#fanfic ideas a brewin'

[ingravinoveritas]

hi, sorry. throwaway blog because i'm genuinely ashamed of myself for this but i need to get this out there or i will explode.

after spending a little too long on your blog i somehow can't stop thinking about David Tennant face-riding Michael Sheen.

i imagine that David would be fully naked while Michael would keep his clothes on, and David's fingers would soon become entangled with Michael's hair as Michael works his magic, David throwing his head back as the pleasure builds, Michael's hands finding their way to David's hips and thighs as he (Michael) continues to push David closer and closer to the edge. David would make the prettiest squeals as Michael's tongue would caress his most intimate areas, only a few flicks of Michael's tongue away from spilling over the edge.

sorry about this,

-anon

Hi there, Anon! I'm not exactly sure what it is you're sorry for, because this is delicious and thoroughly hot, and you have no reason to feel ashamed. I've had other Anons send me freestyle Michael/David smutty scenarios in the past, so you are far from the first person to do this and will likely not be the last. Haha.

What makes this especially delightful is that David actually has the perfect t-shirt for this very occasion:

I know that when Georgia originally posted this on Insta a few months ago, the assumption seemed to be that David was the one having his face sat on. But there's really no reason at all to think that he wouldn't equally enjoy sitting on someone's face...especially if that someone is Michael.

Let me counter you on one point, though, which is the exact type of noises David would be making while Michael pleasures him. Rather than squeals, I could more see David sounding very breathy. Lower-pitched gasps that begin to take on a slightly higher tone the closer he gets to climax. I also see him swearing a fair bit when Michael teases him, holding back on his ministrations just to get David to beg for more. His thick-rimmed glasses slipping when he looks down at Michael and sees those tigerish eyes locked on him, along with every inch of Michael's concentration. Moans that start out soft and get louder as David rocks his hips, rapidly losing control as Michael plays his body like the most perfect of all instruments...

Whew. I think I got a little carried away there, but it was hard not to, with such excellent source material. Thank you for sharing this, Anon, and do feel free to write more...

[f1fnatic]

SOUL TIED ⤿ c. leclerc 16

→ ( in which. . . ) you, a firm believer in soulmates, find 'the one' though he doesn't believe in soulmates himself.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written

→ ( pairing. . . ) charles leclerc x reader gender not specified

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) none!

→ ( author's note. . . ) had this idea brewin in my mind for a while. thought it would be fun to write about a soulmate believer and a soulmate denier. hope you enjoy! see end for more

→ ( masterlist )

you were a strong believer in soulmates. twin flames, soul ties, and the red string theory were a few you lived by. but, lately, you began to think that you would never find yours.

it hurt you deep in your heart seeing those around you fall deeply in love with their other halves, while you were stuck on the sidelines, waiting till yours came around. you wanted to scream and yell at the universe, blaming whatever higher power for the many failed relationships you have endured. it was like a stake was being plunged through your chest every time you saw healthy relationships. everyone had their person, so why didn't you have yours?

at the beginning, you were hopeful. thinking that your current boyfriend was the one. though, as time went on, you became less and less hopeful. you yearned to feel that strong connection of love, to feel your heart physically skip a beat and your palms get sweaty. to have butterflies flutter in your core each time you made eye contact. you needed your person. you wanted your person.

some nights you lay awake, restless and staring at the ceiling, wondering what your soulmate would look like. would they be taller than you? have blue, green, or brown eyes? blond or black hair; maybe no hair at all?

you were tired of the endless cycle; find a man, fall in love, find out he's not 'the one', and break it off. time was a cruel thing, and it was laughing in your face.

charles never really understood the infatuation others had toward soulmates. he never was able to wrap his head around the fact that people would dictate their relationships by whether or not their partner was 'the one.'

sure, charles might've been a little bit of a playboy. it didn't help that his exes were almost all a part of the same friend group. he couldn't help himself, they were all stunning. and, who wouldn't want to date an f1 driver?

if he was being honest with himself, which is a rare occasion, then he would admit that yes, he was getting upset that he couldn't maintain a long-term relationship. he was fed up with starting relationships and then ending them almost a year later.

truly, it was starting to affect his work life. he started to become spacy during team meetings, wasn't performing well in the car, and would give short answers during interviews.

charles wanted to curse at time and blame it for never giving him enough of it. he was getting desperate, he wanted to find his person.

somehow, by some higher power, or by just plane luck, you won tickets to the monaco grand prix. to say you were ecstatic would be an understatement, you were over the moon. you had been following f1 for a while, since you were a kid actually. you remember watching the concerningly fast cars went around the seemingly endless circle with your father. if he was still around, you definitely would have taken him with you.

charles nerve's were through the roof. yet another home race, yet more expectations to live up to. there was something special about a home race, but in the moment, charles couldn't think of one good reason about his home race being special. there wasn't an f2 feature race, so his brother wouldn't be watching. his mom got a sudden influx of customers at her salon, and lorenzo was with charlotte for a vacation.

