girl, crouching to be on her level. “I’m Violet. What’s your name?” “I’m Rosalie.” She looked from Violet to Xaden and back again, her expression curious. “My mommy says you’re our queen now.” “Well.” Violet smiled. “Tomorrow, actually. Once he gives me a pretty crown to wear.” She tilted her head toward Xaden. “Like your ring?” Rosalie reached out a curious hand, and Violet held her own up in return to let her touch the glittering gemstones on her left ring finger. Violet shrugged, holding still as the girl twisted her rings this way and that, apparently unbothered for someone who was typically so reluctant to have others in her space. Her position must have hurt, too, but she didn’t show it. “I haven’t seen it yet, so I don’t know if it will match. Ask him." Rosalie turned to Xaden expectantly. “Does her crown match her ring?” “Not quite,” he admitted. “She’ll still look beautiful in it, though.” “Did you marry her because she’s so pretty?” He crouched next to Violet and said conspiratorially, “I married her because she has the scariest dragon on the whole continent.” Rosalie’s eyes went wide. “You’re a dragon rider, too?” she asked Violet, who nodded. “My brother says girls don’t ride dragons. He says I’m too small.” “A lot of people told me I’m too small, too,” Violet admitted quietly. “But that doesn’t matter to them. If you’re strong and brave, you can ride a dragon.” “You must be really strong and brave,” Rosalie said in a whisper that wasn’t really a whisper at all. “A lot of people are scared of King Xaden more than they’re scared of dragons.” Violet laughed. “Are you scared of him? “No,” Rosalie said contemplatively. “He keeps us all safe.” Violet smiled, but it was tight-lipped. “Yeah. He does that for me, too.”

And I started writing a moment of Xaden and Violet feeling the effects of the bond with Sgaeyl and Tairn, but it got replaced in favor of the late-night kitchen talk in ch. 18:

Xaden woke in the middle of the night to movement beside him. He was only half-awake, but he was aware that his cock was achingly hard, and he was sweating, and there was a warm, soft body next to him. He rolled toward it instinctively, his fingers just touching skin that felt as feverish as his own. As soon as he made contact, they jerked away. “Fuck, don’t touch me right now,” Violet gasped, and his eyes finally opened all the way. “Shit.” He sat up in bed just in time to see her rolling out of it, her hair mussed from sleep, her movements unsteady. He lit one of the mage lights next to the bed without thought, trying desperately to ground himself and reinforce his shields. He watched as Violet squeezed her eyes shut, likely doing the same thing. In the low light, he could see the flush in her cheeks. She was wearing a thin slip, pale pink, and he could make out the shape of her body beneath it—the dip in her waist, the curve of her hip, the slope of her breast. He turned away from her, dragging in a deep breath. Fuck. This arousal, this desire, wasn’t his. It washed over him like a wave, threatening to drag him under. What he wouldn’t give to pull Violet in with him. He had imagined her so many times, the noises she would make, how she might taste on his tongue, the way she would feel coming on his cock. It was easy to imagine her again, draping her across his lap with her thighs spread wide so she could ride him until they were both satisfied. “Fix your godsdamned shields,” Violet hissed. He hadn’t even realized they were down and he was projecting his every thought to her. “Shit.” He put them back in place rapidly, and the lines of her face relaxed, just a little. “Tell me you have something to smoke,” she begged. They needed to do something. They couldn’t be together with a bed between them. “No, but I know who does.”

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

Several Sentence Sunday

I am finally posting not at the last minute! I wrote over 2000 words yesterday, which is a lot for me, so sharing just seven sentences feels... too little. Congrats, you get more, lol.

