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[darkeralmond]

luke smut when you’re at the lake house and trying to keep quiet .. need all the dirty talk from this man 😭

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Luke Hughes x fem! Reader

synopsis: you and luke sneak off from your friends and have to stay quiet

warnings: 18+, smut, FWB, oral (f! receiving), protected sex, swearing

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hey guys!! i’ve started taking requests again since i have been so busy writing this fanfic w/ rutger. i rlly appreciate the support on my smitty smut and on my fanfic!! ily guys sm!! ❤️❤️

Going to up to the Hughes’s lake house for a week in the summer was a yearly tradition ever since your guys’ first year at UMich. When Luke left for Jersey to play with his brother, Jack, on the Devils, he promised to keep the annual trip going.

u, your best friend, Ethan, and Mark were invited to come up for the week like always. “My parents nor brothers will be there, you guys gotta come!” he begged, so you packed your bags and drove up to the lake.

You and your best friend took one car while Ethan and Mark took the other. You were almost to the lake house when your friend turned down the radio and turned to face you. “Are you excited to see Luke again?” they asked.

Excited was an understatement. You and Luke were best friends growing up, but deep down there was more to it. It wasn’t until the sophomore right before he left for New Jersey you two started sleeping together. You kept it a secret as to not mess anything up with him, but casual sex turned into romantic feelings and attachment. When he left, reality set in that you and Luke would never happen.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen him in so long,” you answered while keeping your eyes on the road. “What about you? Are you excited?”

“Duh! I love going to the lake. Plus, I bought this new bathing suit that is perfect for the summer,” they said with a wide grin on their face. After a moment of silence, they spoke up again. “You think you’re gonna make a move on Luke?”

You never them about your situation-ship with Luke, so them asking about it caught you off guard. “What are you talking about?” You glanced over at them with a confused, slightly stunned, expression.

“Ethan thinks Luke has a crush on you, and from the look on your face I can tell you have one on him too,” they teased.

You rolled your eyes as an attempt to downplay it and get them off your back, but your face flushed with heat. “Luke just has chemistry like that with everyone.”

“Okay…” your best friend replied, obviously doubting your excuse.

The rest of the car ride was spent with you two listening to music until you finally made it to the beach house. When you arrived, you saw Mark’s car already parked in the driveway next to Luke’s, so you parked on the street.

You loudly honked your horn in order to get the boys’ attention from inside. Ethan was the first to come out of the house, rushing toward you with a wide smile on his face. “You made it!” he exclaimed when you both got out of the car.

Following behind him were Luke and Mark who were already wet and in their swim trunks. “Took you long enough,” Luke said as he came around the driver’s side and opened his arms. Even though he was dripping, you accepted the hug. You haven’t seen him in so long, you didn’t care about getting a little wet. “Missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you too,” you replied as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled away from his embrace and the temptation to kiss him was unbelievable. His wet hair, the fact he was wearing no shirt with a chain on, and the smell of his cologne. It was the perfect combination to rev up a girl.

Luke broke the awkward silence by saying, “So… you need me to help you bring your stuff in?”

“Uh, yeah! That would be nice.” You popped open the trunk and let the boys help carry in all the luggage. After setting everything downstairs, you turned to Luke and asked, “Am I gonna be in the same room as last time?”

The last time you were here, you and your best friend shared the room across from Luke’s. It was fun sharing with them, but sneaking into Luke’s room to talk to him was a pain.

“I actually thought you could room with me,” Luke said as he grabbed your suitcase. You looked up at him with a shocked, yet intrigued expression. “Come on. You have a lot of unpacking to do.”

…

The sun began to set behind the horizon. Luke had gone inside a while ago, and you felt the urge to see him. “I’m gonna head in for the night,” you say before swimming to the surface.

You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around yourself while saying good night to the others. You came in through the back door and made your way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water before heading up to your room.

When you entered, you saw Luke sitting on the counter with a cup of soda next to him. “Hey,” he said when he acknowledged you.

“Hi,” you smile back. You grabbed the water from the fridge. “Mind if I sit?”

“Sure,” he answered. You laid the towel down on the counter and hauled yourself up. “Have you had fun so far?” he asked as he grabbed his cup and took a sip.

“Yeah, I’m having a nice time.” You inch closer to him until your thighs are touching. “I’m pretty sure they’re all gonna be out there for another hour if you want to… you know?”

A mischievous grin formed on Luke’s face as he looked in the direction of the back door. “You still have to be quiet just in case. You do get really loud,” he joked. You let out a fake offended gasp in response.

He grabbed your hand and helped you off the counter before leading you up to your shared room. He shut and lock the door before pulling you into a kiss.

His lips were soft and sweet against yours. Your hands moved to caress his chest, feeling his muscles underneath your palms.

Your lips parted slightly, and he licked at your bottom lip before sucking it softly in between his teeth. Luke pulled the string of your bikini top undone to expose more skin before moving his lips down to your neck.

His hands traveled downwards along your sides, stopping at your waist. “Luke,” you breathed as he grazed his fingers against the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“May I?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in invitation.

“Mhm, yeah,” you nodded as he slid them down your legs. He scooped you into his arms and carried you to the bed. He laid you down on the mattress as his lips met yours once again.

He kissed you deeply, making love to your mouth. One of his hands slid up your thigh as his fingers continued tracing small circles on your skin. Your breathing became heavy as your core pulsed.

His kisses trailed down your bare body and landed on your chest. He gently sucked one of your nipples, rolling the other with his fingers gently. You let out a shaky exhale as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, I missed you so much, babe,” Luke murmured against your skin as he peppered your body with kisses. Times like this when he called you “babe” or “love” messed with your perception of what you two are.

For a moment, it feels like intimate and as if he adores you the same way you do him. Then it ends and you’re forced to keep it a secret from everyone else.

He spread your legs open and kissed your inner thighs before gently sucking on your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he secured your legs with his arms. “Fuck, Luke, just like that,” you whimpered.

He ran his tongue along your folds before circling your clit with the tip of his tongue again. You let a loud moan slip as pleasure hit your body. “You need to quiet down. Don’t get too worked up over me,” he teased. “I want to fuck you so bad, Y/N.”

“Please Luke,” you begged, “I need you inside me. Please…” your voice was barely a whisper.

He immediately got up before you could finish and made his way over to his dresser where he stored condoms. He pulled out a packet and eagerly ripped it open before pulling down his swim shorts and rolled the rubber over his erection. “I’m ready when you are, my love,” he said huskily as he pulled your body closer to him.

“I’m ready,” you confirm. With that, he positioned himself before slowly inching his way in. You let out a loud wince and dug your nails into the comforter below you. You bit your bottom lip hard in order to prevent any noise that dared to come out of you.

His thrusts began slow and gentle until you adjusted comfortably. Luke started pounding into you roughly, causing you to squirm under him. “You feel so good, baby!” he groaned. “This is why I can never keep my hands off you, Y/N.”

You’ve learned to ignore comments like this since you knew Luke was only saying them in the heat of the moment. “Oh god, oh God,” you cried as your body convulsed beneath him. You could feel as the climax ripped through your body. “Luke! Fuck, Luke!”

You writhed around in delight. You could feel every nerve ending tingle throughout your body. A rush of adrenaline flooded your system making you tremble. Luke wasn’t finished though, and he wouldn’t be until he came.

Luke gripped your waist tightly in response to your excitement before increasing his thrusts faster as his release grew ever closer. You could hear him panting heavily, his hands shaking around your waist. His movements became erratic as he let out choked moans until he finally came, twitching as he did so.

Once his release subsided, Luke pulled out and disposed of the condom. When he came back into the bedroom, he laid on your chest and closed his eyes. You played with his curls as he tried to calm his breathing.

“Y/N?” Luke whispered with his head still laying on your chest.

“Yes, Luke?” you whispered back, now running your fingers along the nape of his neck. You could feel his muscles trembling underneath you. It made you feel a little concerned about him.

“I don’t want you to think I’m only using you for sex.” His words spilled out quickly. “But I really like you,” he paused to take a breath. “You don’t have to answer me now, but do you want to be my girlfriend?”

You were taken aback by his bluntness. He thought that it was too soon to ask you out after fucking for the first time in months. You acknowledged that you couldn’t lie about your feelings. Not anymore.

“Of course I do,” you smiled as you looked into his soft brown eyes. Luke gave you an ecstatic grin before pressing a quick peck to your lips.

[angie-words]

A Good Omens fanfic: Write A Way - Chapter 1

CW: self-doubt/esteem issues, past trauma due to being neurodivergent in a neurotypical world, light angst, smut, explicit sex (eventually)

Summary: 

Azira Fell and AJ Crowley are both successful authors in their own right, invited to speak at the same national book festival. Despite a falling out a couple of years ago, they've never actually met in person - so this event is going to be excruciatingly awkward for both of them.

Right?

As it happens, and unbeknownst to them, it seems they share a love of a certain TV show... and being very active parts of its fandom (yep, it's Fanfic Writer Crowley and Fanfic Reader Aziraphale time!)

Excerpt:

The hotel desk staff was saying something else, but a blip had appeared in Crowley’s peripheral vision, drawing his attention from instructions about meal times and room service options. There, a few feet away, his eyes rested upon a familiar figure, most notably upon the shock of white, almost dandelion-fluff curls. Crowley groaned and, in reflex, he turned his head fully to see his arch nemesis standing a little way further along the desk, a bright smile on his face as he discussed Continental Breakfast availability.

Crowley sighed. Best get this over with, he thought. 

“Hello, Fell.”

The man paused in his ramblings about the virtues of apricot jam and slowly turned to face him. Crowley set his lips in a thin line as Azira Fell stared, fog-blue eyes wide in some unreadable emotion that he hoped was simply surprise and not loathing.

“Oh,” came an uncertain, clipped response, “it’s you.”

Crowley waited for a follow-up and, when it became clear nothing else was forthcoming, he snorted, feeling that familiar stab of rejection. “Yeah, great to see you too. Good talk.” 

He took the key card from the bemused staff member’s hand, nodded a thanks and charged off past the only other author to ever get under his skin.

Continue reading on AO3!

On a side note, this is my first multi-chapter fic, and also my first Human AU for Good Omens. Comments and feedback are always welcome 💜

Thank you to @sakascal @playdohangel @rofell @azeutreciathewicked and @ines2925 for being my wonderful beta readers over this and forthcoming chapters!

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[kizzer55555]

DP X DC School Project

So...I am part of a dp x dc Discord server under the nickname Jazz. Someone decided to post a Pinterest picture in the fanfic ideas channel. This is the conversation it created. I love this Discord server so much.

Eros:

Danny and Damain working together on school project together.

Or even Dani and Damian up to you.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny and Damian just sounds so much more funny to me.

