#don't let me pick up more plot bunnies

[hkblack]

Let me tell you a story...

It starts in the summer of 2021. Honestly it probably starts a little before that. 2020 through 2022 ish are a bit hazy because there was a lot of sitting around at home doing nothing.

Somewhere in that haziness my partner goes “wait, you haven’t watched this Good Omens show yet? And you haven’t read the book? … oh no. You should do that.”

And immediately after finishing the show I knew I was in trouble. I knew if I read the book I would absolutely fall down the fandom rabbit hole and be trapped, and so for a very long while, I didn’t. Until I did.

And then in August 2021, I wandered into fandom. I had been lurking. Seeing what AO3 had to offer. Crawling back onto Tumblr. But I had a story idea, and I needed a beta reader. And the last time I was in fandom, LiveJournal was still a thing, so I didn’t know where to go.

I found out about Discord, and I signed up for a thousand servers, it felt like, and in one server I bravely started sticking my neck out.

There was talk about someone writing a Human AU on a farm, and farm animals in general, and I chimed in about goat-scaping. And then I made the joke that would seal my fate.

“I don’t know if I could write a kid fic, but you know. I could write a kid (goat) fic.”

It was meant to be a short, sweet, meet-cute. Professor Aziraphale has a goat from the goat scaping team break into his office. Based loosely on a campus experience where a member of the goat-scaping team at a campus I was on tried (and failed) to get into a classroom once.

A simple formula. Maybe a 4+1? 4 times a goat broke into Professor Aziraphale Fell’s office, and one time it didn’t.

I even found the first beta reading request. First chapter done, I’ve got four more planned. Rated T.

Ha.

I started writing Chapter 5, you know, the final chapter, and realized—there’s more to this story. These characters have life, and story, and who doesn’t want to see more goats? Also, had I truly fulfilled the “kid-fic” portion of my joke?

I think we can all agree that no, no I hadn’t.

So, I kept writing. But I also found my stride in other Discord Servers and in Fandom in general. And in the winter of 2021, I went on a beta-reading blitz for the Gift Exchange happening in the Do It With Style Events Discord server. I read something like 14? 15? stories in a very short amount of time and in doing so, got to know some really amazing people and began to carve out my spot in the community.

From this server I found folks with lived goat-experience who were willing to share and advise me. From this server I found beta readers and brit pickers willing to cheer me on and guide my writing to the best version it could be. I found friends and joy and I found community.

And if you look very carefully through the pages of Bleating Hearts, I think that at its heart, past the puns, past the obvious fast burn love story, and the crooked Luce Matin and demanding James Starr, and even beyond the goats, it’s a story about finding your place in a community. While we talk about Aziraphale and Crowley and their relationship, so many people have asked me about Anathema and Crowley at the chicken coop (we only got to see Newt and Aziraphale in the bedroom). The most commented on scene is Anathema pulling the car over and getting Aziraphale’s consent to go to Tracy’s for lunch.

It's a story with goats, romance, and drama. But it’s a story about community.

I have thanked the people most involved a thousand times over, and I will always take an excuse to thank them again. @ambrasue, my ride or die beta reader. She is who to thank for the sentences making sense. And for me not beating you all over the head with the word “Gently.” HolRose, for the Brit-Picking and second pair of eyes when Ambra and I had gone cross-eyed, and always, always, always having a kind comment ready to go for every chapter update. @writingordinaryrealities, for all things Goats, and for not laughing at me when we met in person and I lost my cool over real life goats.

@mirjam-writes! Mirjam made me my first ever fanart for one of my fanfics! And so many more of you have followed suit and I never know what to say when I see it but I always make a noise and run excitedly to my partner and flap my hands and show him his heart and he always gets the dumbest smile and goes, “I love when people make you goat fanart. You are adorable when you’re verklempt.”

But also, the DIWS and Good Omens community. Every single person who shouted at one of my snippets when I needed a boost and shared a bit of what I was proud of. Every single person who tagged me in a goat video—you all have tagged me in so many goat videos. I watch each and every one of them. Every single person who got excited when I said I was finally ready to start posting.

Because you see, that support, that community, led me to pay it forward. At TIC4 in 2023, I had just finished my panel on beta reading and was feeling a bit amped up. I saw in the chat that someone wanted to talk Slow Show and Human Aus and, I don’t know if y’all know this, but uh, I’m a big fan of human AUs. And so I hopped into the break out room and met J.

J is a lovely human who has been fandoming since the OG Star Trek days with Kirk and Spock. She had found a physical copy of Slow Show and just needed to talk to someone, anyone about it. She wasn’t sure what the Archive was, she was still learning her way around digital fandom, and I instantly wanted to reach out and help her find community and joy the way I had when I got started in the fandom. So, I sat down and I gave her my favorites. I told her how to find me on socials. We connected on Discord. We sent each other long letters back and forth on Discord sharing our joys and frustrations and our love of GO and talking about all sorts of other things. And it has been amazing listening to her stories and getting to know her.

Unbeknownst to me, J had reached out to @brunheiffer to ask for a physical copy of Bleating Hearts. Now—I’m all for fandom in the physical space, but it’s never even crossed my mind to do more than something printed out at my home printer, hastily hole punched, and shoved into a binder so I could sneak fanfiction reading time during 5th period math class after I was done with my worksheets many, many, many moons ago. When brunheiffer reached out and asked if they could print and bind a copy for me—I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Or think. I think I keysmashed? I keysmashed after I made my partner read the message out loud. And then I went and looked through tumblr and all of brunheiffer’s excellent work. And then I went, “Do I say yes?” and he went “um YES OF COURSE YOU SAY YES. WHAT”

So, I said yes.

I also said yes to progress shots and got to watch some of the coolest work ever. I didn’t know how books…ya know…booked. Witchcraft probably? I’m still convinced there is witchcraft involved, but there is also an incredible amount of skill, and time, and patience, and hard work, and love that is put into making a book a book. And learning what I did, and watching the process, and seeing the care that brunheiffer put into each of the three (THREE!) sets of books that were made (one for me, one for brunheiffer, one for J), was just stunning.

Do you know, J reached out to me and apologized for not asking me first and asked me if it was okay that she had reached out and asked if brunheiffer would do this for her? Why would I ever be against something so heartfelt and kind?

I cried.

I legitimately sat in my office and cried.

When people ask me how I write the way I do, or why I write, or anything along those lines. I have the same answer. “I write for myself.”

Oh sure, I started to write Bleating Hearts to make Ambra laugh and/or have feelings, but at the end of the day, when I write, it is because I need to get the bed time stories I tell myself at night, the day dreams while sitting on the bus, out of my head and somewhere else—so that a new movie can play. And when I write, I write knowing that I will come back to that story. That I will forget the little pieces (because I have a pretty shit memory tbh), and I’ll be able to go back, and wrap myself up in the comfort of the story I have written, and be surprised by some of the little details I left as presents for myself. And be excited. And be happy. And watch my favorite movie again.

So every time I see someone make art of this story, or talk about how they love the story, or how happy it made them, or the feelings it inspired, or how reading goats made them want to write their own fanfiction—I get, well, like my partner says, “verklempt.” I don’t know what to do with that feeling, other than to just be overwhelmed that somehow something I made to entertain me has brought other people so much joy. Has helped people connect and find community.

What a powerful and beautiful thing that is.

Not everything I write is going to be Bleati—y'all I am just going to call it Goats. Calling it Bleating Hearts feels so weird. It’s Goats. That’s the name of the story. That’s my name for the story.

Anyway.

Not everything is going to be Goats. I’ve got some wips in the hopper right now that are um…lots of angst and heavy spice. Not everything I write is going to be liked by everyone. Some of it may even offend you.

But knowing that this one thing has inspired you all to the point that I’ve been gifted the ability to hold my story in my hand?

That’s powerful.

And it only exists because this community, this Good Omens community, has come together and chosen joy.

There’s some bad apples out there, there are in every bunch. But I am liberal with my block button and have been blessed to find a welcoming and warm community that creates some amazing and incredible art—whether that’s like actual like digital or pen to paper art, or the fiction you write, or the podfics you record, or the meta analysis you write, or the playlists or the animatics or the beta reading or the shouting unhinged support or the role playing or the plushies, or the books you bind—this community is full of incredibly creative and amazing people.

So thanks, y’all, for letting me part of your community, and enjoying my silly little goat fic. And thank you brunheiffer and J for this amazing gift.

If you haven’t read it, or just want to reread it, you can read Bleating Hearts (GOATS) on Archive of Our Own.

All my love,

HK

(I am the most cringe sap on main right now. No regurts)

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 - TRIO LIN KUEI + FRIEND!READER | PART 2 - AFTER BI HAN'S BETRAYAL .

A/N: This is a continuation of this post here, you don't need to read it, but it's good to give some context.

TW: afab reader, smut, angst, dark!bi han, nsfw, plot follows the canon line of mk1 (with the ending of tomas, kuai liang and bi han), tomas x reader, bi han x reader, soft!dom bi han, v!sex, oral (f!re), temperature!play.

✧ ENDING 1 | STAY WITH KUAI LIANG AND TOMAS VRABADA

The news that bi han had become a tyrant and had betrayed lin kuei values ​​came as a shock to you. Seeing Kuai Liang and Tomas with looks of anger and disappointment broke your heart - mainly due to the fact that they packed all their personal belongings in a hurry, afraid of what might happen if Bi Han found them there after the fight they had.

You didn't know what to think at that moment, it seemed like the weather had frozen, your knees felt weak thinking that Bi Han, the grand master who welcomed you, pampered you and made you feel loved... He had become a monster.

Kuai Liang reached out to you, telling you that he would form another clan. "-Come with me and Tomas, let's be great... Without bi han and his insanity for power." the pyromancer looked at you expectantly, along with Tomas, who placed his hand on your shoulder, while smiling slightly at you. "-Come with us dear, I promise we will protect you from our brother's wrath, I know he is important to you, it hurts both of us too but..." Vrbada pauses for a while, thinking about the harsh words his older brother he had told him at Liu Kang Temple, hours before. "-But he's not the same anymore..."

You felt butterflies in your stomach, but you made the decision to go with the two - after all, they were yours for many years, you met Kuai Liang first, but your heart was still heavy for Bi Han - The three of you left at dawn, without doing anything, no noise or attracting attention, but you knew there was someone watching you, the air was freezing, and you knew it was sub zero in the distance, but he just had a look... Sad? Disappointment perhaps? Small tears could be seen, but he pushed them away as he watched you walk away from him, the grandmaster would blame everything but you. "-It was Kuai Liang and Tomas' fault... I'm sure... You wouldn't abandon me willingly... Right, my bunny?" Bi Han whispered to himself, trying to contain the discomfort that haunted his chest, returning to his quarters... He wasn't going to give up on you, but for now, he wasn't going to do anything, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take what was his by right... You.

You, Kuai and Tomas met Harumi, and it hurt a little to see your best friend leave you a little aside for being in love with someone else, but you understood that Scorpion would also have to have a love life. You and Tomas kept seeing the couple from afar, while smiling at seeing Liang so in love with her - even naming the new Shiray Ryu clan after her - with that, you and the smoke ninja became closer... A lot closer.

Vrbada started giving you gifts, asking you out, he was courting you little by little, trying to move from just friendship for many years to something more. After all, he always liked you romantically but never had the courage to say something, he asked Kuai Liang and even Harumi for some advice, which motivated him to speak up and confess his feelings for you.

But it was little Hanzo who made everything work out between you two, on one training day you saw him pull your shirt and point at Tomas, saying loudly: "-(Y/N) Tomas likes you! Because Don't you two stay together?" Smoke blushed deeply feeling exposed, but grateful to see your smile at him while you yourself asked him out that night. He was a blushing mess as he stuttered, handing you a bouquet of flowers, he was totally dressed up when he picked you up at home, wearing light colored formal clothes that hugged his muscles.

The night was pleasant, with Tomas trying to say everything he felt, everything he kept close to his chest during years of friendship, he knew that you were still thinking about everything that happened in the lin kuei, but that you needed to move on. "-I always liked you darling... Your smile, the nights you slept between me and Kuai Liang, I was afraid of suffocating you sometimes, you know?" Vrbada smiled amusedly, taking your hands and giving each one a chaste kiss, massaging them with his thumb in circular movements. "-I promise that if you give me a chance, I will be the best partner for you (Y/N)... I know I've been your best friend for years, but, I want to be more, much more, stay with me, let's go try a new life... Together." He looked directly into your eyes, the same eyes that always lit up your day like the bluest sky, as you finally felt the Slav's lips press against yours, the moon illuminated you both and your worries were gone... Even if momentarily.

And this would obviously end on your bed, with Tomas on top of you covering your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise, his cock would plunge slowly and difficultly into your tight pussy, while he moaned hoarsely in your ear. "-Fuck-! Dear, stop squeezing me so hard, you're fucking gripping me... F-Fuck your pussy feels so good on my dick..."

Another thing that surprised you was how submissive Smoke was in bed, always asking 'please' to cum inside or for you to let him cum. He would cry like hell if he got overstimulated, babbling in his mother tongue as he cummed every last drop of cum in you. Vrbada enjoys just seeing your pleasure, watching you ride his face, while moaning his name loudly like a mantra, the poor man is already going to cum and whimper that he needs your pussy on him immediately - it was a pleasant surprise to see your best friend like that - especially how he liked to be praised while fucking you, looking directly at your face, calling him a "good boy" makes him come immediately inside you, while he whimpered and said "fuck" repeatedly with his mind broken with too much pleasure to be the rational ninja he always was.

Kuai Liang will smile at the two of you from afar, wanting to have a celebratory dinner to celebrate his brother's success and your passion - which practically every Shiray Ryu heard through Tomas' groans -, but don't be fooled, from afar, you could feel a cold look and now, cruel, Bi Han, he was furious and now more than ever he was going to take you from his brother's arms as a form of revenge for both of you, because now, the grand master was broken at the sight of the way you gave yourself up to Smoke, he wouldn't show any pity, and he would do whatever it took to make you see your mistake even if it meant killing everyone in his path, and that included everyone, even his own brothers, he would catch you whether you want it or not. But in the present, you were happy to be with Tomas, without knowing the troubled future that Bi Han planned for you...

✧ ENDING 2 - STAY WITH BI HAN

You couldn't believe it when you saw Bi Han come back and quickly change everything in the structures of the Lin Kuei clan, he was ruder, colder, but he tried to be as gentle as possible with you, as he always was and tried. You asked him about Kuai and Tomas, which made the grandmaster wrinkle his nose and say with contempt that they had betrayed him, hadn't followed his orders, and that now it was just the two of you against the world.

