#but it’s basically a reader insert/imagine smut fic

[dkniade]

I tried translating the description for the Tartaglia perfume in the Genshin Fragrances series (the perfume collab with Primaniacs), but I’m not fluent in Japanese so there might be grammar mistakes and nuances may be lost with word choice. So y��know, please take this with a grain of salt, and feel free to correct me!

This definitely follows the Japanese version’s characterization, haha

Character: Tartaglia

Note: NSFW/suggestive, tone is slightly dark. Translation notes have a few violent example phrases

But first, the layers of notes described on the website (in English):

Top Notes: Bergamot, Eucalyptus, Green Apple

Middle Notes: Jasmine, Orange Flower, Patchouly, Cumin

Last Notes: Floral Ozone, Nutmeg, Tonka Beans, Agarwood

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(Would that smell nice? Does that match the vibe in the description? I’m not a perfume person, so…)

Product Description

朗らかな笑みが生む危険な光

A dangerous light that gives rise to a sunny smile

心を射貫くライトフゼアノート

A heart-piercing light fougère note

きらりと輝くオレンジフラワーの躍動感に乗せて、飄々と漂うシトラスハーバル。

A citrus herbal that drifts aloofly, matching the liveliness of a glistening orange flower.

冷ややかなパチュリの闇を背後に潜ませながらも、振り返ったその横顔にはトンカビーンズの温もりが宿り、柔らかな表情を覗かせる。

Though the chilly darkness of patchouli lurks in the background, the warmth of tonka beans dwells in that profile which looks back and shows a gentle expression.

それは心地良さと不穏な気配の、不思議なコントラスト。

It’s a strange contrast between comfort and a disturbing presence.

暗と明が放つ軽快な熱に浮かされ、どこまでも翻弄されるフレグランス。

Giving off darkness and light while caught in a flash of zeal, a fragrance that puts you at his mercy completely.

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DO PEOPLE REALLY DESCRIBE PERFUMES LIKE THIS. I understand describing the actual ingredients (?) but the rest of it is very flowery. (Update: Primaniacs seems to specialize in interpreting manga/anime/video game characters as perfumes. I read through some descriptions for their other character perfumes; this is the style they use for all of them it seems.) The first two lines sound like a shounen anime opening… but the rest is like a reader insert imagine… And what’s with that last line??

(My initial translation for the last line “暗と明が放つ軽快な熱に浮かされ、どこまでも翻弄されるフレグランス” was “A fragrance that floats between a light heat emitting darkness and light, and toys with you endlessly” but after looking the words up in Weblio I think I messed up the definitions a lot.)

We really need to look up definitions for some words here… (using definitions and examples from weblio)

朗らか (ほがらか)：cheerful, bright, merry.

E.g. 朗らか微笑 (a bright smile), 朗らかに笑う (to laugh merrily)

射貫く(いぬく)：to shoot through (a wall, the heart, etc.); to go through; to pierce; to hit (e.g. the bull's-eye)

躍動感(やくどうかん)：energetic feeling; sense of liveliness; vigor

潜む(ひそむ)：lurk (in, behind, under). E.g. 物陰に潜む (lurk in the shadows)

振り返る(ふりかえる)：look/turn around; (physically) look back (at)

柔らか（やわらか)：velvety (e.g. voice), tender, (physically) soft, mellow

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—velvety?? 柔らかな表情… 表情 means expression, so, “tender expression”? “Gentle expression”? (Looks back at item description.) I feel like I’m reading a M-rated reader insert vignette.

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心地よい(ここちよい)(adj.)：comfortable; pleasant

心地良さ(ここちよさ)(noun.)：comfort

不穏な(ふおんな)：disquieting, unpeaceful

e.g. 不穏な犯罪 (a disturbing amount of crime), 形勢不穏なり (The outlook is grave.)

Hm.

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And now, the last sentence:

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放つ(はなつ): (of a light or fragrance) give out/off; send out; put forth; emit

芳香を放つ (send forth fragrance; smell sweet)

軽快な(けいかいな)(adj.)：lightweight, light

e.g. 軽快な手(a facile hand), 軽快な挙動(agile/nimble movements)

熱(ねつ)：heat, temperature; fever; enthusiasm

Oh, it could also mean enthusiasm?

浮かす(うかす): to float, to get up (?), to save (money), to be on the mind (??)

e.g. 熱に浮かされる(to be delirious)

Note: this is the same wording used in the perfume description

So “軽快な熱に浮かされ” isn’t “floats between a light heat” but rather something like “caught in a flash of zeal”…?

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どこまでも: anywhere; in every point, thoroughly; persistently

e.g. 彼はどこからどこまでも武士だ (He is every inch a samurai)

e.g. あなたにどこまでもついて行く。 (I will go with you anywhere.)

e.g. どこまでも目的を変えるな. (Keep to your purpose.)

翻弄される(ほんろうされる): (for people) be made a fool of (by)

e.g. 『源氏物語』に登場する玉鬘も数奇な運命と自らの美しさが引き起こす騒動に翻弄され続けた女性である。(Tamakazura in "The Tale of Genji" is also at the mercy of her fate due to the incidents triggered by her hapless fate and beauty.)

風波に翻弄される: to be toss about by wind and waves

e.g. 船は狂瀾怒濤に翻弄された (The ship was tossed about by the ranging waters)

e.g. 船は翻弄されていた。(The ship was at the mercy of the waves.)

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The ship examples sound way more sexual than the other example sentences on the page involving (heterosexual) humans huh

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There’s no doubt a sexual undertone with this last sentence. “Messed with”… “endlessly”/“thoroughly”… “at the mercy of”…

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“どこまでも翻弄されるフレグランス”

“A fragrance that toys with you endlessly”…?

“A fragrance that puts you completely at (his) mercy”?

“A fragrance that makes you completely submerged in him”?

using “submerged” to evoke the image of waves and water

But, that’s probably not the intention of the product description, and I’m just having fun here

“暗と明が放つ軽快な熱に浮かされ”…

“A fragrance that gives off darkness and light, caught in a flash of zeal”…

…“どこまでも翻弄されるフレグランス。”

…“and puts you at his mercy completely”…?

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“Giving off darkness and light while caught in a flash of zeal, a fragrance that puts you at his mercy completely.”

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(Putting this together is.. oh my, lmao. That is about the most erotic perfume description I’ve ever read, and for Tartaglia of all characters🤣 I’d like to imagine this as a battle, but that doesn’t work for him either—in the Chinese version.)

[laylaysdelusions]

Just want you. (Kate Martin x reader)

Summary: you’re Kate’s hot roommate.

Inspired by a Abby Anderson fic

Smut :)

The ceiling fan spins subtly and the dim light illuminates the room just enough, Kate’s bed is made up, perfect right? Except for the fact that Kate is uncontrollably horny.

For the last month she has been in a heat like phase. All she wants is to fuck, she’s single and to top it all off, her roommate brings home girls almost every night.

Her face burns with jealousy when she hears the girls you bring in your room moaning your name and saying things like “right there”. Why couldn’t that be her..

The more Kate sits in her room by herself the more warmth that builds between her thighs. She’s even bought toys in attempt to recreate the touch of another woman after she realized her pillow doesn’t help anymore and it works to a certain extent.

Everytime she cums with her name on your tongue she wishes you were there to grab on to but no she sits there staring at the wall, her legs still wide open.

Her heart stings with envy as she hears you praising your hook ups for how good they’re doing. Her favorite part of sex is reassurance and she obviously lacks that part of her masterbation.

You had no clue whatsoever that your pretty roommate was basically dying from hornyness.

Kate is sitting on her bed hoping the sting will just magically disappear but she knows that it’s not going to. She sighs to herself, pulling open her toy drawer. You told Kate that you would be going out to a party tonight for a couple hours, leaving Kate plenty of time for some self pleasure.

She pulls out her biggest one at six inches and inserts it, it’s not long before her weak moans are slipping out and cries are leaving her mouths. No need to hide now.

Her eyes are glistening with frustrating tears and she’s fighting to cum so she begins to imagine it’s you touching her.

Kate imagines how good your fingers would feel buried deep inside her cunt, dripping in her juices, how good her mouth would feel on your clit. Your name rolls off her lips like a perfect harmony and it leaves her gripping her bedsheets even tighter than before.

What Kate didn’t know was that you came home early. At first you thought she might be having someone over then the more you listened you came to the conclusion that Kate was fucking herself to the thought of you and it made you feel so dominant, you wanted her. However you decided to go in her room and wait for her to notice you.

You quietly walked in and turned her desk chair to face the bed. She was so lost in the moment she didn’t open her eyes.

When you finally orgasmed with a loud cry her eyes opened and scanned the room and there you were. Kate’s face turned a bright shade of red all she could think was ‘uh oh’.

You got up and moved to her bed. “You’ve been wanting me haven’t you?” You smiled at Kate’s worried expression. She nodded shamefully and looked down at her hands. You picked her jaw up and made direct eye contact with her.

“Poor baby has been hearing me fuck all those other girls wishing that was her” you pout at her with a teasing voice.

Her facial expression is shy and sweet she looks so precious. You look down between her thighs and see how pink and wet her folds are.

“Say you need it baby, tell me how bad” you smile. “Just want you to help please..” she whines.

“Good girl”

You smash your lips into hers. Her body shivers as you let your hands roam her body. Her lacy bra is still on , that won’t do. You rip it off her chest to reveal her pretty pink nipples clearly needing attention.

Your lips move down to her chest and eventually land on her nips. You bring her left one in between your teeth and bite down. The action makes her yelp.

You kiss your way down Kate’s stomach. All that working out pays off clearly. Your mouth is just above her pussy but you’re not giving it up just yet. You want to make her wait.

“P-please need you..” she jerks her hips up to your face but you forcefully force them down.

“Nuh uh you listen to me from now on” you say sternly. You pull her thighs up into a better accessible position and lick a stripe of her pussy. Her eyes roll back at such a simple action. Your poor baby is so touch deprived for you.

You look up to see her face, making you decide to dive in. You stuff your nose and face into her pussy and lap at her hole. She laid under your control with nothing but pleasure exploding inside her body. Her whines toped every other girl you’ve ever been with.

It’s not long before Kate clenches around nothing. She needs your fingers.

“Shh, I got you pretty girl” you say in response.

You move your hands from her thighs and move them to her folds. You draw your finger across it and stick her juices in your mouth. “You taste so good” you sigh to Kate. All she can do is blush and watch you.