Eros:

Alrights 👌

BreKitten:

Oh my gosh, that's hilarious

Eros:

And they totally would act like this

Apricot:

crying lmao

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damien: Why wouldn't we shop at [the expensive place]? I am an heir-

Danny: taps the paper 2k a month. You gave up your money to make me feel more comfortable.

Damien: Why would I care about your comfort?

Danny: dramatic gasp How could say that about your husband?!

Apricot:

Damian: husband?! what "husband"?!

Eros:

then proceeded to fight on types of toast and pricy vegetarian meals

Danny: look our family needs a balance diet, we can't live off vegetables alone! The very least we should mix it with some actual food like Ectoplasm.

(if Ectoplasm can be considered all kind of elements/a semi living organism since it revives things then any food brought to life should be counted as a beast of some kind)

Eros:

Also counts since Danny lived off ectoplasm for a fair bit of his life so he would see it as a food source

Eros:

Danny: me. I'm your husband, we agreed to marry to make it easier for the kids.

Apricot:

Damian: KIDS?!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: Danny Jr and Damian Jr!

Eros:

Danny: yes kids, don't tell me you forgot we had kids! I swear you'll say you forgot we have pets too!

Danny: shows the paper that says they have a pet and two kids

Jazz:

No wait, the ectoplasm comes last. Just the Wayne’s seeing Damian and this random kid fight about every single thing. Finally Damian comes home and says that they finally agreed on something.

The Wayne’s: finally. Looks like this is a good learning experience:

Damian: we have agreed to live off of Lazarus water.

Wayne’s: ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!

And the best thing is that they might not know about Danny being a halfa. So they think Damian is now corrupting random citizens.

Jazz:

Cause like, they both grew up with Lazarus water/ectoplasm and know the nutritional value.

Eros:

Indeed~

Jazz:

Great for child development too!

They both turned out great!

Eros:

Hehehe

Alright now both Danny and Damian are fully into this project now they have at least a agreed idea on food

Because the project they have is this; budget for every day living

So they have food set out

There is now trying to keep the house running and kids/pets alive and entertained

Danny agrees that with his skills he can do the majority of repairs, Damian agrees to take responsibility of the pets

They are now having an argument on how children should be raised.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian is all for strict discipline, high standards of education, after school activities (he may not want his kids to be assassins but he still wants the best).

Danny's all for independence, finding your own way, encouragement and lots of love and support.

Damian: Do you want our children to grow up to be garbagemen?!

Danny: Do you know how much a garbageman makes?!

Eros:

Danny grew up around a lot of physical affection and love from his folks, except around the time of the accident/the holidays he always knew his parents loved each other very very much.

Damian comes from such an emotionally constipated house hold that he only gets the majority of physical affection from Dick

Jazz:

Lol

This is so perfect.

Danny then says something that puts Damian’s entire world view into question.

Danny: is this how you would treat our pets?!

Eros:

Damian: gasp how dare you, how very dare you!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

XD Danny, recounting the story later to Sam and Tucker: I swear, if he had pearls, he would've clutched them.

Eros:

Hehehe

Jazz:

Me imagining Damian going to Dick to complain.

Damian: can you imagine?! Raising kids and hugging them! Or saying it’s ok to fail!

Dick’s face.

Eros:

Damian complaining to his family: we might have agreed on living off Lazarus water, but now he wishes for our children to just go wild, then compared our pets to them!

Jazz:

Damian: obviously our pets would act nothing like those…savages.

Eros:

It just keeps getting better~

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Waynes are listening to this kind of like a soap opera

Eros:

Sam: wow Danny, at the very least your doing better then when you were partnered up with Val, like the majority of the time you were trying to pawn off raising the kid on each other until the flower was in danger, but I can't say much myself since Tucker pulled a Kronos.

Which opened a new can of worms; how much time were they going to take care and be there for their "kids" what kind of training would they go through

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Hehehe

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: I learned from my mistakes. I wasn't ready to be a parent then.

Eros:

Their whole class and teachers are watching it like a soap opera

Eros:

The very least they get to see it live and not re counted

Jazz:

(Someone get popcorn, or they just get out their packed lunches early).

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes! The Waynes and Sam and Tucker get the play-by-play but the class gets to see the actual show!

Jazz:

No wait, someone records it and post it and then it goes viral. (Do they think that the Wayne’s make a lot more sense now hearing of how Damian thinks children should be raised?)

(Are there now more questions?!)

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Oooh. I can see people being even worse to Damian. Maybe pitying him because he grew up with so little love.

Eros:

Then the next day Danny brings up the issue of child raising again since Sam makes a good point.

Danny: okay so I've re think a few things, mainly on occasion the kids should get self defense classes or something like that since it would make most sense to keep them safe. But beyond work and school activities how should we spend our time with them?

Jazz:

People see the two about to continue their conversation and immediately stop what they are doing to bring their phones out.

What if this becomes one of the most popular ‘dramas’? Like, so much in fact even villains will stop what they are doing to watch?

Eros:

(because Danny comes from a physical affectionate house doesn't mean there was neglect from his folks working way too much)

Jazz pretty much raised him when it came to actual child care so Danny is determined to be there for his "kids"

Not just for the fun stuff or being pulled to random projects

Jazz:

They get super invested in this project.

Also, what if people intentionally goad them on? Like seeing them together and asking if a kid should be left alone at home or with a babysitter or what they’ll do during a blackout/tornado?

Eros:

Surprisingly it's Danny who brings a big book of plans in case if emergencies

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Adonnenniel "Addy": - reply to students and citizens goading Danny and Damian on.

The teacher reworks their lesson plans to do an extended deep dive into home economics so that this can keep happening.

Jazz:

Absolutely.

Jazz:

Some of the emergency responses are normal like, if there is a tornado, evacuate kids to a shelter, others are strange like arguing whether you should fight the burglar or prioritize the kids. Others are just plain weird. A blackout? Both Damian and Danny will turn to face the questioner. Obviously they’ll be able to see in the dark. (Effect of ectoplasm/Lazarus exposure).

Eros:

Danny is even willing to share on the "in case of apocalypses" situations

Jazz:

Neither question why they know a massive amount of information about various world ending disasters/villains.

Eros:

Oh and how they should pack bags for school and for emergencies

Jazz:

Omg, they make a kid survival kit. Including blasters and knives.

Eros:

Danny insists they should put some of the survival kit stuff in the school bag

Jazz:

Everything a five year old should take to school.

Eros:

Ooo discussion on how old their kids should be to learn about weapons and how to safely handle them

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny: Eight should be good.

Damian: Eight is way too late to start!

Jazz:

The fact that both agree this is a necessary subject to teach their kids. Everyone’s reaction to hearing various ways you can kill/dismember a person and why this won’t work. Not because it’s immoral but clearly because young kids don’t have the necessary arm length to complete certain maneuvers.

Eros:

Damian: that's why we should put the kids into martial arts and gymnastics as soon as possible so  they can be flexible enough!

Jazz:

Danny: that’s why we should wait until their older and focus on their aim while young! Their muscle memory will be all wrong by the time they reach the appropriate age!

Damian: they will not always have a weapon to aim. The body is the only reliable weapon that will never fail.

Eros:

Now to add extra into the mix; Bruce and Jazz (who is now Danny's legal guardian) show up to school to pick them up as they are in a middle of an argument

Danny: and who will be the one teaching them? Because proper teachers will be expensive, at least we can teach them at home how to aim properly! It can be a bonding experience!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Jazz: What are you talking about?

Danny: Teaching our young children proper aim.

Jazz: You will not!

Danny: I mean, you're obviously not going to teach them.

Jazz:

Damian: I can teach them perfectly fine.

Danny: what about work? You can’t be with them all the time. 

Damian: I can take them with me. We can travel around Gotham and learn to fight through experience. 

Danny: you are not taking our children to fight on the streets

Damian: what, didn’t you want us bonding?! Make up your mind!

Dick looking at Bruce. “This is your fault.”

Eros:

Danny: You're not letting our children out on the streets, they will put too many people in the hospital! You have any idea how expensive that would be!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian casually dropping he's Robin?

Jazz:

Danny not even processing it.

Then casually stating he’s dead. Damian skipping that detail.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

XD They're too caught up in the roles.

Jazz:

Exactly.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Maybe afterwards, if they think back on it.

Jazz:

Like vigilantism and the dead coming back to life is normal for them. They are focusing on the children right now thank you.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

And then they both come up with the excuse "I was just adding to lore, it was all pretend!"

Eros:

Not before this;

Damian: fine if you want to control our lives and children then we should just divorce!!

Jazz:

Danny: oh I’m controlling?!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Do they get Alfred to be the judge to oversee their divorce?

Jazz:

Danny: fine, our kids and pets will be happier with me anyways.

Damian: don’t you dare bring the pets into this.

Damian going to Bruce to use the Wayne lawyers for this imaginary family divorce.

He will win this.

Danny actually going to Vlad.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Vlad has been watching the whole time. He doesn't need to be brought up to speed.

Jazz:

Both of them are like, this is ridiculous. But on the other hand, my child actually asked for help from me for once.

Eros:

Hehehe

Danny uses Dani as an example of a child that is better off with him

Jazz:

Lol

Adonnenniel "Addy":

And Jazz even brings it up to Bruce that if Damian didn't get to play like this as a young kid, he might be making up for lost time, in his own intense way.

Eros:

Because that's what Danny is doing too

Jazz:

The absolute struggle both Bruce and Vlad go through on whether or not to actually do this and use up their lawyers, money, and resources.

The viral videos increase. 

Eros:

Danny getting frustrated enough that he is tempted to get Clockwork to be the judge

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Bruce gets his other kids involved? They play as Damian's lawyers?

Eros:

Yesz

Jazz:

Dick is having a blast.

Then Sam comes in for Danny’s defense.

Both Tucker, Tim, and Barbra (possibly Technis) get into a hacking war.

Eros:

Yesss!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yesss!

Jazz:

Cujo and Titus become best friends.

Eros:

Dani is still the example child

Jazz:

Tim is Damian’s example child.

Eros:

Peepaw Clockwork comes in a human form to judges

Jazz:

Alfred and Clockwork have tea.

And discuss their kids.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim: I'm older than you! How am I your example child?!

Dick: whispers Hey, he's including you without stabbing you. Take the win.

Eros:

Clockwork: I do hope they figure this all out before their legit kids are born~

Jazz:

Yesssss.

Eros:

Danny: finally stops, going into a blushing and betrayed look at Clockwork

Damian: who doesn't know Clockwork sees the future what on earth are you talking about, we barely are keeping together for the kids we do have!

Gestures to Tim and Dani

Jazz:

Tim: I’m. Older. Than you!

Damian. Then start acting like it.

Danny: (trying to recover) tsk tsk, how can you treat your son this way?

Damian: he’s adopted.