You knew that Bi Han was lying, but you felt the need to continue on his side, perhaps, with the false hope of making him see that Liu Kang was not the enemy of the Lin Kuei, that your clan served the earthly plane and I didn't need to dominate him. But, Bi Han was blinded by power, but he still wanted to have you around, he loved you and for years you were and were the only person who was closest to him - he didn't trust anyone like he trusted you, not even Sektor -, however this made you have to swear loyalty to the grand master and abandon your best friends. "-Good choice, I knew you were smarter than them... then lets go and make history my angel. Together, we will bring glory to the clan, and power to ourselves." Bi Han says as he walks in front of you to the Lin Kuei headquarters, while he held you tightly, as if he was afraid of losing you at any moment. "-After this war is over, we should go to my little sanctuary at the top of the mountain and stay there for a few days - just me, you, and nature..." he whispered in your ear, taking you to his room, which would now be yours too.

You never thought that Bi Han saw you as a potential love or partner, but from the way he treated you now - whispering sweet and possessive things in your ear, his big cold hands kneading the flesh of your hips lightly, the warm shower of herbs that he prepared just for you... It was obvious that he had feelings stored up for all the years of your friendship - "-Make yourself comfortable while I prepare everything else..." he soon takes you to the center of his bed , as he did rarely in the times when he was still your friend, he was still your bi han... But, he still loved you, he loved you more than you thought. "-You know that I don't just see you as a friend, right? All these years that were me, you and..." He pauses and a long sigh comes out of his lungs, as he looks at his hands, while He remembered his brothers but pushed away those thoughts of "weakness". "-Anyway... I always saw you as more than a future right-hand man for me, more than a friend, you understand, don't you my dear?" Bi Han kisses your neck, licking the drops of water that were still there. "-Just give yourself to me, let me make you my king/queen, you and I will be great, I promise no one will hurt you..."

Bi Han would be gentle with you, making you as comfortable as possible, even if he saw the worry in your eyes because of Vrbada and Liang, he would just bend down and give kisses to your clit, licking the sensitive expanse of your pussy, making you moan and arch your body for more contact with his skin. "-Yes... Just like that... I always knew you were meant for me... Since the first time we met my brother... I always loved you (Y/N)." With one hand firmly holding the waist, ensuring no slipping occurs during passionate thrusts; another arm around your neck, lightly choking just enough to make those beautiful sounds escape your lips even louder, now giving him perfect control over the pace and depth, fucking your pussy with longing and relief, relief of finally having you. have it just for him. "-Take it all. Show me how much you want my cock... Let's make up for lost time, yes, be my good boy/girl..." He moaned and growled in your ear, as he watched your face closely. "-Look at me when you cum- fuck I love you so much, I swear I'll kill anyone who dares take you from me." the grand master made a point of marking you visibly for everyone to see.

If Tomas and Kuai dare to look for you, Bi Han will show no mercy, he has become increasingly paranoid in fear of losing you and if one of them dares to take you to the shiray ryu he will show all the fury he has saved in years. You will be respected inside and outside the lin kuei, being the partner of the grand master, the second person with more power than sub zero himself.

However, you will live only for him, you will live only with him, not that that is a problem, after all Bi Han makes a point of spoiling you, jewelry, treasures or anything you want is yours... Just one word and he will destroy and rebuild the world just to see you smile, he loves you and is completely obsessed with you... so you will just deal with it.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[ja3hwa]

So random thought, whar if you were a songwriter/producer for ateez and you also happen to be very close friends with them? This is the biggest 3am thought I've ever experienced argh.

MDNI 18 +

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So it all started when you went over to the dorm to drop off some mix tapes and other files for Hongjoong. You noticed all the members were home, just lounging and doing their own thing. You greeted them quickly before heading to the home studio Hongjoong made. You were expecting to stay long though, after dropping off all the stuff Joong needed, he thanked you and went straight back to focusing on the sound samples in front of him.

You decided to take your leave until Wooyoung shouted down the hall before you got to the front door, asking —more like begging— you to come play at least a round of mario kart cause they were all trying to prove Yeosang was in fact beatable. He just needed the right competitor.

At first, you tried to decline as nicely as possible, saying, "I need to get home before the storm." But all the boys that sat in the louge all pleaded, needing someone to finally prove Yeosang wrong. You sighed, taking off your shoes and plotting yourself down in between Mingi and Yunho. Who were you to turn down a moment of glory anyways...

You ended up playing three rounds before cycling through all the boys in the room. Beating every single one of them.

Jongho suddenly appeared, saying he was going to order take out and that you should also stay for dinner. Yeosang had left with him to the kitchen to make the order, leaving you, san, wooyoung, yunho, and mingi in the longue room. You didn't have time object Jongho's offer as the minute you went to open your mouth in protest, the rain outside got heavier.

Your phone was also dying, and you still had to walk home... you didn't know what to do.

So you went back down the hall asking Joong for a phone charger, which he let you use his. He was curious as to why you were still at the dorms but too focused to ask.

Seonghwa suddenly met you in the hall saying, "You should stay the night. It doesn't seem like the rain is going to let up anytime soon."

"Thanks, but... I don't want to impose." You would reply.

"Nonsense, here I'll give you some clothes so you can clean up." His bright bunny-ish smile made your heart flutter, making you shy away and just simply agreeing with him. This led to you having a shower and giving Hwa your dirty clothes so he could put them in the wash and dryer so you could wear them tomorrow.

And this all ended you up right in this moment, sitting in nothing but one of Seonghwa's shirts and boxers. You were playing with the hem of the shirt as you watched Wooyoung and San set up a card game on the coffee table. Turns out it was a weird drinking game involving truth and dare. But you all were just going to play it without the alcohol.

A couple of rounds passed, Yunho have to bit Mingis ear, San had to spill a secret no one knew about, Wooyoung stripped of his shirt and you had to sit on someones lap for one whole round—it was Mingis—.

It was your turn again to pick up a card. You rolled the dice, and it landed on the number fivex meaning you got dare. So you picked up one of the cards and read it allowed, "Let the person to your left to me you a hickey."

Yunho was instantly blushing since he was the one in fact sitting on your left. He seemed to be giggling like a teenager the minute you caught his gaze. You didn't see much of a problem at first, even though you were freaking at the idea of the Jeong Yunho putting his mouth on you.

"Okay, uh, but it can't be anywhere visible. I have the shoot tomorrow." You warned him, shifting your body so you were sitting, facing him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him without much effort, onto his lap. Now you were the one blushing.

"How about I do it here?" He pointed to the top of your breast that is covered by the t-shirt. You audibly gulped when he said that. You nodded with a quiet "okay." It was so quiet that everyone only barely heard it.

You had to slid the shirt off since you could pull the collar down enough. You used your right hand to hold the piece of fabric over your chest, covering your front as best as you can. You were basically sitting on Yunho's lap in front of the guys, topless.

Your mind was starting to feel dizzy, tilting back a bit, Yunho got a perfect view of the top of your tits. Your soft, plump boobs. He would give anything to grab a fist full of them right now. But alas, Yunho just simply grabbed your hips, pulling you closer before bringing his head down to latch his warm mouth onto your hot goosebumped skin...

AND THEN I WOKE UP!! 😭😭😭 I WAS SO PISSED OFF.... so anywayy ifejjdsj 😖😵‍💫😵‍💫

[spoiledbratspostsblog]

Simon Riley x bunny!Reader

A/N: My first language is not English. All credits of GIF to the owner! Sorry for any errors. I have pretty much no knowledge on COD or the 141 besides what I've learned on Tumblr lol. This is lowkey Stalker!Simon but not rlly. Just fun girl thoughts and as always enjoys <3

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~You both lived in the same small town and have seen each other around but thought nothing of it.

~Little do you know Simon has been plotting on you since the moment he laid eyes on you at a grocery store.

~Ever since he would walk around everywhere, refusing to use his car just wanting to catch a glimpse of you in the streets.

~one night you were getting all dolled up, you were wearing the cutest little mini-skirt which you matched with your favorite heels.

~your best friend came to pick you up so you two could go clubbing.

~After a long night you two were drunkenly walking around and guess who else was doing the same?

~Price and Simon were looking for pubs to have a drink at after a long day.

~They were both still in uniform.

~ You just couldn't help it- you thought the tall stranger was very attractive but you had no idea he was in the military?

~Maybe it was your drunken state or maybe it was seeing him in his uniform but you just had to talk to him.

~Naturally you’re just not the brightest of the bunch (which is okay cause you're the prettiest) so when it came to talking to him….

~” Hi! I just wanted to say thank you for your service and was wondering if I could get a photo with you!” You slurred and innocently batted your eyelashes as you looked up and smiled.

~Simon almost fell over when you started talking to him smirking at your question.

~” With me? Yeah c’ourse pretty girl”

~ You giggled and stood next to the tall man as your friend mumbled something about ��stranger danger” and Price took the picture.

~Standing there with a slight smirk and a hand around your waist Simon knew he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

~” How bout you tag me in that yeah? You know let me get your number. Just in case you want any more photos?” He teased but you didn't mind his attention too dumb and drunk so you handed over your phone.

~he hands it back and says “Night pretty girl be safe” before walking off with Price.

~as your friend lectured you about being safe you just stared at the photo in utter disbelief of the interaction you two just had.

~Oh but don't worry Simon made sure you got home safe ;)

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[kiame-sama]

Guys, please stop asking me if I am going to keep making content for other things (ie. Hazbin Hotel, HunterxHunter, One Piece, DBZ, ect) I intend to at some point, but the more someone asks for something I am not currently fixated on, the less likely I will be fixated on it in the near future. I have ADHD and Autism, you try to tell me to focus on something other than my current fixation and my brain will get annoyed/indignant and avoid the thing you want because that is how my brain unfortunately works. I work in fixated bursts, feast or famine, and those who have been following my page for a while know I eventually circle back to things.

I appreciate the concern for those who tell me to slow down or take it easy, but the moment I do, my brain loses interest. Object and subject permanence are fleeting in my mind and if I don't focus on something I will eventually forget about it and lose that spark I have for it. When the fixated spark smacks me once more, I will circle back to a topic/character/show/series, until then it remains dormant for another round of feast or famine.

I intend to keep working on various series (ie. 28 years, Drag Me To Hell, Sin Eater, Close to Godliness, Little Spider, my OCs, ect) but you have to let my brain come back to them on its own. Ideas and suggestions for them are fine, but flat out sending in an ask that goes like "when are you doing this again?" "Are you still writing for this?" "Are you not writing this anymore?" Just makes my brain a petulant brat that picks up its toys and stops playing all together. That is how I burn out.

So long as I let my flighty brain play with the plot bunny it wants to play with, I won't burn out. The moment I try to force it to focus on something other than the chosen fixation is when I can't focus on anything- current fixation or not- and the grey-matter refuses to give me anything or ideas on anything.

[aespabangedup]

Dom Hubby Karina, Sub Wifey Irene 💙🍌🍑💖

Writer's Note: This was supposed to be a little answer (The first two paragraph) but I liked the plot so wrote a short smut. We can guess Irene would be Sub as she is introverted and Karina Dom as she is extroverted. But I think Irene wouldn't be the silent Sub type and would try to take back little bit of control and that's the plot of this story. And a lot of filthy hardcore stuff. Enjoy!

Warning: Pure smut. Don't ask for morality here.

Word Count: 1750 plus

Irene sub and Karina dom? I don't think Irene get to wear any proper clothing inside their shared apartment. A little bit of cooking apron and a bunny anal plug is the only modesty she can afford. They are in a live together arrangement for a year.

Aespa is busier than Red Velvet so at the end of her busy schedule tired and stressed Karina only focuses on her cunty little wife. It starts slow and lovely with small pecks and smooch on lips. Karina loves to nudge her head on Irene's, ride on her thigh and play with each other's clit and nipples.

She loves when Irene sucks her big saggy udders, she even presses both together and let Irene suck both nipples at once. Then she focuses on grinding each other's pussy, making both of their lower lips peach red and plump from arousal. Smelling their arousal and licking each other's pussy is just foreplay for them.

But soon the heat rises and Karina’s sadistic side takes over, it never ends well for Irene. Karina picks the biggest strapon dildo from her vast library of punishment tools while Irene waits for her hubby in their sex studio. It's over a feet in length and as thick as a mini water bottle.

She lubes it well for both of them and then first inserts the inner dildos meant for her own into her pussy and ass. Her gaped mouth is drooling while slowly pressing the dildos all the way in, lustful eyes are tearing and needy. She tightens the harness around waist, turns on the built in vibrator that instantly jolts her body. She regains control and walks towards Irene.

Irene's magical smile disappears seeing the biggest strapon in Karina's inventory coming at her. She muffles her own mouth with both hands, the older lady is visibly terrified of the younger girl. She tries to run away but Karina pins her down on their sex bed, specially made and fitted with bdsm kits. The strapon poking Irene's belly.

"Please do anything but that. I had to visit a doctor last time you fucked me with that in my ass" Irene's plea is clear. "Ok, I am not fucking your ass this time. This or let's go to a night club where they will fill you up with real dicks while I get to fuck some real men you whore. Just let me use you as much as you're worth"

Karina hiss back to Irene before shoving the huge dildo all the way in her little pussy. Irene's mouth screams open and stays agaped as the strapon has hit her cervix and all the good spots. The dildos inside Karina press against her walls, the vibrator stimulating hard earning a deep moan from her.

Irene somehow close her mouth and start to scream after that. That's a scene even the best lesbian videos can't capture. Two of the most beautiful idol in Kpop's history having a lesbian sex while moaning and screaming each other's name. Their face flushed red, chest heaving and tits bouncing around as Karina keep stabbing Irene's cervix while getting fucked in her pussy too.

Karina hit Irene's ass sharp leaving a red mark. She starts to pull Irene's hair as the older girl try to pull out. Both of their thighs are dripping with their own pussy juices. Karina tries to grind inside Irene but Irene is trying to get out desperately as her pussy is getting ripped in half.

Thwack! A slap on Irene's face from Karina remind her of her harsh reality. RV a declining group, Irene a declining idol who got no choice but to leech of more famous idol Karina to continue her luxurious life. It's either Karina or other rich more disgusting men and she hates man.

But still she thinks Karina loves her deep inside but in moments like this she doubts that. To Karina she is nothing but a plaything to relieve her stress. "Y-yo-you will break me, please let me rest for a minute" Irene mustered her strength and asked for mercy.

