#but well in the end it is a smutty fanart

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I'm so happy y'all like the birthday drawing 🛸✨❤️

It's a WIP but I like it so much already.

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Don't Be Shy

Title: Don't Be Shy

Pairing: Young!Snape x Young!Fem!Reader (ALL CHARACTERS OF AGE!)

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: Severus’s dorms, End of Seventh Year.

Theme: Drunken shenanigans with smutty goodness and praise 🖤

Inspired by: THIS fanart of Young!Snape by @simper-maximus who gave me permission to write a fanfic for it 🥰

A/N: So, hello there, it’s been a hot minute - hasn’t it? 👀🙈

As some of you know my life is CRAZY atm, not only with work but we’re moving and all that goodness as well so I’ve been inactive for a while here even if I’ve done my best to log on and try to add to our lovely community.

However, I saw this fanart of our young Snape yesterday (do check the post linked above and give it some love) and just felt inspired. So here’s a little smutty goodness of our beloved Snape at an age I rarely write - you know me loves, I want our dungeon bat on the more mature side but this young Snape just made my fingers itch. I hope you’ll enjoy it ���

ABBR.: Y/N - Your Name

Warnings: Ejaculation, Climaxing, Masturbation, Alcohol Consumption, Provocative Language/Actions, Slight Fluff, Slight Aftercare, Praise, Shame, Praise Kink, Inexperienced!Snape, Experienced!Reader, Confident!Reader, Kissing, Oral Sex, Stripping.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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The sound of Moon Rage filled the room, the band’s hypnotic tunes with its edgy female singer easily overpowered any other sound. Or, perhaps, he was simply drunk and couldn’t filter out the loud sound of the record player.

Why he’d accepted your request to meet up, why he’d allowed you to smuggle alcohol into his room, why he’d agreed to you locking the door while whispering about the others being at the unauthorized graduation party by the abandoned greenhouse and not returning for hours to come — well, he couldn’t answer any of the sluggish thoughts that sneaked through his usually overcrowded brain for a few seconds.

It was quite desolate at the moment though. Only one thought echoed through the haze of alcohol after the questions fizzled out, you. The way you danced between his bed and wardrobe at the furthest left side of the room. Your hips swayed, and your hands skimmed atop your clothes. Your skirt hitched up, your slightly too-small shirt revealing every single curve of your upper body and the dangling of your tie across your chest was as hypnotic as the music.

He couldn’t believe you were there. Singing about being touched, humming about feeling like you could breathe under the sensual caress described in the song. You were magnificent in the dim candlelight. And he was hard. His cheeks flushed. His hand squeezed the fabric of his robe spread out on the couch from where he had an uninterrupted view of you.

You spun around — a new song filling the room with an even more sensual beat — and he blushed deeper as you smiled at him. You seemed less affected by the alcohol, or you were a more experienced drinker. The entire situation was new to him. Everything about it was so wholly new on every level and he barely knew what to do with himself.

You swayed your hips as you moved closer, he tensed and you smirked. Your eyes were alight with something he could only describe as mirth. Mirth and warmth. He was warm all over too, his cock strained against his trousers and jerked as your eyes darted down to it. Embarrassment filled him as you watched his tented pants with the highly visual outline of his erection intently.

“Like what you see, Sev?” you asked with a purr to your voice he’d never heard you speak with before as you dragged your hands up along your thighs, hitching the hem of the skirt up along with the motion — baring your black knickers. You moved differently, showed a new side to you he hadn’t ever even imagined you had. You were so sweet, so pure, so gentle normally. How could he not have noticed this side of you that made his heart hammer and pound so harshly yet your control was also comforting — it baffled him but his body was alight and too strung up for him to think further on it.

His fingers squeezed the fabric within his hand harder, his heart drummed as he watched your fingers trail up along your sides while tugging up the shirt before you unbuttoned it. The black bra matching your knickers came into view as you dragged it off and threw it on his bed while his breath caught in his throat — nerves coiled within him but the alcohol wouldn’t allow him to panic.

Severus gulped while it felt as if his cheeks were on fire, his cock nearly ready to explode. No, don’t-, hold it, don’t— “Sev?” you asked, interrupting his frantic thoughts. “Don’t you like me? Don’t you like what you see?” you continued with a shy smile but your tone, it wasn’t uncertain or worried about his answer. You sounded confident, sounded perfectly aware of what he was thinking.

“I-, I do,” he confessed — his voice slightly pitched despite it having become much darker over the last two years — as you moved your hips in a figure-eight. The way your stomach moved along with that motion, how your breasts bounced ever so slightly, and how you smiled almost wickedly at him had him in a twist of want-corded tension and he had never experienced sensations as strong as he now did.

“Won’t you show me, Severus?” you asked as you undid the button and zipper of your skirt, shimmying out of it. He gulped and panted while his cock jerked and his balls drew up, his body begging for release.

He’d dreamt of your body. He’d jerked off in the shower with the fantasies of your touch and moans. You had overtaken every whim of his hormone-riddled body, for over a year. A year of torture watching you from afar, knowing he’d never have a chance with someone like you. Someone so perfect.

“Y/n, please…” he exhaled while his body began to tremble with the restraint of not coming. But you merely tilted your head while keeping up your seductive dancing. “Be good for me, Sev…” you said just loud enough to be heard over the music as you moved yet another step toward him. The gloomy dungeon-like room with its green and silvery shades felt too hot.

Your bare skin glistened with a slight perspiration, little beads of salty water glittering in the low light that his mind screamed of wanting to lick up. His cheeks turned hotter still, his hand moving up to his mouth to contain his tongue and the involuntary moan slipping out.

Your eyes moved down to his trousers again, your gaze focused wholly on the pulsing erection he couldn’t do anything about while he watched you with a mixture of shame, need, and pure horniness while he squeezed the robe tighter in his hand, pressing his hand to his mouth harder as he moaned again when you stroked your breasts through your bra. Don’t come, don’t come… By Merlin, she’s so beautiful…

“Don’t be shy, Sev…” you hummed as you unclasped your bra. “Be a mess for me, like I am for you…” you continued as your breasts were exposed and he gasped while you toyed with your pebbled nipples. He groaned and sank into the sofa further, straining in every manner possible. You threw your head back with a moan and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The sweet moan you let out made him sag as his trousers were stained with his cum, bleeding through the fabric while he closed his eyes as little tears lined the edges of them. He was so embarrassed, so relieved, so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself as his cock kept pulsing, squirting wave after wave of cum sticking to his cock, underwear, and trousers. How embarrassing… How do I ever look you— “You’re so beautiful like this, Sev. All messy and bothered, all flustered and so cute…” you said, again interrupting his thoughts while the last tremor left his body and his cock softened in the mess he’d made — that you’d made of him.

He jerked as your hands landed on his knees, making him open his eyes only to find you between his legs with the most beautiful look of satisfaction, with want and pride in your eyes as you looked up at him. The shame he’d felt a second ago vanished as your hands stroked up along the inside of his thighs with nothing but glazed hunger in those inviting eyes he’d often daydreamed of.

“You did so good, Sev. I’m so proud of you for holding out so long. Such a good boy,” you said with praise and reassurance in your voice that did things to him he couldn’t explain or understand. “I-, I’m a mess,” he said, feeling his heart race as your fingers began undoing the button of his trousers with a smirk as you glanced up at him through your lashes. “Just how I want you,” you whispered with that tone of praise again. “A mess for me, with that sweet look of surrender… Makes all my fantasies of you pale in comparison.”

He felt elated, assured, and wanted when you spoke to him like that. It was wholly new to him, new territory and unknown terrain. It felt good. He felt so good under your hands, viewing, words, and voice. He felt good, and hearing you fantasised about him as he did about you eased a little knot in his stomach.

But then your hands were pulling down his soiled trousers, tugging down the waistband of his underwear until his spent cock became visible and he had to look away from you. Embarrassed by the mess, triggered by the salty smell of his own cum as it wafted up. “Let me clean you up, sweetie,” you said and he jolted. Before he had time to ask what you had meant, your hand grabbed his cock gently and your lips encased the slack member a second later.

The heat of your mouth, the look of your head moving between his legs made his eyes widen and his body erupted in a shocked burning. His heart instantly thundered, his pulse roared in his ears as he watched you lick up his cum, sucking and licking his cock with tender care.

He jerked as your tongue swiped the crown. “Oh, you’re such a good boy,” you praised as he began to harden anew. “Y/n,” he panted as you encircled him again, “p-please,” he protested with need and confusion. He’d never been able to get hard right away after coming before. “Hush, sweetie, let me taste you,” you said softly before he felt the hand you’d had on his thigh disappear.

You moaned around him and he jerked within your mouth, throwing his head back as he stiffened. You began stroking at his root while your tongue teased and swirled around the tip. He tensed as pleasure soared through him in an entirely new way, his last climax still loomed over him.

He looked down at you, feeling hot beyond belief as he watched you suck his cock while pleasuring yourself — all while being between his legs, on your knees yet in control of everything. I’m dreaming, I’m drunk and dreaming, he tried to convince himself but the sensations were too real, too palpable, too perfect for his head to be able to conjure such a dream.

You panted around him, moaning and humming while he watched you work yourself up further. The entire room began spinning around him while his hands squeezed the robe beneath him, the music and sounds of you invading him, the feel of your touch overwhelmingly perfect, the smell of your arousal and his cum mixing and mingling in the air.

His hips jerked as you suckled him. He watched you hollow your cheeks and never before had pleasure erupted so violently within him. He moaned, feeling self-conscious about the way his body was jerking and tensing, how he was burning up and desperate for a second release but terrified he wouldn’t be able to despite how good you made him feel.

You moaned around him, your rhythm faltering while your hand tightened around his root. Your movements turned erratic — hasty and needy. His own breath hissed out between his teeth as he felt his balls draw up. “Come for me,” you moaned around his cock. “Be good for me,” you exhaled before sucking harder. “Please-, please I can’t—” His words were interrupted as you moaned and shook between his legs, climaxing hard while still sucking his cock with vigour.

The sight was beyond his understanding, beyond his brain’s capability to comprehend in its beauty and he came. Hard. Moaning loudly while spurting a single string of cum into your mouth while his lungs nearly froze up at the warmth exploding within him. “So good,” you said while removing your mouth but still gently stroking his cock through the pulsing. “You’re so good, Sev. Such a pretty sight, such a sweetie coming for me twice.”

The praise hit something within him he couldn’t touch, your words made him feel so good he could barely stand the sensation — so at odds with anything and everything he had ever felt. He wanted you to say such words to him again. He wanted to be good for you, make you praise him, make you look at him like you did in that exact moment. Sated and happy. You were so beautiful to him, so perfect, and he wanted to be touched by you over, and over, and over again.

“You’re mine now,” you said with a sweet smile, showing that side of you he’d fallen in love with while watching you from afar. “Y-yours?” he asked as a fresh blush crept over his skin, heating his chest and cheeks. You giggled and reached up to stroke his cheek. “Yes, mine. I want you, Sev.” “Yours…” he said in a quiet murmur, trying the word while you watched him expectantly. But it was hard for him to even imagine that what had just happened had, in fact, actually happened.