standing in the starting strip was a surreal experience. never would you have thought you would be standing where the metal machines would be in an hours time. the area was bustling with bodies. celebrities, media personnel, drivers, and their respective teams were all around you. things were loud. you could barely hear yourself think. the ferrari cap on your head stood out against the dark navy blue of redbull. ferrari was a few rows back while redbull was at the front.

charles' mind was racing. so many thoughts at such a fast speed cycling through his brain. he was attempting to make his way to his car so he could complete his pre-race warm-up with his trainer, but he kept getting stopped. fans and interviewers wanting a moment of his time. he was heavily tempted to say no, but that wouldn't be good for his pr officer. so, he stayed. eventually though, he had to excuse himself. or rather, his trainer grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to his car to finish preparing for the race.

in the bustle of everything, you failed to hear the shouts of a certain driver's name. that is until a body collided with yours and two pairs of arms wrapped themselves like snakes around your waist. your cap was knocked off of your head and stolen before you could say anything. you turned to look at who kept you from falling and your heart immediately quickened. butterflies fluttered deep in your stomach and hands started to get clammy.

stunning hazel eyes lock onto yours. a hot pink blush began to run from your neck to your cheeks. brown hair perfectly complimented his features. a bright smile creeping onto his mouth. this was him, you could feel it. you didn't know why, but he, he was your soulmate.

charles didn't know the feeling blooming in his chest. but the moment he bumped into you, a million sparks erupted like fireworks throughout his body. it was like he was engulfed in eternal sunshine. he loved it, he wanted more of it.

mere seconds felt like hours, days even, of just the two of you standing there. the crowd disappeared. the track cleared, it was just you and the ferrari driver. you were too stunned to speak, and it seemed as though charles was as well.

he had never seen someone so beautiful. he felt a breath trapped in his throat, struggling to get out. the way your eyes stared at him through your long eyelashes made him want to crumble to the floor. much to his dismay, charles was harshly snapped back to reality when a hand slapped him on the back, making him remove his hands from your waist.

a faint pout settled on your lips, the warmth of his large hands lingering. he politely excused himself with a smile, explaining that he had to continue preparing for the race. you smiled back, understanding the rush to resume his tasks.

as charles turned to walk away, the warm feeling that bloomed in his chest was now wilting into a bitter cold. he was disappointed that he didn't try to make a short conversation with you, maybe ask for your number to keep in touch as he knew he would most likely never see you again.

you watched his retreating figure weave in and out of the mob of people. disappointment settled heavy in your stomach. the pout on your lips deepened as he got further and further away. you cursed yourself for not saying anything, being too starstruck to speak.

walking away with a heavy heart and even heavier feet, you make your way to the ferrari hospitality. the race was about to start, meaning that hopefully, charles would finally win his home race. you were rooting for him, truly. especially after your little run-in on the start-stop line.

after the race ended with a historic p1 result from charles, you managed to find yourself below the podium. seeing charles stand so proudly as his anthem blared made you smile.

suddenly while he was looking around, he locked eyes with you. at first you thought he was looking at his team who was just in front of you, but then he pointed at you, smiled and waved. a blush made its way to your face.

after the podium celebrations concluded, someone in ferrari gear approached you asking you to come with them. nerves radiated throughout your body, why would a ferrari personnel want you? they lead you through the garage and into the back by the drivers room. they then knocked on charles' door and left. you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

soft shuffling was heard on the other side of the door then it swung open, revealing the podium sitter that made you blush beyond recognition.

charles didn't know what came over him, one second he was on the podium pride swimming around him and the next asking his pr manager to find you. he knew it was silly, but he couldn't help it. you were beautiful.

that same feeling came back to him once he saw you standing in the doorway. he felt like a schoolboy.

"hi." charles sighed out. he wasn't really sure where to start, i mean, what much could you have in common?

"hi." you respond simply. a confused expression sat on your face, what on earth were you doing here?

a very awkward silence sat suspended in the air. you hugged yourself, a protective gesture that charles picked up on. he dropped his hands to his side, trying to open up the failing conversation.

thoughts were running through your mind. a nagging feeling clawed at you. you knew this was 'the one,' so why was it so unbelievably awkward?

"listen," charles starts, left hand out in front of him and his right rubbing the nape of his neck, "i know this may seem crazy, but when we bumped into each other before the race, i got a feeling that i haven't been able to shake away." he looks up to you trying to gauge your reaction.

you nodded before saying, "i know what you mean."

relief flushes over his body. his mind came to a slowing stop, he was glad you knew what he was talking about.

"i've been a stong believer in soulmates since i was a little kid and when you caught me, i don't know how to explain it, but it felt like the universe was telling me 'this is the one.'" you express. a blush began to creep up your neck, slightly dusting your cheeks in pink.

charles looked away shyly. you had described exactly how he felt when he prevented you from falling on the track. it felt nice how quick you were to understand, he was sure he sounded like a broken record.