You insert a finger into her pussy and her reaction melts your heart. She cries your name and shakes.

“Only one finger and you’re freaking out on me”Kate’s face tells you she’s close to coming. “Come on pretty girl, you can do it” you encourage her. Her high crashes over her body leaving her thighs attempting to close but you make them stay open to her help her through her orgasm.

“Thank you- thank you fucking thank you” she says breathlessly. You definitely just gave her an unforgettable experience.

“Next time it’ll be my new strap.”

[ihavethedreamies]

Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.4k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

I am cross-posting this on Archive and Wattpad. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other sites. Happy reading!

You had always had eyes for your friend's brother. It was nearly impossible not to give the fact that he was simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the earth. There were times where Doyoung would smile or laugh and you heart would melt; the other times he would get angry or annoyed, and THAT look…made your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appealed to you more than the ripped guys you'd meet at the gym. You did always wonder what he had hiding under there though, because every time you were at the pool, he either didn’t get in or wore a shirt…Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body didn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though, was that your best friend knew EVERYTHING. And she would tease you mercilessly for it. She was never disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she requested to never have to see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything happening though. To him, you were like another little sister. You had been friends with his actual sister for many, many years, and he probably still saw you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he, and his sister, never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he was five years older, there was never a point where you two were at the same school. You weren’t sure you could handle all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remembered one valentine's day the amount of chocolates and notes he brought home from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out terribly misshapen -still tasty- you ate them yourself.

Little did he know, you had a framed picture with him on your vanity…Not in a creepy way. It was from a few summers back where your group of friends had gone camping and he went along with some of his friends to basically chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just him. Your favorite part of it was that he is standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he ruffled your hair, then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his friends, but you and he sat aside, watching the shenanigans. You were both exhausted but would be teased endlessly if you went to bed, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until later that you had found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he fell asleep with his head resting on yours. Rumor had it, your best friend had a picture, but refused to show you. She claimed she needed it for when she did something otherwise unforgivable and needed an out.

One day you were over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment was settled above her aunt's bakery and so she got a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle had no children themselves, Doyoung was set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by, and his beautiful face always drew people in like flies. It was honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracted you from your studies. Often your friend would catch you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him, daydreaming.

"Yah! Get to work." She tapped the end of her pencil on your notebook.

"Sorry." You snapped out of it and got back to taking notes. Summer break was approaching, which meant so were finals. Not too worried about it you realized you might gain a reason to be if you continued to drift off into Doyoung land. It had become soon to closing time for the bakery, staying open till about six pm that time of year. You decided to take a break and got off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered had been put in the refrigerator and the dishes had long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you wanted. You also had a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you weren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you leaned on the railing to watch Doyoung sweeping in front of the store and wiping tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up were rolled to above his elbow, and his jeans were perfectly hugging-

"How's studying going?" His voice startled you and your eyes moved from his ass to his eyes. He was looking up at you like a curious bunny and it was the cutest freaking-

"Uh, it's going." You huffed a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

"Do you need any help?" He asked and you blinked back. Should you take the opportunity? You really didn’t need help…You glanced behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

"Uh, yes please. I'll be right down!" You called as quietly as you could for him to still hear you, but not wake her up, and shuffled back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flapped on the stairs as you descended the outside staircase and moved to meet him out front.

"Let's go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler." He smiled and motioned for you to follow. He closed the doors, flipped the sign to closed, and you found a table. There were only three small tables inside, so you had to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removed his apron - dear lord his buttons were STRUGGLING - and moved the chair from across to next to you.

"What class are you studying for right now?" He asked.

"Advanced World History." You weren’t exactly having trouble, but it was the hardest class you needed to study for. His eyes widened then he blinked at you.

"You're, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen." He shook his head.

"Can you now?" You asked and he laughed. Your heart thudded so hard it's like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

"I can try…I should have asked what class before I offered." He huffed a nervous laugh.

"Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I'm talking about." You handed him a green-paper packet and he turned his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He began to go over questions, and you answered, but he tripped you up. You had memorized them in order, and he was reading off at random. This meant you had to actually know what the answer was instead of relying on repetition.

"Daeng! Try again!" He eyed you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkled your nose, thinking.

"You're so cute." he whispered, but you heard it. Your head shot up to stare at him, and realization crossed his face that he said it out loud. You expected him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turned a bright red.

"I'm cute? Me? No, no, you're cute." You had no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you were dead serious. He blinked at you again.

"Cute." You pointed at him. Your deadpan stare and serious tone caught him off guard. He cleared his throat nervously and wouldn’t meet your eye.

"Next question." You waved the situation off, screaming inside. It was like you were having an out-of-body-experience and your filter had been removed, letting him your instinctual thoughts.

"You really think I'm cute?" He put the paper down, sitting up straight.

"You are the cutest thing on the face of the earth." Once again, you were completely serious. His whole face bloomed red, and he brought his hand to his mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

"Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish." You pushed the paper toward him, but he just glanced at it.

"Questions." You poked the paper.

"How long have you thought I was cute?" He put his hand down, the embarrassment dissipating and turning to smugness.

"Forever, continue." Paper was shoved. Finally, he picked up the packet and when his face was hidden, you released a rush of air to try and calm down.

"On a level of one to ten, how cute am I?" Man, he was like a dog with a bone. You rolled your eyes.

"Eleven."

"How long have you liked me?" That threw you off a bit.

"I never said I liked you-" You tried to play it off. He put the packet down.

"You think I'm cute." He smirked.

"Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?"

"Why do you have the hoodie I lost a few years ago in your closet?"

"H-how did you know about that?"

"Saw it in the picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you two got to match."

"It could have been any red hoodie; how did you know it's yours?"

"I didn’t…not until now. Plus… it’s way too big." He smirked and your violent intentions flared to life.

"You little shit!" You scolded and he guffawed. You were sure your face was as red as that sweatshirt.

"How did you even get it?" He questioned and you exhaled harshly.

"I was at your house when it was just me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I wasn’t answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find." You shared and he hummed.

"Just you in my hoodie, hm?" His gaze had changed, and you weren’t sure how to feel.

"Oh, hush, pervert." You mumbled, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You heard the chair scrape on the floor, then felt him standing next to you, close enough to feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracked having to bend back too far. He was so close. If you breathed too deeply your chest would brush against him. That thought made your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air was stolen from your lungs when his hands, his BEAUTIFUL hands, cupped your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips already slightly touching yours.

"Ye-" You didn’t even finish your acceptance and he instantly latched onto you. You whined, any sass draining from you instantly. Carefully, you lifted your arms and clutched his shirt above where it was tucked into his jeans. His hand moved from your jaw to back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand ran down your arm and settled politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulled away and your breath came out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung's respite, he was on you again, this time his tongue snuck past your lips, brushing at yours. You gasped and he swallowed it, backing you up till your back hit the wall. Both hands ended up pinning you in as he placed them on the wall and your hands left his side the clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulled away right as you needed to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connected your lips, and he licked over his own, breaking the connection. He moved to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stopped him.

"We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer." You whispered and he backed up a bit.

"Don’t you live in a dorm?"

"Yes, but my roommate works nights." You were still so close that your lips brushed as you talked. He grunted, backing up, and you moved toward the door so fast, you almost slipped. Your left sandal came partially off, and you fixed it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you entered her apartment and grabbed your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bumped your leg on the table as you moved around and fought back a grunt. His sister was still asleep, so you laid a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on  the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you saw he was behind the counter when you reentered, probably finishing last-minute business. You shoved all your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then waited patiently for him to finish. You were sure you looked EXTRA sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He went into the back then came out with his own bag and smiled innocently as he met you.

"Ready?" He whispered directly into your ear, and you wanted to scream YES! but refrained.

"Yep." You tried to stay casual, and he chuckled. He led you outside and across the street to his car. It was nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice. It was a dark blue with black leather seats. You weren’t sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you threw your bag in the back along with his and before you could reach for your seatbelt, he was doing it for you. Right as he clicked it, he gave you a brief peck on the lips. He went to start the car and your hand flung out to rest on his arm.

"Wait…I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?" You did not want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You were pretty sure this was more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you didn’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turned to you, soft, and he sighed.

"Honestly, it was last year that I really realized what was going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there. I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could sing, and you cannot-"

"Hey!"

"I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggle to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way. I only wanted you to smile at ME like that. I've been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend's big brother…" He tapped awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

"My dude, that is like the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that and a daddy kink-"

"Okay, thanks, that's all I need to know!" He sighed again.

"I really, really like you." He finished and you brought your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

"I really, really, really like you." You emphasized the third really. He smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

"If this is too fast for you-"

"I have been waiting YEARS for this. Drive!" You pointed forward and he laughed, doing as you said. Once you got to campus, you directed him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There were still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grabbed your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They were gawking at Doyoung, and it pissed you off. You grumbled as your keycard refused to work the first time, getting more upset that you were letting them eye-hump your man…In reality it was probably because there was a dude there, not what he looked like. You finally saw the light turn green and heard the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yanked him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you used your card to enter your room as he looked around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

"Don’t worry these walls are REALLY soundproof." You reassured, shutting the door as he entered.

"How do you know that?" He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything." You motioned vaguely. While your room was clean, bed made, you panicked upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grabbed it, its name might or might not have been Doyoung, and yeeted it into your closet.

"What are you hiding?" He teased and you closed the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

"Nothing." You tried to cover the act up by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hummed suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It was different than before, this felt more like love than lust. It made your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulled back after a much shorter time, and he ran his hands over your frizzy hair.

"You're beautiful." His soft voice made you want to cry.

"So are you," You brought him down to your level again and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you so close you could feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifted to your short-clad ass and gripped. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invaded. He was the best kiss you'd ever had. You also had a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moved down, laying wet kisses and sucks on your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucked over your pulse. You knew the position he was in was probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

"Move to the bed?" You offered and he laid one more kiss on your neck, then pulled back to allow you both to move. You barely sat down on the bed before he pushed you lightly onto your back and crawled over you. He stared warmly down at you for a second, then shoved his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

"Ah!" You moaned softly and his lips reattached to yours. He dominated the kiss, and you were totally fine with it. As his tongue wrapped around yours, your hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you could.

Much to your disappointment, he was wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He broke the kiss to remove the shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders did enough for you... While to many that may not be sexy, that was the most of Doyoung's skin you had seen. He smirked at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removed the tank top and let it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you had never heard of or seen him work out, he was nicely toned. For a man who liked to lie in bed all day, he had a nice body.