“Severus,” you began as you rose up fully on your knees, “I want you. And I know you want me, so I’m going to make you feel good enough to accept that. Okay?” you continued and his eyes widened but he nodded and you smiled that sweet smile he loved seeing your face marked by. Then your lips were pressed against his and he melted under the taste of him and you. He wanted you to make him believe you too, so he’d let you try…

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A/N: It’s almost 1 am as I finish writing this, I wrote it in one single sitting right after I got the artist’s permission to write a fic for their art and gosh… This became way longer than I had thought, and bit more “adult” than I’d planned at first but I blame that on me usually writing for older Snape and it’s the middle of the night atm 😂👍 But damn, this was fun and enjoyable to write. I hope you had a good time too, dear reader 🙈😘🖤

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TnK's Trigun Fic Listing

Ok now that I've got 15 fics out for Trigun (so far) and at least a couple of those are upwards of 20K and some of them are sequels and followups and ongoing, I thought maybe I should do a proper list of things, to make it easier for people who want to read in some kind of order. I'm terrible about talking up my own work but this is also for my own reference so that's fine, right? ^^; All fics are Vashwood-centric (I will get to Nai in a minute I have a backlog) and ratings vary from Gen to Explicit, though all are intended for an adult audience. This list is complete as of September '23, I will update it periodically as needed! 

NB: I'm lucky enough to have gotten fanart for some of these and sometime when my head is not full of mud I'll go in and add links to those where I can. (Or please drop a link in the replies if you are one of the wonderful artists in question!) 

THE BIG THREE STORYLINES: 

Someday Out of the Blue & I Believe in the Kingdom Come

Trigun '98 canon. Reincarnation fic. The first one is a story I started writing over 20 years ago and quit after a chapter because I was just too heartbroken (and did not know it, but was also too young). Picked it up and finished it this April (2023) after Stampede clobbered me and I fell off the "we don't talk about wolfwood" wagon. The second story is a direct sequel to tie up some loose ends from the first one, and also to indulge my need for a proper happy ending. (I think a lot of folks don't realize Someday has a sequel but it does!!) 

Black is the Color and Mysterious Ways

Trimax Canon. Resurrection/Fix-it/Angstmance with a much shorter, sillier, smuttier epilogue. Three years after the end of Trigun Maximum, Vash is having some trouble laying his ghosts to rest. (You may have seen this incredible artwork which has gotten around a bit and boosts the story better than any summary of mine possibly could.) Weird things happened when I was writing this, I don't mind telling you. Mysterious Ways was mostly an excuse to explore some of the more interesting concepts brought up by the first one, but saying anything more would be spoilery. 

Eyes of the Storm

(Mostly) Trimax canon. Cryptid Vash AU, slowburn romance, ongoing. When Nicholas D. Wolfwood gets roped into being the new caretaker for the now-abandoned orphanage where he spent his childhood, he soon finds out that his own hidden memories are not the only thing haunting him. (What the fuck is a Typhoon?) Wolfwood, Vash, Livio, Elendira, et al. This is the one currently in progress at six chapters out of ??. Pretty SFW so far BUT NOT FOR MUCH LONGER CAVEAT LECTOR. 

List continues with standalone and shorter fics below the cut!

Honeymoon

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Plant Heat, Wingfic, Tentacle Fic, What the fuck is Hay Fever. Wolfwood offers to help Vash out with a personal problem and gets a little more than he bargained for. 

Strange Powers

Generic Trimax/98 setting, comedy/smut/potato jokes/fisting with a loaded prosthetic. What if Vash and Wolfwood (accidentally) got really, really hella high? 

Hurricane

Trigun '98 Canon. 

Vash: Make money? As a priest?

WW: Well. *mysteriously* Not only that. 

Vash: (oh my gosh he's a prostitute)

Shortfic. Wolfwood tries to figure out how to offer his services to someone he doesn't really want to be a paying customer. Short and smutty while also demolishing Wolfwood's professional boundaries.

Skin Tight

Generic Trimax/98 setting. The Infamous Red Dress. PWP, Wolfwood needs to be in the Vash Sensory Deprivation Tank, Vash in high heels, the dress gave its life for this fic you should read it and honor its sacrifice. Look. This is just porn, guys. You want the porny fic? This is the porny fic. (just kidding most of them are porny fics but this one is especially so.) 

Secondhand Secrets

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Introspective/Vignette/Wolfwood POV. Vash's artificial arm always moves in his sleep, and Wolfwood wonders what he's looking for.

Personal Jesus

Badlands Rumble canon (post-film), Wolfwood has poor emotional coping strategies, hurt/comfort (Wolfwood provides both), first-time. That red hotel minifridge never stood a chance. 

A Fool From Any Direction

Trigun '98 Vash's weird horny schtick is a front, and self-respect doesn't save lives. Which is too bad because when Wolfwood finds out what Vash is planning next he's gonna kill him. 

Benediction

Trimax but could also be '98; Sometimes being a hero is not all it's cracked up to be. Or maybe Vash is the one cracking up. Hurt/Comfort, Wound Care & Bible Quotes, Noman's Land is a bitch of a planet. Shortfic, feels, non-explicit/no sex. 

A Bit of a Tight Spot

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Costume Porn, PWP, No corsets were harmed in the making of this fic. I feel like this one gets missed a lot which is MADDENING because you guys. WOLFWOOD'S DOUBLE Ds IN A CORSET. And like, in a gender euphoria way, not in a comedy drag kind of way (though comedy drag does make a small appearance). I don't know how the good minister tightlaced in cuban stockings while giving Vash a blowjob in front of a mirror in the attic of a whorehouse can get so often overlooked, maybe my title or summary is lacking, but it's one of the hottest things I've ever written and its engagement is just in the basement? When (emphatic baffled hand motions to Nicholas D. Wolfwood wearing a garter like a thigh-holster). Anyway. 

The Quick and the Bed

Trigun '98 Comedy, Romance, First Time. The single bed trope. Drunk Idiocy. Wolfwood's vows are in serious danger. (Wolfwood does not have vows.) Readers have let me know that they find this one amusing. Roommates of readers have sent me threats of bodily harm due to badly-stifled hysterical laughter at 3am. 

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW MORE STORIES WILL BE ADDED AS THEY OCCUR!

SMALL DISCLAIMER: I'm a full-time working writer and my fanfic is something I give away for free out of love. Please don't copy, alter, plagiarize, feed to AI in any form, fold, spindle, or mutilate. I'm not in the market for concrit, but if you like my stories please feel free to leave me a comment/kudo, download/print/fanbind for personal use, or let other readers know!

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Good Omens is just I show I watch. No obsession here. Nope.

Edit: August 2024. I still love Good Omens, I do. I have come to think of the fandom as a virtual home. I cherish the other fans and I can't imagine my life now without the richness and the joy that fanart, fanfiction and fanwork bring to it.

But let me be clear: I believe the victims. I condemn, with no question whatsoever, the horrible actions of one of the co-author of the book and lead writer of the series.

My fictions:

And I Did. Currently a WIP. Rated E but plot driven. I'll try to update regularly, but life happens.

Summary:

This is a story about faith. This is a story about love. This is a story about loss. This is a story about being apart and about being reunited. This is a story about fighting. This is a story about choices.

Where do we choose to place our faith? Will a god we have faith in come and save us? Will a friend? A loved one?

When do we start doubting our faith? How long before we snap, before we raise our head? How far can we go before we crumble under the weight of our own misplaced faith? Under the weight of our choices?

What does it take to make us feel betrayed, abandoned, left behind? What does it take for us to turn our back on what in which we had faith?

Who are we loyal to, and who is loyal to us? Who do we trust, and who trusts us?

What are we ready to risk in the name of faith? What are we ready to lose in the name of loyalty?

When are we going to take our lives into our own hands? What are we going to fight for?

This is a story about unbreakable faith. This is, after all, a work of fiction.

OR:

Yet another Good Omens post season 2 fiction.

Second Chances And Second Choices

The second coming has failed and Aziraphale is hoping this is the beginning of his life with Crowley. But Crowley seems to be of a different opinion. That is, until old enemies turn up at Aziraphale's door.

Once the world is safe again, what happens next? Can Crowley and Aziraphale reconnect?

Rated teen and up.

I Prefer The Fluffy Ones Series:

In Vino Ludus

It's the year 2030. Crowley comes to the bookshop drunk, and Aziraphale can finally put all those years of eye-rolling practice to good use.

An as of yet canon divergent fluffy night in the life of an angel and a demon.

One shot, rated E.

Angel! Angel! They're At It Again!

It's the year 2030. The world never ended. Aziraphale and Crowley are living happily and safely together as a married couple. Everything would be well, if it wasn't that lately Aziraphale has been a bit busy. A bit distracted. Now, Crowley can't have that, can he? He seeks the advice of his girlfriends, who unwittingly give him an idea on how to liven up his marriage.

A fluffy and hopefully funny way to the South Downs cottage.

One shot, rated M.

An Angel And A Demon Go To A Halloween Party

And they are horny!

A silly, smutty little piece set in our favourite Ineffables' fluffy future.

One shot, rated E.

My poems:

Ineffable Chords

My recs:

February's Fabulous Fictions

March's Marvelous Fictions

April's Amazing Fictions

May's Magnificent Fictions

June's Joyful Fictions

August's Awesome Fictions

September's Scrumptious Fictions

October's Oh, wow! Fictions

My metas:

Justice for Aziraphale

On Season 3 and the Apology Dance

Aziraphale is in

Fluffery and Fuckery:

Aziraphale is the villain in Good Omens

You Said Trust Me

Sweet Crowley

Face Value

It's unthinkable

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Aww, thank you, mormo! What a fun lil game 💜

My favorite of my Asheera (Tav)/Shadowheart stories:

I have to start with the first fic of my Shadowheart/Asheera series, of course. It Is the Wound She Gave Me is a rather dark place to start off this story, but I think it makes the sweetness later taste all the better. Note: heed the tags!

The follow-up (with a breather between now!) to that first fic in the series, Like I Am Safe Again, is one of my favorite things I've written for the fandom, for sure! Using lost time and dissociation to explore some of Shadowheart's memory issues combined with what happens in Wound was just so... fun is not the right word, but as a writer I enjoyed digging deep into Shadowheart's brain here. Also, having the fic before this from Asheera's POV makes Shadowheart's misunderstanding of her own recent memories that much more tragic.

OK, so there's a theme here. Quelle surprise. After focusing mostly on Shadowheart and her memories, To Sever the Thread is a fic that I adored writing to more deeply explore Asheera's POV this early on. The Gauntlet is an event in canon that is super important in my interpretations of both the relationship between Asheera and Shadowheart as well as the way that Asheera's oath permeates so much of her life. One day I'll write that alternate ending...