"I should really bring you over to a gangbang party, then you will know it's nothing. I get fucked in all holes by disgusting old men, to earn enough money so that you can stay safe with me. Meanwhile you don't want to get stretched a little bit, you ungrateful bitch!” Karina shout back fiercely.

Karina starts pushing on Irene's bulging abdomen, making it even tighter around her already stuffed baby hole. The veiny design of that massive dildo is scratching all the gspot in Irene's pussy. As expected soon enough Irene start cumming, her juice flooding both of their crotch and thigh.

Karina doesn't stop as her climax is coming too, so she keeps pounding sensitive Irene making her scream and soon enough go limp from the sensory overload. Her uncontrollably convulsing sweaty milky white body is a piece of art.

Unconscious Irene is peeing herself when Karina pulls out, the bed is puddling with their fluid as the sheet is synthetic. Karina rush to remove the strapon and then push that massive dildo in her pussy to fuck herself. After a min of edging and hitting her cervix with that monstrous girth, Karina comes undone and a massive shower of cum and piss escapes her holes.

Panting and heaving, Karina falls on Irene's chest. Her big boobs are mushing against Irene's comparably smaller boobs. She go and start deep kissing Irene taking the taste of her fucked up wife. As if trying to disappear in her lover's holes…….

A sharp jolt wakes Karina up as she finds both of her pussy and ass getting double penetrated with a pair of automated dildos. Getting in and out in a rhythmic way so there is always one deep inside her. She tries to move but find out that her whole body is properly strapped with the bed. She can't even move an inch except her head. But it's not on bed, it's on a chair as she is tied horizontally on the bed.

“IRENE!” Karina screams, “What the fuck is this? Get me out of here now!” She growls with authority being the breadwinner of their brothel of a household. “Coming” a sweet voice comes from the kitchen. Irene come hopping wearing her kitchen apron and bunny plug.

A smile on the older lady's face seeing Karina getting pleasured so hard. “What can I do for you, my love?” “Untie me right now you cunt!” Karina shouts but her voice becomes shaky as her climax hits her right on time. She throws her head back, her watering eyes are ablaze with anger.

“Wher-e d-did yoo gwet itt!” She somehow shouts those words between her body’s convulsing. Not being able to move under the strap makes the climax more terrorizing. “This? I ordered it for your birthday so that we can get both fucked up together.”

A naughty smirk plays in Irene's face. “You are such a masochist, this would be your perfect gift. But seeing how stressed you are lately, I have decided to use it today. Let's undone your pressure, my kitten!” Her laughter becomes wild.

“Ge get me-me outt” Karina musters those words while her body is shaking involuntarily. “Can't my love. You need some real treatment to relieve your stress.” Karina can't reply back as another climax hits her. Her eyes hitting the back while her mouth is open and lolling.

Irene doesn't waste any moment. She brings another automated dildo rig and sets it behind Karina's head. She removes the chair under Karina’s head leaving her head hanging. She starts taking it closer to Karina, aiming her gaped mouth.

Karina momentarily opens her eyes and seeing Irene's intention tries to move her head screaming “N-Noo no nooo…” Karina gets muffled as Irene shoves the entire length inside Karina's mouth hitting the back of her throat. Karina’s muffled sound is music to Irene's ears.

She puts a strap around Karina’s long neck and tightens it a little so Karina can't move her head. Despite the muffled cry, tear and plea from Karina Irene starts the rig and the jelly like soft dildo starts fucking Karina deepthroat. “Chill here for an hour while I prepare breakfast. You know I am not a good cook, that's why it's gonna take long. Enjoy till then sweety.”

Irene puts a kiss on agonized Karina's forehead, then hop out and goes to the kitchen prepping breakfast. The beacon and eggs are sizzling on the griddle, her voluptuous curvy figure on full display. Her milky white body is like a granite sculpted statue of Aphrodite. Ready to get worshipped and fucked by numerous man.

Irene's pussy is glistening from arousal thinking of Karina getting abused on her behalf. Horny Irene is swaying and twerking her ass while her boobs bouncing around. She is dancing seductively to aespa’s new song, “Whip Whiplash, Whip Whiplash……” not like an idol but those cheap club dancers.

But surpassing the cooking and speakers’ sound is Karina’s muffled moans and shrieks. Getting machine fucked, no, more like machine raped while not moving an inch has left her completely abused. Her head is badly leaned back giving her a real whiplash in neck. Her pussy and ass started to bleed while taking breath have become a challenge.

She is sweating like a geyser. Her body is perma shaking with occasional convulsing from numerous climaxes. Her throat and abdomen are bulging rhythmically. Irene has put her phone at a corner of the room recording Karina’s ordeal. Her saggy boobs are dancing around from the shaking body, grown in size from arousal. Brown erected nipples are begging to get sucked.

Karina’s eyes have hit the back of her head leaving only the white in open. Soon she starts to pee, followed by vomit as her inside is giving out. The mouth in dildo is literally pumping the vomit out of her mouth and nose that is creeping down her face and eyes. Karina is in danger but Irene doesn't care today.

A cruel smirk plays on the older lady's face as she keeps swirling and twerking while preparing the breakfast. Despite being a Sub she is loving the shift in role for once. No she is still a Sub so she gives those machines the job to punish Dom Karina for her everyday cruelty. Sure Karina is her hubby, but she should still remember that she is a woman too! That Irene deserves a loving dominant Karina, not an abusive one.

The muffled shrieking of Karina eventually goes silent as her conciseness gives up, leaving a lump heap of idolized meat getting pounded by a lifeless machine……. The machines don't know it, they keep mercilessly penetrating her three holes.

Only the squelching sound of air and fluid escaping from Karina's wet holes remains and the occasional food prep sound of Irene with the addictive beat of Whiplash. "Whip squelch plash squelch squelch whip whiplash squelch whip squelch plash......."

You readers can't deny it's a morning full of serenity.

THE END.

[amazingmsme]

Part Time Actor

AN: I’m so close to getting caught up, I’m really trying y’all! I’ve wanted to write something with Phoenix & Edgeworth watching legally blonde for forever now, & I finally got around to it! Hope y’all enjoy day 23!

Phoenix had been begging Edgeworth to watch this movie for what felt like ages now. Of course, he'd held off for as long as he could, convinced it was another run of the mill 2000's romcom. But after the last film in their horror movie marathon, they both agreed that perhaps a pallet cleanser was in order.

So there they were, sitting in a cozy, dimly lit living room on the couch buried beneath a fluffy blanket as Legally Blonde played on the TV. They idly picked at the half empty popcorn bowl, a few empty candy wrappers littered around them.

The movie wasn't as bad as he thought. Still a little too feminine for his taste, but he was surprisingly invested in the plot. Well, it would be easier to pay attention if Phoenix wasn't reciting the whole damn movie in his ear.

Any witty quip or weighted dialogue was overshadowed by his performance. Which was a little cute at first, sweet even, but now it was getting on his last nerve.

"Thanks for inviting me girls! This party is super fun!" he spoke in sync with Elle, now dressed as a pink bunny. Why she would even trust those snobby girls in the first place was beyond him, and he really was trying to sympathize with her plight.

"Nice outfit!" Oh yeah, he wasn't only sticking to one character. He recited whole scenes with himself. "Oh, I like your outfit too, except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated."  He snorted in amusement at that one, but he might have even chuckled if Wright would just shut up for five minutes...

"Perhaps you should've been an actor, seeing as you know the whole script," he quipped. Phoenix grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I'll be quiet," he apologized.

"Mhmm," Edgeworth hummed, not believing him for a second.

He gave him credit, he lasted longer than he thought he would.

"Smell this. What's that? Her resume." Phoenix paused to look him directly in the eyes- okay so it was intentional- "Smells good."

"That's it," he huffed, moving the bowl of popcorn to the coffee table as he paused the movie because he didn't want to miss anything, damnit!

"Okay, I'll stop! I promise!" he bargained, a smile already twitching at his lips as he backed himself into the corner of the couch.

"No, we're well past that point," Edgeworth growled, a rare playfulness seeping into his tone. He grabbed Phoenix just above the knees, and he immediately barked out a giddy, nervous laugh.

"Wahait, don't!" But that's all he managed to get out before snorting cackles filled the air.

"I think it's sweet of you to want to share your favorite movie with me, but honestly, you don't have to recite every line!" he teased, sounding more fond than annoyed.

"Ihihi'm sohohorryyyy!" Phoenix shrieked as he squeezed up his thighs. His own hands shot down, desperately trying to defend himself from the attack. Edgeworth easily dodged his attempts, managing to reach his hips.

He bucked and squealed, tangling himself in the blanket and making himself an easier target.

"I really am enjoying the movie, but I could go without your rendition," he taunted, allowing a smirk to tug at his lips. Phoenix caught a glimpse of it and felt his heart skip a beat. Or maybe it was just racing because of the tickling, he wasn't sure.

"Ohohokahay, I gehehet ihihit!" he cried, bucking wildly as he pinched and scribbled up his sides, folding in on himself when the target shifted to his stomach. He let out another snort, grabbing onto Edgeworth's wrist, but notably not pushing away.

"Really?"

"Yehehes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yehehes!"

"Hm. I don't believe you," he squeezed from his hips all the way up to his ribs. Phoenix continued to giggle and shriek, leaning halfway over the arm of the couch. He screamed when he felt himself get grabbed by the waist and yanked back onto the couch.

He stared down at Phoenix, hair messy and cheeks flushed pink, a bright, carefree smile stretched across his face. He could cherish this moment forever...

Perhaps the movie could wait.

[neonghostcat]

Brain Overflow

You know how in my last 'state of the author' post I said I could feel the urge to write coming back?

Oh, it has.

It's terribly inconvenient too. I'm going to tell you a little about some of the things I've been thinking of and then whine/wibble a tiny bit if you click through to behind the cut. (You don't have to read the last bit!)

I've written down three different SVSSS (LiuShen) ideas in the last couple of weeks, added a few thoughts to older ideas, made a mental note of possible Cultivate extras, and just refused to write down others so as not to encourage rampant plot bunny breeding.

But let me tell you about a few of them because I'm hoping it reduces the urge to work on them better than just typing up notes.

The Lady Blackbird fusion Not sure what Lady Blackbird is? Well, it's a free tabletop rpg that you can download here. But the TL;DR is, "Sort of like steampunk Star Wars: A New Hope + Firefly + potential Jane Austen novel, if you want." I'll just C&P the pitch here: Lady Blackbird is an Imperial noble fleeing from an arranged marriage to be with her secret lover, the pirate king Uriah Flint. To reunite with him, she has hired a notorious smuggler and the crew of his skyship, The Owl. However, The Owl has been captured by an Imperial cruiser. How will Lady Blackbird and the others escape? What dangers lie in their path on the way to the pirate king’s lair? Can you see where this is going? (Actually, probably not your first thought, no.) We start with Shen Yuan transmigrated in a xianxia-by-way-of-steampunk gown, sitting in a jail cell with several men, a teenage boy, and a veiled teenage girl. System helpfully informs him that he is now "Lady" Blackbird, on the run to end up in the arms of Pirate King Mobei-Jun. His cell-mates are, as follows: Smuggler Captain Liu Qingge, Lady Blackbird's personal bodyguard Liu Mingyan who suggested her brother when LB said she wanted to escape, the ship's mechanic Shang Qinghua, the ship's doctor Mu Qingfang (or they pick him up later, I haven't decided), and "a goblin named BingBing". While SY is busy freaking out that System can't fool him - that's the Protagonist, Luo Binghe!!! wtf!!! System says "later, loser" and more-or-less abandons him (though still employing an OOC ban). So now you can probably see where this is going, lol. It involves at least a brief period where SY has to crossdress and pretend to be one of Binghe's future wives - a fiancée/wife of Mobei-Jun as Liu Qingge gets very conflicted feelings about his troublesome passenger. Featuring lots of Cumplane friendship, sassy MQF (as a treat), teenage smirking (likely aided and abetted by the adults), and space whales (naturally). I have not yet fully decided if the story Shen Yuan read was PIDW and now he has to figure out how the infiltration of "space with gears on it" into his xianxia has fucked up what he and Airplane know, or if the story was something like "Proud Immortal Starlit Way" and it was always like that. (Thoughts?) ---

The "SY Bodysnatches MQF" idea What it says on the tin... SY accidentally ends up in MQF's body instead of SQQ's. Only MQF isn't gone - he remains. This occurs directly before the Demonic Invasion and double qi deviation part of the plot and they rush back to the sect to deal with that. Then things get messy while they conspire to get SY his own body. Featuring: An extremely confused Liu Qingge, eventual Shenbros, and aro-ace MQF being very bemused at all times. ---

The "LQG Gets De-Aged/Age-Regressed" idea As you can guess: LQG gets age-regressed. This happens in Lingxi Caves instead of his death-by-deviation. He latches onto SY-SQQ and SY-SQQ is helpless to do anything but take the cute kid in. Featuring: BingLiu friendship, possibly Bing-other disciples friendship, but mostly establishing bro-code that makes Binghe switch his infatuation with SY-SQQ into family feelings as soon as LQG regains his adult body and it becomes clear that LiuShen is happening. ----

This is along with: Joint Custody (LiuShen), my SJ-SQQ second-chance redemption fic (LiuShen and LiuJiu, but different LQGs), a peak lords ascension fic using Cultivate's backstory (LiuJiu), a LiuShen timeloop fic, and at least another half a dozen fic ideas sitting in the hopper that aren't nearly as developed/that I am not burning to write yet.

I'd love to know which ideas you guys are most interested in. ;) Joint Custody is still next regardless and I'll probably not be working on either of the LiuJiu fics in the near future because they are definitely 100k+ territory and I'm still not ready for that. But knowing people are hype for something keeps me hype. ;3

I'll probably be in this fandom awhile, y'all. Please send help.

Sadly, I can't work on any of them yet, because I have over 2,600 messages in my inbox waiting for me to respond to. (This is not a humble brag - this is thousand-yard-stare territory. It was somewhere over 3000 for awhile until I started making a list of people who generally only left emojis or thanks and let them know that I was going to just thank them for all of them in one email so they didn't peppered by replies in kind.)

Not that I'm complaining about them, because I missed replying to comments so much (it's genuinely one of my favorite parts about writing fanfic), but it's still a lot and even if I could manage 100 replies a day (which for mental health reasons, I really can't), it's going to take awhile.

RIP.

More importantly - I hope you are well! 🌼

[bluegalaxygirl]

Horror movie night (Zosan X reader)

Plot: You decide to set up a horror movie night for the crew to celebrate Halloween but first you need to know what everyone likes.