"Your turn," He argued when you tried to kiss him again. You swallowed, nervous, but none the less sat up to remove your own tank top. You were in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitated, but removed it as well. Instantly, he was on you. He manhandled you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latched onto a nipple. You sighed at the feeling, never being much sensitive there, but since it was him, you actually shivered a bit…He let go with a pop and you felt a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He landed on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he could question you, you straddled him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to see you like this." You whispered and he huffed in amusement. As you stroked his skin, his hands grasped at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulled you down and grinded up into you. Since you were both wearing denim, there wasn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself made you both groan. You could tell he was getting harder by the second, and you were sure your underwear was already ruined. He continued to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

"Okay!" you declared, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seemed shocked, but when he tried to protest you shot him a glare. He relaxed back onto his elbows again as you undid his pants. You rubbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally pulling him out, you gasped, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he was bigger than anyone you had been with before.

"(Y/N)-" Doyoung's thought dropped off when you ran your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan came out, be he did let out a harsh exhale. You had no idea how long you had wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, was going to stop you. Not that he wanted to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrapped your lips around the head and began to descend. Finally, he let out a light groan and it sounded heavenly. You couldn’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you did. When your lips met the skin of his pelvis and you swallowed, his arms gave out and he flopped onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dug into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallowed again and then began to bob your head, taking him into the base each time. He was getting louder, and his noises made you moan.

"Fuck!" He cursed at the vibration. So, you did it again.

"(Y/N) if you don’t stop, I'm gonna cum." He warned. You didn’t stop. You wanted him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he let out a whining moan and thrust up slightly as you felt his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pulled off as he caught his breath. He looked up at you as you made sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing that did something to him, and he shot up, pining you down roughly against the bed. You squeaked in surprise as he rapidly undid the button of your shorts and yanked them off. He paused at your panties; they had little ducks on them. He gave you a look, to which you shrugged, and then those too were yanked off. You watched as he took his fingers and ran them up your soaked slit. You moaned, eagerly anticipating him fingering you. His hands were just so-

"Doyoung!" He had suddenly shoved a finger inside of you. He quickly found your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shook you. Without warning he added another finger, scissoring them as you tried to catch your breath. Hovered over you, waiting till you got enough air for him to kiss you. When you could finally breathe easily, his lips attached to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You were in heaven, and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. You weren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He left your lips, and you threw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

"Oppa, I'm gonna cum." You moaned and something about the pet-name got to him, and his movements intensified, his thumb moved to your clit.

"Then do it," he ordered, and you saw white. He continued his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you got too over stimulated, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gaped at him, body feeling limp. By that point he was completely hard again, and he spread your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock against your still twitching hole.

"Oh, please-" You encouraged, and he slowly began to ease into you. The stretch stung a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpowered it. As he slowly got deeper you tried desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside of you, finally, was better than you ever dreamed. He finally was in all the way, barely bumping your cervix. You felt so full.

"G-give me a second." You gripped his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kissed over your face as you got used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

"Ready?" He questioned and you nodded. He started slow, barely pulling out before going as deep as he could, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. Your breath hitched each time.

"More." You pled and he smirked. He hitched your other leg up as well then began to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You could already feel an orgasm building, it made your head swim. Nothing had EVER felt this good. He continued the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind you came undone again. It shocked both of you, and he halted his movements as you clenched around him. His brows furrowed at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard not to cum himself. He wanted to give you the most pleasure he could before he finished. Once your orgasm had calmed, he began the slow pace again. He quickly built speed though and you practically screamed when he began to fuck you in earnest. You were were practically bent in half as he loomed over you, fucking you into the mattress. Your hands flew up to grip at his bare back, your nails dragging and leaving red lines. Doyoung groaned at the feeling and dug his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excited you, more than you thought it would. That was something to be explored later, though. All of a sudden, he pulled out and you exclaimed.

"What-!" With much more strength than you thought he had, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely kept your balance before he slammed back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half fell to the bed, and you gripped the sheets to hold on for dear life. He was deeper now, each thrust ramming his head against your cervix. Tears pricked at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you almost weren’t sure you could handle it. Then, his hand came down harshly on your ass and you yelped.

"Fuck, do that again please." You pleaded and you could practically hear him smirk. He landed another hit, on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bed frame provided by the college rocked, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind you would have made note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students had probably done something like that. That alone proved the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head were gripping your sheets hard, and his hands left your hips to cover yours. He linked his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucked his cock into you, each time he buried fully back into you, more of your braincells floated away. Nothing else came to mind but your impending orgasm.

"Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~." You whined.

"Me too, hold on a bit, princess," he grunted, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand laid on your lower stomach. His thrusts got shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to feel himself inside you.

"Cum inside." You told him and he almost outright stopped.

"I'm on birth control pills, please cum inside." You pleaded and he swore several times, grinding into you. When you felt his hot cum shooting inside, it knocked you over the edge. You saw stars and swore you blacked out for a few seconds. When you came to, he was pulling out and a great deal of fluid was flowing down the inside of your thighs.

"You squirted." He informed and you barely registered what he said.

"Huh?"

"You soaked me." He chuckled and you propped yourself up to look back at him. You gaped at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

"Shit! I'm sorry! I've never done that before!"

"Shh, it's okay. It was hot." Doyoung chuckled and you sighed in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you were laying on your stomach.

"Where’s the bathroom?"

"Second door across the living room." You waved your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listened as he partially clothed himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then left your room. Since you didn’t hear anything, you assumed your roommates were not home and he came back with a warm, damp washcloth. He was incredibly attentive and helped you clean up. Slowly, you sat up as he threw the towel on your dirty laundry. He picked his shirt up off the floor and handed it to you.

"I have clothes to change into," you pointed at your dresser, and he shook his head.

"Please?" He gave you a smug look and you narrowed your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you buttoned it up and you smiled at how the fabric pooled over you. The sleeves went past your hands, and you could practically wear it as a dress and still be decent to go outside. He sat on your bed, and you just stared at each other for a bit.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, almost sheepishly. You furrowed your brow dramatically.

"What kind of question? YES, of course!" You glared and he laughed, tackling you. Since you were on a twin sized bed, you both could barely fit. He pressed his back against the wall and hugged you so close to him there was still a good four inches of bed at your back. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and reached to pull the comforter over you two.

"What about when your roommate comes home?" He asked as you cuddled. You glanced behind you at the clock.

"I'll text her; she can sleep on the couch." He reluctantly let you get up to retrieve your phone. You stood, texting, and he admired you in just his shirt.

"Be nicer if it was red."

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"Dessert For Breakfast", Billy (Burn, 2019, Directed by Mike Gan) - Imagine

Description: [18+ MDNI!!] AU where Billy survives the film's events and is on the run with you, basically just one big cross-country road trip. Getting ready in the morning becomes very intimate. / Billy x AFAB!Reader

General Notes: Pure Smut, Established Relationship, AFAB Reader (no use of Y/N, reader does not wear a bra or binder, no mention of the reader’s chest at all actually), Second Person POV, Use Of Gender Neutral Nicknames (darlin', my love, pretty thing, honey, love), Use Of Curse Words (asshole, fucking, fuck, goddamn, dick, cunt (yes, in reference to the reader's vagina!)), Dom!Billy, Sub!Reader, Brief References To The Film (mention of bikers and his outfit), Fingering (reader), Oral Sex (reader), Penetrative Sex (reader), Spit Play, Tied To Bedpost W/ Belt (reader), Neighbors Complain At One Point, Creampie

Author's Note: Second time ever writing smut! I normally prefer to do a gender neutral reader, but I wanted to do something different this time. Let me know how I do! Any/all feedback is genuinely appreciated. As always, this was proofread by @anal-spaghetti-monster (basically my collaborator at this point). Also, give some love to @freak-accident419 since they instilled the "blueberry pancake" thing in my mind with their Billy fic, lol. Enjoy!

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Getting ready in the morning always felt rushed as of lately. Bouncing from motel room to motel room in several different states never got any easier. Quickly packing bags, getting in a short shared shower, barely eating breakfast. Even trying to get a little personal time always made the mornings go by extra quickly. And, sure, the long car rides may seem like personal time, but they mostly consisted of sleeping for the passenger and mind-numbing driving for the other. This morning, though, you took your time. You both got up late, enjoyed your own separate showers, and got to get ready leisurely. It was nice. Things were finally beginning to feel safe again.

You stand in front of the sink, brushing your teeth. Soft music was coming from your phone when Billy walked in. He beams at you and puts an arm around your shoulders, standing by your side and looking at you in the mirror.

“Ready to go soon?” He asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

He wipes off excess toothpaste from his lips with a slight frown. You let out a muffled laugh, spitting out a mix of saliva and toothpaste before rinsing your mouth out with some water. You turn to him.

“Yeah, I am.” You say, returning the kiss on his cheek.

His smile grows softer, turning to you and placing his hands on your hips.

“What sounds good for breakfast?” He cocks his head, inquiring.

He tenderly slid his hands up from your hips to your sides underneath your shirt.

“Hmmm…” You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Blueberry pancakes,” you place a hand on his chest, “bacon… and some strong as hell coffee.”

You smile back, running your hand along his chest, mirroring his actions along your waist.

“What were you thinkin’, cowboy?”

He slowly moves you both so that you’re now pinned against the counter. You look up at him knowingly.

“I was thinkin’ of something a little different.”

He lifts you by the hips and places you on the counter, inserting himself in between your legs and pulling you to the edge, closer to him. He leans in and captures your lips in a fiery kiss, immediately running his tongue along your bottom lip and squeezing your hips. You break away briefly by pushing him on his chest.

“A little eager this morning, aren’t we?” You smirk as you speak against his lips.

He doesn’t respond before kissing you again, hungrier this time and trailing his hands down from your hips to your thighs. He runs his hands over the top of your thighs before moving one of his hands to your inner thigh, ghosting his fingers over your already pulsing core. You gasp into his mouth, allowing him to finally slip his tongue between your lips.

“So greedy…” You whisper as he finally breaks free to breathe, a trail of spit connecting the two of you.

He smiles and moves a hand up to swipe his thumb along your bottom lip, wiping away any saliva pooling there.

“Can’t help myself when you’re looking like that, darlin’.” He says, causing you to roll your eyes and playfully smack him on the chest.