I do have to recommend my currently ongoing multichapter fic for Asheera/Shadowheart, Blades in the Night. It's one of the more action-heavy things I've written for the fandom. Honestly, it's basically a full fantasy novel written as a sorta road trip that gets interrupted by Sharran assassins. It's also quite smutty, extremely introspective—my favorite!—and stitches together what post-canon life is like for these two. Even after the Netherbrain is defeated, there's still a few hanging threads (more Asheera backstory stuff throughout, as well)

My completed modern/band AU, Nightsongs. What if Shar was Shadowheart's abusive ex, and what if they were in a metal band together? What if their van breaks down in some shitty little town outside of a big city, and what if Shadowheart finds more than what she expected in some random mechanic working on their van?

I wanna cheat a little bit, so here's my favorite non-Asheera/Shadowheart stories under the break...

The Wind Blows So Light is an epistolary between Aylin and Isobel while they both assume the other one is dead. A sort of call-and-response letter exchange where neither writer ever expects a response. There is a happy ending.

I don't think I've written a Karlach/Shadowheart fic as good as Burning Hands. Writing Karlach's POV is not my usual, and couching it in T4T smut that explores bodies in an affirming, loving way was a completely unique thing that I'll likely never replicate.

I have a habit of being mean to Nocturne in my Nocturne/Shadowheart fics, but I really love how Fragrant is My Many Flower'd Crown turned out! Unrequited love and pining, my beloathed and beloved in equal miseries.

That Minthara/Karlach smut fic I wrote after seeing some amazing fanart is one of my favorites! I was really happy to see that so many people enjoyed the candle imagery in it as well. Link to fic here (fanart link inside!)

Writing a Minthara/Lae'zel fic for Kinktober on a whim turned me into a fiend for that rarepair. Honestly, they might be my canon/canon OTP, and that's a crying shame considering how few fics there are of the two of them. Link to the fic (heed the tags!)

[nariko-senpai]

MY HOT TAKES ON ANIME/MANGA FANDOMS

Disclaimer: These are my opinions based off from interactions and my own views on the fandoms. Please don't come after me :/

My Hero Academia

Probably one of THE MOST TOXIC FANDOMS IN ANIME. I've seen so many messed up ships and fanfiction from MHA, I SWEAR IF I SEE DEKU X LITERALLY ANY ADULT I WILL DO A BACKFLIP OFF A CLIFF 💀 They're so unhinged and it reflects badly on the story. THE FANDOM LITERALLY HATES ON ONE ANOTHER. I've seen so many fights on wHiCh pErSon ShOuLd DeKu EnD uP wItH I'm so over it 😭 Also you get all the cringy cosplayers and pov videos from this fandom in particular. I have never seen a normal MHA fan apart from myself.

Demon Slayer

Generally okay, except for the SPOILERS. This fandom spoils so much, and without warning as well. But generally a pretty good fandom, just avoid the sibling shippers and Douma simps. Everyone is pretty tame tho, and generally polite. Everyone learnt how to be kind after having Tanjiro as the MC 😌

Attack on Titan

I SAID DEMON SLAYER SPOILS BUT THIS FANDOM IS ON A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL. It's like this fandom's goal is to spoil all the new readers/watchers as soon as the Google aot 💀 AND YOU ARGUE SO MUCH. Post a theory? Instantly get hurled abuse. Post eremika fanart? Instantly gets abused and attacked. YOU CAN'T TAKE A BREAK. But I do treasure the people who are just trying to survive the ending, they're the real ones 🤌

Jujutsu Kaisen

I LOVE THIS FANDOM. One of my favourite fandoms, y'all have the most unhinged humour and posts the goofiest shit but I'm so here for it. Fandom mainly consists of simps and psychopaths, but YOU'RE SO FUNNY. Again, you get spoils like all the other fandoms, but this is one of my fav fandoms, dark humour is where it's at 😃🤟

Haikyuu

I swear, y'all ship everyone together, no one is straight lmao. But since the majority of characters are guys, you had to work with what you had ig 😀HAIKYUU HAS THE BIGGEST FANFICTION BASE THO, THERE ARE SO MANY FANFICTIONS! But they're actually good..? Will admit, wrote Haikyuu fanfiction, and everyone is a simp as well. I see you Kuroo and Oikawa simps 👀 Pretty cool as long as you avoid the smutty fanfictions and fanart.

Should I do a part 2, and if so, what fandoms?? 👀

[ashfae]

A03 meme

A03 meme time, except I've been writing and posting fanfic to the internet since before A03. And before fanfiction.net. And before Geocities. And before the World Wide Web. There's fic of mine with ASCII doodle illustrations somewhere out there where the wild BBSes once roamed…I was tagged by @moveslikebucky; thanks Buckie, here goes. <3

how many works do you have on Ao3? 54. (and yes if we added in all the fanfic outside of A03 it'd be a larger number but I can't be bothered to consolidate it all)

what’s your total Ao3 word count? 341,744, which is better than I was expecting, yay.

what fandoms do you write for? At the moment it's just Good Omens, but there's been a lot of Dragon Age, some Lord of the Rings, and way back in the day there was Harry Potter and a lot of anime. I am toying with dipping my toe back in LotR, there's a thing I wrote ages ago that's entirely finished and just needs editing and I've been meaning to get it out there for ages. It's long though, so that'd be a commitment.

what are your top five fics by kudos? What Custom Strictly Divided (507) Like an Echo Far Away (415) (this one wasn't in the top five last week when I first started writing this post! So I think @mielpetite gets all the credit for boosting it with amazing fanart) What Comes From Your Hand (402) Give Me Your Illusions (346) Nightswimming (307)

do you respond to comments? Yep! Sometimes just with "Thanks!" or hearts but I try to. Though they get away from me sometimes and then I do a bunch all at once.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Definitely Warmaiden, which is my "What if Éowyn got the One Ring?" fic, from an idea that occurred to me one day and wouldn't leave. Clearly that doesn't end well for her, or anyone. From GO fandom it's probably Silent Night, which I still want to expand into a larger fic to be a set with Give Me Your Illusions. Someday, someday.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of them! But for the happiest I'd say Swan Lake Revised, cowritten with @mostlyjustgoose. And if we ever get part three up it'll be even more happy. And smutty. Very smutty.

Do you get hate on fics? Very rarely. I've been lucky there.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh here's the irony. I used to do a lot a lot a LOT of online roleplaying and mygod I wrote smut. So much. So. Much. I don't do as much rp these days but even so the threads I have going are still frequently pure filth. But in fic, much less so, even though I want to. Why it all gets channeled into rp and not as much into my fanfic I do not know. Honestly I want to write a lot more of it. Smut forever!!

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Sometimes, when I have a good idea. But the craziest one I ever wrote, ages ago, was a pure crackfic for my 21st birthday, where I imagined a bizarre party for myself in which LOADS of fictional characters (mostly from anime) showed up so I could make them interact in wacky ways. It was utterly ridiculous but amused me. Making all the characters voiced by Megumi "She's Everywhere!!" Hayashabara meet up and wonder why they all sound alike, for example. Also I wish I'd written an Artemis Fowl breaks into Gringotts to rob it fic before I became so disillusioned with both Artemis Fowl and Harry Potter. Heigh ho.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yep. It was impressive how lazy the person was about it too, they stole all the html as well. Someone brought it to my attention pretty quickly.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Twice, yes. Into Portuguese, as I remember.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Hi @mostlyjustgoose, I adore you, please co-write things with me forever. <3 Our baby is Unusual Strings, a reverse omens AU love story, and it's SO. CLOSE. to being done. So close. Aughhhh. I love our angel!Crowley and demon!Aziraphale so, so much.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Aziraphale and Crowley, Faramir and Éowyn, Hiccup and Astrid. Don't make me choose between those three, my head will explode.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Shut up shut up I will finish all of them ALL OF THEM I SAY…sigh. Beauty and the Battousai. Though I should probably mention A Demon in the Dreaming and The Queen Bee. (they're plotted and outlined and parts are written aaahhh come on ADHD meds help me out here)

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, definitely. I'm good at putting humour into things. Got compared to Patricia Wrede once and honestly, life goal achieved there. I can do memorable phrases and descriptions and edit well.

What are your writing weaknesses? What is plot. Why does it hate me. Why are my original characters one-dimensional cardboard. What is worldbuilding and how do I do it without getting stalled into paralysis. Baaaah. This is why my original novel will never be finished and I keep running back to fanfic instead.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Hoo boy contentious subject! I love reading it so long as it's translated somewhere in the footnotes, I'd be happy to write it if I knew other languages, the question of whether it should be italicized or not has apparently Officially been settled by The Publishing Industry on the side of Not.

First fandom you wrote for? Oh gosh I think it was the Dragonlance books by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. The first that ever got shown to other people was Ranma 1/2 though.

Favorite fic you’ve written? It's still What Custom Strictly Divided. Though Unusual Strings comes very close.

Gaaah I'm always worried I'll tag people who don't want to be tagged so, erk, um...if they're willing, @racketghost, @indieninja92, and @holycatsandrabbits! And you, if you're reading and want to do this, please say I tagged you. I meant to really, honest. ;)

[not-your-damsel]

Our Number 1 Hero

© not-your-damsel - Not to be read or posted anywhere else. Rb’s are MUCH appreciated though to help a fellow writer out ♥️🪶

Who :: Hawks/Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

AN :: While I’m recovering, have a queued up/scheduled cute & smutty moment I finished a few days ago with you in an established marriage/already mated with papa Keigs ♥️ Was inspired after seeing an adorable bit of fanart of Keigo with his baby chirping up at him 🥺🥹🫠

⚠️ :: Oral (Fem!receiving), sq¡irt¡ng, some feather play. MDN¡, ageless, porn & blank blogs will be sniped on sight. Pew pew!

Word Count :: 4,179

Photo :: A Pinterest find. If anyone knows the artist, please let me know so I can give proper credit.

⚠️Note :: There’s an issue going on with the mobile version of the app with the display of this oneshot, especially when adding more ppl to tag. Just a heads up, I’ll remove this when it gets fixed on their end as I’ve done all I can on mine. On desktop it looks absolutely normal. Go figure 🙄

There’s a feeling you can’t quite describe whenever you watch as Keigo plays and bonds with your 10 month old baby boy and girl. Never in your life did you think twins would be in the cards for you, yet, here you were with two fuzzy, crimson winged beauties who were currently laughing that undeniably happy laughter that only babies can manage as he holds them just under their bellies to float them around like planes. In fact, their laughter is so hearty that you find both Keigo and yourself having a good chuckle along with them as you listen from where you are.

As you’re sitting in the living room, working on altering and hemming your babies’ clothing to accommodate their wings, you hear your husband gasp out and it has you dropping everything to make sure nothing’s wrong. You reach the doorway to the babies’ room where they were playing with Keigo, expecting to see some sort of accident, only to see each baby gathered in either of his capable arms as they chirp up at him eagerly.

Hinadori, your chubby cheeked daughter, was clinging to Keigo’s shirt as her large eyes -your eyes- looked up at her dad, almost as though she revered him. Her little mouth would open and a flurry of chirps and peeps would come rushing out to his ears, making him crack a smile.