Eros:

Danny: and she's a clone, doesn't mean they can't be loved and cared for as their own persons!

Danny: to prove a point he hugs both Dani and Tim, trying to smoother them with love and acceptance

Jazz:

Tim just looks so done with life at the moment.

Eros:

Danny: plus our pets are adopted, yet you wouldn't love them any less

Jazz:

Critical hit.

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Danny ends up adopting Tim by the end of this.

Jazz:

Lol

He wins Tim in the divorce.

Eros:

Lol

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yesss!

Eros:

Tim gets a new dad

Jazz:

Bruce doesn’t know how to feel about this.

Eros:

This one says "I love you" and is into Tim's science projects

Jazz:

Dani’s like new sibling. Tackle Hugs.

And Danny doesn’t restrict coffee intake. He’s just as bad.

Eros:

If anything he shows Tim a whole world of coffee mixes

Jazz:

Jazz though. Jazz is a bit of a problem with Coffee.

Tim and his new dad form an alliance.

Eros:

Danny takes Tim to Frostbite to get a new spleen

Jazz:

Danny: see? I provide free healthcare.

Eros:

Then proceeds to show off Tim: This is my boi, I won him!

All while Dani is giggling and clinging to their sides

Jazz:

Vlad is looking at Bruce very smugly.

Eros:

Danny would show Tim and Dani off at school after this

Like: behold, my children!

Jazz:

It becomes public that Wayne enterprise’s CEO is Tim Fenton.

Eros:

(and since I'm going with King Danny in this)

That means due to Danny winning and Tim becoming his kid, Tim Fenton is now the prince of the infinite realms along with his new sister Dani

Cass and Steph come back from a big trip once everything is over

Jazz:

They ask what happened. 

Jason gleefully explains that Bruce went to legal war with another billionaire over an imaginary family and ended up loosing Tim to them.

Also, that Damian might have a crush.

Eros:

Jazz:

Lol

Eros:

Because he just went through one of the best non injury fights of his life with this guy

Jazz:

And lost

Eros:

Yet they do agree on a fair bit of things, and now know where their main issues are and can work on them.

Jazz:

The entire world witness this entire thing and there are going to be shippers.

Eros:

Pft imagine the Justice League hearing about this~

Jazz:

Also just think, when they eventually do get together. That high school teacher is absolutely going to brag that it was their project that started this.

Jon might have a crisis on being replaced as Damian’s best friend. Someone explains the difference between boyfriend and normal friend and Jon’s like, ok that’s fine then.

Eros:

Oh man, when Jon finds out everything that had happened

Jon would tell Conner

Jazz:

Conner hears about the clone comment.

Now Conner wants to be adopted.

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Absolutely

Danny be pulling a Bruce

Or would Bruce be pulling a Danny?

Jazz:

Omg, I just realized. Bruce Wayne lost a Custody battle.

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Major L

Eros:

To a child

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Ain't Danny technically a god?

Eros:

Still child

Who would definitely adopt Conner

BuriedReign:

Omg this is like a whole ass fic already, it’s soooo goood! I absolutely bursted out laughing at the “we plan to live off Lazarus water”

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Just got caught up and all I have to say is: 😂😂😂

Btw, I love the idea that Tim isn't legally adopted to Danny (by ghost standards, yes, not by mortal law) but he just goes with Danny cuz he's so done with his family.

Eros:

>:3

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Dani, Tim, Conner. Do we throw in reformed, de-aged Dan for shits and giggles?

Eros:

Pfft yess

And Damian only finds out about Dan after the divorce

This re sparks everything into a new battle~

Eros:

Damian is offended that Danny never told him about their other son Dan

Adonnenniel "Addy":

He wants visitation rights!

Eros:

Damian wants to win Dan, like how Danny won Tim

Adonnenniel "Addy":

That makes more sense

Eros:

Damian goes up to Dan and offers access to all sort of weapons, training/fights, being a heir to a different Kingdom, and possibly be ungrounded if he takes Damian's side in the new Custody battle

The Angst Queen:

When you catch up and burst out laughing

Also - I wanna add something

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Add, please!

The Angst Queen:

Damian would definitely pull a sword at some point - decide to attack and “miss” every time. He does not expect Danny to suddenly have an ice sword in hand. Do then they’re both going at it in a sword fight while still arguing about diaper brands

Damian - so then I attack him 

Dick - WHAT!?!? 

Damian - I know! He didn’t even have the decency to die! He pulled out his own sword! 

Dick in shock whispers - what

Damian - and he still refuses to consider Huggies! Insists on natural diapers!

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Lol

Eros:

Like when the arguments get too much they start sword fighting like the Adam's family

It's how they discuss things and keep up reaction times for both brain and body

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Do they fight in school or at the manor?

Eros:

School, just to add more to the soap opera drama

And for the bats to keep missing the live actions of it

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Eros:

Except Babs but that's obvious to know why

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Their sword fights go all around the school, interrupting other classes. The security guards or other teachers try to stop them but Danny'll just pull them into the argument. 

Teacher: walking up to them, trying to grab the swords Now, boys, this must stop!

Danny: leaps up onto a desk, put his arm around the teacher's neck as he's still fighting Damian Hey, you look like a reasonable man. Tell me, why would you ever want to buy a waste product all for brand recognition and not cut down waste and get reusable diapers?

Teacher: That's a very leading question and calls on a few logical fallacies-

Danny: shoves the teacher away as Damian leaps for an attack

Eros:

And this is where Damian's crush really began

It's one thing to argue and have different trains of thought

It's another to have someone actually just as skilled as you in the battle of the sword and the mind

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yeeees!

Eros:

Danny: Hopefully the castle is big enough for everyone

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim: You have a castle!? O_O

Conner: You have a castle!? : D

Danny: Yep!  Oh, and you two are now royalty!  Don't worry, you won't have to do anything unless you want to.

Eros:

I wonder if Tim rubs it in his other semi siblings faces

Like Steph, Jason, and Damian's faces in particular

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Does Tim take a pic of everything in the realms?

Eros:

Yes

Bruce Kal-el” Wayne:

Or try to

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Tim especially rubs being royalty in Damian's face.  He knows he should be better but damnit, Damian was/is all high and mighty about being the heir to the League of Assassins and Bruce's biological child - he stabbed Tim over it!  Tim gets to gloat a bit that he technically outranks Damian now!

BuriedReign:

Does this increase Damian’s crush on Danny? Damian tries to ask out Danny and makes it ‘rational’ by saying of course he needs to be higher ranked than Tim. While also trying to hide that isn’t the only reason why he wants to date Danny

Eros:

(make Damian unintentionally ghost speak which reveals his true emotions and reasons as to why he wants to date Danny)

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian: I want to date him for no other reason than to one-up my once brother.  That's it.  Nothing else involved here.  Just pure revenge.  I will not let Tim outrank me in this life or the next.

Jason: Uh-huh. flipping to the next page of Pride and Prejudice  Have fun on your denial date.

Omg, imagine Damian formally asking Danny out on a date!

And Danny's like, despite the divorce, I want to give us another shot.

Eros:

And the plot THICKENS

That's everyone's reactions 😁

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Yes!

Eros:

Where would they even go on a date?

Ooo what if they went to the museum

Or an art gallery

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Or a date to the literal moon

Eros:

I don't think Damian would survive that well

Bruce “Kal-el” Wayne:

Ecto shield giving an artificial atmosphere

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Damian would take Danny to a museum or art gallery.

Danny will chose the next date and take him to the moon.

Eros:

Then definitely the museum should be like the Glenbow Museum

This is just inside the front entrance

It's called the aurora borealis

Because they make the crystals actually glow different colors

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Ooooooh!

Yes!

Eros:

This is a full on walk through section where you learn about the stars and First Nations

Adonnenniel "Addy":

Holy shit, now I want to go to the Glenbow Museum.

Eros:

Art pieces, and they also have a section for mid evil times and even mini battle fields

The Angst Queen:

Side note - I bet Danny makes Damian work to get that date

Eros:

Definitely

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thank you, @artsyunderstudy, @skee3000, and @roomwithanopenfire for the ask.

  Hmmm, Ok. I guess I’ll choose based on which of my own fics I actually reread the most. That means my favorites are: 

A Real Doll

My first explicit fic, written for the Monster Under the Bed fest, this was where I really started to feel like I could be up there writing with the fanfic gods I’d looked up to. @captain-aralias liked it, that was an achievement! This was actually very very loosely based on a CSI fanfic I read forever ago (really, the only similarity was a lifelike sex doll), but in it Baz decides to try to wank his feelings for Simon away in a much more involved fashion by basically fucking a sex doll he makes that looks like Simon. But then Simon walks in on this happening and, well...you’ll have to read it to find out. 

A Fucked-Up Cinderella Story

This was my first EGF fic, and, more importantly, my first collaboration. Working with @frjsti was eye-opening in so many ways. I found out how wonderful it can be when a writer and artist work together, and how much greater the result is than either could accomplish alone. 

Plus, I’m still amused by the titular joke. 

In this fic, Baz was kept home by Malcolm after the vampire attack, for fear both of what other mages might do to him, and out of worry that Baz himself wouldn’t be able to control his vampire urges. 

In a misguided attempt to convince Baz that he can like women, Malcolm offers to hire him a male escort, with the twisted idea that if Baz doesn’t like having sex with a male, he might swing back to females. 

Enter Simon, who’s offered a shit-ton of money by a very discreet agency to provide one night of unimaginable pleasure to a mysterious client...

Careful What You Wish For

Another collaboration with an artist, this time for my first COBB, I worked with the imitable @ivelovedhimthroughworse (Apricot). Apricot was a fun and generous partner, and this being a collaboration is one reason it’s a favorite. 

The other reasons have to do with me being a massive science nerd and getting to nerd out about multiple universe theories, and with this being my first fully original plotty work (previous ones either weren’t plotty, or were based on existing movies/stories/history).

In Careful, Simon, in a fit of rage, accidentally wishes that Baz had never been born. This catapults him into a universe that never had a Baz Pitch and Simon has to learn how much he actually cares about Baz (and don’t worry, Baz himself enters the story before too long).

Gates of Ivory and Horn

This was a gift fic for @prettylightsbigcity, and what I like so much about it is how it gave me a chance to play with mythology, with the boundary between life and death, and with the ripple effects of one choice on future timelines. Plus, some very hot scenes and plenty of angst, it’s exactly the type of fic I choose to read when others write it. 

When the Oneiroi, Greek gods of dreams in the form of ravens, attack Watford, Simon is one of the first to fall. He’s trapped in a dream where he’s offered the choice of two gates. The catch is, one gate shows only truth, one shows only falsehoods. If he chooses the wrong gate, he’ll be trapped in the dream forever. 

But how could a future where he ends up with Baz be the true one?