Still deep in the weeds for Dads-storyline-swap:

Before he can say a proper goodbye, Alex takes him by the hand, dragging him away from the girls, away from the crowd, and contradictory to his words, away from the kitchen. “Where are we going?” he asks as they turn down a hallway, startled by the volume of his own voice as they move away from the speakers. Alex glances at him, then back in the direction they were heading seconds ago. He drops Henry’s hand, only to push him against the wall with both hands, sliding them below Henry’s leather vest to trace his pecs, thumbing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Henry thrusts his hips forward instinctually, both of them moaning when their hard cocks rub together despite the layers of fabric still restraining them. He surges forward, attacking Alex’s lips without regard for where they are. There’s a voice in the back of his mind telling him he should care that anyone could walk down this hallway, find them like this. He can’t find a reason to care, with his teeth grazing Alex’s bottom lip, with that whimper leaking from his mouth. He only opens his eyes when Alex’s lips disappear seconds later. Alex has taken a half-step away from Henry, his head whipping back and forth, checking to make sure the hallway’s just as deserted as it’s been since they stepped into it. He finally turns back to Henry, closing his eyes and leaning his head against Henry’s chest. It’s not a very platonic stance, though there’s certainly more plausible deniability in this position than their previous one.

Thanks and tags below the cut :)

Thanks to @wordsofhoneydew @bigassbowlingballhead @itsmaybitheway @sherryvalli @nocoastposts @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @stellarm @daisymae-12 (glad to see you back) for the tags!! I am excited to dig into all of your snippets soon :)

No pressure tags to @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @bribumblebee @cactusdragon517 @cultofsappho @captainjunglegym @dumbpeachjuice @eusuntgratie @emmalostinwonderland @firenati0n @gayrootvegetable @gay-flyboys @inexplicablymine @juloviz @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @magicandarchery @matherines @msmarvelouswinchester @nocoastposts @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @rmd-writes @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @user-anakin @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged @14carrotghoul and open tag if I missed someone! Tried to get a lot since I'm ahead for once, lol

[comfortlesshurt]

2024 Skyler Wrapped

Little 2024 update because my ass can never get enough statistics! (I enjoy the writing, but I fear my true love is math.)

Anyway, skip this post if it will bother you reading about a year of someone else's achievements! I will totally understand. Literally jerkin' myself off under the cut on this post, my dudes.

This year's new fics (in order of date first posted):

Ratings and TWs can be found at the links. Please check the TWs before reading!

09-Jun-2024: 5 Times Lance Doesn't Matter +1 Time He Finally Does (my first fic after an 18-month break!)

01-Jul-2024: Smiling 'cause you're used to it (a house that's always haunted) (first fic where I truly let myself go wild & write for my own dick & no one else)

03-Jul-2024: Chemicals, chemicals in my brain (where'd you go, where'd you go anyway?) (first time writing the fluffy part & enjoying it)

01-Aug-2024: Nowhere to call home (so I'll pack and run away) (first time completing a writing challenge on time)

10-Sep-2024: What are you wondering? (What do you know?) (I hate this one actually, but I wrote it this year so we'll just give it..... shortest fic I've written in AWHILE)

15-Sep-2024: On it, yes, indeed (on it, watch me bleed) (ugh opposite problem... I loved this one! but there's nothing really standout about it, I guess. just accept that I love it even if it doesn't have a Special Thing)

14-Oct-2024: 5 Times Keith Relies on the Blade +1 Time... (first time creating something to celebrate a fictional character's birthday. also first OCs with more than one line of dialogue, I think)

07-Dec-2024: With talk of love (as I make-pretend) (first work for a gift exchange! whole new scary experience for me!)

22-Dec-2024: Maybe this thing works out (if I'm lying too) (longest thing I have EVER written and shared. the inspiration for this thing is endless, I fear)

Stats I thought were interesting:

I wasn't actually back in fandom until June 3rd, 2024, so all the AO3 stats are based on the difference between my snapshot of that date and my snapshot on December 31st, 2024. Not a huge difference; it's just chopping out all the January through June interaction with my Spider-Man stuff that was already up since the last time I took a stats snapshot before that was 2021.

Published in 2024: 92k words, all VLD!

Written in 2024 but not yet published: 188k words, also all VLD

General new stats in 2024: 128 new work subs (we're so back), 20k new hits, 1.2k new kudos, 94 new comment threads (and i happy screamed at every single one), & 339 new bookmarks (and i crept through every single one with comments or tags attached... like a creep...)