All Straw hats, Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Warning: Spooky stuff, violence, Bad language, Horror movies talk.

You love all things Halloween but didn't show it too often. This year you wanted to try something fun and have a Horror movie night for you and the crew to enjoy the spookiness of Halloween. Of course asking Usopp and Franky for help setting things up, laid out on the grass deck underneath the night sky, you all set up a big screen with a snail projector, Pillows, blankets, popcorn and drinks. Some of the crew where more exited than others especially since you've been asking them questions all day in order to find the right movie for everyone. Usopp and Chopper weren't sure about joining at first since the movie's you like scare them the most but you didn't want to be too cruel so ruled out a bunch of movies before even talking to anyone. You picked the perfect movie, it was your all time favorite and it wasn't too scary in your opinion but there was one scene that no matter how many times you watched it you couldn't look at the screen when it came on. The boat and the head always creeps you out.

---------- Hours before

Sitting at the dinner table with everyone for breakfast you'd just finished sharing your idea of a horror movie night. Luffy pops up with a cheer "Heck yes... lets do it" He yells out Usopp and Choppers jaws on the floor "WHAT?" they both yell in unison hoping their captain was going to disagree with you, Luffy just wipes his nose with a big smile and a laugh "I think it sounds like a good idea. i'm more than happy to help Y/N" Robin smiles taking your hand in hers, she loves spooky stuff but none of the others will read or watch the things she likes. "As long as you dont put on anything too scary love" Sanji hopes you'll be kind to them. "We'll i plan on asking you all questions so i can pick something thats for everyone" you state seeming to calm down Usopp and Chopper "So it's not going to be too scary?" The doctor asks and a smile appears when you nod "I'll try my best"

You spent all day talking with the crew starting with robin who stayed at the table with you while Zoro and Sanji washed up and everyone else had left to do their own thing. "We'll you already know the things i like" Robin laughs a little but you just shrugged "Yea i do but hearing it again wouldn't be a bad thing. Plus there has to be something you don't like in horror" Robin places a finger on her chin and takes a moment to think "We'll there is one series of movies i can't watch, I'm normal ok with cannibal stuff but Wrong turn just makes my skin crawl" You nod with a small laugh " Luckily those movies are already on the, do not watch list" The black haired woman nods and leans in so the two boys don't hear her "But i love the Saw series" Your not surprised by her answer but what you are surprised about is the fact she whispered it "There's nothing bad with liking those films" you whisper back hoping for answers "Their just torture movies with half-arsed plots" Raising an eyebrow at her before starting to laugh Robin trying to shush you "Sorry. i won't say anything dont worry"

After Robin leaves you sit on the kitchen counter opposite the two boys who are still washing dishes " So i guess it's our turn?" Sanji asks drying a plate and putting it down before turning to face you, he doesn't seem too happy about all this "It's gonna be fun i promise. Cuddling up together watching a movie with popcorn and drinks." Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at your words and put his towel down walking over to you "Yea a Horror movie" he traps you by placing his arms on either side of you on the counter "Arrr Sanji, honey bunny, If you get scared you use me as a pillow to hide your face in" At those words Sanji's face went red and a little bit of blood ran down his nose. Finishing the dishes Zoro walks over and places a tissue under the cooks nose who gladly take it to wipe up the blood. "It's not going to be that bad, anything with fighting in it I'll watch" Zoro leans on the counter next to you with a cocky smile "Of course you like anything with fighting in it, How about a bit of romance?" Sanji adds throwing the tissue in the bin before returning to you "Oh please Romance has no place in a horror movie" The swords man signs rolling his eyes "We'll you clearly haven't seen Warm Bodies, A zombie's heart beating again all for love" Sanji almost tears up at the thought of it only for Zoro to let out a laugh "Sure cook, super romantic" You laugh at the two and shake your head "We'll there are horror movies who have bad-ass couples in them"

Both boys look at you then to each other "Like?" both say at the same time "A Quiet place and Zombieland are the main ones" Both boys seem to not at this coming to come kind of agreement "Well i'm sure what ever you pick will be great baby" Zoro says leaning over ans kissing your cheek but you move, so she kisses your lips instead. He chuckles at you a little and pulls you into him your legs around his waist as he holds you off the ground "You're being cheeky" He states as Sanji walks over and holds Zoro from behind "So if it ends up being scary can i use both of you as my pillows? Cause if so.." Sanji's lips land on Zoro neck kissing it and biting it slightly "Anything for you" You whisper leaning into Zoro who nods in response crashing his lips onto yours letting out a moan when Sanji bites just the right spot.

(NSFW link Minors DO NOT read)

Standing on the deck of the sunny you manage to get Usopp and Nami's attention walking over to them "So i guess it's our turn" Nami smiles while usopp gulps looking at you in slight fear "No need to be scared" you smile placing a hand on the snipers shoulder "So why dont you tell me what you can handle" you ask hoping it will settle Usopp's fears "Well B movies aren't that bad and some creature movies are ok" he signs as the navigator giggles "So much for the fearless usopp". The sniper gives Nami a hard glare telling her to shut up "So Nami what about you?" you ask braking the two of them up, Nami thinks for a moment before shrugging "Honestly i dont really watch Horror movies so i don't know. i remember watching one when i was younger but i didn't watch all of it, found it boring to be honest" She shrugs making you wonder what movie she watched, as if the navigator could hear your thoughts she answers you unspoken question "I Think it was called Blare witch" The answer shocked you, it was on your list to show but now you should rule it out "Well found footage films aren't for everyone" The navigator nods as Usopp looks at her in confusion "But it's a classic, evil witches, deep woods, scary noises" he adds trying to go on before Nami rolls her eyes and stops him "No... those two guys just wanted to kill her" You nod agreeing with her, its one of the theories about the movie you believe in.

Almost an hour of taking about blare witch later you headed off to the head of the sunny finding Luffy sitting watching the clear water and sky "Hay captain" you called out with a wave and a smile "Hay Y/N" Luffy smiles jumping off Sunny's head and landing in front of you on the deck. "Im glad you came up with a movie night, it's going to be so fun" Your captain laughs fixing his hat onto his head "Thanks captain i'm happy almost everyone is ok with this. So are there any movies you really like?" you ask unsure if Luffy your bubbly, happy-go-lucky captain actually likes Horror "When i was little Ace and Sabo used to make me watch Horror all the time. It scared me a lot but i wanted to act tough around them so watched them all." he laughed remembering his lot brother placing a hand on his marked chest. Giving him a sad smile you place your hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him "Im sorry Luffy... Is there a movie Ace used to love?" you ask wondering if watching it will make your captain happy. Luffy smiles at you and pats your head "He loved anything to do with the water and pirates. I grew to love those movies too, but we never had a favorite, it's hard to chose with how many are out there" Nodding you had a good picture in your head of what movie to chose but you still had Brook, Franky and Chopper to ask "Awesome. Thanks captain. I'll see you later tonight" you wave as you leave, Luffy happily waving back before going back onto the head of the sunny.

Knocking on the door to the medical room a small voice answered giving you permission to come in, Stepping in Chopper swizzled in his seat at his desk to face you a concerned look on his face "Are you hurt Y/N?" he asks about to get off his chair but you stopped him patting his head "No i'm fine, Just wanted to talk about the movie night" you state seeming to calm the reindeer down "Oh, well i'm not sure, i'm a little scared" Leaning against the doctor's desk you can't help but feel sorry for him "I'll try my best to not make it to scary. Have you ever watched a horror movie before?" you ask watching him shake his head "No, i did walk in on Kureha watching one once. It didn't look fun, but she seemed to like it" You think for a moment tapping your foot on the hard wood floor "Ok... well how about i threw in a little bit of comedy?" you ask making the doctor smile "Oh ok... i guess that would be ok" Chopper jumps up on his seat with a smile making you giggle "Also if you end up being too scared there will be pillows and blankets around you can hug and hide in. plus i'm sure the others will be happy to hold you" Chopper jumps into you give you a hug as you hold him in your arms "Thank you Y/N"

Heading bellow deck you manage to finally find Franky "There you are, both you and Brook are hard to find sometimes" you voice stops the cyborg from welding things together looking up at you with a laugh "Well you found me, help yourself" he gestures to a table on the other side of the room lined with Coal bottle, going back to his work after he sees you move towards it. Taking a bottle and sitting on a chair you pop the cap off and take a drink looking around the work room "What are you making?" you ask yelling over the sound of welding "Im making your projector screen. The old one was rusted" Franky yells before turning hand from a torch into his normal hand "There all done" He states standing it up and looking it over "Nice job" you smile giving him a small clap. The cyborg walks over and grabs a bottle taking the cap off and chugging it. "So have you picked a movie yet?" he asks throwing the empty bottle in a recycling bin. "I have three in mind but wanted to get yours and Brook's opinion before i decide". Franky nods sitting next to you in a larger chair "We'll i like anything with practical affects and the classics of course." Nodding you take another sip "I love the classics too, Halloween, The original Carrie, The thing" you answer with a smile. The two of you taking for almost another hour about the classics.

The aquarium bar was quiet as you stepped in finally spotting a figure laying in the long bench writing in a large book with a feather quill. "Brook, im sorry to interrupt" you speak getting the Skeletons attention "Y/N" he yells sitting up and patting the seat next to him "I'm just writing a new song but it can wait for you my dear". Laughing you sit take a seat next to him his arm going around the back of the chair behind you "So i'm guessing you're here to talk Horror movies" he asks placing his book and quill on the table giving you his full attention "Yes your the last person i need to talk too but it took me nearly all day to find you. where have you been?" you ask wondering how someone so tall could hide so well. Brook laughs out tilting his head back a little "Saved the best till last i see. Iv been all over the ship, we probably just missed each other so dont worry." You can feel his Ego grow as he speaks "Im guessing since you grew up with the likes of Dawn of the dead, Invasion of the body snatchers and the exorcist, plus being a musician you must like a good theme tune" The Skeleton nods patting you on the head "You have a good eye on you. I loved those movies but im much older than that, Y/N" You knew he was old but you didn't think he was older than those movies. "I was 13 when i sore my first horror movie it was creature from the black lagoon" Shock hit you at his words but you wanted to know more, you've never met anyone who has seen those movies form when they came out and now you needed to know more.

---------- Movie night

With the screen set up and the movie in the snail projector everyone sits down on a pillow with their blankets and drinks. Sitting at the back is Brook and Franky since their the tallest plus Franky new how to work the projector. Robin sat in front of Franky close enough to lean on him if she wanted while Nami sat next to her. Luffy dragged Usopp and Chopper to the front laying on their stomachs as not to block anyone view of the screen. On the same row as Robin and Nami at Sanji, you and Zoro. For the first time in a long time you were in the middle of the two boys since Sanji wanted to use you as his pillow. With Sanji's head resting on your chest and Zoro's chest pressed up against your back the movie started. That iconic theme tune started and before the title even came on Luffy cheered along with Brook knowing what movie it was "Nice pick Y/N" Luffy yelled giving you a thumbs up only for Nami to throw a spare pillow at him yelling at him to shut up. The title showed on screen Jaws. It had what everyone liked, Blood, Action, Romance, Creature feature, Practical affects, The ocean and a kick ass theme tune.

The crew seemed to love it, everyone finding something they liked about it, even Usopp and Chopper were enjoying themselves. Laughing at some parts and holding onto each other in others. Soon the scene you hate was coming up and with Sanji's head still on your chest you pressed your head behind his making him sit up and look at you "You ok?" he whispers catching Zoro's attention "Yea just can't watch this little bit" you say with a blush only for a hand to go over your eyes and a small laugh can be heard behind you "Don't worry baby, we've got you" you blush harder knowing Zoro is getting a kick out of seeing you scared "Im not scared its just gores" you whisper removing his hand from your face and shoving you head into Sanji's shoulder. The cook holds you close watching the screen as the scene comes on, seeing what you didn't want too his eyes widen and his head goes into your shoulder hiding his face. Zoro try's to hold in a laugh pulling you both close to him the others either gasping to hiding their face from the sight.

The rest of the night went well eating and Drinking watching the three men fight the shark. The whole crew cheered when the shark was defeated and some even gasped when seeing one of the guys they thought dead was actually alive. "That was awesome." Franky laughed finishing yet another bottle of coal "Yea i actually enjoyed that. Thank Y/N" Chopper smiles at you. You glad they all enjoyed tonight. You help put everything away and clean up before Zoro comes over and throws you over his shoulder "Hay put me down" you yell since he caught you off guard. "Come on, its time for bed" he smiles starting to walk with you seeing Sanji following "Thanks for letting me use you and my pillow my love. your very comfy" the cook comments lifting your chin up with his finger "Anytime honey" you smile with a slight blush letting the two take you to bed.

[woman-of-balnain]

Corruption Part 1/3 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

Masterlist | AO3 Ver. | Next Part (Coming Soon)

Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Request: Alpha Rick x Omega Reader….reader was sheltered and doesn’t really understand heats/ruts/presentations as their parents were religious extremists who refused to discuss anything so “unseemly”…let’s say they’re a late bloomer so they could be early 20s at the youngest, so age-gap…anyway, reader has to learn not only how to survive the zombie apocalypse but about presentations too. And there’s something about Rick’s scent that is just making them crazy and one day their heat comes and Rick has to guide them through…what do ya think?

A/N for Anon: Okay, so this may be far less plot than you were hoping for! I tried to write it but I worried about how innocent I was making the reader. Please let me know if you want a sort of prologue to this chapter (another anon ask is fine!) and exactly how innocent and clueless she can be and I will gladly write it!

Also, I'm not sure if I should have Rick cumming inside later and if he should claim her or not. Please let me know if you have a preference and I will accommodate it. And I'm so sorry this ended up becoming 3 parts instead of 1 but the idea just kept expanding. You really gave me the plot bunnies with this request and I love you for it haha

A/N:

I tried to keep Reader’s religious background ambiguous so you can picture it as anything, but I didn’t grow up religious so I’m sorry if I blatantly messed that up without realizing 😅

This is set in the prison era but it's kinda ambiguous as to when. I just figured that was still early enough after the outbreak for Reader to only just run out of suppressants if she had a bit of a stash of them, plus it gives them more opportunities for privacy compared to the quarry, the farm or being on the road.

I've messed with the prison a bit though. Since warden's usually had their own house on site in older prisons, I've got it so the warden in this one had their own quarters, which the group has agreed to keep reserved for heat/ruts cycles.