For the last, I’m torn between three or four other fics, but I think I’ll go with The Naked Next.  It was a gift fic for @raenestee, and one of several fics set in the same universe.  I’m choosing this because it gave me a chance to be fun and silly, but also nerd out on some of my favorite science topics. And it let me write SnowBaz into one of my favorite (silly) Star Trek episodes. And most off all, I got to work with a lovely bunch of people, including @facewithoutheart, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @cutestkilla, @mostlymaudlin, @thewholelemon, and @artsyunderstudy (and others who may yet be revealed. The expansiveness of the universe we’ve built together is endlessly thrilling for me, and I’m grateful to @facewithoutheart for inviting me to be involved. 

In this story, Simon is the Bajoran rebel turned Starfleet security chief on the Redemption. Baz is his half-Cardassian former roommate/ nemesis and constant obsession. When the Redemption answers a distress call to a vessel where people are acting like the whole world is a party, some of the away team unfortunately bring a contagion back to the Redemption with them. 

In the timeless words of Porky Pig, Th-th-th-that’s all, folks!

[bullet-prooflove]

Heaven - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader (NSFW)

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Companion Piece to You Send Me

Filip undresses you slowly, his fingers drawing down the zipper of your dress as his lips brush lightly over yours. There’s such passion in him tonight, such yearning, such want. It’s been weeks since the two of you have had some time to yourselves and he’ s determined to make the most of it.

His tuxedo jacket is gone, his bowtie loose and the first two top buttons of his shirt undone. His warm palms come to rest upon your shoulders, gently drawing the fabric down your body until it falls in a pool at your feet. He sits down on the edge of the bed as you stand before him in nothing but a pretty black lace thong and high heels.

His eyes are on yours as he presses his face into the fabric, inhaling the scent of your arousal as his lips ghost over your clit. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your hands raking through his hair as his tongue traces over you.

This position, it isn’t enough, he wants more, he wants to be surrounded by you. You whine as he withdraws and he shoots you a wolfish smile, his fingers entwining with yours as he lies back on the bed pulling you with him.

“Don’t be shy love.” He murmurs as he helps you remove your underwear. “I want you to fuck my tongue.”

He guides you into position, your thighs straddling his face. He’s ferocious in the way he loves you, his tongue lapping over your clit before he plunges it deep inside. You cry out, your hands gripping the headboard as you sink down onto him. You arch your hips, riding his mouth, taking your pleasure. He loves getting you riled up like this, feeling you lose yourself to the ecstasy. Your breathing becomes ragged, your whimpers louder. You say his name when you come and it’s just the sweetest fucking sound.

Your skin is flushed with an apricot hue when you draw away from him. Your eyes are bright, your lips parted as he runs his hand over his beard. He shifts so that his body covers yours, his lips brushing over the curve of your throat. Already your hands are on his shirt, unbuttoning it and tugging it down over his shoulders.

“Fuck, I need you inside me.” You breathe. Your head tips back into the pillow as he unzips his trousers and shoves them past his hips. He knows what you want, he wants the same thing. There’s an intimacy in the act, no boundaries, just the two of you.

When he sinks into you it feels like coming home. He takes it slow, building you up with deep strokes that brush over that sensual little spot inside of you. His mouth covers yours, stifling your moans as your thighs grip his hips, tightening as he takes you higher and higher.

It’s been too long since he’s had you like this, since he’s been able to show you how much he loves you. He knows you feel it too. It’s in the urgency of your motions, the way you cling to him as you chant his name like a mantra. You clench around his cock, your fingers tangling in his hair as you come for him again. You’re impossibly tight, you feel so fucking good around him, it pushes him over the edge. He moans into your mouth at the height of climax, thrusting one final time as he spills his release inside of you.

He kisses you in the aftermath, his hands roaming over your sensitive flesh as you hold him close. It’s heaven, this moment with you. For the first time in weeks his head is quiet, there’s a sense of peace that comes only when he’s with you and he savours it.

“I missed this.” You tell him in between languid kisses. “Missed being like this with you.”

“I know love.” He whispers as he guides your mouth back to his. “Me too.”

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[originallymarysue]

A nice, wholesome hangout...

Uh I probably should give some context for this. Basically, this art piece shows an event that will happen in the AU timeline (it already has) in their equivalent of a Classic Era (2014-2018). It shows the characters, Princess Apricot Blossom and Peach hanging out in the episode concept "Thorns and Roses". I won't say any more as that's spoilers for a crossover fanfic of mine.

Anyway uh, enjoy 👍

[reverieparacosm]

Smut: Sir Gideon Ofnir x F!Reader

Sir Gideon Ofnir (Elden Ring) x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Age Difference (all characters portrayed are 18+ legal adults), light possessive behavior, orgasm delay/denial, plot what plot/porn without plot, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, kind of mask kink

Synopsis: In the midst of a perilous quest for an item, a strong and compelling bond begins to flourish between you and Sir Gideon Ofnir. As the shattered ruins of the once majestic royal capital provide a haunting backdrop, a shared moment by the crackling fire ignites a passionate and electric encounter that transcends the boundaries of your mission.

Note: First time writing Smut, so have mercy on me! Shout-out to @velvet-apricots Without her this fanfic would not have been possible

The wind howls eerily through the streets of Leyndell, now littered with rubble and the decaying remains of past grandeur. Amidst the ruined splendor lie traces of once-luxuriant opulence - shimmering gold, ornately designed mosaics, and colossal statues that bore witness to the lost glory of days gone by.

Despite these reminders of former wealth and power, Leyndell exudes an air of somberness, a sense of hopeless desolation that permeates its walls.

As Sir Gideon Ofnir leads the way into a dimly lit chamber devoid of furniture, save for a crackling fire burning brightly amidst piles of rubble, your heart races with anticipation.

The room is ensconced in a vibrant tapestry of nature's embrace. Overgrown with lush plants and entwined roots, it exudes an enchanting aura. Bookshelves, adorned with glistening golden ornaments, stand as silent sentinels, guarding the treasures of knowledge within. As you step inside, the air becomes an intoxicating blend of damp earth and the intoxicating perfume of blossoming flowers, beckoning you further into this forgotten sanctuary. Your eyes are drawn to the majestic columns and intricate golden accents that adorn every corner, a testament to the opulence that once graced these hallowed walls.

You both have been searching for rare items in the Leyndell Royal Capital.

While it seems unlikely to find anything valuable among all the wreckage, the thrill of exploring such places fills you with excitement and anticipation. This very intensity, fueled by adrenaline and desire, slowly ignites a flame within you both.

With every step closer to the smoldering embers, you feel your body grow increasingly restless, yearning for relief from the mounting pressure simmering beneath your clothes. Unable to resist any longer, Gideon moves toward you, gently brushing your hair away from your face.

His touch sends waves of warmth cascading down your spine, sparking an uncontrollable surge of need deep within your core.

With the faint glow casting mysterious shadows across the walls, it seems like some secret hideaway where lovers would find solace amid the chaos outside. Unbeknownst to him, you feel an irresistible pull towards him, an almost uncontrollable urge to explore his body. 

Despite everything, his gaze softens as it settled upon yours. "This war-torn city may seem barren," he begins, his voice husky yet gentle, "but tonight, I wish for us to make our own sanctuary."

As his fingers grazes your cheek, sending delicious chills down your spine, you could no longer resist the undeniable attraction you feel for him. Desire burns within you, igniting the embers of raw passion buried deep inside.

Yearning to feel his flesh against yours, you reach out to him tentatively.

Gently grasping his hand, you guide it upwards until it rests beneath your cloak, exploring the contours of your soft body. The silk fabric slithered off, leaving your breasts exposed and aching for his touch. Your breath hitches as his calloused hands trace circles around your supple curves, eliciting moans of desire.

"This...this is so forbidden," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of desire and apprehension, as your fingertips delicately trace the contours of his armor. "The age gap...it feels wrong, so wrong." His touch lingers on your cheek, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, his hand glides downward, inching closer to your chest, igniting a maelstrom of conflicting emotions within you. "Don't worry," he breathes against your ear, his voice dripping with reassurance and a hint of mischief. "The boundaries we defy, the passions we explore...they transcend the constraints of time. It's more than fine."

As if drawn by an invisible force, Gideon Ofnir hovers over you, his heavy breath melding seamlessly with yours. Feeling his dick pressing against your leg, you slowly part your legs further apart, inviting him closer. 

You gaze in awe at his resplendent armor, gleaming like a constellation of stars illuminated by the dancing flames. A surge of longing fills your voice as you whisper, "Could you, just for a moment, remove your mask? I need to see you."

Gideon Ofnir, his voice tinged with dark allure, responds, "Not yet, my love. Allow me to savor this exquisite anticipation, relishing the sight of you vulnerable and quivering before me."

His large hands remove every piece of cloth from your body. It feels erotic having such skilled hands removing your clothes. Every inch of your skin becomes visible under his expertise. Naked before him, you revel in your vulnerability, feeling incredibly turned on knowing someone who is so capable will be seeing you nude.

Feasting his eyes on your body, his arousal intensifies. With his hands firmly holding onto your waist, he pulls you close.

"My, my... you look so perfect like this. Shivering under my gaze", he says.

You feel a surge of pride mixed with excitement. Reaching forward, you stroke the back of his armor, lingering there tenderly while brushing your lips along his mask.

You shiver as the chill of his armor presses against your skin, sending a tantalizing wave of sensation coursing through your body.

His rough, callused fingers tease and pinch your nipples, causing you to arch your back involuntarily. Moaning softly, you grind your hips against his growing erection, seeking release from the torment building inside you. He kneads and squeezes your ass, his thumbs circling your entrance.

Your hands instinctively reach for his armored thighs, attempting to guide him closer, deeper into you. His frame presses against your sensitized skin, evoking images of conquest and dominance.

You lay down on a table. You try to control the soft little whimpers leaving your mouth when Gideon teases your entrance. He plunges his fingers deep inside you, his movements are relentless and skilled.

He knows exactly what makes you squirm and scream, driving you mad with pleasure. You can tell from the intensity in his eyes, he enjoys making you beg for more. You open your mouth, preparing to say something, anything, but words escape you as you’re caught in a whirlwind of ecstatic emotions.

"We're going to fuck right here? What if someone sees us?" You say it with an edge of fear.

"I don't care if someone sees us. I need you, now."

Gideon enters you, burying himself entirely within your wet heat. You both groan loudly, echoing throughout the room.

Embracing the moment, you entwine your legs around his shoulders, drawing him deeper still. Clenching your inner muscles, you buck your hips rhythmically, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm.

"Oh, darling, you're really not that innocent, are you?" Every stroke drives you ever closer to the edge of blissful ecstasy. Increasingly aware of how tightly your sheath envelops him, Gideon picks up pace. His powerful movements match the ferocity of your cries as you surrender yourself fully to him.