New finished works: 7

New unfinished works: 2

Top artist for title lyrics this year: Those Who Dream at 16 unique titles (1 work title & 15 chapter titles)

Word count range for 2024 published fics: 527 (complete snippet) to 26k (WIP)

Most common additional tags: Keith-centric, POV Keith, Hurt/Comfort (these are surely surprising to you....)

Number of times I used the word 'just' in published & unpublished fics this year: 993 (0.355% of all words I wrote were this word.......)

Other milestones: first time writing someone who was Not My Blorbo and having fun with it, first time writing without it being an escape from something terrible, first shipfic, first time participating in a fandom event where there would be Consequences if I'd backed out, first explicit content posted on my main account, closest I've ever gotten to finishing NaNo* with one single project, first time c*mm*ssioning art for my fics, first time learning you have to censor the word c*mm*ssion to avoid getting scam bots in your tumblr DMs (just a huge milestone year actually)

New word count for this year technically doesn't beat my previous record of 315k in 2021, but 1) I was only employed full-time for 5 months of 2021 so I had way more free time then and 2) I didn't write a single word in 2024 before June 3rd, so 280k in 7 months of 2024 feels like a lot more than 315k in 12 months of 2021.

Also since literally no one IRL cares, some non-writing achievements I'm also proud of for 2024! Going in rough order from earliest in 2024 to latest:

Quit the most abusive job I've ever experienced

And immediately got my first job in my intended career field

Finally coded an AO3 stats tracker after 6 years of having it in the back of my mind

Grew my first ever eggplant (it was very small....)

Paid off my car

First semi-solo business proposal presented with a base price totaling more than all of the bids combined that I supported over 2 years at my last job

Made new friends I love <3

Acquired an unquenchable thirst for vld merch....

Went to my first con

And finally as of today, I'm under 89% of my original mortgage balance & on track to own this thing in half the original loan term! (praying this series of words doesn't wake up the sugar daddy bot again, he LOVES when I discuss my mortgage)

Also, some shoutouts for the year! In order of when we first met:

@zelandiangelo for being one of the few OGs I know still around and always being so nice to talk to and supportive. ;_; In case anyone's forgotten, they're the one who convinced me to write and post my first ever hurt/comfort fic and sucked me right back into fandom after I'd been clean for like... six years at that point.

For the record, there are other OGs and I'm glad to see them around! We're just not as close (but you can change that in 2025 ;) )

@hurtwithabitofcomfort for also being crazy supportive through all the fandoms I've been through. I didn't get to shout 'em out last year since I wasn't active on Tumblr then, but they're the one who kicked off me getting back into writing in 2023. I know I didn't SHARE anything from 2023, but they made me see how much I loved writing again around that time when the rest of my life kinda sucked and I was giving up on everything.

@perpetuallylatetothefandomparty for their incredibly nice comments! Deadass, I probably would've just posted my first one or two fics of this year and disappeared for another year or two if they hadn't been such a constant presence this summer, hyping up all the gen fics I was working on then.

@voltrohgodwhat for being so easy to talk to and being the kind of friend where either of us can like... disappear for a month and still be totally cool with each other. Also for sharing WIPs that still haunt me on a weekly basis because they're so unique and good ;_;

@existwound for being too intimidatingly cool for awhile but STILL hyping me up. If you've liked anything I've posted in the past three months or so, you've probably got Astra to blame for brainstorming it with me, letting me ramble about it, giving me fresh ideas when I'm stuck on something, or hyping it up.

@langst for always yapping to me about Klance and ALSO hyping up my WIPs and letting me ramble about ideas. Also special shoutout to El because she got me back into writing sprints and that is the source of a LOT of this recent word count. There is something so special about getting to stomp people's asses as you write.......

I'm not gonna harass all the writers I like who aren't like... people I talk to regularly, but even though this has been a VERY light reading year for me, there's a whole little list of VLD writers who I read over and over and like... instantly got motivation to write on my own fics afterward. If you've been in any of my 2024 fic rec lists, it's you... you are my motivation....