He snickers and rests his hand where your thigh meets your groin, teasing his thumb over your mound again. He gently and broadly rubs your clit through your jeans, the little bit of stimulation through the dense cloth making you squirm. Your hips twitch against his thick fingers as he breathes hotly against your lips. His other hand reaches for the buttons on your pants, popping it open with a flick of his wrist and pulling your zipper down slowly, teasingly. You give a short whine and he smiles again.

“A little eager this morning, aren’t we?” He mimics your words, mocking your exact tone from earlier.

You scoff and he abruptly stops his actions, bringing his hand up to grip your chin.

“What was that, my love?” He asks teasingly.

You shake your head as much as you can in his grasp and he loosens his hand slightly.

“That’s what I thought…” He hums, softly running his thumb along your lips before moving his hands down your body.

He curls his fingers into the belt loops of your pants and you lift your hips off the counter, allowing him to gradually slip them down before tossing them somewhere on the bathroom floor. He pulls you even closer to the edge of the sink before placing open-mouthed kisses up your leg, licking his way from your ankle to your slick heat. He places a chaste kiss to your knee before making his way up to you completely. Billy leaves little love bites along your inner thighs, spreading you wider with his large, rough palms. You can’t help but pant and run a hand through his hair, tugging lightly on his roots and trying to pull him closer to your core. You can feel him grinning against your sensitive skin as he continues to mark you, biting and littering your thighs with what are sure to be red and purple spots.

“You- “

“Shh.” He commands softly against your skin, rubbing his hands soothingly along the marks he made.

He looks up at you and grabs a hold of the sides of your underwear and you lift your hips again. He yanks them down with more force than before and tosses them onto the cold linoleum floor. Billy looks up at you one last time before finally dragging his mouth to your sopping folds, licking a stripe up your slit, and then taking your bud in his mouth. You tug even harder on his hair, letting out meek moans as the pressure inside your stomach already starts to build. Groaning his name, you buck your hips up against his mouth, setting a consistent pace.

He trails his right hand up your leg again, pushing your legs further apart before ghosting his fingers over your skin, almost tickling you as he teases. His right hand moves further up before finally making its way to your heat. Running his middle and ring fingers through your lips, he gathers your wetness before slipping his fingers slowly into your entrance. You gasp as he pumps his fingers a few times, getting a feel for you. Curling his fingers upwards slowly but repetitively, all the while his mouth is still wrapped around your clit. He hums against you as you put a leg over his shoulder, wanting him even closer. You lean back against the mirror behind you, feeling the chilly glass press against your heated skin, cooling you down slightly.

Goosebumps litter your skin from the combined pleasure and the cold mirror. Whimpers fill up the space of the tiny bathroom, as well as the wet sounds of Billy’s mouth against your core and his fingers inside of you. The noises only served to fuel the fire in the pit of your stomach, Billy’s too. You look down and see Billy shaking lightly, he needs you so badly. Your hand tangles in his hair tighter at the information as you whimper. Billy moans against you again when his fingers increase their speed against that spot inside of you.

You can already feel your orgasm bubbling up, your muscles tensing as he brings you closer and closer. You moan loud enough to know that the neighbors will be upset, but you don’t really care anymore. With a final curl of his fingers and one last hum against your clit, you come undone. Squeezing your thighs around his head and throwing your head back against the mirror with a soft, faint “thump”.

“Billy!” You cry out, tugging on his hair.

He guides you through it, slowing his relentless abuse to your bud and gently taking his fingers out of you. He presses one final kiss to your sopping core before coming back up. Licking his fingers clean and placing his free hand on your waist, he smirks knowingly. The cocky asshole knows exactly what he’s doing. He brings his fingers out of his mouth with a “pop” and places his other hand on your waist as well. You could feel the spit on his hand, once again cooling down that one area of skin on your body.

“How ‘ya doin’, pretty thing?” He inquires with a sneer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You respond by wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer and down for a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, adding to the heightened sensual air about the both of you. You moan into his mouth and Billy bucks his hips against you. The feel of his jeans on your clit drives you crazy, almost to the point of pain. You tug on his shirt, trying to pull him even closer but he pulls away, chuckling.

“Seems like you’re doin’ pretty well, then, huh?”

He grabs your hips and slides you off of the counter, walking backward as he tugs you towards the adjacent bedroom. You groan, sitting down on the bed as he takes your shirt off.

“We were supposed to leave soon, Billy…” You whine, lifting your arms and watching as he lowers your shirt onto the carpeted floor.

He smirks, taking off his jacket and gently dropping it near your shirt.

“Yeah… but we got time. I don’t see any stupid fucking bikers around, do you?” He responds, unbuttoning his shirt as you crawl back on the bed.

You roll your eyes, seemingly annoyed at his callousness, making him laugh a bit. Billy tears off his shirt before crawling toward you as you lay against the pillows. He slots himself between your legs and hovers above you, resting his arms on either side of your head and looking down at you, smiling back. You don’t even give him a chance to think about his next move before you reach down and start unbuckling his belt, a little too eagerly. This makes him laugh again and he begins to help you with his belt, sitting up to tear it out of the belt loops. He roughly grabs both your wrists and affixes them to the headboard with his belt, tightening it once your hands are secure. You look up at your hands in a slight daze as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, making his way to your mouth.

Once he finally does, you immediately give in, moving your mouth slowly against his and taking as much as he was willing to give you. He seems to kiss back just as eagerly, though not wanting to show it outwardly too much. You fight against the belt restricting your hands, wanting to be able to touch him. You wanted to grab him by the shoulders, his biceps, rest your hands on his soft stomach, follow your fingers along his happy trail. Billy notices your struggle and starts unbuttoning his pants. He pulls off his jeans and boxers at the same time, throwing them somewhere on the motel room floor before inserting himself between your legs again. He grabs your hips and adjusts the both of you a bit until he’s lined up with your entrance.

“You good, honey?” He asks, running his length through your folds teasingly.

You whimper, bucking your hips up in an attempt to meet his but he rests a hand on your stomach.

“Patience is a virtue, darlin’,” Billy leans in close to your ear. “And we both know you need some more of that, don’t we?”

You groan and try bucking your hips up again, stopped repeatedly by his hand which has now slipped down to the top of your mound, his thumb close to your clit. He “tsks” at you, bringing his thumb down to your nub again as he slowly enters you. You both moan out, your mouth dropping open slightly as you look up at him in desperation. The exertion from your previous orgasm causes you to pant a little and makes it extra hard for Billy to remain in control.

“F- fuck… every time…” He chuckles weakly, staying still for a while.

You yank against the belt with a gasp as he finally starts to move, pumping himself in and out of you slowly with ease. He uses his thumb to rub against your clit again, matching the circling with his pace. The sound of his hips slapping against yours and the wetness continuously gathering in between your thighs was driving the both of you insane. Your plush thighs wrap around his hips, making him go ever so slightly faster.

You throw your head back, closing your eyes. Billy sees this and immediately grips your chin again, just as hard as the first time causing your eyes to snap open, pleading. You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for, you just knew you wanted- no, needed more. Billy looks at you, sensing your need, your craving. He holds your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, still delivering a steady pace of thrusts to your core, and gently coaxing your mouth open. Before you know it, he lets a glob of saliva drip from his mouth, letting it fall into your ready mouth before he kisses you roughly. Spit was slightly spreading between the both of your lips, building up before dripping down the side of your face and falling onto the pillow.

“Jesus, that’s so good,” he slurs against your wet lips. “ That’s so fucking good. You’re doin’ so good for me.”

He groans into your mouth, increasing his pace. The hand from your chin trails down your body, pinning your hips down with a steady force. His other hand keeps a steady pace on your clit. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building again, an orgasm way more intense than you’ve ever felt before. Billy, constantly changing his mind, takes the hand attached to your hip and he grips the headboard near your hands, causing it to hit the wall repeatedly. The creaking bed, Billy’s grunts of exertion, your weak noises with every thrust, it was almost too much to bear.

“Goddamn- “ He pants, cutting himself off. “God- you and this tight fucking cunt are gonna be the death of me.”

You could almost hear a muffled “shut the fuck up” on the other side of the wall in your trance, but the words go unacknowledged by the both of you. Billy seemingly makes his noises more apparent now, out of spite or pleasure, you’re not sure. Your feeble noises of ecstasy get louder with every thrust as you pull even harder against the belt around your wrists. Your sopping heat only seems to suck him in more and more the closer you both get, Billy starting to gasp slightly now from the labor. You look up at him, absolutely wrecked. Strands of his once gelled-back hair were falling in front of his face, spit was glistening against his lips, and his cheeks were flushed. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone look so fucking hot in your entire life. Little did you know, he thought the same thing about you looking so wrecked, just for him.

“You gonna cum for me, honey?” He grabs your wrists. “You gonna squeeze my cock so fucking good, right?”

That was the last thing you heard before coming undone, faster than either of you anticipated, you tightened your legs around him. You ball your hands into fists while screaming his name again. Billy’s thrusts falter as he comes undone with you, feeling you pulsing around him as he lets out a guttural moan. He continues to move inside of you, pushing his cum deeper, though stopping his relentless abuse to your clit the more you become sensitive. He eventually slows his thrusts as well before pulling out of you. You whimper slightly at the loss and the feeling of your mixed releases dripping out of you before Billy plops down tiredly by your side.

You stop pulling on the restraints in your weakened state, doing what you can to catch your breath while Billy does the same. You lay in silence for a few minutes, the sound of your breathing and the faint music coming from the bathroom the only noise being heard in the cramped, dingy motel room. You could almost hear a muffled “finally” coming from the other side of the wall as well, making you laugh softly. Eventually, the smell of sex invading your senses, you find the energy to pull on the belt again. This jerks the headboard and makes Billy jolt against the pillows, lulling him out of his sleep.

“You dick!” You gasp, “You were just gonna leave me here?”

He gives a frail laugh, loosening his belt and tossing it somewhere on the old carpet. You rub your wrists.

“I wasn’t, love. I was just…” He pauses, snaking an arm around your waist. “Resting my eyes.”

You scoff, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer while you run your other hand through his sweaty hair. “Sure, love. Sure…”

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Summary: A man named Daryl's world changes drastically when a virus wipes out half the world's population. Coming from a history of trauma and unrequited love, Daryl Dixon copes through the end of the world by writing in a leather-bound journal, as he tries to find tranquil in a world that is everything but. When his plans with his older brother go out the window, he finds himself conflicted as to whether or not he'd be better off alone. How can the end of the world make a man like Daryl feel things for a person, for people, he never thought he would?