“Is that so, Hina-chan? Well then, -chirps and peeps- hm? Can you promise not to do that to Tobu-chan’s wings? It isn’t nice. -chirps lowly-”

Hinadori looked over at Tobu in Keigo’s other arm thoughtfully, her eye markings making her look angelic, almost cherub-like. Her chubby little arm slowly reached over to Tobu’s plush little wing, occasionally looking up to Keigo as though asking permission. He’d nod, chirp and watch on.

“Gentle, Hina-chan, yasashi…”

She slowed for a moment as he spoke before a chirp met her ears, telling her to continue. Her little dimpled hand met Tobu’s little wing where she gently pet it, looking back to Keigo for approval. He nodded, a kind and loving smile graced his lips as she let out a gleeful chirp. Keigo whistled out from somewhere deep in his throat and she laughed.

“That’s my good girl, that’s daddy’s good girl!”

You grinned from the doorway, arms crossing over your chest as you watched them together. Tobu now looked up at Keigo, his eyes a startling shade of gold and despite the hue being slightly different from Keigo’s, when you looked at him with those avian markings, he looked just like his daddy. Tobu had your hair but, like Keigo’s, it stuck every which way. Even more so after horsing around. His cheeks were tinged pink from all the laughter no doubt.

“Your big sister did well, right my little feather?”

Keigo asked as Tobu chirped up at him. His little arms began to work as he tugged Keigo’s shirt, his legs working together in a crawling motion as though he were trying to climb up to Keigo’s shoulder.

“Hey now -chirps and whistles- where are you going, little fea-”

Tobu’s little wings began to flutter, some deep instinct triggering a knowing need to flap. Keigo’s eyes nearly turned to saucers as he watched on, measuring how hard the little wing beats were.

“Keigs, watch hi-”

“He’s trying, baby, he’s trying!”

Keigo was far too excited about this, assuring you as he held Tobu fast as he worked his way to Keigo’s neck with his wings working all the while. Once he reached Keigo’s neck, he realized he had nowhere else to go so he settled for making a fuss with impatient chirps and tiny whistles leaving his throat.

“Ok, ok. One second, Tobu-chan. Baby? Can you take Hina-chan for a moment, please?”

You nodded, walking over to them and scooping Hinadori in your arms, kissing the top of her straw colored locks as you cradled her head close to your chest.

“Look, Hina-chan! Look at daddy and Tobu-chan…”

Keigo was now holding Tobu high above his head, chuckling as he watched his little legs and arms splay out instinctively. Suddenly and without warning, Keigo let go of Tobu, dropping his arms lower in a position ready to catch him on his inevitable way down.

“Kei!!”

You felt your heart drop along with your son who landed safely in your husband’s hands. A squeal met your ears as Tobu felt the drop in his little body, his wings fluttering wildly on the way down.

“Again, Tobu-chan, slower. -peeps-”

Whatever Keigo had said to Tobu, it was clearly important as he gently patted your son’s wings. Taking position once more, Keigo raised Tobu above his head and dropped him again. This time you watched as Tobu’s little wings fluttered a little slower than the first time… and he was floating for about two seconds before once again falling into Keigo’s hands.

“Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, sweetheart!!!!”

Keigo yelled into the room startling both you and Hinadori, the both of you jolting in unison before hearing a commotion of chirps, peeps, whistles and squeaks fill the kid’s room. Keigo was so happy, his own wings spread wide as they shook with excitement and pride before looking at you with determination.

“Tobu’s ready! We can go out tomorrow morning and we ca-”

“Wait, wait, wait! Kei, I know you’re happy and I know you’re excited, I am too! But…”

You trailed off, absentmindedly bouncing Hinadori on your hip. Keigo could sense your apprehension, could smell the cortisol coming off you as you silently stressed.

“Baby bird… you know I’d never let anything happen to our brood, right?”

You swore you’d never get used to the whole “familial bird” talk. You nodded, you knew he’d lay his life down without hesitation or question for you and the babies. Keigo put Tobu on the hip opposite yours with Hinadori and leaned into you, his nose trailing from your own to your jaw and then gliding down to a faded bite mark on the smooth skin of your neck. He inhaled deeply before planting a kiss against the silvered mark, followed by a soft nip and a final kiss once more. Standing upright to meet your gaze again, Keigo noted you were calm once more and he grinned, lopsided and beautiful all the same. You grinned back, free hand coming up to stroke his scarred cheek as you looked lovingly at him.

“I know you’d never let anything happen to them, but, how do you know it’s time?”

Keigo nodded, he figured it was fair you’d ask how he knew. But, he didn’t know either.

“Truth is, kid, I don’t even know how it is I know. I just do. And I know that’s not what you want to hear but, it’s the truth and it’s all I can give you right now. I just… I feel it in my bones. It’s time for Tobu to practice taking flight.”

He said, holding your gaze lovingly. You nodded, Keigo could tell it was a reluctant one, but you nodded with a sigh. You looked at Hinadori and felt your eyes brim with tears.

“Talk to me, baby bird. What’re you thinking?”

Keigo grabbed hold of your chin to look at him again, seeing your eyes reddened and glossier than a moment ago.

“Oh no, baby I-”

“I just… I’m so proud of you, Keigo,”

You nuzzled into his palm against your cheek.

“You went from not wanting us to have kids because you were terrified you’d be the worst father to grace this planet, to us having not one but two, to being the best father I’ve ever seen. Not that I never had faith in you, you just blew all my expectations away.”

Keigo’s neck was starting to pink to his ears at your words.

“And I get so touched when I see you with them, see you playing and bonding and becoming the mochi of their eyes. Part of me is a little jealous of you three, to be honest.”

“Wait, what?! Us?! I don’t understand, love…”

You shook your head,

“Not in a malicious way, I just wish I knew what you guys say to one another when you start chirping and whistling at each other and now, Tobu-chan’s ready to start flying practice and I can’t be there for that. I can’t be in the sky with you to see him experience this life changing moment and I want to be there for all of it. Our line of work doesn’t guarantee us seeing tomorrow and I want to see everything they get to experience and I-”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Hinadori reached to touch your wet cheek. You looked down at her where she chirped to you and you had no idea how to even answer her. It made you feel a little worse, like you couldn’t provide vocal comfort or feedback to your own babies.

“Whistle.”

Keigo said, wiping your eyes and then your nose.

“K-Keigs, gross!”

“Our brood has pissed on me, puked on me, I even been shat on by them, your snot is nothing by now, dove. Now, whistle. Nothing major, just a single, double note sound.”

You shook your head but gave it a try anyway, letting a single little high-low whistle escape your lips as you looked at Hinadori. Her features lit up as she released more of her own chirps and peeps at you. You giggled, more tears forming in your eyes at her response to you.

“B-but, I don’t know what I’ve said to her or what she’s saying to me.”

Keigo grinned.

“It doesn’t rightly matter at this point, they’re not saying much of anything right now. I only understand bits and pieces of what they mean. It’ll get better over time as they form their avian speech more. And you, baby bird, don’t have to worry one bit. I’m here, aren’t I? I can always translate.”

You smiled at him, pulling him in for a deep, heated kiss.

“What was that for?”

“For being our number 1 hero. Come now, let’s get these little chicks to bed.”

Keigo beamed before frowning.

“I need to see if my Hina-chan is ready, too!”

“You can check tomorrow, I promise.”

Giggling at his pout, you handed Hinadori to him so he could get them ready for bed as you tidied up the living room of all the little clothing and sewing items you had scattered around along with whatever toys were left on the floor of their play mats.

It had taken almost an hour to get the chicks down and off to sleep. Little twitching wings remained active while they were fast asleep as you and Keigo kissed their heads before leaving a feather of his own wrapped around their ankles. You closed their door, leaving a crack open before you went to your shared bedroom to change into your pajamas.

Walking in, you see Keigo already in his boxers while laying in bed, golden eyes scanning his tablet screen most likely adjusting your patrolling schedules for the coming week. You made your way to the walk-in closet to put your pajamas on, throwing your clothes for the day in the hamper in the process. As you bent to pull your silk sleep shorts up, you felt a feather skimming up your back before making quick work of your bra, feeling it slip off your shoulders, falling to the hardwood floor.

Keigo could feel the vibration of your slight giggles, making him smirk in turn. He then felt you wave the feather off as you moved to slip your silk tank on and as you threw your arms up to help it slide over your head, large, warm, calloused hands reached around to cup and grope your soft breasts. You yelped, always getting thrown off by how stealthy Keigo was when he really wanted to be.

Warm lips met the nape of your neck accompanied by the sharp scrape of his stubble as he kissed you, his chest meeting your back as he pressed into you. It was then you felt a hard bulge firmly against your lower back, a slight grind into you as Keigo’s thumbs slid down to your nipples to roll between them and his forefingers. Your back was instinctively arching against him, your ass pushing into his hard cock as your chest pushed out into his rough hands.

“Fffuck, baby, that get your pretty pussy twitching for me?”

He panted behind your ear, his nose inhaling the scent of your hair as you rocked your ass up and down his clothed length. With your nipples now hard and pebbled for him, he pulled, a hiss escaping your lips at the feeling as your arms reached behind you to sink your fingers into silky straw colored strands, tugging enticingly as he sucked along your shoulder with a groan.

“Kei, t-the bed…”

You felt another feather make its way to your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties to pool at your feet.

“Here’s just fine, baby bird.”

With one swift movement, Keigo had you bent over your vanity, some of your makeup items clattering to the floor with the act.

“The babies, Keigs!”

“They’re still asleep, hero’s promise.”

Still bent in your position, you were already reaching behind you to tug down his boxers and boxer briefs, wanting to feel him inside you already.

“So needy aren’t we? I got you, kid.”

His feathers were already pulling his bottoms down and you heard his cock slap against his lower abdomen.

“Kei, I need it, I need you, please!”

You breathed. With his heightened senses, he could already smell you dripping for him, taste it in the air and it had his golden eyes rolling back. His hands found your hips and adjusted them so that it looked as though you were presenting yourself to him.

“Lemme see, baby, let me fuckin’ see what it is I do to you.”

You gave a pathetic whine as his hands spread your cheeks apart, watching as your cunt fluttered for him, your slick oozing from your tight little hole. Avian pupils dialated at the sight and before he could even register what he was doing, Keigo dropped to his knees and licked from your clit to your hole before delving in to penetrate it.

Squealing, you slammed your hands down on the table of your vanity as he ate you out like a starved man. Slurping, sucking your clit before flicking his tongue over it again and again had your eyes rolling back as well.

“Keigo, fuck, p-please, I-!”

His hands squeezed your ass cheeks roughly, grunting and moaning every time your slick gushed into his mouth.

“You better cum in my mouth. I don’t care how long it takes, I want you squirting in this mouth, d’you hear me?”

A harsh slap met one of your ass cheeks and you moaned out loud as his whole mouth covered your cunt, his tongue stroking you even closer to the edge of bliss. Keigo abruptly pulled away, and as you went to protest, you felt a feather start vibrating against your clit before two thick fingers slipped inside you pumping against your sweet spot over and over again. The feeling had your hips swiveling, bucking up and down as tears pricked your eyes.