(Also, I am OLD and don't have my incredible teenage memory anymore, so if you see me add someone to the shoutouts later, no you didn't and I'm SORRY for not remembering in the first place.)

And final thing! Goals for 2025!

500k written in 2025: Just a little above my daily average in 2024 when you account for the 5 months I wasn't writing this year. The goal is to keep up the pace I've had since June 2024, but extend it through the full 12 months of 2025. Might be a bit of a reach but hey, I'll be happy to get anywhere near 500k in a year, so it works!

Start posting In Love and Death by the end of 2025: I'm running SO behind on where I thought I'd be with this project when I started, but there is no excuse for this to not be close enough to finished to start posting by the end of next year. Mark my words.......

Continue posting work I love: I fell out of habitually writing the last time because I was writing based on what I thought other people wanted to read and holy shit, it is so much easier to write what I want to read. So I'm gonna keep doing that in 2025. In 2024 we moved between gen whump, semi-shippy whump, and shippy non-whump, and I enjoyed them all because that was what I felt like writing at the time. I'll slide between them all as I feel like it again in 2025.

Prioritize my mental health online: I've mostly gotten through it fine, but every burst of bad mental health that affected my writing this year was a direct result of continuing to follow people who are just plain assholes and ruining my mood for no good reason when I'm trying to enjoy scrolling my dash. In 2025, I'll be reminding myself more often that no one is talented enough to make up for being a dick, and I will be more brutal with the unfollow and block buttons for anyone who's making my fandom experience worse.

[linpunny]

NSFW ALPHABET LETTER B SNIPPET

Body part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Before reading be warned this is very Dessycoded and self indulgent but still wrote as a reader fic. I will never recover from this I am currently terminally ill for this man.

CW: Pet names (puppy, little one) , size kink, established relationship, shy bratty coded reader, slightly suggestive

Pairing: Taiju Shiba and fem!reader

*Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns

Network: @enchantedforest-network

You peeped your head around the corner of the bedroom door as you walked down the hall heading to the living room, you knew he was in the bedroom changing and if you were lucky he wouldn’t notice you stealing a glance at his body. Specifically the large expanse of his back, the cross mural and the spiraling tattoos that shaped his broad shoulders. His back was always covered in crescent shaped love marks from the way you clung so tightly while he relentlessly pounded away at your pussy. The way his deltoids flexed when he took off his shirt in the most tantalizing lip biting way had you clenching around absolutely nothing.  The sight left you absolutely breathless, your whole body vibrating, pupils blown out, blood boiling, almost like you were having the longest drawn out full body orgasm. And all just from a glimpse of Taiju’s back. 

Standing in the middle of the shared bedroom with his back turned to you was Taiju and he had just begun to peel of his shirt, arms crossed in front of him, fingertips brushing the bottom of the black t-shirt. Your mouth fell open in awe as you drank in the sight, breath hitching as he pulled the fabric over his head, rippling muscles expanding and flexing in the most delicious manner. The marks from the previous night still raw and bright red. 

 You gulped back down your heart that had lunged into your throat, eyes trailing down his back in the most sinful manner as you took your lower lip in between your teeth to silence the whimper that almost left you. Even though the interaction had only lasted a few mere seconds you were watching in slow motion. 

Just as he finished taking off the shirt and tossing it into the dirty clothes you went to turn on your heel, quietly making your way to the living room but Taiju’s voice called out to you, “Little one, did you think I didn’t know you were staring at me? If you wanted to watch, all you had to do was ask.” While you couldn’t see the cocky smirk on his face you sure could hear it in his voice. “C’mere. Now.” his husky voice made your hot blood now run cold as you obediently stepped back into the bedroom, nippling your lip nervously as you stared down at the floor.

If you looked at Taiju now you would fold, crumble into yourself, giving him the satisfaction of having complete and absolute control over you. He easily could lead you along, making sure everything went the way he wanted. He knew you wouldn’t disobey at this point in the relationship. He demanded your obedience and you trusted him enough to give him that power. So when he cleared his throat and closed the distance you knew it would all be over as he hooked his thumb under your chin forcing you to look at him in those beautiful golden eyes that left you speechless. 