I'm also obsessed with Rick's lips rn and sorry, but the gifs are gonna reflect that lmao

Some notes on the a/b/o elements in this one:

Alphas and Omegas are fairly rare. Most people are just betas, making Reader's lack of knowledge about presentations etc more believable

She was put on suppressants as soon as she presented and has never experienced a real heat (just minor symptoms after first presenting)

Suppressants completely suppress your heat and are also considered to be sort of a taboo and unethical in this story due to how they mess with an omega's hormones etc.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (including non-traditional), dominant Rick, sheltered Reader, virgin Reader, female Reader, Rick is experienced and the Reader definitely isn't, considerable age gap (Rick is 38, Reader is 21), masturbation, Reader masturbating while Rick watches, oral sex (female receiving), heat/rut cycles, no knots, Rick with an innocence kink.

Don't like, don't read.

Word Count: 5,472

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Rick turned over for what felt like the hundredth time in the small, single bed of his cell. He couldn’t sleep; his whole body felt restless as traces of your scent continuously tempted him. He knew your heat was coming now and it only tortured him even more than your presence usually did.

Omegas were already so rare – more so than alphas – and to meet one after the fall of civilization felt like even more of an anomaly. But then there was also the fact that you were so damn innocent.

Your presentations meant that he’d been drawn to you from the moment he first picked up on your scent, but as he got to know you, it quickly developed into attraction. It was bad enough that you were so much younger than him – 21, compared to his 38… – but you were also just so sweet and pure, that he felt dirty just thinking about you in any kind of lustful way, yet he also couldn’t help it.

The way you looked at him with so much trust, and how tantalizingly your scent wrapped around him… all Rick wanted to do was see your eyes filled with lust that was directed at him, or to pick up on the traces of desire in your scent as he thrust into you over and over and elicited endless moans from your tempting lips. Your innocence drove him crazy, but Rick told himself that you didn’t see him that way and he tried to stamp down his inappropriate thoughts.

His conversation with you a few days ago only solidified the fact that Rick shouldn’t be thinking about you in any way that wasn’t platonic. You had come to him with an empty pill bottle, saying you’d run out about a week previously and could the group look for more.

Rick had already known about your sheltered, strict and fanatically religious upbringing, but realizing that your parents had put you on suppressants and left you mostly in the dark about your presentation made him rightfully angry. This would be your first actual heat and Rick wasn’t sure how you would handle it, especially after being on suppressants for 5 years, considering the way they messed with an omega’s hormones.

He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a pained whimper escape you from the cell you slept in, the one directly across from his. It made him realize that your heat must already be starting. Rick debated with himself for a moment, unsure if he should give into his instincts or not.

Because he knew that he didn’t just want to comfort you, he wanted to completely take away all of the pain and discomfort he knew you were feeling and give your body the kind of sexual gratification it was so clearly craving after your natural biological instincts and hormones had been suppressed for so many years.

When he heard another pained but muffled cry escape your lips, Rick knew he couldn’t resist any longer. So, he climbed out of bed and headed for your cell, determined to at least help you in some way.

You squeezed your legs together as tightly as you possibly could, but it didn’t help. You were hot all over, sweat covering your body and your clothes scratching irritably at your skin. It didn’t help that Rick’s scent seemed to wrap itself all around you. You thought you’d found it irresistible before, but now that seemed like nothing because you were barely holding yourself back from going into his cell.

What you would do if you actually found yourself there, you didn’t know. All you knew was the undeniable need you felt to be near him. Your mind seemed to be losing a battle against your body and it left you a little fearful.

You remembered your mother calling you an ‘omega’ shortly after your sixteenth birthday. You could recall the way you felt hot and irritated, but your parents had put you on those pills that made it all seem to wash away and never come back – until now, at least. You also remembered the countless times your parents told you to stay away from alphas.

You’d somehow just instinctively known that Rick was an alpha the moment you’d met him. And while your parents’ words rang through your head, they were gone by the time you met him and now so were the pills. All that was left was this never-ending feeling of heat and the desire to be near him that you felt (but didn’t quite understand).

You’d always had a sensitive sense of smell, but Rick’s scent was irresistible. It filled you with such a mix of emotions, like comfort, protection and happiness. But you also found it sinfully alluring, and it left you feeling slightly ashamed whenever you caught traces of it and you became filled with scandalous desires.

As your thoughts on him lingered, your body seemed to respond and the desperate, aching heat between your legs increased. You curled your hand into a fist, raising it to your mouth and bit down onto your fingers in an attempt to stifle the sound of pure, unrestrained need that left your lips.

“Rick…” you found yourself moaning out, half in shame and half in desperation.

Then you caught his scent getting stronger and you recognized that he was coming closer to you. The realization caused you to feel conflicted between a sense of relief and mortification. Your mother’s words seemed to repeat like a mantra in your head, telling you that the kinds of feelings you held for Rick (especially in that moment) were sinful and wrong.

But when he reached the doorway of your cell and his scent wrapped around you completely, all that you could think was how it felt right for him to be there. You tilted your head to look up at him and the heat inside you only swelled more intensely when you realized that he wasn’t wearing anything except his boxers and a plain, white t-shirt.

“Rick,” you whined out again, a little louder this time and completely yearning for him.

“Hey, it’s okay ‘mega,” he said gently, coming to the side of your bed and bending down to look at you properly. “It’s not that bad yet.”

Not that bad? You thought to yourself incredulously. I feel like I’m burning alive from the inside.

“I…” you whimpered, completely unaccustomed to all the different things you were feeling. “I can’t…”

Rick looked away from you briefly, seeming caught up in his thoughts, like he was internally debating something. But then his gaze met yours again and he looked like he’d made a decision.

“C’mere, ‘mega,” he murmured, reaching out to you.

His touch only seemed to make the fire within you blaze even hotter, as his hand fell to your shoulder. Rick either didn’t notice or didn’t mind, wrapping his arm around you until he was able to help you up. He carefully led you out of your cell and towards the locked door that marked the exit of the cell block.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“The warden’s rooms,” Rick replied. “It’s not far.”

You remained silent then, feeling only a little scared as you exited the safety of the cell block. But as he promised, you arrived there quickly enough. You only gave yourself a brief moment to look around, realizing that the warden of the prison must have lived there, since there was a bed.

“We’re keeping this room for when you’re in heat and I’m in my rut.”

You wondered what on earth a rut was. You’d only just begun to understand the fact that your body would be going into heat now that you were no longer taking the pills.

“You can stay here,” Rick continued. “Until it’s over. You’ll be safe in here, I promise.”

“Wait!” You exclaimed hurriedly. “You’re… you’re not going to leave me in here, are you?”

Rick looked at you with a strange expression, one you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Y/N…” his tongue darted out to briefly lick his bottom lip and it just made you feel even more heated. “I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

You didn’t realize how much you were tempting him with that question. In your mind, you just didn’t want to be left alone and you definitely didn’t want to be without the comfort his scent was giving you.

“You want me to?” Rick asked with a hint of trepidation.

“Please,” you practically begged him.

Unbeknownst to you, Rick was extremely conflicted. There you were, pleading with him to stay, but he was aware that you probably didn’t really know what you were asking. He knew that he should just walk away, but a deeper and darker part of his mind suggested that he could stay and help you through it.

He didn’t have to touch you… he could just guide you and make sure you weren’t alone. He ignored the more reasonable side of him which pointed out the fact that he would eventually lose his self-control. Hell, that was already slipping away as he made his decision.

“Okay…” Rick agreed. “But stay here for a few minutes. I’ll get some food, water… so you have everything you need.”

You just nodded, not minding just so long as he did come back. Rick gave you one last lingering look before leaving and once he did, you sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for him. But with each second that he was gone, your body seemed to get worse. That insatiable feeling between your legs seemed to be aching for Rick and the way his scent lingered in the room but wasn’t strong enough only made it more unbearable.

A thick fog seemed to cloud your mind and your inhibitions started to fade. Your hand seemed to move of its own accord, falling to the top of your right thigh and then sliding down between your legs. You’d touched yourself before, trying to forget your shame in the dark of night, stifling the quiet sounds that left your mouth in your old bedroom and finding a small sense of devious relief.

Maybe you could do it again now. Maybe it would satiate your wicked body until he got back, and you felt his scent wrap around you again… At the thought of Rick, your resolve wavered, and your hand disappeared under the waistband of your sleep shorts. They barely covered anything, and you’d felt slightly embarrassed to wear them at first, but now you were glad that they didn’t restrict you too much.

You let yourself lay back with a quiet moan as your fingers came into contact with your folds and all thoughts of it being wrong fled your mind as your body sang with happiness and relief. You let yourself think of Rick, imagining him while you touched yourself and felt wetness beginning to pool beneath your fingers.

You wondered how it would feel to have him touch you like this. Those long fingers giving you sinful pleasure while his deep voice with that southern lilt murmured dirty things into your ear. It made you squirm because everything you’d ever been taught told you how wrong it was to imagine him like that, while your body seemed to whisper seductively to you, pointing out that it felt so unbelievably good, so what did it matter?

You were so caught up in the pleasure you were giving yourself and the thoughts your mind conjured up of Rick, that you didn’t even notice the door opening back up. When his scent filled the room once again, you just became even more lost in the depths of your unholy desires, never once stopping to think that it meant he was back, and you needed to stop.

“Fuck…”

Your eyes snapped open, and you froze in horror. Rick was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You became absolutely mortified, realizing how uncomfortable he must have been, seeing you like that. The fog seemed to clear as rationality entered your mind again. You pulled your hand out from your shorts at a rapid speed and blushed deeply.

“I’m so sorry,” you covered your face with your hands in complete and utter embarrassment.

Rick didn’t say anything, but you heard the door shut and the sound of footsteps approaching you. Then he was gently pulling your hands away so that you would look at him.

“You don’t have to be sorry, ‘mega,” he assured you. “It’s normal.”

You just stared at him, not really believing his words.

“It’s your heat,” Rick continued. “You don’t have to feel ashamed by it.”

He seemed to read you easily, and knowing about your sheltered upbringing likely helped him to ascertain the conflict of emotions within you. His close proximity didn’t help, as the intensity of his scent seemed to just make your symptoms unbearable again.

“I can’t stand it…” you admitted, squirming slightly. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

Rick just nodded, understanding. Then one of his hands fell to your left thigh, resting on the space just above your knee. You watched as he swallowed thickly, the action causing the protruding bump of his Adam’s apple to bob slightly. His pupils dilated as his thumb rubbed lightly against your skin and when he spoke you thought you might actually become consumed by that internal fiery feeling.

“You wanna touch yourself?” He asked lowly, voice husky and thick with lust.

He was so blatant about it – something you couldn’t bear to be. You just nodded ever so slightly, stuck between feeling embarrassed and just wanting to know what you should do.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Rick told you. “If that’s what you need, then you shouldn’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to leave though…”

Your desire to have him close outweighed your need for release in that moment. As if in reaction to your words, Rick’s hand squeezed down slightly on your thigh and his tongue darted out once again to lick his bottom lip.

“I don’t have to…” he suggested ever so softly. “I can stay.”

The idea made your heart skip a beat and once again you were torn between what you’d always been taught to believe, and what your body was telling you, which was to just follow your instincts. Rick seemed to sense your hesitation and when he brought his other hand down to settle on your right thigh as well, you let out an involuntary sound which betrayed your carnal need for him.

A small smile curved up at the corners of his lips, and now with one hand on each of your thighs, he stroked his fingers lightly up and down them.

“Do you want me to?” Rick asked.

“Yes…” you replied quietly, with only the slightest hint of hesitation left.

“Tell me what you need, ‘mega,” he coaxed you. “You want these off?”

His fingers tugged lightly at the bottom of your shorts, and you just nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his, as his eyes darkened even further. Rick brought his fingers up to the waistband of your shorts then and pulled down on them until they began sliding down your legs.

A mix of excitement and anxiety swirled through you because, oh… you shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t find it within you to want to stop. When those immodestly tiny shorts had been gotten rid of, Rick’s gaze fell to the place between your thighs, now only covered by your cotton panties.

“Those too?” He asked, forcing his gaze back up to yours.

You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to completely expose yourself to him yet. But the fluids that had gathered between your folds as you’d touched yourself had only built up even more and it was slightly uncomfortable. So, you nodded again, and Rick was quick to hook his fingers under the elastic and pull them down too. Your panties had barely reached your thighs when he paused, drinking in the sight of your now unprotected pussy.

“Fuck, ‘mega,” Rick groaned. “You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heated, as the compliment was directed at such a sinful part of your body. But to hear him praise any part of you made you almost dizzy with happiness. He tugged them down the rest of the way, leaving your lower body completely exposed to him. Then, Rick spread your legs further and licked his bottom lip again. You wondered if he knew how much your heated skin grew worse every time he did it and if he was purposefully trying to torment you.

“You’re so wet…” Rick breathed out and you felt his fingers twitch against your thigh. “Go on, ‘mega… touch yourself.”

It was so dirty, the way he said it and you knew you shouldn’t have been letting him witness such a thing. But you were burning up inside again and your body didn’t seem to care about the beliefs that had been imprinted into your mind. Your hand moved without you really thinking about it once again and when you touched your dripping folds, you let out another sound of desire.

“That’s it, baby,” Rick moaned, barely holding himself back.

He was so close to you; it should have made you feel ashamed, but it only left you more desperate to touch yourself. Rick’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he tried to keep himself in check. You were driving him to the edge of his sanity, exploring yourself right in front of him. Rick wanted to instruct you to spread your folds a little more, so he could see more of your perfect pussy, but he reminded himself that this wasn’t about him. He knew that you only wanted him there because of your heat, so he reminded himself to just guide you where you needed it, like he’d told himself he would. But the urge to just reach out and replace your fingers with his own, or maybe with his mouth… it was overwhelming him.

You took in how heated Rick’s eyes were as they remained fixated on the way you pleasured yourself. Your eyelids became heavy as you watched him watching you, wondering if he really was as captivated by the sight as he seemed to be. Your fingers rubbed over your clit, making the desire swirl rapidly through you, increasing with every little movement you made to stimulate yourself further.

“That feel good, ‘mega?” Rick asked, bringing his gaze to yours and catching the way you were staring at him.

“Yes…” you admitted with just a little bit of shame.

“You can close your eyes, baby,” he suggested. “Think of whatever gets you over the edge.”

You just shook your head, because the only thing that would send you towards release was right in front of you and the real thing was better than anything you could imagine in your head.

“It’s okay,” Rick tried to assure you, thinking you were just too shy. “Your heat is a natural part of being an omega. You should enjoy it.”

You averted your gaze from his as your cheeks became heated again.

“I… I’m fine just… just looking at you…”

You blushed furiously, not knowing what had come over you to be able to admit that out loud.