“You know how beautiful you look, what you’re doing to me right now? You keep this up, you’ll end up making me knock you up with another addition to the brood,”

At that, your hips rocked harder into his pumping fingers.

“What a little slut, fuuuck!”

“R-right there, right there, Keigo don’t stop,”

This was arguably the second best part, the immediate climb to the jump off, the way the taut string inside your belly was fraying in preparation for the snap.

Keigo felt it, the way your cunt was sucking his thick fingers in, fluttering all around them. It was like he was in a trance, chasing that sweet moment you’d come undone and bless him with the sweetest nectar that was only ever for him.

“Keigo, it’s coming, I’m cumming, I-! G-gonna squ-“

Keigo removed his fingers but kept his feather working you, flipping you over again to latch his mouth against your cunt just in time as a gush of fluid came out of you and right into his mouth where he drank, golden eyes shifting between pinpoints and full blown as he let out the most porn worthy moan along with your own.

Pulling away, his chin was soaked and as he lifted his head up it began to drip and roll down his neck. But, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Your squirming told him to stop with his feather, already pawing at you to suddenly hoist over his shoulder to bring you to the bed.

“K-Keigo! There’s a mess on the floor!”

“Feathers’ll get it,”

Once in the bedroom, Keigo plopped you on the bed, climbing up over you and caging you in with his own body.

“C’mere, you pretty bird.”

He dipped down and kissed you passionately, and it wasn’t until he slipped his tongue in your mouth that you realized he never wiped your release off of his face. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck bringing him closer to you. As you both made out on the bed, his hand slipped between the both of you to give his cock a few pumps before swiping his tip along your slippery entrance to gather some slick.

He groaned deeply in your mouth.

“Fuck, kid, fuuuck,”

You slid your legs up some and opened them wider for him as he grinned down at you.

“Have I told you that I love you today?”

You’re grinning back now, shaking your head.

“No. I don’t think you have and I’m upset about it.”

You faux pouted. The two of you knew he’d already told both you and the chicks he loves you a couple times since he’d gotten home and it was reciprocated each time. With you both working the profession you do, it tends to do that. You’ve made it a constant habit since you two had gotten together. It was a little bit of work on his part since saying it outright when the mood strikes isn’t much within Japanese culture but, when a near death experience came late one morning you drove it home to him why it was so important to you to say it and have it said in return. Keigo’s never skipped saying it ever since that day. He was incredibly good like that.

“How could I? I made a promise, didn’t I?”

You nodded, pure love and contentment on your face. Gods, he adored the ever loving hell out of you.

“Then, let me make it up to you, baby bird.”

Guiding his length into your warmth with a flex of his jaw and ab muscles, Keigo stops to look up at you.

“Oh, I should prep you mo-oh!!”

Without warning, you dug your heels into each of his ass cheeks and pulled him into you the rest of the way.

“Fuck, fuck!”

He gasped while you took a sharp breath in as he lurched forward and caught himself just in time with hands on either side of your head. Giving you a moment to adjust, he lowered himself onto his elbows, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as he backed out, the tip of his cock remaining behind before thrusting back into you hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. Your arms slipped under his to grip at his shoulders for stability as he began a slow but rough pace. Each drag out of your slick and gummy walls had you slowly clenching around him, the sounds of your arousal already sounding out in the room.

“M-more, Keigs, more,”

Keigo’s hand came to gently wipe your hair out of your face, his own so close to yours that you were both breathing the same air, sharing it intimately in and out through your mouths. His pace picked up some, the feeling making you hike tour legs up higher over his hips now as his gentle pace turned into the feverish hunger you knew he was fighting. Keigo roughly grasped a breast in his hand, squeezing to bring your nipple into his mouth as his hips continued to roll into you faster.

“Yeah, like that! Just like that, Kei!”

His mouth unlatched from you with a ‘pop!’, thinly rimmed golden eyes meeting yours as he took in your debauched state with a lick of his cherry kissed lips.

“Shhh, shhhh. I got you, baby,”

However, the second he felt your nails gently scrape against the patch of skin between his wings, they fluffed out from behind him and the torrent of want and need he’d held back this whole time snapped.

“But, fuck, I need more!”

Pushing off of his arms after giving you a quick kiss, he planted his large hands against the backs of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest as he snapped his hips brutally into you. The slapping of his balls against you, the sounds of your combined slick and his pre was all too much. The moment his fingers met your clit with a few perfectly pressured strokes, it had you careening towards your release as it snuck up on you and tore at the core of your lower stomach. Clenching around his length, it had Keigo looking down, a sheen of sweat all over his body as he watched with dilated pupils a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.

“Fuckin’ beautiful, honey, goddamn it,”

You didn’t even think he caught what he’d said before his face twisted in pleasure, golden eyes rolling to the back of his head as you felt his cock throb a few times inside you.

“I’m gonna cum, ba-baby bird, I’m gonna fuckin’ cu-”

His voice choked off to let out a sinful moan as rope after rope of his cum shot into you with each throb of his cock. Keigo’s hands loosened their grip on either of your thighs, helping you put them back down gently as you both panted for breath. As he looked to you, your arms were already open to him and waiting for his inevitable collapse into you. And he did just that with a goofy smile to his lips.

“Oof! Keigs, my tits!”

He wasn’t listening, already nuzzling into your neck with kisses as his stubble scraped nicely at your skin there. Your fingers were already threading through his straw colored curls to stroke and tug just to hear him groan in delight at the feeling as you kissed the top of his head before taking a deep breath of his scent through them to ground you.

“I love you, Keigo.”

“I love you, too, my baby bird.”

You both lay there in silence, cockwarming him with your legs wrapped around him as you held one another. Keigo propped his head up, chin resting in the valley of your breasts.

“You know, about me taking the chicks with me up in the air, you can be there, y’know?”

You gave him a skeptical look, an eyebrow cocked at him.

“You can’t bring us all up there!! How’ll you do that?!”

“Feathers, silly.”

You thought about it for a moment, your attention being caught as you saw your clothes being brought back out from the walk-in closet before being rested gently back on the bed.

Well, he has saved many people with them and you knew from fighting alongside him that they were plenty strong. Hell, he’s saved even you a few times with them so you knew they were more than capable of carrying and holding you safely. Keigo would rather die than let anything bad happen to you, let alone with his own feathers. You really could be there for each occasion in the air with the chicks.

As Keigo studied you weighing your options, he decided to break the silence.

“You scared I’d drop yo-”

“Never.”

You said it with such finality and without hesitation, it had his cheeks pinking, feathers fluttering behind him with pride.

“Good. ‘Cause I’d never let you fall, kid.”

“I know. You’re my number one hero, too. Thank you, honey. It means so much to me that I’ll get to be there with you all during that. I want more glimpses into the little world you’ve built with them, too.”

He felt himself go all gooey and soft for you all over again at the shy and bashful face you made at the admission.

“You’re the center of our universe, baby. Of course we want you there.”

And just as you were gonna grin at him, showing your complete trust in him, Keigo’s lips were smothering your own with all the love he could muster. When you find yourselves pulling away for air, he says it for one last time that evening.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Keigs.”

Key ~

Hinadori :: Baby Bird 🐣

Tobu :: Fly 🦅

Yasashi :: Gentle 🫳🏽

🏷️ Tags :: @pervysenpaix @touyasdollmain @touyasdoll (more to come if this would fkn cooperate)

[wulvercazz]

The month is ending and I’m feeling pretty revitalized to reopen both my substar and patreon and also a new commish form (will post tomorrow~! the usual comms this time✨) that I’ll keep open for a bit longer than usual~💕

As I mentioned, I’m gonna lean more towards original works as well as crafting this time around, tho you may still see fanart from time to time (most still very smutty and very nsfw I promise uwu)💕 I’ll start sharing some of the progress (wips and time-lapse) on commissions worked on along my regular art there too 💫

So yeah~! I’ll share my links and maybe some sneak peeks when April starts so u can subscribe if you wish to do soooo💕

[notknickers]

aww thank you. I'm still learning to draw scars. I defo need to make time for more studies. (we both gotta buckle down)

oh man. fanart, if done well and a lot can get me to do almost anything. seeing fanart of Ghost back in November 2022 is what got me into this fandom in the first place.

I'm a bit picky with headcanons but yh. im fully aware a lot of them are just watered down to be vessals for our kinks and affection. At the end of the day. they'er our silly made up blurbos U///U but yh theirs defo gaps in these guys's personalities that we can fill in (which is what we're doing now lol from the short bios we're given)

fanart (nsfw) and audio of these blurbos together. I'm waiting on my lounge chair right now to be presented to me.

hey man. Rivals to lovers makes sense. I'm stumped with who would make the first move though. becasue like you said, both of them aren't the most affectionate of people and don't trust too quickly; at least on the battlefield. like they could respect each other on the battlefield and stuff. but to get them vunerable to love hmmmmm. might need to bend like a pretzal for either of them to act on their feelings even in the most subtle ways… unless we have one of them a lil more unhinged in this department. claps hands* What if Konig is the more unhinged one and Ghost just doesn't know how to handle his feelings or Konig, like, does anyone really wanna make the over 6 foot tall batterying ram upset. Anything can happen in delulu land

my fanart is literally made up shit if you were dating Ghost ooc XD

love that the whole fandom are in on the joke of eldritch/ocotpuss/cathulu Konig since the chibi drawings of him look like a cute octopuss and the bio updating and saying His hood hides something more hideous. I'll check out your fic….(hehe heat cycles)

btw. sorry for the late reply. fell asleep after work (¯﹃¯) also I'm bad with writing hehe

hey, don't worry. life outside the machine takes precedence! plus, sleep is gooood, rest to your brain while increasing your chances of dreaming of your blorbos! it's a win-win, but thanks for replying.

now i must absolutely write that eldritch!könig/civilian!ghost fic! i have so many ideas that i left xeno!könig and his tentacles aside for a while, but after i've dealt with the five different colonel!könig/recruit!dommy mummy!reader and colonel!könig/tmale!base medic, perhaps i'll have some time to figure it out!

oh! don't even say it! today i was all excited about a fanart idea i had while at work, then i was confronted with the reality of actually drawing it... what an ice cold shower!!!

i'll get back to it as soon as i get over the trauma! but good luck with your studies, you're already ahead!

pretty pixel vessels!!! i am also very nitpicky. in fact, i've noticed, the more concrete an idea i develop of könig, the less open i am to changing interpretation (even though i still like reading others'!)

the only thing i am glad about entering the fandom when i did is that i initially conceinved this blog as a magnus archives fanblog. if it started as a könig simp blog, i would probably have called myself something like... königsheftyballs or something and i'm so grateful that didn't happen. im' much happier as a jaredhopworthsknickers!

and yes, smutty ghost fanart was my gateway drug.