“You know I like when you're a good girl, so tell me why you were watching me change from the hallway?” The corners of his lips pulled into a smirk, fangs on full display as he watched you freeze on the spot. He knew the reason, Taiju was observant, he made sure to keep track of the smallest details like how your eyes always wandered to his back when he changed, or how you squeezed his biceps when you were about to cum, he even knew that you had a habit of picking at your nails when you felt nervous or uncomfortable. 

When you didn’t answer he tsk’d shaking his head in disapproval as he titled your face up, dipping down to meet you halfway until his lips were inches from yours. He answered the question for you, teasingly brushing his thumb across your lower lip as his other hand took purchase on your lower back, “Hmm, You like how strong I am, little one? You like my back and  shoulders? I know you like my biceps too, you don’t hide it very well. It turns you on doesn’t it?  Makes you wish you were clinging to me like you do every night in bed while I fuck you so good you cry?” He chuckled when you nodded in response, his hot breathing fanning over your lips as he claimed them with his, pulling you into a deep  kiss, the type of kiss that made your lungs burn as your lips melted against his. 

He pulled away right as you swiped your tongue along his lips boldly, denying you entrance as he grinned devilishly. He easily picked you up in his arms bridal style, your arms circling around his neck as he carried you to bed, crawling in to rest against the back of the headboard. He positioned you in his lap, your legs straddling his hips as he grinned down at the way your pupils expanded as you stared up at him with the cutest little pout playing on your lips as you tried to escape from his lap. 

“Don’t.” He growled out lowly, flashing his fangs to give you a warning. Taiju hummed when he felt your body relax as you gazed into his eyes meekly. You looked like his prey and he couldn’t help but tease you, as he grabbed both of your hands in his much larger ones,  bringing them both to his lips to softly kiss each knuckle  before placing them on his shoulders, his palms resting on top of yours as he dragged your soft hands down his chest stopping when you reached the peak of his chiseled abs.  “Go on, this is what you wanted right puppy?” He nudged your cheek with his nose, to get you to look at him again when you couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, his velvety voice making your ears burn as he spoke softly into the sweet spot on your neck that made a whine leave your parted lips, “I like when your hands are on me, keep going yeah? Show me how much you want me with those pretty lil hands of yours.” 

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WIP Game!

WIP game!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

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Thank you to @quinloki for tagging me. This is my first rodeo so forgive me when I do this wrong. Or don't, I'm going to horny hell either way. I, um, have....a lot of WIPs...and these are all active...

A Negative Outcome (WBP and Reader, SFW for now, will be Thatch x Reader soon, hurt / comfort). Reader is taken to the Moby to be used as a human blood bank for Whitebeard. Tone shift after the first chapter.

The Crocodile's Gambit (Reader x Croc, NSFW, mostly fluff and some angst) Crocodile needs a chess partner before he impales Buggy out of frustration. Again. He finds one in a most unlikely place.

Heat Transfer (written in second person but really it's an OC / WBP, SFW for now, very little hurt a lot of comfort) You're a half blood Sea Naga, happily living by yourself. That is until a group of humans mistake you for a baby and kidnap you, taking you back to their ship.

Under the Microscope (Yandere Sabo x Reader, dark, NSFW, no non-con) Sabo's the best prisoner you've ever had at your Marine base. You'll be sad when he gets sent to Impel Down. OR - the Marines aren't taking good care of you. So Sabo's going to have to do it himself.

Snow Fall (Alpha Izou x Omega Reader, Omegaverse, hurt / comfort) Izo’s search for his mate had ended before it had begun. Until he meets you...

OMFG I have too many ugh I'm making this shorter just kidding I can't stop yapping

Opposites of Attraction (Kid x Reader, enemies to idiots to lovers, will be NSFW). You're a notorious mercenary in the New World with a powerful Devil Fruit. There's only one person you don't want to meet on the Grand Line - and the stupid fucker is looking right at you.