“Omega,” Rick practically growled out, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.

You worried that you’d possibly upset him with the admission and frantically met his gaze again as your movements halted.

“I’m sorry!” You found yourself saying again. “I… I shouldn’t have said that…”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he calmed you. “It’s just your heat… it’ll make you want an alpha and I’m the only one around. It’s okay.”

You frowned and didn’t really consider your words before you spoke them.

“It’s not that…” you admitted shyly. 

Rick’s gaze pierced into yours, silently urging you to continue.

“I know it’s inappropriate but…” you tried to finish what you’d been about to say but found yourself faltering again.

“Have you already touched yourself while thinkin’ about me?”

You avoided his gaze again, looking off to the side self-consciously. Would he condemn you if he knew the truth? But then you felt his fingers begin to caress your inner thighs, slowly moving upwards and you realized that in the fog of that heated feeling you were still experiencing, he was still kneeling down between them.

What use was it to feel embarrassed over words of admission when you were completely exposed in front of him? You went to try and squeeze your legs shut as humiliation washed over you, but Rick’s grip was too strong, and he kept you right as you were – and exactly how he wanted you to remain.

“Answer me, omega,” he demanded.

You just nodded yet again, unable to even form the simple word ‘yes’ as you remained the subject of his intense gaze.

“Do you want me to touch you, instead?” Rick prompted, his fingers continuing their torturously slow ascent up your thighs. “Tell me what you want baby, don’t be shy.”

The fact that he seemed to be encouraging your sinful desires rather than judging you for them, only spurred you on.

“Yes…” you admitted softly. “I want you to.”

“Fuck,” he cursed again. “You’re so sweet, ‘mega.”

“Sweet?” You questioned out loud, feeling like the farthest thing from that as your upbringing made you feel dirty for your shameful desires.

“Yeah,” Rick breathed out. “I bet you taste sweet too.”

Oh, that made your pussy squeeze down with anticipation and you didn’t even really comprehend what he meant, but some secret and hidden part of your body seemed to respond and understand that it was something wickedly good. Rick just smiled deviously as your body squirmed a little and his fingers finally made contact with your wet folds. You let out a restrained sound of desire at his touch, but he seemed to disapprove.

“Don’t do that,” Rick gently admonished you. “I wanna hear every little sound you make, omega.”

Before you could nod or say any words of understanding, Rick pressed down onto your clit with his thumb and the only response you could give was a deep and shameless moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “Don’t hold back.”

He continued to tease you, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub and it was so different to when you had dared to touch yourself in the past. It was more pleasurable, because now you were no longer in control. It only made it even better that the man you desired in every sinful way possible was the one doing it to you. More moans left you, escaping your lips freely now and your pussy squeezed again as Rick’s fingers moved down to gather up some of the generous amount of slick still pooling between your legs.  

“I’ve thought about you too,” he admitted lowly, continuing his perfect ministrations. “You’ve got no idea how much you drive me crazy, ‘mega.”

The revelation both stunned you and left you feeling overcome with happiness. Did he feel the same way you did? In truth, you weren’t entirely sure how you felt, because this was all so new to you. All you knew was that you felt drawn to him and even though it had started with his scent, it didn’t end there.

“Let me taste you baby,” Rick requested.

You still weren’t entirely sure what that meant but you were very eager to find out.

“Okay…” you moaned out as his thumb pressed down on your clit.

“You ever had a man eat you out before?” He asked with a devilish grin, like he already knew the answer.

“No…”

“What about touching you?” Rick continued. “Like this.”

He teased the sensitive nub further with his fingers, emphasizing what he meant.

“No, you’re the first…”

“Fuck baby… I’m the first one to see you like this?”

“Yes,” you admitted softly. “Rick… isn’t this wrong?”

Your inhibitions came back slightly at the reminder that he was the first man to ever see you so exposed and you remembered why that was.

“No, sweetheart,” he assured you. “Get that stuff outta your head. Lie down and let me take care of you.”

You hesitated just briefly before doing as he said and relaxing back onto the bed. You trusted him, enough to even forsake everything you’d ever been taught. And as you felt Rick shift between your legs and move closer until his warm breath met your dripping wet and exposed folds, you allowed yourself to forget it all too and just completely focus on him.

Then you were moaning so loud, you wondered if it was actually more of a scream as his lips enclosed over your clit. Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you and your hips started to move up on their own. Rick pushed them back down with his hand though and kept a tight grip on you, holding your hips steady.

“Oh…” you breathed out, all rational thought leaving your mind as you focused on just feeling.

You had never felt so good before, and you didn’t care if it was a sin or anything like that. Your only concern was Rick and everything he was doing to you, everything he was making you feel and how right it all seemed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, pushing up the hooded part and teasing the sensitive nub underneath. His lips sucked down around it and his fingers tested your entrance further down, noticing just how tight you were.

Waves of desire were spreading through your body, and it was almost too much, because you’d never experienced anything like it, or anything so intense. The coarse hair of his short beard tickled at your skin and even provided extra stimulation around your clit, where it sat around his lips.

His fingers pushed slightly inside of you, and it was a little shocking, because you’d never dared to explore yourself like that. Your pussy seemed to automatically clamp down around them, and Rick pulled them back out, apparently thinking better of it for now. Instead, he let his lips travel down from your clit and to the tight hole of your entrance, deciding to test you with something softer.

The tip of Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and then he actually breathed you in, before letting out a deep moan as though he liked the scent of you there. That seemed so incredibly naughty to you, but your body’s only response was to produce more slick in anticipation of what else he would do to you.

“Ahh…” you moaned out uncontrollably as his tongue pushed into your pussy. “Rick…”

He let out his own moan in response, the sound vibrating through your core sensually. And then he was giving languid strokes of his tongue inside you, pushing you further towards the threshold of your desires. It was soft and pleasant, not feeling intrusive as he tested the tightness of your inner walls.

Rick was completely lost in his lust for you, feeling addicted to the way you were coming undone. A good girl, raised with strict religious morals, now a moaning and sticky mess beneath him, completely at the mercy of his touch. It was exactly how he wanted you to stay, receptive to him and eager for more.

Your scent was so lasciviously tempting to him, and especially with his nose being buried near the scent gland at your pussy. It made him crave every part of you and it was hard to hold himself back. He wanted to bury his cock (still trapped within his boxers and achingly hard) deep inside your pussy. But Rick knew he had to be patient and wait until you were ready, not just physically but also mentally.

Maybe it was a form of corruption, as he peeled away the layers of your innocence, but he couldn’t find it in him to care anymore. He wanted you to be his, in every possible way, just like he wanted to not just be the first, but also the only one to ever know you like this.

Your body felt like it was ascending to some high and just out of reach peak, and as Rick’s nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue thrust into your core, you felt yourself edging ever closer. When he pulled his tongue out of you and licked slowly up your slit until he reached your sensitive nub again, you felt the first ripple course through you.

But then his lips were wrapping around your clit, and he sucked down hard, just the tip of his tongue flicking over the little bundle of nerves. You cried out in shameless ecstasy, all inhibitions thrown to the wind as your body both tensed and seemed to also be overcome with euphoric release.

Your legs shook, with Rick’s head still buried between them and his mouth continuing to overwhelm you with stimulation. He licked and sucked as your entire body seemed to spasm. Your eyes squeezed shut and your mind became blank for a moment. The sensations you were feeling were new and powerful and so wickedly pleasurable. It was strange, but even with the intensity of it all, you still found yourself already wanting to chase that feeling again as your body began to settle.

The raging fire within you also seemed to calm down and your mind cleared slightly. Rick’s tongue slowed in its movements against you and then he was pulling back to look at you. His tongue flicked out again to lick his lips clean of the traces of your slick which had been left there. It was so wicked to think of him tasting you like that, but you found that you liked it.

Rick’s lips curved up into a salacious grin and he got up, moving to trap your body beneath his. You met his gaze, looking up at him with a mixture of awe and slight bashfulness. He reached out to let his fingers gently grip your chin and then his thumb was brushing along your lower lip.

“You’ve got no idea, do you ‘mega?” He asked you lowly.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, only confirming his observation.

“That’s what makes you so damned perfect. You have no idea what you do to me, because you’re not even doin’ it on purpose.”

His thumb pressed down harder against your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet moan. He was right; you were still not fully comprehending all the things he was making you feel, let alone how you were making him feel.

“You tell me now, omega,” Rick continued. “Your mind’s clearer after that, I know it is. You tell me if you want me to leave, because if you don’t do it now, I won’t be able to hold back later. When your heat fully hits you, I won’t be able to walk away, so make a decision now.”

The thought of him leaving made you feel panicked. You didn’t want to imagine experiencing this alone and he had already made it so much more bearable than you feared it could have been. When Rick explained your heat to you a few days ago, it left you filled with anxiety and trepidation. Now that he’d touched you, made you unravel until you reached the height of elation… there was no way your own fingers could compare.

You didn’t care that you’d always been taught that this entire thing must be a complete sin. Rick told you it was natural, that it was a part of you, and he knew in ways your parents would never understand. He was like you, even if he was slightly different. It was like he was the other half that could complete you and help you get through the confusing experience that still lay before you.

There was still some trepidation within you, because you were so inexperienced and unknowledgeable in general, let alone compared with Rick. But he had been so patient and had taken care of you so far. The answer to his request seemed obvious to you.

“Please stay,” you asked of him softly.

Rick didn’t try to talk you out of it or remind you that there was no going back. Instead, his eyes darkened with unrestrained desire and he leaned closer to you.

“Okay, ‘mega,” he murmured. “If that’s what you want.”

You just nodded and then he closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours like you had just made a vow to one another and you were now sealing it with a kiss.

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A/N: I'd really appreciate feedback on this one. Part 2 will involve some more exploration for the Reader with Rick before having her first time with him. Part 3 will involve Rick's rut hitting and be my usual alpha rut scenario, but with a bit of a different feel to it as Rick tries to control himself with the Reader, since she is still very new to so many of the things going on.

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[frodothefair]

An Unexected Inspiration: Frodothefair writes Éothiriel!

Welp, it's happened! My Rohan ladies, @konartiste and @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras have finally rubbed off on me, and along with my three Frodo projects, I now want to write some Éothiriel! Now, I don't know when it'll happen, but here goes the plot bunny that I came up with last night as I was falling asleep. (Content warning for those who read on: suicide attempt).

My Lothíriel, of course, will be very different from @konartiste's, to some extent by design because I want her to be decidedly mine. The great thing about Lothíriel is that she is, in fact, such a blank slate. 

To begin with, my Lothíriel is a bit high-strung, reserved, at times irritable, and prone to melancholy -- perhaps like her aunt, Finduilas. She is also really angry deep inside, but in the quiet, conceal-don't-feel way of Elsa in Frozen. (Why is she like this? Well, nature aside, she lost her mother early, and her family, courtiers and caregivers are superficially supportive, but full of microagressions and don't really understand her). She enjoys playing the harp and walking along the beach in Dol Amroth, collecting items that wash up and making them into art -- all the while followed by a gaggle of cortiers a few feet behind, because that is the royal protocol. 

Physically, also, it's an odd thing -- she keeps insinuating herself into my mind as a sort of female Elijah Wood-in-Frodo's-wig. Now, stay with me, I think this is not incompatible with what we know about Dol Amrotheans. Gondoeans and Dol Amrotheans have dark fair more often than fair hair -- check. Her hair is long, dark and curly. The uncommonly large blue eyes can easily be made into uncommonly large sea-gray eyes, per canon. The noble, classical features? Check and check, great for royalty. The only thing that doesn't fit is the height, as people of Dunedain heritage are taller than other Men, but let's add a few inches to Elijah Wood's 5'6, and we can get 5'9. On a woman, this is not short at all. I'm that tall, and more often than not, I am the tallest woman in the room where I live. Finally, she's slightly built and has modest but noticeable curves, and her body type is overall perfect for getting picked up and riding in the front of somebody's saddle ;).

Ok, so. Let's take it away with the story. Lothíriel is betrothed to Éomer King when she is in Minas Tirith for Aragorn's coronation. Éomer sees her from afar and meets her briefly, likes her, he and Imrahil are good friends, and it's a politically advantageous match. 

It is high honor to be marrying a King, but Lothíriel understandably has difficulty with this -- she never expected to have a love match, and always expected to marry for Dol Amroth, but she always assumed this would mean marrying another Gondorean dignitary, as opposed to someone who lives as far away and is part of a culture as different as Rohan's.

Still, she tries. She starts learning the language and the culture, she spends time with Éomer before he takes his leave back to Rohan. But an unexpected thing happens. She starts having panic attacks -- which, if you don't know what they are, can make you feel like you're dying. She can barely speak a full sentence around Éomer. She goes to see the healers, who check her over and let her know that there's nothing physically wrong with her, and since they're not that up on psychiatry in that world, they prescribe her the equivalent of valerian for panic episodes (which makes her feel tired, and so is impractical to use unless it's time for bed), ascribe what's going on to "pre-wedding jitters" and send her on her way. Her family, too, chalks it up to simple nerves, is focused on the advantageous nature of the match, and reassure her that she will soon get over it, as Éomer is a man of excellent reputation who is quite attracted to her. A few particularly benighted people even ascribe what's going on to her being smitten with Éomer, but overall, nobody is particularly concerned, and they pack her off to Rohan when it's time. (Éomer, for his part, does not realize there is a problem during their brief courtship because he is 1) dazzled by the enormous sea-gray eyes, lol and 2) everyone repeatedly tells him that "she is just shy.")

On arrival to Rohan, everything is terrible. Lothíriel is appalled by what she sees as squalor and hopelessly rustic culture, and she reluctantly agrees with Saruman's alleged statement that Meduseld is little more than a "thatched barn where brigands drink in the filth and their brats roll around on the floor with the dogs." Éomer is kind and tries his best to be patient, but she cannot bear to have him touch her, so their marriage goes unconsummated. She continues to struggle with panic and can barely perform her royal duties. 

One day — and this is where the fic will start, with much of the above told in flashbacks — she is forced to leave a dinner with dignitaries early, and is in her room screaming and crying. A lady in waiting checks on her, and Lothíriel asks her to draw a bath and leave her alone. By this point, Lothíriel is desperate. She cannot envision getting used to Rohan, and she cannot think of a way to go back. She knows running away would be futile — she is a royal with no practical survival skills, and would be caught, bringing dishonor on everyone involved. There is no one she can trust — due to the customs of the age, she had to leave all her Don Amrothean retinue behind. Her family, she knows, would not be sympathetic.