Daryl Dixon x Reader Slowburn

A/n: I've never written a series before, especially one i intend on making very long [the length of the show basically]. This fic will be written mostly from Daryl's point of view and the things he experiences, but there will also be times when it shifts to reader's point of view (pov). The journal entries of his will precede events of each day in the twdu. Reader insert in this story is an oc, with their own backstory and things about them that will be revealed as the fic goes on.

Though I am writing reader with my own thought process and analyzation of how she would act or would look like, please feel free to use your imagination as to how reader would look in your mind. [Reader is you, of course]. That being said, I will not describe reader with any sort of highly specific detail, rather than a few other traits i have already written into reader's character.

Warnings: typical twd gore/violence, mentions of past abuse, scary situations and trauma, [smut eventually... it's going to be a while, sorry], Daryl being shy but also an asshole]

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I'm writing a longer fanfiction and hit a bout of writers block, so I decided to take a break and write something else. I've seen a lot of perv!Eddie fics, but not a whole lot of perv!reader. I've never written smut before, so I decided to give it a go. I am open to (begging for) any feedback. Also, I'm on mobile and can't figure out how to insert a break, so this is just a really long post. Whoops.

Summary: You catch your best friend Eddie in a compromising position and decide to have a little fun with it.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, masturbation (m and f), reader watches Eddie without his knowledge, penetration (p in v), there are probably a couple I'm forgetting, but basically just smut

Word count: 2.1k

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You didn't mean for it to happen. Eddie had invited you over to watch a movie, and you were bored at home, so you decided to show up a little early. It all started innocently, you swear. You got to his trailer and knocked on the door. There was no response, which was odd since his van was in the driveway. You walked around the side to his bedroom window to see if he was in there, and the sight before you did away with any innocence you might have previously claimed. There was Eddie, sprawled out on his mattress, eyes closed, with his hand around his cock, pumping, his fist up and down. You froze. You should look away. You should turn around and go home. That's not what you did. Instead, you looked around for any potential witnesses to your perverted indulgence. When you didn't see anyone, you inched closer to the window, eyes wide in awe. You could hear his moans of pleasure and felt a knot building in your core. You clenched your thighs together and began grinding against the seam of your jeans as your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong. This was so wrong. But that made it so much better.

"Y/N." Eddie let out a breathy moan and your eyes snapped open.

He must have seen you. But, no. His eyes were still closed, and his hands were still stroking that pretty cock, all the while he was moaning your name. You almost came right then and there. It was tempting to stay there watching until he finished. You imagined the thick spurts of white, hot cum that would shoot from his tip and cover his abdomen in a sticky glaze. Your mouth watered thinking about how sweet it would taste to lick it off of him. You had to get out of here.

You rushed home, and by the time you made it, it was the time you and Eddie had originally agreed on meeting. Not wanting him to worry, you called him.

"Hello?" His voice was slightly husky and you bit your lip trying to clear the dirty thoughts from your head.

"Hey, it's me. Something came up and I'm going to be a little late. Is that okay?" Your voice was shaky. You hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Oh. Yeah, that's fine. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine. I'm just running a little behind. I can be there in an hour?"

"Okay. Sounds good. I'll see you then."

You placed the phone back on the receiver and rushed off to your bedroom. You rifled through the drawers of your nightstand looking for your trusty vibrator. You stripped from the waist down and pressed the power button. The vibrator whirred to life as you laid back on the bed and pressed it to your throbbing clit, moving it in steady circles. The pleasure was instantaneous. Your brain replayed the scene of Eddie stroking himself and moaning your name. You trailed a hand up your body and began kneading your breast, imagining it was Eddie's hand that was pinching your nipples. Your hips bucked up into the vibrator and you let out a stream of high-pitched, whiny moans.You came harder and faster than you ever had, screaming Eddie's name. You clicked the vibrator off and lay there drawing shallow, ragged breaths as you came down from your high.

Clarity began to set in and the realization of what you had just done struck you. You had just spied on your best friend masturbating, and then ran off to masturbate to the thought of him masturbating to the thought of you. How were you supposed to face him after that? You chewed your lip pensively and decided the answer was: in a much sluttier outfit than you had been wearing.

You rummaged through the closet looking for the perfect outfit. You settled on a red lace top with an open back and just enough cleavage to garner attention, but not so much as to be obvious. You paired this with a black, leather miniskirt that clung to your curves and a pair of heels that accentuated those curves perfectly. You were going to have fun with this.

When you got back to Eddie's house and knocked on the door, he was not prepared for the sight before him.

"Hey-- whoa. You look..." He trailed off as his eyes wandered over body, practically drooling.

You batted your eyelashes innocently, "What?"

"What did you have to go do that involved you wearing something like that?" He asked and stepped aside so you could enter.

"You don't like my outfit?" You pouted.

"No, it's not that. It's just very... you know what? Never mind. It doesn't matter."

You shrugged, "You ready to watch the movie?"

You couldn't remember what the movie was or any details about it because you were too busy trying to rile Eddie up. It started with you kicking your heels off and snuggling up next to him on the couch. He was becoming visibly tense, and when you gently rested a hand on his knee, he stood up abruptly.

"I'll be right back." He said and walked off. He returned with a joint and sat back down next to you taking a slow, shaky drag. You had an idea. You made a dramatic show of stretching across him and plucking the joint from his hand. Taking your own drag, you ventured a glance at him. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed as he watched you intently. You slowly blew the smoke out and asked,

"You don't mind, do you?"

He shook his head and swallowed hard. This was all going according to plan. The movie finished with a few more "accidental" grazes and with the both of you getting higher by the second. When it was over Eddie looked at you and licked his lips pensively.

You tilted your head, "What's up?"

"That's what I was going to ask you, actually."

"What do you mean?" You feigned innocence, and fought to hold back your smirk.

"Well, first, you show up an hour late. Which is no big deal, except you're never late. Then, when you get here, you're wearing this--," He gestured toward you, "And you act like that's a perfectly normal outfit, and not at all distracting. And then you were all over me during the movie. What's going on? Is this some kind of joke?" There were tears pricking the corner of his eyes. He really thought you were just being mean.

Your heart hurt for just a second at his pain, but you quickly slipped back in to your confidence. Placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing gently you admitted,

"I have a confession to make."

Eddie raised his eyebrows and tilted his head toward you, gesturing for you to continue.

"I wasn't late today."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"I was actually here early."

He still didn't understand, so you continued.

"I got here and knocked on the door, but no one answered. So, I went around to your bedroom window to see if you were in there, and..." You trailed off waiting for him to connect the dots.

His eyes grew wide and his face was glowing red, "Oh! Oh my God! You saw me... oh my god! So what? You saw me jerking off and left?"

"Not exactly."

"What do you mean "not exactly?" Eddie's voice was raised, but he wasn't angry so much as embarrassed.

This was the part you were worried about. Once you told him he might get mad, but you had a gut feeling that he wouldn't.

"I watched you."

His mouth dropped open but he didn't say anything.

"And..." You took a deep breath. This was it, "I thought you looked so fucking sexy, I just had to get a closer look. And then I heard you moan my name. That's when I left." You paused to gauge his reaction. His mouth opened and closed a few times like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. You continued, "When I got home I called you. I had my hand in my panties the whole time, listening to your voice. Knowing what you had just been doing. I went to my bedroom and I used my vibrator and I came so hard, and I screamed your name."

"Holy shit." Eddie whispered.

"Are you mad?"

He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, placing your palm on the throbbing bulge in his jeans.

"Do I feel mad?"

You stepped closer to him and looked up.

"Wanna have some fun, pretty boy?"

In a flash, Eddie picked you up and shoved you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips met yours in a desperate, messy clash. He grinded into you and you threw your head back with a pleasure moan. Eddie took the opportunity to move his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and biting.

"Bed...room..." You sighed breathlessly.

He carried you down the hallway to his room and threw you down on the bed and pulled his shirt off. He stood over you for a moment before asking,

"How far do you want to take this?"

"All the way." You assured him.

Something changed in his expression. There was a new kind of fire in his eyes you'd never seen before.

"Take your clothes off." He ordered.

You obeyed with out question, sitting up on your knees and unzipping your skirt. You pulled your shirt off over your head and shimmied your skirt off over your hips, leaving you in nothing but your matching, lacy, black bra and panties.

"Jesus." Eddie breathed.

You stood up from the bed and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, maintaining eye contact with Eddie the whole time. It fell to the floor and he let out a guttural growl as he shamelessly palmed himself through his jeans. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and discarded them next to your bra, exposing your dripping cunt to Eddie who eyed it hungrily. He approached you quickly and ran a finger through your slick folds.

"This all for me?" He teased.

"All for you." You confirmed in a breathy whisper.

He began rubbing circles on your clit and leaned close to your ear, "You're so fucking beautiful. You know that? Fucking perfect."

You whimpered in response. You had come here tonight thinking you had the upper hand, but Eddie had taken control. He continued whispering in your ear.

"I can't tell you how long I've fantasized about this. About you." He plunged a finger into your entrance and you gasped.

"Are you gonna make my dreams come true?" He asked.

"I'm gonna be even better." You promised.

He pushed you back on to the bed and began taking his pants off.

"You're a fucking perv. Watching me jack off. Little slut." He pulled down his pants and boxers and his rock hard cock sprung free, "You're gonna have to make it up to me." He crawled over top of you and lined his cock up with your entrance. He gave you a look that asked 'Is this still okay?' And you nodded.

Slowly, he pushed into you, stretching you out. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, and then began thrusting in and out of you. After a few thrusts he began picking up the pace. You grasped at his hair and clawed at his back, looking for anything to ground you. He was filling you up perfectly and each stroke was bringing you closer to your climax at a speed you would have previously said was impossible.

"Fuck, Eddie! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cried as you unraveled into an incoherent, babbling mess.

Eddie grunted and began thrusting harder, "Is the little slut gonna cum for me?"

"Oh, God! Fuck, fuck! Yes! Eddie! I'm cumming!" Your orgasm ripped through you and before you had time to process, Eddie had pulled out of you and was pumping his cock with his fist.

"Where'd you want it?" He asked.

You wordlessly opened your mouth.

"Jesus fuck. You're gonna be the death of me." He moaned as he crawled up your chest and positioned himself over your mouth.