Not My Monkey (SHP / Reader, Jinbe x Reader, reverse Isekai trope) You've woken up on a strange sailing ship, to the complete non-surprise of the crew. You're their 23rd isekai'd reader, they're used to dealing with your type. Who is Luffy and what the hell is a One Piece? Why do ALL of them have mommy issues? You're about to find out!

Emperor's Prize (yandere Shanks x Reader, dark, hurt / some comfort, mentions of prior non-con though not from Shanks) You've been living undetected as an Omega for years, until the Kid pirates destroy your island. Shanks gets more than just the Poneglyphs when he destroys the Victoria Punk, he gets you too. Shanks is kinder than your previous owner, but an Emperor doesn't let treasures slip through his fingers.

and like 1,000 one shots I haven't finished. I'm gonna list em but I'm not gonna tag people for these ones.

Petrichor (Alpha Luffy x Beta Reader)

Aposmatism (Reiju x reader, dark, dub con)

a collection of NSFW and SFW Red Flags I wrote about Cross Guild + Shanks

Dreamless nights (Koby x Reader)

Joker Poker (Doffy x Reader)

More mean Marcos

I'm tagging @gouraminnow @alexa-fika @sordidmusings @epochal-oracle @cuckoo-on-a-string @graceland321 @lockes-woods @tzimiscequeen-blog

<3

[hippolotamus]

Hi sweetheart 🫶

Please tell me/ snippet me about Mirrorball, Weather and Time, You're where I wanna go, and Bridgerton AU? (I'm being so restrained by not asking for them all)

James, my darling, my love. I know this is from an older ask game but I will never miss an opportunity to yell about this WIP. It is quite possibly the love of my life as far as creations are concerned. Thank you for asking about it. Some words for you. This is Buck's POV about the train ride to Chicago. The amount of time for the trip is a total guess on my part but the tears shed while I wrote this little bit were very authentic (all previous snippets here)

After three days on the train, Buck is ready to be almost anywhere else. Even if that place has a temperature that’s barely above freezing. He’ll accept that in exchange for being able to stretch his legs, to breathe crisp air that bites when he inhales and isn’t tinged with thick, black smoke from a steam engine.  The ride itself wasn’t awful. By all modern standards, especially compared to the coach passengers, it was smooth and comfortable. He and Lucy had access to any amenity possible. A private sleeping area, their choice of plush, cushioned chairs, and a private dining table.  Buck’s two favorite features were access to the observation car and the ability to talk to the conductor any time they wanted. He had a seemingly endless stream of questions about the train and its parts, fascinated by the enormous wheels, gears, and pistons and what made them run.  At night, when the crew was scarce and Buck couldn’t sleep, he found himself drawn to the grand glass panes that afforded a spectacular view for miles in every direction while it was still light. While that was noteworthy, he preferred the safety of darkness. An inability to distinguish small nameless towns from rolling fields of wheat and grass. At most he could see countless stars dotting the inky expanse as they sparkled and shone alongside the moon, appearing as a silvery sliver that might be plucked from the sky if only he tried hard enough. To anyone else, the view was practically worthless. But to him it was the reprieve he so desperately craved, as much there as any other setting. Because in the absence of light and detail, of giddy chatter from another pair of newlyweds that are sickeningly in love, there weren’t cabins and houses that might have been home. No bright mornings spent chasing until he was inevitably caught and rolled in the dirt, being rewarded with laughter and kisses. No afternoons in the shade of the giant oak, or on the porch if it was raining, listening to the soothing cadence of devastatingly pretty words from a book of poems. No evenings watching the sun set before falling into bed himself, wrapped in the kind of love only found in fairytales.