Feeling trapped, Lothíriel decides to take her own life. Her plan is to drink all of her valerian and fall asleep and drown in the tub. This she does, but fortunately does not drown — the next thing she knows, the door to her chambers is being busted down and a number of people are standing over her, trying to bring her to her senses. Éomer is there as well, and he pushes through the crowd and is gutted and has a breakdown nearly as bad as when he discovered Eowyn on the battlefield.

Lothíriel, of course, at this point is still fairly insensate and tells him to leave her alone, and because she’s a bit disinhibited under the influence of the herb, she confesses that she wishes she could die and that she is sorry, but does not think she can do it — meaning be the queen of Rohan. After this, she passes out again.

The next time she comes to, she is in Rohan’s equivalent of the Houses of Healing. Éomer comes to visit her, and they have a heart to heart talk. He tells her that she does not wish to cause her pain, and if it’s really that much of a struggle, they can work on arranging a civil end to the marriage, perhaps an annulment because they have not consummated their relationship yet, and he would bear the blame for all that has happened. He tells her he wants her to be happy, even if it is not with him, and he is willing to give up not only the political alliance, but a life with the woman he is in love with, because love that is one-sided is no love at all. (Granted, my Éomer’s a bit more emotionally intelligent than @konartiste’s, but that’s ok, isn’t it? He can still have a vicious temper when it comes to certain issues, but he makes an effort to be patient with the people he loves, particularly after he invalidated Eowyn, leading to her joining the war effort anyway and nearly getting killed. Also, after he loses much of his family in the War of the Ring, he gets a reality check and realizes it’s important to cherish the relationships that you have.)

For a minute, Lothíriel considers his proposal, but then…

She takes a good look at the attractive, golden-haired man in front of her. She thinks about his kindness and willingness to sacrifice for her. No one in her life to date — which is rather sad — has seen her in quite the same way. She also thinks about how home is not actually all that appealing, and even despite Éomer’s best efforts, she would be returning to Dol Amroth in disgrace. 

She tells him that she does not want to go — she wants to stay, and get to know him, and to perhaps get better. The two of them embrace, briefly, and he promises to visit her again.

In the weeks and months that follow, Lothíriel and Éomer live semi-separate lives (they do not share their chambers, for instance), but they continues to spend time together. Lothíriel is relieved from some of her royal duties. Éomer finds ways to introduce her to Rohan in a gentle way: they visit the horses and they go riding, and she learns how to be a better horsewoman. (Horse therapy is actually pretty amazing for anxiety.) They listen to bards singing together, and she gains an appreciation for Rohan’s oral traditions. They travel farther afield and she meets the people and gets to know the flora and fauna of Rohan. She gains an appreciation for the wide open plains, and how they resemble the sea. She starts collecting things she finds in her trips out with Éomer, just like she had done on the shores of Dol Amroth. In time, Éomer opens up to her about his struggles as a new king, and she comforts him, which leads them to move forward physically with their relationship. 

The story ends with Lothíriel’s three brothers visiting her in Rohan a year later. Lothíriel is expecting a child, and her irritabile and reserved nature is nowhere to be seen. She is a warm hostess, a clearly loving wife, and has a deep love for her new land. Elphir, Erchirion and Amrothos wonder what magic Éomer has worked upon her.

So, what do you think? Would you like to see this written someday? Let me know, and have an excellent day.

[room-on-broom]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tug by @marvellouslymadmim thank you so much me luv

Tagging @heathtrash @teapotteringabout @holdmecloser-gandydancer @womble1 @janetm74 @kiwi-cackles and YOU! and who else wants to do it! more questions under the read more

1. How many works do you have on A03?

48 (60 on fanfic)

2. What's your total A03 word count?

I've no idea, i messed up on my calculator and dont have the pactience to go back over it

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Stingray and Thunderbirds. and worst witch. its always worst witch

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Jabberjay-ded (128 vs 4 comments lol) Little Wizard, The Broken Hand mirror, Mildred's Monstrous Misadventures, (ah yeah witching kind!) and I saw Seven Idiots.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Fanfic.net dosnt let me reply any more??? but I do try to. even if its just a key smash and a thankyou. or if its an emoji spam i emoji spam back. I love those.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hm. The closest ones I could think of are Death's acquaintance and In grief we bake. I don't tend to do agnsty endings. even the sad ish ones are kind hopeful.

EDIT: JABBERYJAYED! I forgot!? litreally a hunger games fic ends up in devistation?? fool.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I couldnt narrow it down so top 2: I saw 7 Dogs and Christmas Cards

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Onlya few times in the past. two of those times were Worst witch ship trolls and just deleted them. one was my fault, i got uppity with an 'UPDATE NOW' comment and user just went a few my other fics being rude. againn deleted.

9. Do you write smut?

write yes. post no. (not yet-!) :o

10. Do you write crossovers?

yes. Ive have a good half a dozen under my belt and a couple in the works.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

angain no not that i know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I would count @teapotteringabout @kiwi-collideoscope and Princess Sammi as , the amount i've bouced ideas about with them.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Mary Poppins and Bert. the OTP before i knew what the internet was.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Froot, SEASICK and Cherrytree Carol. plus a bunch of WW ones. I keep picking them up but i feel like they might be left on the shelf a little longer.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and character voices. I also love mixing humour in too, even just a little sprinkle into sad bits and I think i do that quite well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot bunnies. and not finishing current WIPS. Ive made a mountain of improvement on that frount but yeah posting chapters before before the fics even 50% done. To the point ive sequeals to fics that are only two lines of an epic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Massivise kudos who can do that. not my forte. The closest I've come is writing the odd burst of ASL and BSL for Unshackled and Chest Compressions, and a pinch of welsh for Lucretia’s Baller but as yet Hypothetical Birthday Cake.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Corpse Bride (2005). a sad little fic for a le sad victor van dort.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ever? Probably have to Mildred's Montorus adventures. but Your mother and Mine's got a special place in my heartjust cos family and the catharisis .

Thank you!!

[rabid-reads]

Fall Book Recs

Brother by Ania Ahlborn

Brother is about a serial killer family that lives in the Appalachian Mountains. This shit is crazy, and it goes from bad to worse. Yk right off the bat you're not getting a happy ending. The plot is revealed through the two main characters in a compelling way, and the narration goes from following our main protag to past recollections of another character that's bat shit insane. I loved that Ahlborn's writing has an almost casual tone bc it lets you feel the normalcy the main protag, Michael, feels. He doesn't fully realize he's in a totally insane situation. It's perfect to kick off the spooky season, especially if you like reading about super dysfunctional families.

Bunny by Mona Awad

Our main protag, Samantha is attending a pretentious writing university where she becomes integrated in a cultish group of women who are annoying and odd. The writing made this for me. The plot wasn't as interesting to me as the characters, and for me personally, that works. I care more about characters/writing than plot. This was so deeply funny and disturbing in the best way. The way ppl discussed this book made it seem like it was a lot darker than it actually was. It's kind of got those Donnie Darko vibes, and I think it'll be a good time for Fall.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

I don't want to spoil a single drop of this book. The way Reid creates this empty, foreboding tension that claws into you and feels like the cold seeping into your bones—it is a quintessential spooky read.

Conclusion

These 3 books fall around the 300ish page mark, or less. I didn't want to recommend anything that'd be intimidating to someone who is starting to get into reading. I wanted to make it as accessible as possible, but that being said—be sure to check for trigger warnings before picking up any of these books.

I'm excited bc I'll be starting House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski on October 1st. I wanted to save this book for the fall and savor the journey. :D

[hayanwulf]

I don't think anyone has asked for this yet but. Out of sight out of body?

(WIP game)

This is, I believe, my most recent plot bunny.

Basically, Tony has turned into a ghost.

He got into a scrap with some magic user who used a bastardized version of astral projection on Tony, so now his body is in coma while he wanders around as a helpless disembodied soul, unable to interact with anyone or anything.

The catch is, Stephen isn't a sorcerer yet. He's still just a surgeon.

Then how come he's able to see Tony, you ask?

Well,

-

Tony leaned against the wall next to the sink, hands crossed over his chest, watching the doctor strip off his shirt.

Either Strange was finally going to give him a reaction, or Tony was going to be a shameless voyeurist and watch an unconsented man take a shower buck naked.

“It’s not too late to admit, Doc,” Tony said when the doctor reached for his pants and began to undo the zip, his face — stubbornly and annoyingly — giving away no sign of acknowledgement.

For a solid moment there, Tony hesitated.

What if Tony had wrongly assumed. What if Strange truly couldn’t see him? In no universe would he want to intrude such intimate privacy of an unsuspecting person who had not consented to be watched. Who, possibly, didn’t even know that he was standing right here.

Just when his doubts were about to fully take over, a tired sigh drew his attention. Strange had dropped his hands from his still intact pants.

“You are not going to leave me alone, are you?” Spoke the doctor in that deep, baritone voice, and then..

And then he turned his head, and those piercing blue eyes looked straight at Tony.

Tony’s heart lurched, and he lost his footing for a second from the pure shock, nevermind the fact that neither of those things should be possible in his ghostly form.

After so long.. he was seen.

He was really seen.

“You.. you can—” Tony sucked in a sharp breath. “You asshole,” he hissed out in the next breath. His mind was a whirlwind of relief and anger. “You could see me all this time.”

“Yes, I could.” Strange didn’t even sound apologetic.

“Why? Why didn’t you..” say something before? Why didn’t he admit that he could see? Why didn’t he let Tony know..? “Why did you pretend you couldn’t see me?” Tony hissed.

Strange tiredly rubbed his hands over his face, as if he couldn’t wait for this conversation to be over. And, really now!? Did he have any idea how important this was for Tony?

Strange picked up his shirt from where it was lying hanging by the edge of the platform, and moved towards the door, gesturing a hand at Tony to follow him. Putting on the sleeves, he sat down on the bed of his room, facing Tony.

“I’m sorry for pretending that I couldn’t see you,” Strange said, sincerely, and.. it caught Tony by surprise.

His eyes were a lot more open, displaying the sincerity in his apology. It was the most emotion Tony had seen in Strange’s face in the past two days.

“I’ve been able to see ghosts my entire life,” Strange continued, and it caught Tony’s attention. “I walk amongst them every day in the hospital, and I have to pretend that I cannot see them. Do you know what will happen if even one of them discovered that I was able to see them all along?”

Tony blinked, realizing. “They will swarm around you.” Like.. like Tony had been doing for the past two days.

“Precisely,” Strange said. “All the time. Wherever I'll go, I will have no peace in my life.”

“But..” Tony’s words died in his tongue. It was.. It was unfair to him. Strange could see him. Could help him.

Tony had, quite literally, no one else to go for help.

“And even though I can interact with you, your kind..” Strange added, his voice growing impossibly gentle. “It is simply no use. I cannot help them in any form. I cannot help you, Tony,”

The words, so kind, yet felt like Tony had been dunked into ice-cold water.

[seangelfish]

Matching keychains

Ramuda Amemura x Reader

Genre/s: Angst (no comfort)

Word count: 2,788

Plot/Summary: This feeling has always been lingering in the back of his mind, but he knew that this can't last forever. Despite loving you for so long, he finally decides to let you go.

A/N: I recommend you listen to the instrumental of Buster Bros' Re:start whilst reading this as I was listening to it whilst writing this and honestly, it made the angst 10x worse! I might continue this fic because I actually really like it, and I love Ramuda so why not?

[I love Hypmic so much and I've always wanted to write fics surrounding the franchise, but I'm still pretty new to it, so please bare with me on how I portray these characters. I'm trying my hardest to make these accurate to the character as possible. Thank you for understanding and I hope you enjoy reading!]

There was something important that you needed to get done today and it involved you visiting the most popular toy shop in Shibuya. This city was known for its shopping let alone its vast entertainment, fashion, and restaurants, so this task was bound to be easy for you!

You stepped inside the building in awe at the wide range of plushies. They ranged from big to small, from animals to people to even little accessories for them as well! You were already tempted to get something for yourself, but that wasn't the reason why you were here.

You wondered around the shop trying to find a specific item in stock. It was extremely crowded, so you ended up bumping into a lot of other customers.

Hmm, where could it be? you thought to yourself, already overwhelmed. It should be here...!

Thankfully, a shop assistant caught your eye and helped you find the item that you were looking for. Once you were shown the selection of plushie keychains, your worries disappeared just like that. You thanked the worker profusely.

You giggled to yourself as you picked up the two matching bunny keychains. One was pink whilst the other one was white. Both bunnies were wearing bows of the other's colour. It was so cute!

"Ramuda would love this!" you chirped.

Yes, the sole reason you came to this particular area was to buy a little gift for your boyfriend, Ramuda. You saw the two plushies advertised on your Twitter feed and instantly thought of him. You thought it would be so cute to have matching keychains with the love of your life!

You exited the store happily with the plushies you just bought. You can't wait to surprise Ramuda with them, and it was a perfect day to do so because he had asked you to meet up with him this evening.

"I wonder what he has planned for us tonight~" you wondered excitedly.

In his shop, Ramuda was anxiously scribbling in his sketchbook, thinking of ideas on what new clothes to design but to no avail because all he could think about was you.

The page he was currently working on was now filled with messy, indescribable pencil scratches. Whatever he was doodling wasn't pretty and he knew of it. He just wanted to rip everything out, destroy everything until these feelings of his were no more.

"Are you okay?" asked Gentarou, looking at Ramuda's sketches from behind his shoulder.

And as on cue, Ramuda immediately slammed his sketchbook shut and answered cheerfully, "I'm A-OK! I'm just having art block at the moment! Nothing too serious. I'll try again later~!"

Gentarou didn't believe a second of it, but shrugged it off.

"Just so you know," Gentarou began. "You can always tell–"

Ramuda cut him off. "I'm alright," he said slowly.

He jumped up from his seat to give his usual little twirl.

"Well, I'm off to see (Y/N) now~!" he exclaimed. "She's waiting for me, so I have to be there quick! I'll be back, so you don't need to close the shop. See you later~!"

Gentarou watched his friend skip out of the shop hurriedly. Once he was gone, Dice entered.

"I just saw Ramuda run out," he stated. "He wasn't looking too good. Is he okay?"

Gentarou merely shook his head.

You idled around the park, taking in the cool breeze and the amber sunset above. It truly was a beautiful evening and you couldn't wait to spend it with Ramuda.

A thought popped into your head. You should take a picture of the plushies you bought today with the sunset in the background!

You placed the two bunnies down on one of the park's benches, positioning them together as if they were holding hands. You giggled to yourself at how embarrassing this was, but it was such a cute idea! You were thankful that the park was empty at this time.