Within a few strokes he was releasing his load onto your tongue. You relished in the taste as you swallowed it down. Eddie collapsed on the bed next to you.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, rolling on his side to face you.

You followed suit and giggled, "From your wet dreams?"

"No, sweetheart, you were right." He pulled you close to him, "That was better than any wet dream."

[whoreforsexymen]

𝔸𝕤𝕜(𝕤)/ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥(𝕤) 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠 + 𝔽𝔸ℚ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Anything! Smut/NSFW or SFW drabbles, imagines, blurbs, series, & oneshots. However, it's necessary that your age be listed in your bio if you are requesting NSFW.

Only willing to write Self-Insert/2nd person POV. I might consider character x character if the pairing is good.

[READ CAREFULLY]

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT

- Necrophilia

- Pedophilia (Reader must be 18+)

- Vore/Cannibalism

- Incest (yes, even step siblings, etc.)

- Active Self Harm

- (There are more but I can’t think rn)

[Anyway! Onto the good stuff!!!]

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ?

(𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕖)

Vander

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Sevika

Jinx

Vi

Mel

Bolbok

Ekko

Benzo

Basically anyone, lol.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇɴʀᴇꜱ/ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ?

I'm open to any! Some honorable mentions are:

Angst

Fluff

AU's (any kind)

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Fix-it-fic

Songfic

Crackfic

Prompt fic (Prompt list in progress)

Any kind of reader preference (i.e. chubby, specific use of pronouns, POC!Reader, pregnant reader, etc.)

And lots more! I'm not too picky.

I love y'all so much and can't wait to get some requests! Don't be shy!! I'm sure I'm also missing stuff in this post, so if y'all want to inquire about something not listed, feel free to drop an ask anyway!! <3

[gladiatorcunt]

# RULES - ♱ ♱ ♱

“They're angelic symbols, passed on to mankind by the archangel Gabriel.”

+ general ::

♱ 18+ , no minors may interact. ageless blogs will be blocked. for blank blogs: if you have an age in your bio and you don’t seem like a bot, i’ll let it slide. tws will be tagged accordingly but lmk if i’ve missed any. requests are open and if you’re not sure if i write for a fandom/character, just ask. do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere. all writing is my own. dm’s and asks are also open

♱ dark fic & non dark fic topics welcome (specifics below but since i’ll definitely forget stuff, feel free to ask. will be more dark content focused overall though)

♱ no ultra specific requests (reader’s full appearance or background, basically outlining an entire fic that you should maybe write yourself, etc.)

♱ mainly smut reader inserts including those that vaginas and/or dicks w/ different terminology for specific parts being used on occasion (please understand that my readers won’t be neurotypical or all that extroverted as it’s hard for me to get in the headspace to write that. and also that having a certain style of dress, feminine or masculine, doesn’t mean that that reader is a man or a woman. & gn pronouns doesn’t always mean nb it just means a general they/them that anyone can read and imagine themselves in.)

♱ plus sized reader is the only physical trait i will typically involve (other than glasses sometimes) bc i’m plus sized (no hate to people who aren’t plus sized, i’m just tired, and i write for myself at the end of the day)

♱ i can’t shut up so requesting other parts is fine but please do so respectfully and with the understanding that it might not be a priority or that it might not happen

♱ trying to work and go to school so i don’t have a posting schedule. i also do not take requests atm but ideas/thirsts/suggestions are fine with the understanding that they may never see the light of day

♱ i reserve the right to not fulfill a request or write something i said i was going to if life gets in the way, i’m just not feeling it, or it’s a topic/fandom/character i don’t write for

# REQUESTING & ASKS - ♱ ♱ ♱

“One for every sin. So quite a few.”

[dune, the boys, elden ring, wuwa, & original content]

+ i won’t write ::

♱ extreme physical abuse (character enjoys hurting reader in whatever non sexual way or vice versa), cnc (triggering for me and not how i personally cope), scat, degradation, hardcore humiliation, whipping, exhibitionism where people are actually watching, cheating (character on reader), torture, hardcore bdsm, choking to the point someone passes out, anything involving frogs (same reason), child abuse/csa (reader can have a past that involves those things but no explicit descriptions), love triangles (they’re either poly by the end or not, i’m not into the tsitp type drama), pornstar au (not for me), blindfolds/object gags, pegging, unrequited love (let me be delusional), characters or reader making the other(s) jealous on purpose or because it’s funny (just a personal pet peeve), orgasm delay/denial, dom reader (will write this on occasion but it’s never a sure thing), only character x character

+ i will write ::

♱ pregnancy (either in the baby trapping way or otherwise), non dark fic topics, dub con, toxicity aside from cheating & physical abuse & bullying, obsessive/possessive behavior, oviposition, yandere, manipulation, kidnapping, gentle & slightly harder non con, wax play, psuedo-incest, rpf (no underage people obviously), knifeplay, face slapping, incest (ONLY WHEN IT COMES TO HOTD/ANY TARGARYEN YALL PLEASE-), omegaverse, vomit, pain play, monster/creature stuff, bondage/leashes, characters or reader as hybrids, age gap (no underage stuff anyway between minors but also no age gaps involving minors), au/s, female characters, oc x reader, etc.

+ don’t send messages about ::

♱ the crow remake & bill skarsgård (i’m 50/50 on him objectively but don’t push it, messages that focus more on him are fine i guess. it’s more the remake itself.)

♱ hades game spoilers, god of war ragnarok spoilers, honkai star rail spoilers, arkham knight trilogy spoilers, baldurs gate 3 spoilers, gotham knights spoiler, assassins creed odyssey and origins spoilers, borderlands presequel spoilers, persona 5 spoilers (or anything i mention currently reading or watching or playing

♱ deeply personal trauma/info that can doxx you (asking for advice is fine), i’m sympathetic but i’m a stranger on the internet. also nothing about hating kids or marriage or people in relationships, at my core i’m an obsessive romantic that wants to get married and have kids someday.

♱ asks that pretend to know me irl or be one of my mutuals, i am paranoid and i will believe you. anything about drugs (other than weed) and mental health medication/anti psychotics unless i’m asking for advice. no selfship stuff unless you’re my mutual, (you can interact obviously i just don’t wanna be messaged about it too heavily). and no hate towards subliminals or reality shifting

♱ any nightwing ship (and the dickbabs cheating thing) that’s not dickkory or him x me, i do not play about that man. so therefore, no nw slander unless i started it lmao.

♱ any anti spirituality or predatory/bigoted christian behavior (those spam sounding ‘you’re going to hell but jesus can save you’ youtube comments) . also no fear mongering when it comes to politics, and no ‘but voting for kamala won’t do anything’ (if you’re in the us just don’t vote for trump idgaf).

♱ meeting my faves irl (esp hayden christensen), i’m so happy for you objectively but my eyes will twitch out of my head.

♱ lewd things directed at me, no strong flirting if you’re not a mutual i’ve known for a bit, any vagueness that my ND brain could not pick up on (say what you mean and i’d appreciate tone tags).

♱ cw dc shows (other than smallville) & disney star wars (check my about me for the shows i like), any strong love for han solo (he’s just a guy to me and also atton rand clears).

♱ eddie munson, tengen uzui from demon slayer, or eren yaeger (sorry, also don’t ask about stranger things or attack on titan in general). also no drake meat riding (i’m a kendrick fan)

♱ the stereotype that southern people are dumb/etc. any hate towards people in extremely rural areas specifically (don’t call me a redneck that gives me the biggest ick)

♱ the whole scott/logan/jean/her clone/emma thing. my main x-men ships are cherik, scott/logan, logan/nightcrawler/storm, mystique/hank, logan/storm, jean/storm, logan/nightcrawler, rogue/gambit, & bobby drake/johnny storm.

♱ anything overtly negative and pessimistic, including sui ideation and/or you having a GENUINE psychotic break or mental breakdown. (i wouldn’t recommend a hotline immediately but if you don’t have a trusted person in you’re circle to talk to they can maybe get you through that moment.)

♱ a demand for a follow4follow type relationship, ‘i’ll reblog your fic ONLY if you’llreblog mine’, any obviously conditional support for example: don’t follow and then once i’ve followed back or reblogged with your posts, unfollow me.

♱ batman being an abusive dad & damien slander, anything having to do with slade or trigon (teen titans trauma, also don’t ask about teen titans go), the ric grayson plot, dc live action movie flash & aquaman (justice league 2004 aquaman is my fav aquaman)

♱ anti anakin/hayden’s acting slander or overtly pro jedi opinions, DO ask me about star wars lore & it’s universe in general bc it’s my number one interest.

♱ larian studios meat riding, hate towards ascended astarion and the people that like him, any mention of that one writer who’s name starts with a w, durgetash/gortash, any astarion ship that’s not him x tav or x reader (esp him x gale), downplaying wyll’s treatment, hate towards evil route players.

♱ pro daemon targaryen sentiments (or disrespectful hotd fandom war behavior of any kind). i’m team green but i love characters from both sides and also it’s not a real war!

if you’re uncomfortable with any of the above topics, filter the tag/content so you won’t have to see it from me

- gladiatorcunt 2023 ++ intro.

[celestie0]

🪷 I have been summoned. ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

These guys will never give up on the horny agenda will they 😭 it's been months wallahi I still remember the last time you got asks like these and like..okay I get it everyone gets horny occasionally but there's several stories that will cater to your needs of the moment. Hell just search up the tags #(insert character) smut and you'll get that shit.

I don't think the anon meant it in a pushy way but seriously on your end I can't even imagine the pressure it must put on you. Like imagine tens of people sending you stuff like this, then on top of that the cunts who send hateful, catty asks over STORIES and HEADCANONS. I'm actually so sorry dude. Forget about touching grass these people need a shot of chlorophyll injected straight to their bloodstream.

I think so much of this brain rot is because as a reader the effort isn't that significant on our end. 15-20 mins of reading and maybe a like or comment if necessary and that's all. As the writer on the other hand? So many hours spent in just coming with ideas, even more hours trying to articulate said ideas and make it coherent and fun to read, even more hours editing that stuff. Whew bitch. I remember why I gave up on my blog now 😭 but back to the point it's a major imbalance of effort and time put into the work from the parties. And after a point these people start feeling like they are owed their own specific fantasies and needs and it's just..girl I get it it's a self insert y/n fic but dj your kitty and go back to sleep instead of pestering an already tired and anxious writer.

You're god's strongest soldier Elliebear we love you. You and all the writers who put so much love and effort into your work only to get stuff like this in return.