"You look so perfect like this. An absolute mess. You have a beautiful young, soft body." murmured Gideon Ofnir, appreciating your form thoroughly.

You lift yourself up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs behind his, creating a tantalizing position.

Gideon Ofnir finds it hard to contain his excitement as he reaches down to play with your breast.

Grasping the sensitive bud, he begins to tweak and massage it, watching intently as the color rises in your face. Meanwhile, he continues to penetrate you deeply, claiming possession of your body and soul.

"It’s just me and you now," Gideon murmurs softly, planting a kiss on your lips.

Your body shivers with delight as he plunges deeper into your core, claiming every corner of your being.

Each time he withdraws, only to thrust again, harder than before, bringing you ever closer to the peak of pure ecstasy. Your muscles quiver, ready to snap at any second, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through your veins.

"Please...oh, please," you whimper, your voice laced with a desperate yearning. "Take off your mask." Every plea that escapes your lips is a testament to the overwhelming desire that consumes you.

A smile curls on his lips as he observes your surrender. "Begging is a good look for you, my love," he murmurs, his voice dripping with a sinful delight. With a deliberate slowness, he begins to peel away the mask, unraveling the enigma that hides his true face. The anticipation swells, thick with anticipation and a heady blend of fascination and trepidation.

The gleaming metal falls away, exposing his determined features framed by gray hair. Even without his helmet, his eyes remain shielded, adding to his mystique.

You lean in, captivated by the sight of his weathered face illuminated by the flickering flames. You watch closely as he unfastens his chainmail, layer by layer. Each link reveals a new scar, another battle won, a testament to his resilience.

Caressing his arms, you trace patterns of old wounds hidden beneath the smooth surface of his skin. This rugged exterior belies the tenderness found within; a gentleness reserved exclusively for those who earn his trust.

Leaning in, you place a tender kiss on his lip, savoring the salty taste of him. 

"I’m yours. Only yours", you whisper against his lips.

The warmth of his stare held a mix of hunger and tenderness; they were feelings so powerful; words alone couldn’t express them adequately.

You appreciate his beauty. You start moaning, as he starts to thrust against you.

Every movement made your entire body feel electric with pleasure. His rough, calloused palms pressed against your hip bones, giving you goosebumps and heightening your sensitivity.

His piercing gray eyes met yours, sparkling with unspoken promises. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me. Let me see the desire burning within them", he growls seductively, gripping your hips more securely, pulling you closer.

It dawned on you, then, why people say that love is blind.

Amidst the smoldering ruins of war-torn cities and the endless cycle of life and death, you discovered true companionship in the eyes of this Stoic Tarnished. Your hearts beat as one, your souls are connected, intertwined, and bound forever.

Gideon's strong arms encircle you protectively, your bodies moving in harmony. It is an age-old dance of love and lust, fueled by the mutual longing that has brought you here.

Each touch sends ripples throughout your entire being, intensifying the sensuality coursing through every nerve. With unwavering intensity, Gideon Ofnir moves closer, his lips brushing lightly against yours before plunging deeper. His tongue teases and dances with yours, driving you wild with anticipation. The tender kiss turns into something fierce, his teeth nipping playfully at your lower lip as he pulls away, only to return even more hungrily than before.

Gideon's eyes narrow as he abruptly stops his movements, his grip on your waist tightening. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Not yet, darling. You don't get to come until I say so."

He pulls out of you entirely, leaving you feeling empty and frustrated. Gideon's hand trails down your body, his touch teasing and maddeningly gentle. He circles his fingers around your sensitive bud, but doesn't apply the pressure you so desperately crave. "You see, lass, I control every aspect of your pleasure. Your release is in my hands," he taunts, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You're going to have to beg for it. Beg me to let you come."

He continues to stroke and tease you, his touch sending shivers of need coursing through your body. Gideon leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Tell me how much you want it. How badly you need to come. Beg for it."

The ache between your legs intensifies, and the need for release becomes unbearable. You find yourself succumbing to his dominance, to the power he holds over your pleasure. With a desperate edge to your voice, you plead, "Please, Gideon. Let me come. I need it. I need you."

A wicked grin spreads across Gideon's face as he finally relents, his fingers applying the pressure you crave. The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you ride the waves of ecstasy. He watches you, his expression one of smug satisfaction as he revels in the control he has over your pleasure.

Without a word, he positions himself back at your entrance and thrusts inside you once again, his movements forceful and unrelenting. His grip on your hips tightens as he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips meeting yours with a primal intensity. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin fills the room, echoing with the raw passion between you. Gideon's voice is filled with a mix of dominance and lust as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You can't get enough of me, can you? Your body craves my touch, my control. You're mine to use, to pleasure." His thrusts grow faster and harder, driving you towards the edge once more. Gideon's grip on your waist leaves marks, a testament to his possessiveness. 

As the rhythmic movements continue, your body becomes a symphony of pleasure. Pleasure swells inside you, reaching its crescendo, and finally bursts forth in glorious abandon.

Lost in a sea of ecstasy, you cry out his name, unable to hold back anymore.

With his own climax approaching, Gideon Ofnir quickens his strokes, as his control slips away. As you reach the crest of pleasure together, he slides deep inside you one last time, pulsing powerfully.

Exhausted and spent, Gideon collapses beside you. He traces gentle circles around your checks, brushing the locks off your forehead. As he studies your sleeping visage, the intensity of his regard seemed almost tangible.

The moonlight casts a dreamlike luminescence over your body, rendering it ethereally beautiful. The silhouette of your profile stood proud against the wall, highlighting the sharp angles of your nose and jawline. Yet despite your delicate appearance, you possessed a steely resolve, evident in your unflinching gaze and steadfast determination during training sessions. You were more than a pretty face – you were a force to be reckoned with.

During these quiet moments, Gideon allowed himself to admire the bond forming between you two.

For someone so young, your understanding of the world around you far exceeded that of most of your peers. It amazed him how swiftly you assimilated knowledge and developed skills beyond your years. However, your innocence remained undeniable, especially when it came to matters of the flesh.

Despite your shared desire for physical gratification, Gideon takes immense satisfaction in mentoring you in the ways of passion. While other men might see you merely as a sexual object, Gideon views you as a worthy partner capable of satisfying his needs intellectually, emotionally, and physically.

[moldygreenblue]

An Account From The Man Over There: The Old Gumbie Cat

(In which I decided to write a second chapter for my previous Cats musical fanfic. I felt The Man Over There should get one friendly conversation with a Jellicle who is a familiar face.)

As the triumphant sounding horns from nowhere plays loudly, the cats are suddenly on the move. Almost all the cats go up the silver-grey cat, to touch or nuzzle up against him.

Eventually, a majority of the cats take a seat on the ground—one cat being That Cat™ who ratted Thomas out. Only six other cats aren’t seated.

One is a ginger tom with a brown tail and glass green eyes who Thomas thinks is familiar (where he can’t place his finger on) sits on the boot of the car. The Apricot Look-a-Like is sitting on a giant tire, with two other cats. The cat sitting beside the look-a-like has a lovely gold-yellow and black color. The other cat is a deep red and black color, and she’s actually sitting on ‘steps’ near the tire. Both of these cats have white on their chest, and resembles one another.

The two remaining cats are the silver-grey cat, and the tuxedo cat. The silver-grey cat stands with his legs spread apart wide, as if he’s waiting for someone for a person to crawl through them. The tuxedo cat stands with one hand on his hip, the other hand out in front of him.

Thomas quickly sits down on the ground, near the edge. Thomas picks his spot to stay at a distance. He’s an outsider after all. Still, Thomas can’t help but feel like an excited schoolboy, ready to watch a matinee.

“I have a Gumbie Cat in mind,” sings Silver-Grey.

(Look, Thomas has to call the cats something until he learns their names. If he learns them.)

Tuxedo Cat poses proudly. Why, Thomas isn’t sure. Surely, the song can’t be about him. Silver-Grey stares at Tuxedo Cat, unpleased.

Thomas looks around at the rest of the audience. He sees two similar looking cats with orange and black stripes sitting together. One of them points at Tuxedo Cat, in amusement by his mistake, and smiles. The other cat smiles and laughs in agreement.

“Her name is Jennyanydots,” continues Silver-Grey, clearly putting emphasis in his singing. Maybe Tuxedo Cat thought he was going to sing eventually? Or getting sung about?

Whatever the case, Tuxedo Cat scratches behind his right ear in embarrassment, and twirls as he sits down on the ground with the others. Three cats —all queens— teasingly swat at him.

“Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots. All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat,” continues Silver-Grey.

Tuxedo Cat soon jumps back up into action (he certainly recovered quickly). He goes on top of the boot of the trunk, for Glass-Green Eyes moves onto the nearby wooden ledge.

“She sits and sits and sits and sits—”

Red Queen finally sits on the tire, between Gold Queen and Apricot’s Look-A-Like. Silver-Grey moves towards the boot of the trunk, and nods his head at Tuxedo Cat.

“And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat.”

Tuxedo Cat waves his hands around, and the boot slowly opens up. Inside, is a cat with a hat on her head, and a rather bulky coat with leopard spots but little-to-none tiger stripes. She yawns, as if she just woken up from a nap. Was she inside the boot of the car this whole time?

“That's what makes a Guumbie Cat!” Silver-Grey gestures to the trio on the tire.

The trio are sitting in a nice row, their right leg over their left.

“But…when the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun,” sings the smiling trio, as Jennyanydots tumbles out of the booth with a little assistance from Silver-Grey and one of two dark colored cats with stripes and hatch marks.

“And when all the family's in bed and asleep, she tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep.”

The trio points at Jenny (Thomas is not going to refer to her with her full name it’s too much of a fuss), and soon moves their hands, mimicking the motions of a skirt that’s tucks up.

“She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice—” sings the trio, as Jenny motions four of the cats—three who swatted Tuxedo Cat, one being the White Queen— away.

Jenny soon stares at Thomas’ direction, and sings. “Their behavior's not good and their manners not nice.”

“So when she has got them lined up on the matting,” begins the trio, “she teaches them—"

“—music, crocheting and tatting,” finishes Jenny.

In front of Jenny are the four cats from before. They are all wearing piping back tips with eye cuts out and mouse ears attach to them. Jenny and the ‘mice’ make the pantomime of tatting. It’s quite adorable of a scene.

“I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots,” sings Silver-Grey, briefly rubbing the back of his hand against Jenny’s coat with warmth.

“The curtain-cord she likes to wind—” Silver-Grey spins his hands over in rolling matter, clearly representing Jenny’s habit of winding up curtain cords.

As Silver Cat does that, Jenny plucks something from Silver-Grey’s shoulder, and shakes her head with disapproval. Jenny lets whatever she plucks free…

“—and tie it into sailor-knots.”