Also, I couldn’t say if I’ve ever shared the teeny tiny playlist I’ve started for this one but here it is 💞

I can’t remember who was or might be into this so I’m gonna take a guess at some lovelies and hope I got it right 😘 @daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @bidisasterevankinard @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening

@tizniz @bi-buckrights @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @slightlyobsessedwitheverything

@the-likesofus @thekristen999 @monsterrae1 @statueinthestone @wildlife4life

@loveyouanyway @diazheartsbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley @stereopticons

@spotsandsocks @your-catfish-friend @filet-o-feelings @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings

@giddyupbuck @kitteneddiediaz @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck @shipperqueen6

@saybiwithme

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Stripper AU

Olympic Swimmer AU

Sugarbaby/Sugardady AU

and maybe secret fourth thing I haven't started yet, but should*

Snippet

You'll notice no more metal band Steve. That's because I finished it yesterday. So sad, so here's a tease of what's coming up.

“What do you say to the rumors that you have a secret lover on this tour?”

The room went dead silent except the clicking of camera shutters going off.

“Do you want to repeat that?” Jeff growled into his mic.

She repeated the question with a smug expression.

“I wasn’t aware I had one,” Eddie hedged. “And all questions about my sex life are off limits.”

“Are worried that with your past exploits on previous tours that this man will be labeled as just another notch in your bedpost and you’re trying to protect him from that?” she continued as if she hadn’t heard him.

“You heard the man,” Brian hissed. “He doesn’t want to talk about his sex life.”

“What about the rumors that you are fucking the frontman to The Fallen?” she asked a little louder as the other reporters started shouting their own questions.

“Unless your sucking my dick, you don’t get to know about my sex life!” Eddie snapped. He stood up and walked out.

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It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

*Check out my discord for insider information (I have to put a new link in every week because it expires after seven days)

@mira-jadeamethyst @zerokrox-blog @forgottenkanji @w1ll0wtr33 @thesecondfate

@acingthecounts @beelze-the-bubkiss @just-a-tiny-void @kultiras @niniel-karenine

@dreamercec

[itsabouttimex2]

Just finished reading new chapter and I'm still not over how seamless yet clear are the transitions between memories. Genuinely with how naturally you reveal information about characters i have to sometimes go double check to make sure I'm not making stuff up.

But before i prate for too long - I came back to throw some more thoughts about part 5 at the wall and see what sticks:

- I assume Y/n's bookmark is the same piece of scarf Macaque used to bandage them. (Please tell me they washed and disinfected it thoroughly) (if not my condolences to MK). I'm guessing if we went with other master it would be piece of Nezha ribbon or a snippet of Wukong's headdress (maybe cape?)

- In part two it's said that our book has anatomical illustrations + pages pointing out weaknesses so I'm assuming that's what Savage and Rumble are after. (And Macaque too since he didn't try to stop them + distracted y/n with mooncakes and question instead. Or maybe he just doesn't care and sees it as a opportunity to manipulate his student further? Honestly not sure)

- Really looking forward to more information about the book and who gave it to Y/n!! In comments under part three you mention Tang pointing out that y/n's version of jttw had been altered but I'm unsure whenever that's also canon in this version of the story? If it is, my suspicions towards the gifter are doubled.

I don't want to make ask too long so i will cut it here. Hopefully this one has less typos than the previous one. I'm very glad you don't mind my rants about your work! Thanks for the food as always and i hope your pillow is cold on both sides every night! :]

Aahhh! I love getting your comments so much! It’s incredibly very heartening for me, and I appreciate it so much! I was honestly a little worried when I started writing it, but all the support from this community has been so incredibly wonderful! I’m really glad I decided to go through with it!

Uh, mild, mild spoilers for A Brand New Journey underneath? I’m not even sure they count. Also info on unchosen routes.

That’s exactly right! Y/N keeps little mementos of the things they cherish, and couldn’t bring themselves to to throw the cloth away- and started using it as a bookmark instead! It’s been cleaned top to bottom, which is part of why it’s tattered by now.

Wukong would’ve torn half of his headdress to pieces, regardless of how valuable that fabric was. (In his scenario, the reader would’ve been his bio child. He was planned to be pretty doting!) The Great Sage was sort of a helicopter parent, constantly checking in with clones and astral projection.