HIIIII lilypad anon omg hope you’re doing well <33 also every time i read one of your asks i’m always reminded of how fucking funny you are 😂 the chlorophyll line sent me to the moon bahhaha. tysm for always coming to my support n rescue 🥺💕

AAA yea ikk like the fuckin kickoff smut asks too like bruh. i understand that i get new followers periodically that haven’t seen my posts addressing my issue w these types of asks, but like?? is it not also just basic decency? lol. i’ve been reading fanfics since i was like 12 y/o and i’ve never sent an author a rude asf ask or pushy comment like that…i can’t always keep giving these ppl the benefit of the doubt.

yea i mean i felt really awful when i responded to that ask about an hour after all my anger subsided lolol, because i can acknowledge that it’s not just the anger towards that particular anon, but also just a combination of all the asks i’ve gotten that just want smut. like, i’m ALREADY self conscious about writing smut, and i’m ALREADY self conscious about the lack of smut in my fics. these asks just make those feelings of anxiety increase ten-fold, and then i become too paralyzed to write anything.

yes i 100% agree w you, there’s definitely an imbalance of effort and i think the way you put it is perfect lol i could never put that thought into words the way you did haha. although it’s ultimately my decision to write and i’d never pressure ppl to interact w my work, i think because there is inherently such an imbalance of effort, some entitled readers suddenly think that they are OWED my time and OWED their hyperspecific fantasies to be included in my fics.

idk i’m like kinda getting carried away here i’m also pms’ing so bad i think that’s why this whole situation is messing me up more than usual 😂 but anywho thanks so much for supporitng me lilypad bb :(( i’m so grateful to have you as a reader. and yes! i’ve seen similar situations w my writer moots as well, so all the love extends to them too. i think writers really need to stand up for ourselves more often so these ppl fuckin learn n don’t do the same shit w other authors or in other fandoms

much love <3 ellie 🐸

[ktittycat]

My lord I was awaiting so much for the regulus fic!! Ml I have impressed beyond my imagination, also if u don't mind can u tell me what u basically think while writing smut, I wanna do it too but don't really know where to start? Thanks for the help tho ofc if u don't feel like it, no pressure!!

i’m always willing to help i’m just not good at giving advice :(

i’m usually imagining what i write in my brain im thinking on how to make my writing enjoyable to read, like correct grammar and correct punctuation

when i write smut i don’t really try to use like… fancy words… yk? my vocabulary isn’t that big so i use words that are lewd and inappropriate cuz i like writing smut like that😭

i also just think of what i’d like to read if i was reading someone else’s fanfic. i like to do ideas or write a character in a way no one else has done yet if that makes sense .

most of my smuts don’t have plots— that’s why it was so difficult for me to make THREE parts of perv! regulus bc at that point i’d have to create a plot

since ur new to writing start with small drabbles and small scenarios and write stuff that pleases you. write stuff that you want to read bc in my opinion , writing something that i wouldn’t even read myself is boring and it makes it harder to finish actually writing

i’m a very “self insert” type of girl. i like to imagine myself as the reader. the character i’m writing smut for— the dialogue that they speak is something i’d want to hear as well if that makes sense

anyways i hope my lil yapping sesh helped ! i barely started writing as well, so dw, im learning too <3

[makuzume]

🔅About Me + Rules!🔅

Call me Makuzume or Kuzume! (Or whatever other nickname you want)

Not a minor || He/She/They || Non-binary

Arts student (Animation & Film)

C6 Xiao main and Xiao lover <3

When interacting we can be sweet OR chaotic >:D Completely platonic + affectionate interactions! Using any petname is okay! (babe, loves, bestie, dude, bro, girl, etc.)

Leave any comment on my post/my asks PLS because my will to live comes from 50% writing and 50% whatever tf you say to me I love reading them

Kindly refrain from using unclear sarcasm/vague statements pls sometimes I can't tell and I don't want to misinterpret helppp💀 (personal skill issue)

Fandoms: Genshin Impact and Jujutsu Kaisen

✅Accepting requests for:

Fluff

NSFW/Smut (except underaged characters)

SMAU/Texting imagines

Imagines/headcannons

Angst to comfort, comfort only, or angst only (YES pls hurt me)

AUs/Alternative endings for my other posts

x reader

Character x character (multishipping allowed)

Single character or multiple character reqs

Non-ship fics (or something like a character's inner dialogue thing)

Platonic or romantic themes

Pride themes🏳️‍🌈 (I'm not straight)

Readers, by default, would become gn! unless necessary for the request. But I will write for AFAB, AMAB, Fem, Masc, and Queer reader.

Physical features, clothing appearances, gender is kept as vague as possible to have better self insertion <3

Send a req anyway if you're not sure if it's okay ^^

❌NOT Accepting:

Underaged NSFW content (kissing, hugging, holding hands, and light stuff is okay)

Minor x Adult be it minor!charac x charac/charac x minor!reader (pdf-philia is a huge hard pass for me)

Inc3st

Aging up minors for heavy NSFW content

R4pe/Unconsensual NSFW

NSFW sl4ve-master dynamic

Mei Mei in JJK because she practically checks out this entire list

Readers with specific physical characteristics (e.g. brown hair, curly locks, pale skin, blue eyes) because it's not necessary for the plot and removes the purpose of 'x reader' being for everyone.

Requests for Xiao from Genshin. (Not because I hate him. I love him actually. I love him so much I would not be able to contain my emotions and transform into a wolf and start howling. I consume Xiao fics and art like air. I am not normal for him. I once had to abstain from him because my heart rate kept going up and my face kept flushing and I'd get hazy and start crying. This is for my health.)

Disclaimer: would post them in the order of whichever reqs I've daydreamed enough ideas to write about, not in the order they came in!

I often get side tracked on what I want to write so I will mostly publish according to what I felt like making

Also, I'm a student so I'm balancing my college degree and my true nerdy life calling as a fanfic author so pls wait patiently!💕

🫂Socials:

@Kuzume_art on X/Twitter (@Makuzume on X for dark art)

@Makuzume basically everywhere but this leads to my main art acc on Behance

@Makuzume for my quirky music choice on Spotify

Makuzume (UID 830090939) on Genshin (You'll know it's me if it has complete short kings) Inbox me so I can accept u ^^

Additional: I share Palestine donation asks from my inbox, but I try my best to not share any suspicious fundraisers

[echoes-lighthouse]

The Fanfics For Each Of My Selfships (and whether I've written them yet)

Jester No, I haven't written it! But it would be a series of oneshots starting with my s/i leaving home, then travelling through the country, then meeting the Mighty Nein, and I'd skip through canon events from there <3

Tate Yes, I've written the first 15k words but haven't actually gotten to Tate yet :P It's a complete rewrite, starting with my s/i moving into the house and slowly meeting the neighbors, the residents, and figuring out the secrets

Himiko Yes, I wrote the first couple of chapters as a reader-insert fic before I officially made it a self-insert! It was a fic where each chapter was going to be the reader getting with another member of the League of Villains, and it would go through each one with a smut scene to explore their character and relationship.

Tomura I've written the first chapter twice but I don't know where I keep saving it. But yes, I want to write a reader-insert fic where they meet when Tomura is de-aged and the reader takes care of him and then he disappears and then the whole slow developments happen from there

Vox and Valentino Nope, but I think it would be fun! A reader-insert fic that doesn't really do any character development, but is just basically an opportunity to request your favourite Hazbin character getting dommed? That sounds like a good time.

Evil Slasher Orphanage No, I don't think I'd write a fanfiction in that universe, but maybe it would be fun! I'll have to think more about it. I feel like I care too much about them and I'd want it to be a 100k monstrosity and I'd never have the energy to make it happen.

(secondaries under the cut)

Alex No, I haven't written a fic for us. Throwing myself that heavily into Nadsat might strike me dead.

The Joker Yes, I wrote a fanfiction with my self-insert back when the selfship first happened! A lot of my lore is pulled directly from that fic.

Toshinori Yagi I haven't written our fanfiction, and I don't have any plans to: but I wouldn't be opposed to it! It would make a weird reader-insert fic because my Quirk is so specific, but at the same time, I don't know if I'd want to write it as a selfship fic. You know?

Zero Rick Nah, I don't have much interest in writing for the Rick and Morty multiverse. It's such a distinctly video format, with all the rambling and vocal quirks: I don't often enjoy reading fics about the characters, and I can't imagine I'd enjoy writing them.

Valerie Frizzle We're such a domestic selfship I have no idea what I would actually write about! Maybe a oneshot about us getting together?

Oops I ran out of energy but I'll say that I've written the first 7k of my Monokuma selfship fic, and the first chapter or two of my Dirk selfship! And the first 4 chapters of my Jonah Magnus selfship fic, which is probably one of the ones I'm proudest of.

I think that writing my Cecil selfship would be fun, but I don't think I'm interested in the rest of them.