And follows it, nearly falling onto the ground. Luckily, Silver-Grey catches Jenny in time.

“She sits upon the window-sill, or anything that's smooth and flat—”

The four ‘mice’ soon take off their costume, and scurry away to the nearest exit. Jenny briefly sits —or maybe it’s crouching; Thomas can’t tell due to her coat size— on the ground, and touches it. Rubbing her fingers together, Jenny shakes her head in disgust, and stands back up.

Jenny briefly walks towards the trio, and waves at them. The trio in returns waves back.

And it’s at this point does Thomas realizes two things.

Thing One: Glass-Green Eyes have not left his spot of the wooden ledge. He is still stuck there, because the boot of the car isn’t close.

Thing Two: Where did Tuxedo Cat go?

“She sits and sits and sits and sits—”

Jenny soon slides between the wide spread-out legs of Silver-Grey. She looks rather please with herself. Thomas is rather taken back that Silver-Grey didn’t fall over due to Jenny.

“And that's what makes a Gumbie Cat,” sings Silver-Grey, carefully stepping over Jenny to be on her left side. Behind him, the trio leave their spot on the tire.

“That’s what makes a Guumbie Cat!”

Silver-Grey is now stroking Jenny’s tail, and Jenny is…making biscuits on the floor. Meanwhile, the trio stands right behind them, still in the same row as they were in when sitting on the tire.

When Silver-Grey finishes singing his line, Jenny falls face first onto the ground. She almost smacks her face onto the ground itself.

“But…when the day's hustle and bustle is done, then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun,” sings the trio, now dancing together in synch, all doing the same moves.

One the younger cats —this cat has a circular patch over his left eye— soon comes out from somewhere. Thomas has no idea when most of the cats left; they must have left when he wasn’t paying attention. The only cats left is Silver-Grey, the Trio, Glass-Green Eyes, and That Cat™.

And Patches is in costume, looking like a cockroach.

“She thinks that the cockroaches—”

The ‘cockroach’ moves his hips around.

“Just need employment!” Jenny sings her lines with exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air. Clearly, the ‘cockroach’ isn’t meant to be on stage yet.

“To prevent them from—"

“Idle and wanton destroyment!” Jenny’s expression is one Thomas recalls seeing when growing up. It’s the expression of an annoyed mother, not happy her child disobeyed her orders. Thomas couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of it.

Patches must have heard him, for he briefly stares at Thomas, and shrugs his shoulders.

Jenny affectionately smacks Patches like any mother does to get her child moving. And Patches does move to the sidelines.

“So she's formed from that lot of disorderly louts,” continues the dancing trio, “a troop of well-disciplined helpful boy-scouts!”

“With a purpose in life and a good deed to do—” sings Jenny proudly.

“And she's even—”

Silver-Grey soon without hesitation starts to unbutton Jenny’s bulky coat.

“Created—”

Silver-Grey unbuttons the bulky coat all the way down.

“A Beetles’—”

The bulky coat that is legitimately a regular coat. Not a fur coat.

“Tattooo!”

As a steady drumming fill the air, Jenny takes off what Thomas now realizes are gloves on her hands, and raises one of her legs in the air. Gold Queen easily pulls of the boot off Jenny’s foot, while Red Queen takes the gloves away, and something off Jenny’s hat. The Apricot Look-a-Like struggles with the other boot, but she manages it in time, just when the ‘cockroach troop’ comes crawling out from the sidelines. One ‘cockroach’ even crawls out from the still-open boot.

Silver-Grey soon removes Jenny’s leopard spotted coat, and runs to put it elsewhere. Jenny’s coat now has both leopard spots and the tiger stripes. But the way the patterned stripes are layer over and fringed, Thomas suspects it’s another costume. A very flapper-lite costume.

Thomas thinks everything about Jenny now is flapper-lite, even to the current dancing playing. All of the ‘cockroaches’ and Jenny are tap-dancing. Their dancing matches the jazzy music playing from somewhere. All of them are enjoying themselves.

Thomas admits he’s enjoying himself as well. He’s even bouncing to the beat of the music.

“I see you’re looking better from before,” says a mature, concern female voice from besides him. It’s a tone that Thomas knows an older sister uses when worry. “But are you feeling better?”

Thomas takes his attention away from the tap-dancing, and turns to whoever is talking to him. It’s the white and golden tabby, the Apricot Look-a-Like, looking rather concern. Maybe it is Apricot. Thomas decides to take the risk of making a complete embarrassment of himself.

“I am feeling better,” answers Thomas. “I think what helps is seeing a familiar face…Apricot.”

“So, you do recognize me, Tommy.” Apricot smiles at him —it’s a perfect mixture of being human and feline— and Thomas is glad that he guessed correctly. “I thought I would have to properly introduce myself! My current appearance is well, not the one you’re familiar with.”

Thomas thinks it’s interesting how Apricot calls him Tommy. Only family is permitted to call him that, or Tom. Then again, Apricot is family through Anne.

“If you don’t mind,” continues Apricot, speaking more seriously in tone, “I would prefer it if you call me by the name of Jellylorum tonight.”

Thomas is puzzle by the request, before recalling something. “Is Jellylorum your second name?”

“Yes. But you can go and call me Apricot when the night is over. I don’t think Anne would like it if her brother suddenly refers to her pet cat a different name all of a sudden.”

“All right then, Jellylorum. If you don’t mind, could help me with something? Before my arrival, have you seen a—”

Silver-Grey, Red Queen, and Gold Queen soon rush back from somewhere—likely the sidelines of the junkyard. Silver-Grey gives a brief glance at them, before he joins the other two in their spots in the front center with Jenny, while the rest of the ‘cockroaches’ dances behind.

“I have to join the others, Tommy,” says Jellylorum, gently patting his cheek. She then stands up, still smiling at him. “Do sit back, and enjoy yourself.”

Now almost all of the cats are tap-dancing in the junkyard. They’re dancing to the music, their tapping being almost in sync. There are only three cats who aren’t; Glass-Green Eyes, That Cat™, and a completely dark color sleek-looking cat. Glass-Green Eyes and That Cat™ are sitting together, while the Sleek Cat is lying inside a pipe.

Thomas couldn’t help but stare at the Sleek Cat. Thomas is certain that she was absent before the ‘cockroaches’ made their appearance. That’s quite an enigmatic cat.

The Sleek Cat is carefully watching the dancing. Then, she makes swift, direct eye-contact with Thomas. Thomas finds himself unable to break his gaze away.

Thomas also couldn’t help but smile, as well as a small wave. And the Sleek Cat tilts her head, smiling back in return. It’s a very warm smile.

Thomas soon feels an eyelash in his eye. He rubs it, and looks back at the pipe; no one is there.

“For she's a jolly good fell-el-low!”

Thomas confusingly turns his attention back the cats. All of them are proudly saluting to Jenny.

“Thank you, my dears!” Jenny smiles brightly and poses just in time as her song ends.

[k1ll3r-k4rg0]

lângă mine stă un trecut cu o sută de gheare îl lovesc în plin cu priviri din raze de soare

a past with a thousand claws sits next to me i hit it hard with a stare made of sunbeams

you were the sunrise in all of that big dark black pale nothing and because of you, i learned finally to love the world again

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i'm literally insane idk how i managed this anyways im obsessed with them. kim but if he was drawn in harry's portrait, and harry drawn if he was in kim's portrait. okay?

of course they put their own spins on the portraits too bc they're different guys. but basically it's if kim was the one who didn't get over his grief of his partner's death 6 years ago and harry if he did get over the grief of losing dora. kim loses his memories from alcohol blackout, and harry is still harry with all his skills and thoughts, just medicated and in therapy. instead of kim being there for harry and instead of harry being given the second chance to start again, it's harry who's there for kim and it's kim who's given the second chance to start again

the romanian lyrics up there r from "Undeva" by the Mono Jacks which is an incredibly harry song to me

anyways portrait meta under the cut coz it's a textwall.

anyways. for kim, instead of harry's white outline (there's a white shadow that smells like apricots) which i think resembles becoming someone out of nothing, i gave kim heavy a black shadow bc while he also loses his memories in this au, he becomes a wreck bc of grief from the loss of his partner eyes. in my headcanons, eyes had pale associations and that's part of why he was so good with perception. thus instead of the straight white and colorful lines on harry's, kim has curved lines like pale. the blue is the same blue color of eyes's eyes, and the grey is pale representative. there's also orange in there bc kim's self-expression is Very much orange imo. so he's covering it up (not my idea btw, i took it from @/u3pxx who did a really cool version of kim's portrait for their version of swap au also). he's wearing his pilot jacket, but it's the black one bc after eyes died he decided there was no other way to deal with his death than become eyes, so he decided to start wearing the jacket bc it made him feel a little cooler (eyes was so cool). imo he's also in mourning. so it's black. it's also why he got his hair and his facial hair like that coz it's literally how eyes had it. hes also got the red ears red nose of being alcoholic. bc he's alcoholic and maybe on drugs (like harry was) bc he (kim) completely just can't deal with the pressures of the job without it (they move him to processing and then homicide as a result of eyes's death). but besides the turmoil of the bg and all that past that's haunting him, kim himself is relatively monotone and put-together. the thin white line around him is the thin shred of professionalism he's BARELY holding onto to keep all that misery at bay and hidden from everyone else but like. it won't hold. there's already cracks in it. also the logo on his jacket is my hc for the aerostatics logo

harry meanwhile has the kim halo but it's like a sunrise bc to kim harry's always going to feel like sunrise (both in my hcs for canon and for swap). obviously harry's not as put together and strict and rigid as kim, so his portrait is a lot more colorful (his skills' colors!!). completely vibrant and alive and awake. in this au, harry's still harry but he got over the breakup bc he got therapy and he's on meds for his troubles. i have a line in one of my fanfics about kim taking care of harry post-tribunal where kim realizes harry needs him by his side and that revachol needs him, too. and when kim looks at harry he thinks it's like the entirety of revachol is there in his eyes. so i really wanted harry's eyes to really look striking. also the nametag is just another one of my hcs for their uniforms. they have last name, then 3 stripes for lieutenant (1 for patrol officer, 2 for sergeant, 4 for captain), then two stripes on the top to indicate double-yefreitor, ie other ranks (jean has a single hollow circle for satellite officer).