(i don't know if i remembered linking you the fic in question that sold me over the ghostsoap ship, but it was this one.)

for the audio, it's easy. here's the link and happy listening! (very nsfw, very explicit). it's one hundred percent out of my headcanons: no, könig the forty-plus-year-old colonel is not simon 'ghost' riley who got his mask at a hot topic or halloween costume shop's little bitch.

time to pull ranks on that one!

(still, enjoyable listening and great voice acting, though!)

true, but them being affiliated with opposing factions opens up interesting scenarios: could either be captured by the other? could that mean the the captured is assigned to the capturer for intel extraction or other expedient? could it be that each finds out that the other is way less sadistic and more compassionate and simply human and matter-of-fact than they initially thought, which changes the mutual way they see each other, while still being wary, because of their curcumstantial enmity?

commonalities? they are both masked, they both have something to hide, something that hurts to this day, the need to create someone who can endure interfacing themselves with the world and its demands while their tender cores still reel and recover, but that they can put aside, when they're alone, to catch breath and regain their whole selves or, the opposite, feel incapable to abandon even when no one is around, as they have become too fragmented.

just throwing ideas around, but there is so much to dig up.

their similarities might draw them to one another: could they have finally found someone who gets it? could they afford to be a little vulnerable, to show a little bit of their soft bellies and hope not to be stabbed from side to side?

but, being enemies who work for different factions with different goals surely would stand in the way: if trusting and opening up is harrowing and dreadful, doing so with an enemy operator can be outright fatal... so much at stake, but what if this were the only chance they have at genuine human connection? a friendship? comfort in wach other's bodies? darethey hope for more? are they delusional? is the imprisonment getting to them?

re: your ooc fanart: and that's brilliant all the same! my latest fanart was nothing but an excuse to put könig in a skimpy little outfit and parade him around! if you like ooc ghost dating your insert, do more of it!!!!!!

i always laugh when someone comes along, thinking themselves smart by pointing out that "well, akshually ghost and könig would never date in canon", because you're in the wrong place, luv. go play the game, write/draw your canon-compliant stuff or only interact with fic and fanartists who are as attached to canon as you, but stop yucking in everyone's yum. it's called fandom, not candom.

i will go on a perilous mission to find all the ghost/könig artists i can and report back, sir! yes, sir!

(by which i mean, i will write you in the inbox or leave the links in the dms, so you'll find them when you have time. no hurry!)

n_n

[spyroforlife]

23!

23.What work of yours would you like to have the biggest impact on the fandom?

Ooh.. tbh that's a tough one because I don't necessarily WANT to have a big impact on fandom at all, I'm just out to write self-indulgent lil things I enjoy and hopefully get feedback from people who come across my writing and also enjoy it, I write for myself but I also love discussing my works with others.

Storytime but I once had a very impactful fanfic, though this was while I was in the Gravity Falls fandom and it was midway through season 2, a VERY active time to be in the fandom. I wrote a BillDip fanfic called Payment in Blood that was pretty much just spawned from me drawing some stereotypical dark!Dipper corrupted by Bill Cipher artwork, and I thought. Hey I could turn this into a story. So I did, and what started out as a needlessly violent and gorey dark fic written for shits and giggles gained a huge following, to the point that you probably couldn't be a BillDip fan in late 2014 to 2015 and not know about it. I had people giving me suggestions to incorporate into the storyline and popular artists were drawing fanart for me, and when I showed up in art livestreams people would get all excited about me being there and want to discuss the story with me

Of course in livestreams I always made sure to gently redirect attention back to the artist, it felt rude to talk about my own stuff while someone else is sharing their art process with us, but it was really overwhelming tbh?? It was a LOT of attention to have on me and I felt a lot of pressure to make sure the story was absolutely perfect, and I think by the end I was really running out of steam and struggling to wrap it up. I DID manage to finish the story, it even got a sequel, and looking back on it I'm satisfied with what it is. And the story inspired a lot of new stories and artwork and I love that so many people got inspired to create because of PiB. But I'll always remember that as a very strange time in my life

So I guess what I'm getting at is that while it's fun to THINK about having a popular work that has a lot of impact on the fandom and everyone knows about it, having experienced that before, I can honestly say I can take it or leave it. I LOVE when I can inspire people to make things, if someone gets an idea from something of mine and wants to spin it into their own story, absolutely! Please! And I love having discussions about the characters and their choices, and about my planning, and ideas that were considered but ultimately abandoned, etc. Having a popular fic is fine. But idk. I don't think I'd like it if a story of mine got so popular that other people who aren't interested are getting bothered about if they've read it. I wouldn't want discussions about it dominating a tag that should be more general. I certainly wouldn't want to get harassed over a story of mine, or worse, someone ELSE getting harassed just because they openly enjoyed it. I can handle rude Internet tough guys. But I would never want other people being attacked because I made something popular and people liked it and other people think that's bad

idk if that makes sense but yeah. Sorry if this is really rambly, it's just that I genuinely am unsure if I want to make an impact on fandom, instead I just kinda like being in my own corner and if other people wanna come into my corner and hang out, that's great! But I don't really need to make anything that EVERYONE knows about. While there's good sides to that, there's negatives as well, so eh. I just don't know.

But as an apology for such a long-winded answer. If I did need to choose one to have an impact. You know what.

Triple Life because omegaverse (sorta) Life series season is SUCH a ridiculous fucking idea and I'm so glad for the post that made me go "haha what if" and then actually write it. I think it'd be funny if people were doing like. Analysis and fanart and shit about this story of mine in particular. Look at my smutty Life series fanfic, boy

[lockerandom]

For some reason I've been thinking about the Big Bang Theory and all its lost potential.

I'm thinking of the first episode and how they would have the typical Leonard is interested in his new neighbor Penny because she is beautiful. Sheldon could keep pointing out that it would never work because they have nothing in common. Sheldon also assumes she's vapid and shallow and a mean girl.

Penny will talk to them, flirt, but seems very closed off. Other than that, she's acting like her usual self in the first episode.

Then at the end of the episode, Leonard sees her struggling to carry something in to her apartment. He and Sheldon will go to help and she'll quickly say no but its too late. Leonard sees the inside of her apartment for the first time and its decked out in nerdy stuff. Penny is also a big nerd but she's very insecure about it not even wanting the nerdy boys across the hall to find out. But Penny has a lot of stuff, even very rare stuff that the boys can't get their hands on. She's also an artist and a cosplayer and has a whole sketchbook of fanart and a closet full of costumes she made. Suddenly, to Sheldon, Penny is the coolest person he's ever met and he's start struck as he's finding rare merch everywhere. The episode ends with Penny, Leonard, Sheldon, Howard, and Raj all watching a lost episode of a show that Penny managed to get her hands on.

They missed out on so much humor by not having the girls also be nerds. There are so many funny plot lines.

Sheldon being upset about a way a Star Trek plot line went, so Penny draws him a comic of how he wants the plot line to go.

Penny getting cast on a movie or a TV show of her favorite book. But she's angry because the writer/director totally didn't get the point or themes of the book and she goes to vent about it to Leonard and Sheldon. As soon she tells them what was changed Sheldon is like "that is not acceptable!" and they both go to set and try to fix the movie.

Penny having dated other hot nerds in the past some BNFs and Leonard being insecure about this.

That really dumb guy she dated could be a reoccurring character who is also a big nerd. Funny hijinks with this. Like dumb guy looking very cool in his cosplays (that are usually the big tough guy of the group).

Bernadette being a biologist who writes smutty fanfiction in her spare time. She is also "pervy". Howard would still be a perv but not in an abusive way. (maybe kinky is a better word. Howard won't sexually harass anyone in this version). There will be a reoccurring joke on how they play out sex scenes Bernadette writes in her fanfics. I also want to make Bernadette bisexual. She'll show off pictures of girls she's dated in her past, all of who are extremely hot making the boys jealous of her. She and Howard will talk about hot girl characters together. (and Howard will listen to her talk about all the hot boy characters she likes).

Bernadette and Penny getting into a big ship war. Their OTP is the other's NOTP. The girls will stop speaking to each other and the guys will try to help them work it out. Amy will tell them that they are missing out on the important themes and plot lines of the show.

Amy and Sheldon being sex repulsed Asexuals and the other's not understanding it at first. They'll try it once and be like well that wasn't bad but let's never do it again.

Sheldon and Penny being pretty much bffs and they are the ones that make the costumes for everyone. They would also spend hours venting about bad adaptions or stupid decisions a show or movie made while Leonard sits and waits till they are finished because he just wants to go to the bedroom.

Penny also being the one who gets along best with Sheldon. She never finds him annoying and will tell him when he's out of line. Sheldon will listen to her because he thinks Penny is the smartest out of the group after him (and later Amy) because she understands when a story does something stupid and she knows how to get her hands on rare stuff. She also called him up to tell him Leonard Nemoy was at her restaurant. The only reason why the two aren't a couple is because Penny loves sex and Sheldon wants nothing to do with it. The two also enjoy friendship way more.

Amy telling Bernadette that many of her sex scenes in her fanfics are not physically possible.

A disastrous camping episode. Penny knows how to camp and does her best to save the day.

Part of me wants to give Raj a girlfriend (thinking of making her a chemist) and part of me wants both Raj and Howard to find out that they are bi and Howard, Raj, and Bernadette being a throuple. It would all happen spontaneously when the three are watching a movie together. (Howard and Raj would be very insecure about their sexuality until this point and this is where they would also come out. Bernadette would suspect they were but not bring it up) Then there could be a thing where some guy asks Bernadette if she's into threesomes after finding out she's bisexual and then her going "uh yeah, and she puts her arms around both Howard and Raj.

The gang bringing a non nerdy friend to a convention (maybe a guy Penny is dating before she dates Leonard) and him being surprised at how many girls are there. Bernadette swiftly informs him that women were the ones that started nerd conventions.

Yeah so much lost humor by not making the girls nerds.