You quickly snapped a picture and to your satisfaction, it was the most beautiful picture of a sunset you have ever taken. You couldn't wait to post this on your Instagram page with your lover tagged!

"(Y/N)!"

You could hear faint footsteps running towards you. Shoving the plushies back into your bag before Ramuda could see them, you turned around to greet your boyfriend with the brightest smile on your face.

His pace slowed down as he stopped a few metres away from you. Seeing you smile at him like that made his heart ache. He would usually match your expression, but this time, he returned your smile with a look of such emptiness that it just wasn’t hard to miss.

Your smile faded away quickly.

"Ramuda... are you okay...?"

The distance between you two was unbearable, but you knew that you weren’t permitted to cross the invisible barrier Ramuda was holding up. So, you stayed stuck to your spot, and he did too.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, but with sadness to his tone. “Remember when you asked me where my parents were… or what my childhood was like?”

You didn’t know where he was going with this.

He continued, “…or which high school I attended? Who I was before I became a fashion designer? Before The Dirty Dawg? …But I didn’t answer any of it?”

You stared at him. He wasn't the Ramuda you were used to seeing everyday. His demeanour was completely different, but it wasn't too much of a surprise to you. Sometimes, you'd catch glimpses of this other personality, but you doubt he'd ever catch you noticing it.

“…I had none of what you had, none of what the average person has had in their lives. You could even say that I did not even have a life before any of this. You may not believe me, (Y/N), but what I’m going to tell you from this point on is the truth. Unfortunately, I can’t give you too many details as it’s not in my right.”

He watched your expression, the confusion and worry on your face. You wanted to ask him why he was bringing this up now, but you continued to stay in your spot, awaiting his explanation.

As he stated before, he didn’t bring up too many details. Though, he confessed that the personality he presented to others including you was all made up – a lie. He mentioned that he wasn’t the ‘real Ramuda’ and that he could never be the real one. He told you that he merely exists for someone else, not himself, and if he were to disobey them, he would be killed. He described himself as ‘defective’ as if he was a product. He revealed why he was a massive sweet tooth as the lollipops helped him to continue living.

“And that’s why… we should break up,” he said finally. “I’m just going to cause you trouble if I continue to be with you.”

You were speechless. It was so much to take in. He had finally told you about his background, but now he was suggesting that you two should break up. You didn’t know what to say, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to touch him.

“So please–” he began.

You pulled him in, letting his chin rest on your shoulder as your other hand held his head gently. It was getting hard to breathe as tears streamed down your face. Ramuda was frozen, his eyes showing nothing but perplexity.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that all on your own," you whispered. “I’m sorry if I wasn’t too attentive or if I wasn’t there for you.”

Ramuda chuckled with some sort of annoyance.

“It’s not your fault, (Y/N). You were always there for me; I just never made those feelings known. But we need to end things now. You can never truly be happy with me for who I am and what I will have to deal with in the future. Things will get too complicated and not only will it hurt you but me as well.”

Even when he was saying all of that, his arms couldn’t help but hug you back. He couldn’t stop himself from shedding a few tears. Why did you believe him so easily? Why did you trust him so much? Why do you still care about him even after confessing that his whole character was fake?

And as if you were reading his mind, you replied, “I don’t want to end things with you. I don’t care about who you were, I just care about who you are right now… even… even if it’s a lie. I don’t care. I know how kind and passionate you are. We can easily overcome these obstacles, can we not?"

Ramuda was silent, pulling away from your embrace. He shook his head and looked at you sadly.

“(Y/N), I’m going to let you go, and so should you. This is my final decision.”

"Ramuda!"

He smirked. “I’m not going to lie though, I really do love you, and it sucks because I’m going to keep loving you.”

"Then–"

He shook his head, interrupting you. “But we can’t keep doing this. I can’t risk you getting involved and I can’t keep you from being in a better relationship. You can’t be happy with me. So, go find yourself a better man; someone that will always make you feel safe and happy… like Ichiro or something.”

Before you started dating Ramuda, you were close friends with Ichiro. This was during The Dirty Dawg days where the leaders of each division were grouped together. Your friendship with Ichiro was genuine and he was so lovely towards you. You would always laugh with him and shared each other’s stories. People often caught you together by the lake watching the sunset.

Ramuda always felt guilty that he robbed you off a beautiful relationship with Ichiro. But despite knowing your mutual feelings, he still shoved his way through the bubble you and Ichiro had together. He did all he can to pop that little bubble of yours, he’d butt into your conversations whenever he got the chance. He didn’t care whether you liked Ichiro or if Ichiro liked you back, he just wanted you to be his. He liked you too after all! And eventually, with all his attempts of breaking you two up, he succeeded.

“What?! Why are you saying that?!” you cried. "Why would you tell me to go find another lover when all I want is you?! My feelings for Ichiro are in the past now! I don't want him, I just want YOU. Why is this so difficult to understand that I don't care about who you are?!"

“(Y/N), stop!” he shouted. “I’m not going to change my mind!”

He was crying. He was crying as much as you now.

“If I didn’t get in between you two, you would’ve been in a happier relationship. You wouldn’t need to worry about me or the troubles I will cause. You wouldn’t need to worry about where he is or what he’s doing unlike me! He’s genuine and he’s real. He’s probably everything you’ve been looking for in me!” he said as he choked on his words. “I’m sorry for doing that to you two. I should’ve ignored you back then so you wouldn’t need to hear me say all this stuff now.”

The tears in your eyes wouldn't stop flowing, but you were also getting fed up with him. You just wanted to reason with him. You didn’t want to end things like this, not now and not ever.

“I said I don’t care!” you yelled. “Ramuda, I just want to be with you! I will only ever love you!”

Ramuda was stunned at your words, but he laughed even with the tears gushing down his face. He cupped your face with both of his hands and kissed you softly – his last kiss to you.

“Ah, (Y/N), I’m really going to miss you,” he croaked. “I… I really am going to m-miss you…”

"Ramuda, please..."

"It's time for you to forget me, okay?"

How did such a beautiful day turn into something so sad? You just wanted to give him your matching keychains…

He whipped out some sort of device – a hypnosis mic? – and sang something. There was no time to react as everything became a blur. You tried calling out his name once again, but the last image you had of him was of him smiling at you with the glassiest eyes you have ever seen.

A few months from now...

There would be times you would feel some sense of melancholy in the air. That feeling would happen whenever you'd enter a particular shop or area, but you never knew why you felt that way.

Ramuda lived his life as usual. Before he took you home, he erased everything of his existence from your phone, computer, and physical photo albums – anything he could get his hands on. It pained him that he had to do this, but he wanted you to start anew. He hoped that you were still able to fall in love with Ichiro again even if it will hurt him.

"And done!" said Ramuda, finishing off his sketches. "It's perfect. The ladies would love this collection~!"

"Oh, you’re finally done?” Dice said as he munched on his lunch Gentarou paid for. “That was fast.”

Ramuda giggled. He was proud of himself for completing such a task. He couldn't wait to see how the final product will turn out.

"Oh, by the way," he started. "We're going to participate in the Division Rap Battle next week, so be ready~!"

You were convinced by your co-workers to watch the DRB with them after work, so you decided to clean your photo storage. You liked taking pictures whenever you’d attend concerts after all!

As you were going through all your photos, you stumbled upon a photo you didn’t remember taking. It was a photo of two bunny plushies sitting on a bench in front of a beautiful amber sunset; a pink and white bunny who looked like they were holding hands.

"I didn't know I had plushies like that..." you said slowly.

You got up and looked around your room for those plushies. As a result, you made a huge mess, but you were just happy you found one of them. It was the pink bunny with a white bow. However, you couldn’t find the white bunny anywhere, and you searched everywhere for it.

"Weird," you commented, looking at the pink bunny. "When did I buy this again?"

It was fluffy and soft, and the feeling of melancholy washed over you once again. You still didn’t understand why you keep getting that feeling. You shrugged it off like you always did.

Attaching the pink bunny keychain to your bag, you left the house to meet up with your co-workers to get to the stadium.

The stadium was packed. The girls around you were squealing over a particular figure, Ramuda Amemura, who was currently rapping against Matenro.

You haven’t seen Ramuda in a while despite living in the same city. You were good friends with him when The Dirty Dawg was still around, but after they disbanded, you two never kept in touch. He slowly became distant with you which kind of annoyed you because you had heard from the others how he still kept in touch with Ichiro and Samatoki.

You would see him a lot on social media though. He was super popular with the girls, and he had the best fashion sense that was to your taste. You even purchased some of his pieces online.

He was now active in Fling Posse and his raps were as brilliant as they were before. He seemed more energetic too.

You watched him from the seats attentively as the girls around you cheered him on. But you were extremely confused because as Fling Posse lost against Matenro and was ushered to leave the stage, you spotted it – the white bunny keychain, the same one in the picture that matched your pink bunny keychain you currently had hung on your bag. Ramuda had the bunny attached to his hoodie.

And yet you still didn’t understand why this sense of melancholy came back to you, tugging on your heart strings even more than ever. Even when your eyes locked with Ramuda’s for just a second, even when your eyes began to water, you still didn’t understand why you were feeling this way.

For some reason, you just wanted to chase after him and hold him tight, but all you could really do was watch him smile at the crowd and walk away.

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I don't know what to say. It's in my head so I wrote it down to try and purge it (but ofc this is a plot bunny so I just gave it more space in my brain). If you want me to continue writing this, please do let me know.

Astarion x Tav, modern au. When you accidentally rescue a spoiled brat on the street who got turned into a vampire last night.

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There was someone in Zynatheri's bedroom- not unusual, but she didn't remember bringing anyone home from last night's gig.

Eventually, she realized the intermittent creaking and shifting of her mattress was not, in fact, a one night stand trying to sneak out without waking her, but someone kicking it.

One eye slowly cracked open, took note of the thin streak of light peeking between her curtains, and Zyn closed her eyes again.  Still daytime.  “M’sleeping.  See y’self out.”

A high, irritated voice drilled into her brain like a five in the morning construction crew.  “Why are you sleeping?  You’re marginally elven.  It’s been five hours, get up already.  Your fridge is empty, I'm hungry, and you don’t have any tea.”

Her mattress was kicked again in an irritable rhythm, like a tantruming child.

Oh, right, she’d accidentally picked up some patriar on a bender last night who'd wandered into the wrong neighborhood and gotten jumped.  Great.  She gathered up her blanket from under her neck and chest, and bunched it up so she could shove her face into it.  “M’nocturnal, sun hurts my eyes.  Go home.”

“I can’t go home!” His voice finally penetrated with some nuance, and she realized he sounded…scared.  Why was he scared?  His voice sharpened.  “Now wake up!”

Why was he scared and annoying?

Last night’s chaos and confusion finally filtered in, reminding her of just what the hell was going on.  He’d all but burst into her apartment just before dawn, yelling something about being chased.  Right.  She’d assumed he’d gotten lost slumming it, and had given him a couch and thrown a ward on the door because she was too tired to deal with it.

But now it was daytime and he was still here.  

Ick.

Why couldn’t he go– “Dedicated robber.  I guess.”  Reaching up, she pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her fingertips into the corners of her eyes.  Ick, eye crunchies.  Still not paying attention to him, she excavated them with a nail, flopping over onto her side.  “Just go out through the alley, there’s a door marked garbage in the lobby.”

“That won’t stop me from burning!”

Something was shoved into the line of her blurry vision, which she lifted a hand to bat out of the way, only to realize the skin was blistered and peeling.  Wait, what?  Was that– “Are you burned?”  Had he been burned before?  She didn’t think so.  Well, he was a patriar.  “Did you try to cook or something?”

“No, the sun did this.”

Wait, what?  Zyn was too tired for this.  With a little groan, she reached up and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands, trying to banish sleep.  Luckily the idiot moved out of her way as she swung her legs off the bed, heaving herself up to sit.  

Raking back her hair with both hands, she inhaled sharply through her nose and stood up, feet instinctively avoiding the splintered bit of wood just at the edge of her bed.  The landlord kept claiming he was going to finish the flooring.  She didn’t care; Zyn got a slight discount because it wasn’t and she needed the money.

Ignoring the tall, irritatingly pale eladrin standing over her like she was supposed to solve his problems, she turned away from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Zyn tugged her t-shirt down over her ass.  Avoiding the damaged threshold, she pulled open the creaking bathroom door and headed for the sink.  The eladrin followed.

Turning on the tap, she let the water run for a few seconds before splashing her face, the ice-cold water penetrating both mind and body alike, briskly waking her up.  There.  Now she could be lucid.  The toothbrush she definitely needed to replace was shoved into her mouth, and then she set to picking the dried toothpaste off of the mouth of the tube.  

“I’m having a bit of an urgent situation here, if you don’t mind.”

“Mhmm,” Zyn mumbled absently, squeezing out a thin ribbon of toothpaste and smearing it over her brush.  “I don’t have a spare toothbrush.”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

“You should, it’s important to–” she glanced over her shoulder again, un-blurred eyes finally taking him in.  Oh.  That’s why she’d let him into her apartment.

His face was long, a little too aristocratic for her liking, but with a very pretty mouth and devastatingly attractive eyes, despite the colo– wait.  Narrowing hers, Zynatheri peered into the stranger’s scarlet eyes.  Red eyes.  On an eladrin.

“Are you half drow?”

He drew himself up, looking offended.  Still disheveled, though.  “How dare you.”

“Don’t be a bi–” She stopped.  Her eyes flickered down to his burned hand.  Burned.  Red eyes.  He’d been standing behind her when she– 

Zyn turned back around, staring into the spotty, tarnished mirror.

Only her own reflection gazed back, the doorway behind her empty.  Shit.  All right, so she’d invited a vampire into her house.  Fine, fine, that was fine.  But why had he tried to go out in the su–

“So weird question, but those guys that jumped you last night.  Did one of them bite you?”

“What are you– yes, if you must know.”

“Look in the mirror.”

There was silence from behind her for a good few seconds, as the stranger had a Revelation.  Not wanting to waste time, Zyn took the opportunity to wet her toothbrush and start brushing away, waiting for reality to sink in.  Neh.  If he tried to bite her he probably didn’t know how, so a swift kick to the balls should settle things.

Luckily she knew a lot of people who were probably okay with being bit by a vampire spawn, but as far as she knew usually spawns weren’t just…able to escape like this.  Probably better to hand him off to someone and be done with it before the big one came to claim him.  If he really was a spoiled little patriar, his family would probably figure it out.

“Shit,” he said from behind her, voice hushed.