[lyn-ne]

ken looked at yuka. she was looking down at him, specifically his baby bump. they had just gotten the news that their baby was a girl. yuka was excited, her boyfriend was going to have her little girl. yuka patted kens protruding belly. “what should her name be?” she asked ken. ken held her hand on his belly. “i don’t know,” he responded. he had no idea what to name her. yuka laid her head against kens pregnant belly, like she had in the past. the baby kicked, and yuka smiled. “you’ve been craving apricots this whole pregnancy, ken,” she said. “maybe we could go with an? that means apricot, since she seems to love them so much in there..” she continued. ken nodded. “i like that.. our little an.” he stated, tousling yukas hair. he loved yuka and an so much.

thank you chat for reading no line breaks bc you all deserve to suffer

STOP WRITING FANFIC IN MY INBOX

[mangostarjam]

For your Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

You don’t have to do them all if you don’t want to 💜🌻

ji i love u 💕

under a cut bc i got yappy! here's the ask game if anyone wants to play!

😈 yes hehe i have a friend here whose name means "apricot" and so whenever i particularly wanted to torture her, i let my childhood-best-friends-to-eventual-lovers hoshina use "apricot" as a pet name 😌 since he uses a lot of fruit/food/treats as pet names! but he only uses apricot for specific moments muahaha

but as for like, other playful mean moments i don't think so! not intentionally anyway LOL

🛒 ooooh well i'm a sucker for the usage of first names to show intimacy/closeness! and i like writing about the man being just as flustered and down bad as reader HAHA

🎶 i don't listen to music while writing bc i'd get totally distracted lmao i don't even really use music to get in the fic specific mood bc when i write it tends to be from spacing out and then lines pop into my head — which is why i write a lot on my phone!

lately i've had bunny girl by akasaki playing on loop in my brain! not on purpose 😂 it's just stuck

🦅 hmm... i usually have a vague idea of what i want to talk about when i'm writing longer fics (so not. the shameless smut pwp HAHA) but i don't outline anything coherently. though even with the pwp stuff, i have a backstory and universe in mind lol. it's hard for me to write anything without thinking about how the characters know each other and what the dynamics are!

thaaaaaaank you ji this was fun to think about!!

[darkeralmond]

beckett with a size kink.. literally that’s it maybe some praise/degrading kink

OH CELESTE WHAT WOULD I DO W/O U ILYSM GIRL ❤️❤️

DOMINANCE OVER YOU

Beckett Sennecke x fem! Reader

synopsis: beckett is obsessed with how much bigger he is compared to you since it makes him feel like he more confident and dominant

warnings: 18+, smut, size kink, fingering, oral (f! recieving), sm dirty talk oml, swearing

word count: 1k

a/n: everyone say thank u celeste for this request. i have been so obsessed w beckett and i needed an excuse to write about him stat. thank u all sm for the support as i come back from my hiatus ilysm!! ❤️❤️

You had always been insecure about your petite size. You were shorter than the girls in your high school, and you could barely fit in your uniform. Even though you hated how small you were, your boyfriend was obsessed with it. He was obsessed with you.

Beckett was 6’2 and he took pride in the fact he towered over you. Beckett loved to carry you in his arms like a princess. It made you feel special to be in his arms because he never touched anyone except for you. Not to mention everything about you was smaller than him, so it made him feel dominance over you.

The two of you were making out on his bed when you suddenly felt him move. You were so caught up in his kiss that you weren’t paying attention until he pinned you down by your wrists and began pushing himself against you.

He broke the kiss and moved his lips down to your neck. You were super ticklish, so when he started to nibble you giggled. He then began placing dark bruises on the right side of your neck, causing you to let out an involuntary moan. You had never been this aroused and turned on before him, and he knew that.

“Look at you being so helpless,” Beckett rasped before he continued to mark your neck. You wanted to make a snarky comment back, but the magic of his mouth left you breathless. You could only whimper at his touch and beg him to stop teasing, though your voice came out quiet though.

His hand moved down from your wrist to grip your thigh. His thumbs rubbed circles around your inner thigh before slid his hand down your pajama shorts. He used one of his fingers to tease your clit before he inserted his finger inside you.

His hands were large compared to you, so he slowly slid his fingers in for you to adjust. You gasped loudly as your walls tightly clutched around his fingers. “That’s it. Take it like a good girl,” he whispered in your ear before kissing your earlobe.

After you adjusted comfortably, you bucked your hips into his hand while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You were a whining mess underneath him, squirming to feel more of him. “I love hearing you like this. I know it feels really good, doesn’t it? Who’s my good girl?”

“I-I am,” you whispered, but it came out as a stutter. Your breathing became short and rapid as you grew closer to your climax.

“Louder, baby.” He then curled his fingers causing you to arch your back.

“Me! I am,” you cried. “Oh, fuck!”

When his hand stopped moving inside you, you let out a disappointed moan. You weren’t finished yet and he abruptly stopped. You felt like you needed more stimulation. He obviously knew this since chuckled in response before placing soft kisses on your jaw.

“You like this don’t you?” he husked between kisses. “Having me do things to you? You want more right?” He pulled his fingers out before sucking your juices from them. “You taste amazing.” You felt your face burn and you couldn’t help blushing.

He then lowered himself down to your waist causing you to squirm as you watching him lift your shirt to expose your stomach. He pulled your shorts and panties down before looking up at you with his innocent blue eyes. With a wicked grin, he rasped, “So eager for more.”

He wrapped him arms around your thighs, pinning you down with his hands on your stomach. He then lowered his head between your legs and dipped his tongue between your folds.

The overwhelming feeling caused you let out a shuttered exhale. His fingers grazed your stomach while the tip of his tongue flicked against your bud. You writhed beneath his grasp, bucking your hips forward while he held you down. You looked down at him and met his gaze. A devilish grin appeared on his face as he watched you struggle to move.

Once he got to the spot where you were throbbing, he pulled away leaving you panting. The look on his face reminded you of an excited puppy who just got his favorite toy.

You tried desperately to keep yourself under control but you found it hard. The way he licked, teased, and flicked your clit had you wanting more and more.

“Do you want more?” he asked. He moved his thumb up from your bellybutton to your clit, playing with it while still looking up at you. You sucked in cold air through your teeth as your head fell back. “Come on, baby. Use your words.”

His tone and touch drove you insane. You needed him more than anything. “Please, Beckett. I need you,” you desperately pleaded. He grinned before placing another soft kiss on your swollen clit.

His strokes became sloppy and slow, your folds wet with a mixture of his saliva and your juices. Your eyes fluttered as held your breath when you finally hit the peak of your climax.

You felt Beckett’s tongue swirl around the rim of your hole before he removed his mouth and rolled off of you. You began the process of catching your breath while you laid back down exhausted, yet satisfied. He laid down next to you before he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You snuggled up against him, enjoying his warmth while you recovered from your orgasm. One thing Beckett loved after sexually torturing you was taking care of you afterwards.

Beckett ran his finger tips along your spine as he whispered, “I am such a lucky guy.” You hummed in agreement and buried your face in his chest. He smelled amazing, something masculine and sweet.

You closed your eyes while he stroked your back. “You should let me give you a blow job sometime,” you giggled.

“Uh, yes please!” he laughed before he kissed the top of your forehead.

[angie-words]

Writers Guild Presents: Write A Way, Chapter 8

Art by @ines2925 💜

CW/tags: self-doubt/esteem issues, past trauma due to being neurodivergent in a neurotypical world, light angst, smut, explicit sex (eventually), slow burn, human AU

Summary:

Azira Fell and AJ Crowley are both successful authors in their own right, invited to speak at the same national book festival. Despite a falling out a couple of years ago, they've never actually met in person - so this event is going to be excruciatingly awkward for both of them.

Right?

As it happens, and unbeknownst to them, it seems they share a love of a certain TV show... and being very active parts of its fandom (yep, it's Fanfic Writer Crowley and Fanfic Reader Aziraphale time!)

Excerpt:

Well. That was a thing.

After Crowley had fled breakfast, Azira had decided to take a moment to collect himself. For once, he was certain that it had not been something he’d said, some social misstep.

“I’ve written fanfic-”

Replaying the moment over in his mind, the way the poor man had blushed up a storm before scattering to the winds like a discombobulated slinky, Azira was certain he had not misheard at all.

He quietly munched on his croissant, now appropriately covered once more with apricot jam, and considered the implications. Of course, Azira understood some of the obvious ones, like the fact he was fairly certain writing fanfic whilst a published author may be seen as a bit scandalous. He also knew better than to assume that people would have a somewhat open mind. He’d come across those dismissing the form as the realm of ridiculous, outlandish pairings; of nothing more than a place for people to exercise their right to be extremely horny.

And, yes, of course there was that too. Azira smirked to himself as he wiped a crumb from his lips, thinking of SerenDuckity’s catalogue as a stellar example...

Continue reading on AO3!

Thank you to @sakascal @playdohangel and @rofell @azeutreciathewicked and @ines2925 for being my wonderful beta readers!

@goodomensafterdark @whickberstreetwriters

[mirandapriestlyswife]

Mirandy fanfic- Apocalypse Au; Chapter 3

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Hiii! This chapters not that great since I’ve had some things to do but really wanted to get this part out! Enjoy :)

Prologue- https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747204446805704704/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-prologue

Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747303362291286016/mirandy-apocalypse-fic-chapter-1

Chapter 2 https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747419492186996736/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-chapter-2

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Here she sat. Face to face with Miranda Priestly in her Old Navy sweatshirt she bought on sale 5 years ago that was two sizes too big as the two of them dined over a “feast” of canned beans, canned apricots, and beef jerky that she was sure expired last year.. She took a bite of the jerky as she watched Miranda eat. The woman somehow managed to look regal as ever even when eating food that looked like it could be from a 1950s fallout shelter.

“You know.. It’s funny- before I found you I was honestly thinking of leaving New York..” Andy chuckled as she took a bite of a canned apricot covered in sugary syrup.

Miranda made a noise of disapproval which made Andy look up from her can, confused. “What?”

Miranda poked at her Jerky which she had made Andy serve to her on a plate, “Well where on Earth were you planning to go?”

She shrugged, “I don’t know? Maybe somewhere fun? California? Florida? Gasoline expires in about 4 years give or take, so I kinda got a time limit on my traveling.”

Miranda scoffed at that and finally reluctantly took a bite of her food. “Ridiculous..” she muttered.

“Well.. I just.. I don’t know if I want to spend the rest of my days in the City where I kinda lost everything, you know?”

“While I can agree with that on some level..” The older woman straightened her back and sighed, “You do realize how troubling it would be to travel across the country? Where would we even get a car?”

Andy was about to answer when she noticed Mirandas use of ‘we’. Did the former editor think of them as some sort of team now? She smiled at the idea. “I was thinking we could raid old cars left on the streets? Like how they do in those zombie apocalypse movies, you know?” She took a bite of a spoonful of beans.

“Those are movies, Andrea.”

She sighed, “Yeah. I know.” She put down her empty plate and got up off the chair to start turning on the electric candles she had around the apartment to keep it lit at night. In all honesty she hated the dark. It just reminded her of how empty the world really was. She heard Miranda put her plate on the end table by the couch and move to lay down on the pullout couch. Andy turned on the last few candles so the apartment was slightly lit. She shut the curtains and awkwardly sat on the chair opposite the pull out.