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(Not hate) okay so about that one controversial fic. I’m not gonna say anything bad about but I’m actually just genuinely curious why you decided to write something like that? Considering that there’s way less controversial things to write about, why did you decide to write that?

i think i answered something similar a while ago, but it got lost on my blog bc i am incapable of tagging things properly lol i can never find anything

i am a person that likes to be challenged. i like taking an unusual or controversial concept and exploring it (one of the reasons i invented and did kink!week, where i challenged myself to write abt unusual/odd/misunderstood kinks and tried to make it genuinely hot, even if i personally wasn't necessarily into it). truth is, i got bored with the fanfic community and the type of content that was preferred, and i was honestly bored with it for a while before writing this fic. no hate to fandom writers -- i think there is a place and an audience for everyone, but i craved a different type of content, both to read and to write. i felt like i was expected to throw out fics that are basically all a variation on the same concept, and i felt i'd go nuts if i read one more larissa x teacher!reader self-insert fic. i felt like the content was just used for self-insert gratification and porn with little to no plot or actual character exploration/development. and honestly, nothing wrong with that, but i was hungry for stories with substance, or even slightly more imaginative smut, if we're talking smut (and let's be real this is a very horny fandom lol).

so one morning i was scrolling through the Webbed Site, as one does, and i stumbled upon a larissa x wednesday fic by a person whose username i honestly don't even remember, but they were not a popular or a known creator. and i was like, what the hell, let's see if this is cringe and if it is i can be Outraged with my wife later. and while Some of it was cringe, i felt like there was actual substance to the story and that their dynamic made sense, even if there were bits that i disliked and the grammar was very poor. and i was like, wow, that actually felt refreshing to read, even with its many flaws. at least it was original.

so i started to wonder -> under which circumstances would these two characters actually make sense? how do i create a world in which that relationship would work? i love to challenge myself as a writer, and i thought about it until i came up with a narrative that could support my idea!

i am honestly surprised by how many people are appalled by the concept of ageing up a character? that has been around for as long as fandom exists. i didn't think it would be *that* controversial, and if you read my story i honestly don't think there is anything Outrageous in it. in fact, i think it's much, much tamer than MANY popular fandom works. i expected some backlash bc people are generally close-minded online and have very Specific ideas abt what is Moral and what is Not, but i didn't expect people to go *this* nuts lol. i am better prepared for next time, i guess

and even if my work was like. Immoral and Horrible, it's fiction. if you don't like it, don't read it. i feel we encounter a genuine problem when people try to control and police other people and the type of content that gets written and posted -- a lot like young people trying to erase "problematic tags" from ao3. i am not saying certain things aren't problematic, but there is a distinction to be made between fiction and real life. people are allowed to write about whatever they want to write about, and it doesn't make them criminals, murderers, pedophiles, or morally corrupt and evil.

i honestly think most people who have accused me of promoting pedophilia wouldn't recognise sexual abuse if it was happening before their eyes irl lol. and besides, i never said oh go fuck your former teacher, that's a great idea!!! (i know fandom people who have bragged abt doing that though lol) i have simply written a story about two characters that are both consenting adults, and you can take it or leave it.

i am, in fact, writing a new fic that does deal with pedophilia, ephebophilia to be precise with my terminology, sexual assault and cycles of abuse -- how and why they happen and whether they can be broken and how. it's a very personal story and i pull a lot from my own life experience with sexual abuse as a minor. it's, obviously, not a romance or a ship story, but it *is* set in the wednesday universe -- and i am SURE i will get another bout of "kill yourself" messages, to which i say, i don't give a shit. i think people who send that type of shit are sad and deranged -- and tbh, you can send me those day in and day out and i would still i post whatever the fuck i wanted. i got angry with all the ignorance and hate that i witnessed after i published "particular" and i now feel the need to write what people think they witnessed in my story.

all that being said, i am also a person that likes to poke at the status quo. my answer to "why" is "why not?" so you can take that as you will. i am not harming anybody and i don't see why i should be apologetic about writing a fic that i wanted to write.

i appreciate you asking a genuine question and not hiding behind anon! this is my genuine answer, and i hope it's somewhat satisfying -- if not, that's too bad bc it's the only one i've got.

[stopdyingnow]

How I Write Basically ;_;

When writing a fic tbh I don't really actively try to come up with ideas but whatever shower thought comes to my mind or something that is based on what actually happened to me. Something that can be relatable to everyone. I don't give a specific backstory to the reader in stories since these are mainly just random one-shots and don't really connect. Like for the outcast fic: It's based on how I've felt at times, and I'd imagine a character such as *cough* Aki comforting me. I mean like, c'mon. Who wouldn't want him for comfort?? *Ahem* Off-topic, sorry. But basically, I'd just let a shower thought flow naturally with a character or smth comforting me, get an idea, write how I felt at that moment to make it realistic and relatable, then add how I think the said comfort character would react. I want to make it realistic, any scenario a person can be put in, and it's important I know what it's like so that it isn't inaccurate. However of course I do not make it to the point it's a self insert, no. I be sure to make reader's personality sort of blank so you can insert your own personality in it, while still adding some, "pizz-azz" to it. Y'know?

So what I do in conclusion: Get a real life scenario where I want comfort, imagine what a character would do, describe the scenario in writing, add the character and what I think they would do, edit, get over-obsessed with it and flip out over the smallest error of words, repeat, post, done.

That's all.

:)

And no I'm not writing smut anytime soon since I'm asexual in case you're asking, you horny mfer. _^_

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19, 22, 24 and 32! ❤️

Oh thanks for asking 💜 I’m gonna put my rambling under a cut.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I have been reading fanfic since I was about twelve, starting with LotR, but the earliest thing I really remember writing were these stories about this group of online-turned-offline friends that I had when I was fifteen. We all wrote a different ‘alternate universe’ versions of our little group going on some adventure. In hindsight, the stories were relatively cringey and obviously full of inside jokes, but to put it in cliche terms, it ignited a spark. Around that same time I read a really popular HP/marauders fanfic that actually inspired me to read the HP books and then I was brave enough/inspired to write my first fanfics. At first I wrote something that I thought people would want to read (in my own language) so I tried writing stuff like Sirius/Remus, and I was so used to constant praise for my writing (because my readers were all my friends) that it started to feel fake almost. Eventually I just wanted to write something that nobody I knew would ever see, so I chose a username nobody would think to connect to me, started writing in English and wrote something I actually wanted to write which was a self-indulgent, practically self-insert OC romance fic. Cringe, maybe. But so much fun.

So I’ve been writing on and off for nearly 18 years, mostly off, and you don’t even need all your fingers and toes to count the things I’ve finished. I’m not the most productive. It’s the same as with any hobby; I get really into it for a while and then eventually it fizzles out. I take breaks that last months, years even. I am at a point where I don’t know if I’ll ever call myself a good writer, but there are certain parts of my writing that I actually really love. For the first time I’m also writing with intent and not just making stuff up as I go along and I want to challenge myself a little more, exploring some darker themes etc.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Not very. I am generally an organized person, but when I write I put the whole story and everything related to that into one Google Doc. I can’t stand having to switch between documents or having anything separate.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

Honestly? Not enough probably. When I have an idea for a story, it can be anything from one scene that evolves into something entirely different or a whole story arc that just appears out of thin air. Like, Kendall/Avery literally started off as ‘Kendall meets a girl in rehab and has sex with her’ and was meant to be a one shot. And Lukas/Gia came to me sort of fully formed late at night. My plans are usually very short, just a quick list of things that happen in each chapter. Since I write exclusively romance/smut/relationships, I start writing from the point where the characters meet because that’s usually very clear in my mind, and then I write a bunch of unrelated scenes that I have already imagined taking place. Eventually I backtrack to the actual beginning and try to write chronologically, but it’s a lot of back and forth and connecting these scattered scenes with each other. But there is always a plan, even if it is constantly evolving it doesn’t fundamentally change, and I always know what I’m writing towards. So basically, no, I don’t do a lot of prep work, but while I’m writing I’m working on the entire story at once. I also don’t like prep work, but it is helpful and it keeps me in check.

Back when I did zero planning, I started writing and posting a Bucky Barnes/OC story chapter by chapter and it went off the rails a little bit and eventually turned into a Tony Stark/OC story which… made sense and it was kind of like the characters had a life of their own, but obviously that wasn’t what my readers had signed up for. If I had a plan, maybe that wouldn’t have happened or I would’ve realized it was inevitable while planning. Idk. That story was/is 130k words and technically I never finished or wanted it to end where it did, but I lost interest and a few years later I came back to it to see that it had run its course and the ending actually kind of worked as ‘the finale.’ Sometimes I have a hard time ending things; a plan helps with that.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

“You all know, don’t you, that if people are frightened very often, they sometimes become invisible.”

From the short story The Invisible Child by Tove Jansson. And I don’t know if it’s this line specifically, but off the top of my head this is a story that comes to mind as something that has held meaning for me since I was young and now again as a parent. It’s about Ninny, who has literally turned invisible due to living with her child-hating, abusive aunt. In a nutshell: she comes to live with the Moomin family, finds respect and love and learns to speak for herself. In many ways I relate to Ninny a lot and I think somewhere along the way I overcorrected and instead of being invisible, people pleasing and afraid I became almost confrontational and too tough. Inside I will always be Ninny, though.

Ninny in the Moomin anime

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Hello! Welcome to my Request Guidelines! Here is everything you need to know about requesting what I can or cannot write due to your request.

Last updated: 08.10.2024

Things about requesting

• Status: active at the moment

• Requests are open

I do any kind of reader:

• Fem!reader

• Male!Reader

• Gn!Reader

• Insert <character's last name>!Reader

• BF!Reader (Boyfriend!Reader)

• GF!Reader (Girlfriend!Reader)

• BSF!Reader (Best Friend!Reader)

• Partner!Reader

• Sister!Reader

• Brother!Reader

• Sibling!Reader

• Daughter!Reader

• Teen!Reader

• Son!Reader

• Child!Reader

• Wife!reader

• Husband!Reader

• Spouse!Reader

• Fiance!Reader

• Teacher!Reader

• Professor!Reader

• Boss!Reader

• Blind!Reader

• Deaf!Reader

• God!Reader

• Goddess!Reader

• Black!Reader

• Latina!Reader

• Asian!Reader

• Immortal!Reader

• Mortal!Reader

• Mutant!Reader

• X-Men!Reader

• Avenger!Reader

• Co-Worker!Reader

• Artist!Reader

• Injured!Reader

• Insecure!Reader

• Barista!Reader

• Hispanic!Reader

• Wakandan!Reader

• Cheerleader!Reader

• Actress!Reader

• Actor!Reader

• You can request fanfics, imagines, headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, or one-shots with any of these insert!reader with any character from the fandoms I'm in or a movie/TV show.

• I also write series as well.

You can also request using writing prompts

I write...

• enemies to lovers

• angst

• friends to lovers

• slow burn

• platonic

• fluff

• mutual pining

• oblivious pining

• soulmate au

• multiverse crossover (basically reader goes to a another universe)

• highschool au

• poly relationships

• historical au

 • college au

 • highschool au

 • modern au

 • royalty au

 • celebrity au

 • 1920s au

 • 1930s au

 • 1940s au

 • 1950s au

 • 1960s au

 • 1970s au

 • 1980s au

 • 1990s au

 • crossover au

• song fics (you can go to my Spotify profile search up characters playlist you want to request and choose a song from that playlist and that will be the title of your request)

So please do request this

I don't write or I won't be accepting requests that includes...

• smut

• nsfw related themes

• cheating

• incest/stepcest

• abusive or toxic relationships with <character's name> (I can do past exes with readers, however. Or the reader was in the past abusive relationship fic)

• teacher/professor!<character's name> x student!reader

• underage character that's in a intimate relationship with a character that's 18 or over

• or dark/possessive/yandere themes

• I don't have a organized schedule to write and post at the moment, but my inbox is always available and requests are always welcome!