And given that Ne Zha’s scenario had Y/N as the “Fourth Lotus Child”, he was explicitly their older brother- and incredibly protective of them! He actually was going to shred his armillary sash to patch their wounds- that’s how devoted he was to their safety.

As for the book… Macaque gave it to them! Rumble and Savage made the illustrations themselves, cause heavens know that Mac couldn’t have drawn them. They’re basically big brothers trying to keep their baby sibling from getting into trouble. I wrote up miniature characters sheets for these two, actually!

Yes, the book is doctored! Macaque only wants his student knowing so much, after all. I don’t think the parts he changed are too hard to guess, haha!

[bullet-prooflove]

The Comeback - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (feat: EZ Reyes)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @msjava1972 @adaydreamaway08 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @wakeama @librarian1002 @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @purrrrfect @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

You don’t sing for a couple of months, at least not publicly. You’re burned out after the tour, run down and tired. Riz sees it in you, he understands the fatigue that comes with what you’ve been through, that it can take a little while to recover. You end up bartending in Jo and EZ’s place a couple of nights per week, it’s been getting busier since they’ve changed things up a little. They do a weekly open mic night and there’s usually a band on the weekends.

Things change when ‘The Freedom Fighters’ cancel at the last minute, because their van ran into a ditch on the way over to the venue and their equipment is submerged in a few feet of water. You overhear the conversation as you put away some of the clean glasses behind the bar. When EZ puts down the phone he gives you a questioning look.

“No pressure.” He says holding up his hands. “I know you’re just getting back on your feet.”

The thing is you kind of want to. You like playing in intimate settings, connecting with a crowd, seeing the moment your music touches them. One of the things you hated the most about being on tour was losing that. The bond between you and the audience just isn’t the same when you’re playing in arenas.

Nobody’s watching when you pick up the guitar, nobody except Riz. He’s been sitting at the bar most of the night chatting you up, the same way he always does when your shifts are a little quiet. You sit down on the stool under the spotlight, your fingers playing over the strings and the attention shifts to the stage.

“I haven’t done this in a while so forgive me if I’m a little rusty.” You speak into the microphone before clearing your throat. “This one’s called Pretty Boy.”

A dark haired lover with amber eyes to kiss me through the night.

He’s got patches on his skin that tell a story, of a thousand lifetimes lived.

I run my fingers over them, and I hope he knows I’m his.

His heart thunders against my chest, my hands in his hair

As he whispers I love you against my lips.

It’s Riz’s song, the one you wrote for him in the middle of the night. You keep your eyes on him as you play and he smiles, that wonderful, captivating grin of his, the one you fall in love with every single time.

You don’t realise how much you’ve missed performing until after your set is finished. There’s an exhilaration in your veins, an excitement you haven’t felt for a longest time.

That night someone in the crowd makes a video, uploading it to a fan page and tagging the bar. You have no knowledge of this because you don’t do social media. During the tour there was a marketing team managing your platforms, you’d never had the log ons. You haven’t seen the messages from fans asking if you’ll be performing again, hoping that you’re ok because you dropped off the face of the earth.

The first you hear of it is when EZ turns up at your place at some god forsaken time in the morning. You’ve barely been awake five minutes and he’s telling you about all of the phone calls he’s getting at the bar asking when you’re doing a repeat performance.

“I don’t understand.” You tell him as Riz sets the big French press between you and EZ, the one you use for guests.

EZ removes his phone from his back pocket before bringing up the bar’s social media pages. All of them are inundated with messages about you.

“You had a huge following when you cancelled the tour.” EZ explains when he shows you the fanpage dedicated to you. It’s full of pictures from your tour, playing the guitar on stage, singing into a microphone, there’s videos of previous performances, snippets of your lyrics made into graphics. “The label never explained what happened, only that they weren’t representing you anymore.”

“That probably adds to the whole thing.” Riz says, his voice still rough from sleep as he rubs his palm across his jaw. “The mystery of why you disappeared from the music scene.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” EZ says, shrugging his shoulders before giving you his full attention. “People want to know of you’re making a comeback. The question is are you?”

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