Miranda didn’t seem to take notice as she grabbed a newspaper off of the end table, a copy of the Mirror. One she’d read a million times amidst quarantine. She watched as Miranda squinted to read the pages, she seemed to be blind as a bat without her reading glasses. She smiled fondly at the image in front of her, ignoring the weird circumstances of their situation.

“I like it when you say my name.”

Miranda looked up from the paper and squinted, “What?”

“I like when you say my name, Miranda. Its.. Nice. Ive missed hearing you-“ she quickly corrected herself, “-someone say my name..” Andy gave a nervous smile, hoping her mistake wasn’t too obvious. “You okay reading in the dark? I have a flashlight around here somewhere..”

“Please- it’s hardly dusk.” The older woman flipped a page of the paper and held it away from her face, trying to read.

“Yeah.. But there isn’t much to do besides sleep. This is usually when I turn in for the night.”

Miranda cocked her head towards Andy and scoffed. “Too much sleep is just as bad as too little sleep.”

Andy laughed, “That’s coming from you! I once heard from Emily that you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since ‘85!” She smiled as she saw Miranda roll her eyes and figured it was as good as time as any to get into bed. She got off her chair and slid under the mountain of blankets she had piled on the bed to protect her, and now her and Miranda, from the freezing November air. She lay on her side facing away from the editor, stiff as a board, a bit fearful of touching her and scaring her away, even though this was Mirandas idea in the first place.

“Tired?”

“Huh?” She still didn’t turn to face her.

“I asked if you were tired, I don’t like repeating myself.” She heard Miranda set the paper back on the end table.

“Yeah.. I guess- my bodies not used to getting up at 7. It was the first time Ive used my alarm clock since..” She chuckled slightly, in a sad manner. “I can’t remember..” She felt the bed shake slightly as Miranda laid down and felt herself freeze when she felt the older woman’s back against hers. The two laid in silence for what felt like hours..

“Im sorry about Paris.” Andy suddenly spoke, she doubted Miranda was awake anyways to hear her. But she felt the older woman shift beside her.. ‘Shes probably awake.. Just too stubborn to hear me out’.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you..” She said softer this time. It was true, she never meant to hurt Miranda. She even considered reaching out after the whole ‘finding a new job’ ordeal, but she doubted that the queen of fashion would give a shit what she had to say anyways. She sighed shakily. “Im really glad you’re alive.. Really glad..” She felt tears welling up in her eyes again and promptly wiped them away before they would start. She took a deep breath and turned on her side, only to see Miranda staring wide-eyed at her.

Andy froze up, not knowing what to do and acted as if she didn’t see Mirandas stare, burying her face into her pillow.

“Andrea..”

“Hm?”

Miranda sighed and shifted her pillow down slightly so she wasn’t directly face-to-face with Andy but more face-to-neck. Andy didn’t mind. It felt.. Nice. Amazing even, to be this close to another person again, especially Miranda. She put an arm around the older woman and sighed deeply. She felt Miranda tense then relax under her touch.

“Andrea..”

She sighed, trying to act like she definitely was not just crying and opened an eye. “Yeah?”

Mirandas frosty blue eyes practically pierced through her soul, causing Andy to gulp.

“I.. Paris is in the past.” She watched as the older woman took a deep inhale, “I.. I’m glad you’re alive.”

Andy stared at Miranda, her mouth having slightly fallen open. “Oh Miranda.. I-“

“Im not done.”

Andy smiled slightly, “sorry, sorry”

She watched the small smile form on Mirandas lips, “Im happy to be here. In bed with you. It’s much better than the office couch.” Andy grinned and couldn’t help herself as she inched closer to Miranda, which the older woman did not seem opposed to.

“Maybe tomorrow we can do something other than just sitting around Elias-Clarke all day?”

“Oh? And what do you propose we do?”

Andy chuckled and sat up as she spoke, looking down at Miranda.

“Well.. We could go raid some boujee clothing stores? Maybe hit up Chanel? Dior?” Miranda hummed in approval. “We could break into the Natural History Museum? That could be fun. Or! Or- we- I mean.. We could do anything we want really..” She smiled down at Miranda, “Ive never really thought of it like that.. For months I just.. stayed in. Then one day I realized I hadn’t seen a single person walking in the streets for weeks.” She sighed deeply, “I just figured it was just a really bad outbreak of some shitty extreme-flu. That they’d come up with some vaccine or miracle pill and boom, Id be back to work within a month.” She laid back down, this time closer to Mirandas warm body.

“My parents died.. Well, my mom died when the virus was just being talked about. When they were saying it only really affected people with pre-existing conditions. Then my dad died right after they initiated national lockdown. I couldn’t even travel to Ohio for either of their funerals..” her voice was a near whisper at the end, cracking slightly. It hurt to talk about her parents in the past tense. It was like a reminder that she would never see them again. She felt Mirandas hand snake its way around her waist and begin rubbing her back.

“…im sorry.”

Andy let out a small sniffle, “Thank you.” She snuggled closer to Miranda, putting her arms around the editor. This time Miranda didn’t tense, just simply relaxed and let out a deep sigh.

“You smell good.” Andy said softly, before realizing how weird that sounded. But for some reason Miranda laughed. “Thank you..” She smiled and scoffed, “I haven’t had a real shower in months.”

Andy chuckled and buried her face into Mirandas hair ever so slightly. “I usually just wash my hair by using a few jugs of water and shampoo I grabbed from Walgreens.”

Miranda hummed in approval, “Well. Im not that barbaric to use products from Walgreens..”

Andy laughed and cuddled even closer to Miranda. The two relaxing into a comfortable silence.

“Good night Andrea..” She heard Miranda murmur, though the woman seemed half asleep already.

“Goodnight Miranda..”

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I hope you all enjoyed, again sorry for the short post. Im working on trying to make this a slowburn but I didn’t realize how hard that’d be!

[indzae-mayumi]

Sakuragi's Twilight

(A "Slam Dunk" fanfic. "Slam Dunk" is by Inoue Takehiko)

It is already four in the afternoon, and old man Sakuragi walks into a newly renovated half court. He takes a look around and sees that there are benches than it had been during his youth--at least, that is how he remembers it. He sometimes ventures into the half court, for he is also busy even though he is past seventy years of age.

He takes a seat at one of the benches and looks at the sky. The delicate clouds forming above reminds him of the scaly pattern of the taiyaki. The sky behind the clouds boasts of the color like apricots, and the golden sunshine shining on him reminds him that dinner is almost ready, and it will be bedtime soon. Sakuragi takes his gaze off the sky and watches the high school boys play basketball. He remembers his time at one half court, and in the real basketball arena, but those memories are so long time ago. And yet, he still remembers them. As he fondly looks at one boy doing a three-point shot, he smiles and daydreams back to his youth.

Life has a twist for him, he reminisces. In high school, he suffered a back injury just when he was starting to love basketball. After rehab, he practiced even more and got better with it, enough for him to be captain in his senior year (with bespectacled Ishii as vice captain. Kinda like how a gorilla was captain, and a glasses-wearing sempai was vice captain). In college, he continued to play for a local college (in which he got into, fortunately, because his crush then, Akagi Haruko, tutored him after Shohoku's taste of the Interhigh until their senior year).

He remembered that Rukawa played basketball professionally on the national scene; Mitsui became an assistant coach for Shohoku under Coach Anzai after college; Miyagi and Ayako left the basketball world for mundane adult jobs and eventually married; Gori, Kiyota, Uozumi, and Takasago opened up a zoo with lots of monkeys; and Kogure became a geneticist in South Korea. And he? Well, he left the basketball world after college because he and the gundan decided to try their hands on something useful, like making bread. Oddly enough, the troublemakers of Wakou Junior High excelled in being small-time entrepreneurs, each having his own bakery. Only Noma took his bakery to a whole new level and opened several branches, mainly in Kanagawa and Osaka.

And his dear Haruko? Let's just say it was not Rukawa who got to be Sakuragi's love rival. It was Shoyo's Fujima Kenji. And how did it all happen? Fujima and Haruko met in university in Tokyo. They briefly dated, but as Fujima's graduation drew near, they broke up because Fujima realized he wanted to focus on his career. Haruko became so heartbroken and retreated back to Kanagawa, where she transferred in a university there and maintained a good friendly relationship with Sakuragi, who was her "living diary." But as fate would have it, Sakuragi and Haruko became lovers, and they married.

Currently, Haruko is at home, making dinner, while Sakuragi ventures into the court, daydreaming of his past after a long day at the bakery.

Just then, a shrill voice of a young man calls out to him, a little bit with respect, a little bit naughty. Sakuragi slowly turns around to see a high school boy with tan skin and broccoli hair. The teen is waving excitedly at him. The boy's features melts Sakuragi's heart because it so reminded him of how his best friend Ryo-chin looked like in high school. And yes, that boy is Ryota and Ayako's grandson. Among the basketball friends in Kanagawa, the only ones he maintained friendship to this day are Miyagi, Mitsui, and Kainan's Muto, who was his classmate in college. He knew Rukawa eventually retired at forty-nine and left for America because it was in the news. But for other friends and rivals? He had no idea. Social media is still prevalent after 2045, but despite the presence of it, Sakuragi is not adept to it and is not willing to learn.

"Oyaji!!" the teenager calls out excitedly as he runs towards the old man.

Sakuragi smiles at the young teen and beckons him to sit beside him. By now, the teen complains that Sakuragi is hogging all the space on the bench because of his wide girth. Sakuragi remembers how he used to make jolly good fun of his former coach, Coach Anzai, for being round and fat. And yet, at that time, Coach Anzai enjoyed Sakuragi's company, like a grandpa to his grandchild. It turned out that Sakuragi's metabolism slowed down in his forties, so he gained weight like his former coach. Also, long gone were his red-head days, for he traded it with natural-colored hair. And now, with white, neatly combed hair of old age. Unlike his old coach, Sakuragi still has good eyesight.

"Oyaji, did you bring some bread for me?" the high schooler asks excitedly.

"I didn't bring one," Sakuragi replies affably. "Gomen ne, Hiroshi-kun."

Hiroshi, for that is the boy's name, glares at him and pouts before he puts his palm defiantly at Sakuragi's round chin to start jiggling his fats. The young teen, afterwards, jiggles Sakuragi's massive stomach after abusing the fatty chin.

"Oyaji! You should have brought one for me!"

Sakuragi just enjoys the way the teen jiggles his fatty assets. This must have been the feeling that Coach Anzai felt before. As Ryota's grandson complains, Sakuragi only laughs the way his old coach used to.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho!!"

[sapphirehearteyes]

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