[nagy-bari]

rambles on hard topics, fiction and joy.

it is about mouthwashing.

disclaimer: i cannot play the game due to technical difficulties but the various gorgeous fanart intruiged me into watching a no commentary 2 hours playthrough. so do take my point with a grain of salt, but do listen for the rambling reminders.

the game's narrative is a masterpiece it's a wonderfully twell written extremely well composed rollercoaster for emotions. the characters are wonderfully round in personality and blocky in appearence the whole game is screaming 'i was made with love and care and so so so much attention' it's refreshing to see and even more heartwarming to see how many people resonate with it.

now then why the ramble?

shipping.

when we find a wonderfully well written piece of fiction most humans (especially nowadays) have a tendency to search for more of the same. that's okay, it might lead to unbalanced 'literature and ideas' diet but all are free to do what they want with fiction.

creating fiction for something you're a fan of is mostly for yourself, that's okay, you do you, some parts of the internet are vast enough that it won't bother anyone.

the tricky part is to create something similar to the original fiction that you crave. cause you can either start to break it down to see why it works and what parts do you crave more-

or you get swept off your feet from the hype and run around with the newest blorbos who gasp hit all your sweetspots just right - the desing, the mannerism, the trope etc.

and you want these blorbo's to be happy. and what would make a human more happy than being loved and being able to love. this is a wonderful sentiment regardless of how smutty you go.

but the tricky part of working with well written characters whose original story context was an absolutely heavy topic and setting is that if you post it on the internet, your personally prefered good ending or character experimentation or artblock breaking fic or comic or anything - others will see it and get curious.

just as i got curious because a handful of wonderfully drawn and written fanart and fancomic.

i only watched the playthrough when i was sure what the heavy topic was. was it cannibalism or something else? i wondered from the few glimpses of red skinned taped up guy with huge eye. then a most bittersweet comic of Curly reflecting on his inactions and asking for forgiveness from Anya (but not being able to say so cause of his conditions) for not seeing the dead pixel - that got me. that was the comic that got me to watch it.

now then why the ramble?

to each their own i know but as many had said here on tumblr i'm also someone who's concerned by the quantity of people fixating on the toxic yaoi prospect of the story. they are right about the tension, they are free to find their joy in it and i know most people love that cause those ships don't have any woman to make them reflect or even think about what it would be otherwise, how toxic it can really be.

but you know... in this story there is a woman. and the story wished for you to reflect on that. and you're free to intrepet anything as you want to but after some layers people will call you ignorant. cause this is not the usual escapist toxic yaoi fiction fuel. cause it has a woman in it.

i'm not saying ship Anya with anyone. i'm actually quite uncomfortable to ship her with anyone harder than friends or good hearted collegues. i'm just saying that this time i'm not gonna nod in silence for dismissing the only woman in the story. as much as it's a wonderful paralel of the characters in the story, it saddens me.

about the joy -

it is there. seeing anything that was made with care and love and hopefully brought joy to the creators as well as the audience is wonderful. seeing how many people declare their love for Anya and create their own sollutions, scenaries and tidbits for her to cheer up is wonderful. seeing and reading so many caring post trying to find her behind the trauma, before all the nightmare is wonderful. and this is too is fiction. and this too will be posted and people will find these and get curious.

and i just hope that with all the new vawes of people we don't forget the joy of hearing their story for the first time - with all the emotional turns and twists. with all the fandom takes that might pour in i know people are searching for their joy. but overwriting it in a haze won't be the same as letting these characters speak for themselves - most well written characters do. and we love to listen to them.

[upthehillart]

here’s what’s up👀

Heyoo! So: at the moment I don’t really have art in the works to share, but that’s because I’m working on a couple of other things! Let me briefly tell you about them! :)

1. Drarry Project  This is something I started working on in 2019 - some of you might remember participating in a questionnaire about it? So this is it, and it’s finally coming to fruition!! This will be a Drarry zine with exclusive art and ficlets (written in collaboration with my talented bestie @shewhomustnotbenamed​), as well as a coloring/puzzle game book and a pin and prints and stickers and more - all Drarry!😇 I am hoping to open the shop for pre-orders within the next few months (or later..) - I will definitely keep you updated about it! :)

2. Pansmione Fanfiction  I’m finishing up writing and drawing for a Pansmione fic of ~30-40k words :) It’s somewhat niche maybe - they’re both Aurors on a mission and have to survive in the woods without wands hahah It’s smutty and explicit and not for everyone I guess, but maybe some of you will be interested - I’ll let you know when it’s being posted!😏 I really hope I get it done this year!

So there’s that! Naturally, if I do end up drawing more fanart (these projects aside), I’ll post it! Just wanted to give you a heads-up in case you don’t hear from me for a lil bit :) Thanks for sticking around!!🥰

[alstroemeriadissonance]

House Call (NSFW)

Part of Entrapped - series of smutty NSFW fansequels for Vyn's cards, with their own sort of continuity Pt 01 Layers | Pt 02 House Call

Fansequel to Mercury in Retrograde. Rosa gives Vyn another chance to prove his worthiness of the top spot in her Send Help list.

Wet shirt doctor happens.

Nothing gets fixed. Again.

Fic ultimately inspired by this post

and a specific bit by this fanart

Rosa: Dr. Richter, I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but can I ask for your help?

Vyn: Anything and anytime, Rosa. What is it?

Rosa: The wall mount for my shower head came loose and I can't attach it by myself...is it alright if you could take a look at it and see if it's something you can fix?

Vyn: I will be there in a few minutes.

Rosa: Thanks, Dr. Richter!

Vyn: But may I ask for something in exchange?

Rosa: What is it?

Vyn: Remember to call me Vyn. Like how you did, back in the garden.

Unwittingly reminded of that time, you blush furiously as the memories of what happened in the relative privacy of his English garden flood back into your mind.

It only happened less than a month ago, and it took you two weeks to snap out of daydreaming about it every so often, which oftentimes had you blanking out, trying to relive the exquisite experience in your thoughts...

Get a hold of yourself, Rosa!

You put your phone down onto the kitchen table, and slap both of your cheeks, hard. There are some preparation that needed doing, such as making sure tea and other snacks are on hand, and...

Should I tidy up the bedroom?

Goddamn it, Rosa, you invited the man to your house to help you with the shower, NOT jump on him!

You bury your face into your hands, cursing at yourself in frustration.

===

"Hello, Rosa," Vyn greets you with a smile as soon as you open the door, his large toolbox on one hand and a large duffel bag in the other. "Did you wait too long?" he asks as you usher him into the living room. "I had to gather my things first."

"Oh, is that the toolbox we bought the last time?"

"Yes, the very same one." Vyn says as he places it on the glass table and his duffel bag on one end of the sofa. "I do not want to accidentally leave out anything that may be needed to fix your shower head, and so I brought everything with me."

"Thanks Dr. Ri--Vyn," You quickly correct yourself. It's still surreal, being on a first-name basis with this illustrious man who still you look up to.

"I really appreciate you going through the trouble of coming here to help."

"'Dr. Richter', still?" Vyn said as he turns to face you. "Are you still not used with the intimacy of calling me by my name?"

He grins, as if teasing you. His face takes on a rakish smile that you cannot help but blush.

And he makes it known that he notices--his smile widens, and his eyes become more seductive, even with his glasses. "I wonder what I should do, so that you will always remember to call me 'Vyn'" he whispers, tipping his head to one side as he looks at you with amusement.

"Oh, um..."

Before you can dwell on what to reply, it is then that you notice he is differently dressed than usual: a thin, white casual button down shirt, with sleeves rolled up to the elbows; simple dark denims. He seems sufficiently dressed for the task, you realize, and that even dressed like this, he still looks downright hot.

"Well?" Vyn now crosses his arms, not letting up with his teasing, waiting for your reply. "What do you need me--or us--to do, so you are always reminded to call me by my name?"

Mustering all your courage, you say "This," and stand on tiptoe to plant a kiss on his warm cheek.

"Oh?"

Before your heel could even touch the floor Vyn pulls you even closer to him.

"That is not enough, I am afraid," he almost purrs, and he tips your chin upwards with a gentle touch of his fingertip. His face slowly dips towards yours as he whispers, "Let us start with this."

His warm lips softly nibble on your lower lip. With a sigh--of longing?--his arms slide across your back, pulling you even closer, impossibly closer, to his warm body, so much that you feel the thudding of his heart against his chest, and the stirrings of his arousal starting to poke against your stomach.

You moan, and Vyn takes that chance to slip his tongue inside, seeking yours to slide against it needily, sensuously, hungrily... The kissing is so unmistakably sexual that the shower head may not be fixed, after all...

With a groan Vyn reluctantly pulls away. He calms himself down with deep breaths, before saying, "There. After that, will you still keep on calling me 'Dr. Richter', or will you call me by my name from now on?"

You can see him still catching his breath; a telltale pink sex flush coloring his cheeks, contrasting beautifully with his champagne-gold eyes now hazy with lust; his silver hair slightly tousled.

Is this still Dr. Richter? You ask yourself. No. This man in front of me is Vyn. You repeat his name in your mind, the single glorious syllable rolling off quite beautifully in your head and imprinting itself all over your temporal lobe. Vyn. Vyn.

Vyn.

"Vyn," you whisper as you behold the beautiful man right in front of you.

And Vyn smiles, satisfied. "I am glad.

"Well then," he says as he gets into gear. "Can you show me the way to your broken shower?"

===

"Ah, this is quite a pickle," Vyn murmurs as he holds the wall mount of the shower head to the tiled wall with one hand, and a screwdriver with the other. "I am sure I have the right screw, but..."

He then continues to work the screw nail embedded into the hole with the screwdriver. "...it does not seem to tighten at all."

"I wonder what's wrong..." you murmur. "Do you need me to fetch something that may help?"

Vyn pauses, as if in thought. Then he finally says, "Would you be a dear and fetch me the home maintenance book I left in the backseat of my car? It is the same one that we bought together from the book club."

You remember what book it is. "Sure," you say, and off you go to his car to fetch it.

===

When you get back you hear the hissing of the shower coming from the bathroom, and a loud thudding noise, followed by some cursing in a language not your own.

"Vyn!" you cry out, alarmed. What if he hurt himself?  You frantically run up the stairs leading to the loft area of your apartment, turning left to your bathroom...

And you see him lying down in your bathtub, the shower going off and drenching him in water.

"Vyn! Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" You run towards the tub, seating yourself by the edge as you peer at Vyn still wincing and rubbing the back of his head.

"No, no. I think I am fine." he finally says. He moves his limbs, as if checking for any pain coming from bruises or broken bones. "All in one piece.

"Forgive me; I am rather clumsy," Vyn mutters as his back slides up the tub, letting himself settle into a sitting position. He then fumbles at the shower head to turn it off. "It is upsetting how I cannot--"

It is then that you notice his current state: Vyn sprawled in the wet tub, his clothes soaked; his white shirt absolutely drenched with its thin cotton fabric now translucent and sticking onto his lithe body, his muscles and even his nipples now showing through the fabric...

You gulp.

He notices you staring at him. "Ohoh. So the last time was never a wonderful misunderstanding, was it?" Vyn asks, grinning. "You were indeed...looking at me, in that way."

"Well, I--" you struggle to string together a plausible excuse, then Vyn mercifully cuts in.

"You were staring at me, if you may recall," he licks his lips, which curl into a seductive grin; his eyes almost leering behind wet silver eyelashes tipped with droplets of water, and the lenses of his eyeglasses streaked with water marks.

"Staring at me in that exact same way. If you can only look into a mirror right now, you could see your lustful face..."

Vyn then runs a hand through his wet silver hair, slicking his hair backwards as he keeps on leering at you; he even bites his lower lip, as if to further amp his teasing...

Is he...Is he preening? Right in my tub?

Oh god.

"I like it when you look at me that way, Rosa," he whispers, voice now low and seductive. "It makes me..."

His fingers deftly undo the buttons of his shirt.

"...feel certain things."

Unconsciously you bring a hand to your lips; you are now acutely aware of the furious blush blooming up your neck, up to the entirety of your face. Your breath picks up once you see him working on his belt buckle...

"Rosa, I did mention how you are the only one who can see my vulnerability," Vyn says as he manages to unbuckle his belt. "Permit me, then, to also show you the darker sides to me..."

He smiles at you, as if in a dangerous invitation. "...do you want to see it?" he asks, his fingers now on the button of his denim pants. "Shall I proceed, or is this too much for my virgin Rosa?"

You are watching his fingers on his pants in rapt attention, only to be further teased as Vyn stops in the middle of opening his fly until he hears your reply.

"I may be a virgin," you say, your own voice heavy with such desire, as if someone else is speaking on your behalf. "...but that should not stop me from looking at you, should it?"

You feel your own lips drying. and so you give them a lick.

Vyn lets out a low chuckle as he continues unbuttoning his pants, then proceeding to pull at the zipper.

His black underwear is now visible, and you can clearly see his own arousal straining against its soft fabric.

Now both of your hands are covering your mouth, as your eyes are glued to him as he teases you with the slow, measured movements of his long, slender fingers.

"Welcome to the darker side of me, Rosa," Vyn says, his smile slowly transitioning to a look of hunger. "Look at me. I like it when you look at me, in that way." His fingers now slip underneath the band of his briefs, pulling out his erect cock, its full length now freed and it twitches once, in his grasp.

You let out a small gasp at the sight; your mouth dries, and so you lick your lips once again, unconsciously. Yet your eyes do not leave the sight of his stiff member, even as Vyn holds it with one hand, his thumb starting to massage the underside of his length just where the cockhead meets the shaft.

"Yes, look at me, Rosa--this is how I am, in those lonely nights when there is nothing else to do but think of you." He groans as his other hand slithers inside his opened shirt, thumbing a nipple.

"Ahh--" he moans, driving his head deeper against the backrest in your tub. "Gods--haha--it feels even better now that you are indeed looking at me."

You squirm on the edge of the tub, all too aware of the wetness pooling in your nethers as you watch him pleasure himself inside your tub with abandon. "Vyn, I--oh damn." You bite your thumb. "Even I am now feeling things too," you say, laughing weakly in a lame attempt to distract yourself from the hot, heavy, suffocating atmosphere of sexual tension threatening to smother you.

"Hahh--gods, Rosa, I want you..." your doctor now grips his cock firmly, his hand now jerking himself off as his other hand fondles his nipple. "I...I want you."

"What do I need to do?" You ask, as your hands grip the edge of the tub so hard your knuckles turn white. Even if you are inexperienced with sex, the desire is still undeniably strong--you only need guidance...

And you want him, damn it. Even if he is in your goddamn tub.

"I do not plan on deflowering you here in such a laughable setting," Vyn says with a lopsided grin, his hands not letting up with his self-pleasuring. "But I suppose we can still do...certain things."

"Certain things...?" Your breath hitches, excited at the prospect of a new experience.

"It will be easier if I demonstrate, my dear Rosa. Come join me here, if you want."

As if in a trance you find yourself slipping out of your clothes, joining Vyn in the wet, empty bathtub; entangling your limbs in the tight, cramped space as your tongues ravenously slide against each other.

You initially think that it would be cold in the bathtub not filled with hot water, but you soon find that Vyn now feels warmer against your naked body; and your combined body heat causes you to sweat a little.

Now at close proximity with him you finally notice that Vyn actually has a beauty spot underneath his delicate collarbone. "Hey...I did not know you have a mole here," you whisper. "I do not recall you wearing anything that exposes your collarbone--did anyone else have the chance to see this beauty mark?"

"No. I am always properly attired, Rosa, and that means my shirts are always buttoned up including the collar."

Delighted at the knowledge of yet another sight that is reserved for you, you give the spot with the beauty mark a slow lick, relishing the slight salt taste on his skin.

Vyn lets out another low chuckle.

"Rosa, I am sorry that you should see me like this," he says quite unapologetically. "But I want you to know how much I..."

He takes one of your hands, leading it to his cock. "...Want you."

"Yeah, I can clearly see that, Vyn," you murmur against his lips. "I--ever since that time in the garden, I couldn't stop thinking about you too."

Your fingers tentatively touch his erection, then you allow yourself to grip him with your inexpert grasp.

"Allow me," he says, amused, as he gently prises off your fingers and bringing your palm to his lips. "Give it a little lubrication," he whispers before running the flat of his tongue all over your palm, coating it with his saliva.

"There," he murmurs once he is satisfied.

"And you hold it like this..." Vyn guides your fingers, wrapping them around his girth. "Apply a little pressure, like so..." His fingers press gently against yours holding his length. "...and do not be afraid to stroke me, like this..."

You pay full attention to his instruction, spellbound, the same way that you would with his lectures whenever you sit in his classes.

"Go ahead, try it by yourself," Vyn tells you as he lets go of your hand. "Feel free. You will find my feedback will come--hahh--quickly."

"Mnh--ahh--yes, that is right," Vyn closes his eyes as he thoroughly enjoys your practical demonstration, your hand stroking up and down the full length of his cock. "Yes, you are doing rather--gods--well. Continue," he says as if you were both in a classroom setting.

You smile at his reactions, you feel elated that he is writhing in pleasure by your hand, you are delighted at the moans that slip out of his mouth. "Am I doing it right?" You ask as you keep stroking him. "Does it make you feel good?"

"Yes, you are doing it right--ah--my pet," he moans, looking at you helplessly with his misty gold eyes. "Yes. Damn. Your fingers feel fucking good."

You blink at hearing him swear. "Haha, must be that good huh," you grin as you dip in for another kiss.

"Let me return the favor, pet?" He purrs as he guides one of your thighs to wrap around his waist. "Tell me...have you touched yourself in this way?"

You feel one of his hands trail down to your pussy, fingertips gathering wetness along the slit before slipping his index finger almost halfway inside. "Does this hurt?"

"No, and...no," You answer, shimmying your hips a little, trying to get used to the sensation of having something inside you. "It doesn't hurt, but it's my first time--ah!"

Vyn slowly thrusts his index finger in and out of you, each thrust inside driving his digit deeper inch by sweet inch. "How does this feel?"

"I--I don't know," you say, but you catch yourself moaning as his strokes become steadier and faster. "It feels...strange, but..."

"But...?" Vyn licks your ear to tease you even more. "If you feel like it, I can add another finger inside you..."

"Y-yeah, let's try that," you say as you keep on stroking his cock. "Oh--shit!" You yelp as Vyn slips another finger inside, now fucking you with two digits.

"The shower head will probably need to--ahh, fuck--wait for another day, pet?" Vyn's voice now starts to shudder. "It still works without even if not mounted in the wall. I am--hahh--damn--sorry."

You laugh at the mention of the one thing you invited him over--only to be promptly forgotten in the throes of making out with the one supposed to fix it. "Yes, I can still--ah!--shower--uughn--Vyn," you moan as your hips now start to grind against his toned abdomen. "I want to...come..."

"Sing for me then, Rosa," Vyn whispers, his voice now outright erotic. I shall make you come with my fingers."

Lewd, wet sounds now emanate from the delicious finger fucking that he is giving you, now that you are immensely wet, so wet that your juices have even spread on his abdomen as your hips grind against it with abandon.

His other hand slips between you, its fingers now massaging your clit.

"Shit, Vyn," you moan helplessly, so overcome with pleasure from both of his hand, that your own hand stops stroking him. "Oh--"

"Yes, come for me," Vyn whispers directly into your ear, his hot breath making you hiss through your teeth. "Come. And sing my name out loud when do you?" His fingers pick up speed, nudging you over the edge...

"Oh god. Oh god--" your inner thighs tense up as you feel the imminent wave of pleasure coming. Your toes curl, your free hand grabs fistfuls of his silver hair as you press his face against yours, both of your tongues dancing in a torrid, openmouthed kiss.

And the wave washes over you, and you cry his name out loud--the acoustics of your bathroom letting his name reverberating within its walls. "Vyn," you moan helplessly, his fingers still not letting up even as your inner walls spasm around his fingers.

"Heh. My little virgin Rosa," Vyn hums, satisfied with his handiwork. "I am so tempted to deflower you, right here and now, but I shall do so properly, and in a proper, romantic setting..."

"What, my bathtub isn't romantic?" you retort as you slowly recover from the orgasm.

"Before you crack any more jokes, beloved, remember that I am not done yet," Vyn reminds you, his cock in your hand still stiff and requiring more attention. "Just a little bit more--I am quite turned on by your singing earlier." He gives the shell of your ear a small lick. "Continue pleasuring me, pet."

You do not need to be told any further--you apply a little bit more pressure as you stroke his full length--up and down--and you try experimenting with applying more pressure on the underside with your thumb.

The way Vyn is now moaning your name out loud, repeatedly, tells you that you are doing the right thing.

"Does it feel good, Vyn?"

"Y-yes, ah--just a little more--" he grunts, his hips now moving against your hand...

Then it comes. This time it is Vyn who presses your face closer this his for a deep kiss, and he moans your name, over and over, into your mouth. You feel his hot sperm come out in bursts, coating your hand and splashing onto the back of your thighs, dripping down onto his abdomen.

It is a mess. A rather sexy mess.

"The wall mount for the shower head..." you giggle. "I wonder if it will even be fixed."

"Maybe call a professional if you want it fixed properly, my love?" Vyn mumbles weakly, still recovering from his own climax, his face nuzzling your hair.

"No. I want my Dr. Sexy to fix my shower."

Vyn laughs at the horrible nickname. "Do not call me that when there is someone else around, I beg you."

===

After showering (with the wall mount for the shower still broken) and changing into dry clothes, you both once again try your hand into fixing the wall mount.

"Um, Vyn, look at this," you point at the page displayed on your smartphone. "It mentions something like uh--" you peer at the text once again. "A screw anchor?"

"Let me see that," Vyn says as he holds out his hand.

He then reads the information as soon as you give him your smartphone. "Hmm. Ah--I think that may be the problem..."

He hands you back your phone and he stands on tiptoe to level one of his eyes to the hole, peering inside. "I think I found something...hand me one of the longer screws, please?"

Vyn then proceeds to dig out something from the hole with the long screw. Eventually he pulls out a small elongated object made out of plastic.

The both of you peer at it closely. "It's cracked," you note. "That must be why the screw can't be tightened."

"Yes, you are right," Vyn murmured. "I do not think I have this in my toolbox--we will need to go to the hardware store to buy a replacement."

You sigh. "I'm really sorry, Vyn--you go all this way and for nothing..."

"Nothing, Rosa? Are you sure?"

You look up at Vyn, whose eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Well..." you smile back, coyly. "I am still a virgin. By technical standards."

"Heh," he then bends down to lower his lips to your ear. "Next time, I will take you," His whisper sends electric jolts down your spine. "And I will, as they say, blow your mind."

[smquickies2022]

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Publish between June 19-25, 2022

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1k words or less

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[Prompts] 1. Appliances, 2. Glass, 3. Leather, 4. Grass, 5. Dressing Room, 6. Tabletops / Countertops, 7. Water, 8. Bath, 9. Lace, 10. Stainless Steel, 11. Picnic, 12. Brick