"well then," he says "you care if i get you a new cap?"

whoop another fic done and dusted! trying to make a dent in all of my drafts :') anyways, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[typicalmagpie]

FOUND - A TF2 Fanfic

Sniper's parents are dead. The rest of RED help pick up the pieces. ... Engineer is the first to crack in a game that only Spy knew was being played. His drawl is quiet, conspiratorial - “I take it you've got somethin’ brewin’ up in that noggin’ of yours?” “I have no idea what you're talking about, laborer.” Spy replies immediately. Engineer’s only response is a disbelieving hum, so Spy continues. “The bushman’s woes are none of my concern.” “But you’re gonna find out what’s bothering him,” Engineer says quietly. It's not a request, because they both knew Spy was going to pry, anyway. “An’ when you do, you’re gonna tell th' rest of us how to help.”

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[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon chapter 12

skyrim Brynjolf x my dark elf oc fanfic

Things are getting DEEP.

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Morning came, and Brynjolf woke up on the floor, where he had made his bed.  His body ached from the hard surface. Looking over at Allustria, she was in the exact same position he had left her in. 

He got up, groaned, and stretched. Rubbing his neck muscles and popping his back. He smiled at the woman in front of him. Remembering her beauty and silliness of the night before. Wondering what she would remember. Deciding to let her sleep off the hangover she’d most likely have, he headed to the market. Thinking he could snoop around town and see what this place has to offer. 

He made his way to the Gildergreen and spotted the Companion’s hall. Not quite his kind of crowd. His eyes trail up the mountainous stairway, leading to the jarls castle. He thought it better to keep out of there as well. Instead he decided to wander through the living quarters. 

Scanning the area, Brynjolf smiled upon finding the Hall of the Dead.

“Found you~” he kneels next to a patch of deep purple flowers with thin, triangular petals, and a yellow stamen.

Brynjolf spent his time alone prepping for the journey back. He gathered food and a set of camping supplies. Soon, he returned to their room to pack up their things, so it would all be ready once Allustria was awake. Filling a tankard of water, he dropped the flower stems inside, and set it on the nightstand next to the bed, along with a cup of water for her to drink. His ears perked when he overheard someone talking through the balcony doorway.

“Yeah, a cold wind is blowing in from the east. Seems like they’re getting a snowstorm out there. Gotta dress warm!” The farmer says. 

Brynjolf sighs. He didn’t want to have to stay another night. Thinking of Allustria, who always seems to be underdressed, he heads out once again, in hopes of finding a couple of cloaks to wear. 

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Allustria wakes and bolts up, looking for Brynjolf.

“Oh, bad idea—“ She found a bucket next to the bed and hurled last night’s contents into it. After spitting out the taste, she attempted to look around again, squinting her eyes from the light.  Her expression softens when she spots the nightshade flowers next to her. She smiled to herself, knowing Brynjolf had picked them for her. She brought them closer so she could inspect them.  

Last night’s events were pretty foggy, but she did remember entering the tavern with her new dress and having the intent of putting on a show. Looking around the room, she was able to put together that they at least slept separately, so perhaps her attempts at wooing the man hadn’t worked. It’s for the best though, what’s the point of having fun with someone and not being able to remember it the next morning? Although… she did notice that her corset had been loosened. But everything else was as it was, so perhaps he just wanted her to be able to breathe while she slept. Very considerate of him. 

Everything was packed up, so she pocketed the flowers, slung her pack onto her back, and carried his bag down to the bar. 

“Did you happen to see where my friend went?” She asked Hulda, who offered her a fresh cup of tea and breakfast. 

“Who, that handsome fella? Heard him talkin’ to one of the farmers about the storm that’s a brewin’, then he headed to the market.” 

"He is handsome, isn't he?" Allustria giggled.

Once Allustria was finished eating, she headed out to look for him. It was noticeably colder today, and she hated herself for selling her fur armor to get this sexy little dress. But still, it covered more than her leather armor would, so the dress she wore. 

“Ah! You’re awake. Here, put this on.” Brynjolf appeared behind her and swirled a cloak over her shoulders.  “We better get going if we want to beat this storm. I have everything we need, so let’s go!” He took his pack from her, dressed in a cloak himself, and headed for the city gates. 

Allustria’s heart was beating noticeably faster as soon as she saw the man. She felt embarrassed for some reason. She tried to remember if she did anything worthy of feeling like that, but couldn’t seem to remember anything past arriving mid party, and sitting on his lap. Her blush deepened… oh yeah. 

There was a hefty wind blowing in from the mountains. The empty fields made it more apparent. With no trees to break it, the wind just about knocked them over! They hurried to Shadowmere, who seemed happy to see them. Capes billowing this way and that, Allustria tucked her head down, pinning her hair to her chest to avoid a horrible tangled mess. 

“Maybe…. You should drive…” Allustria suggested, still feeling a little dizzy from last night. Brynjolf nodded and took the front half of the saddle. He helped her up onto the back and gave Shadowmere a light kick to begin their journey.

Allustria seemed to just keep finding things to feel more and more flustered about. The saddle was on the bigger side, but still not made for two. The way her groin was sliding towards Brynjolf's hips was quite the thing to stir up her imagination. Also, the fact that he was in this seat last time made her head spin. What he must've been thinking… 

An icy wind blows Allustria back to reality and she wraps her arms around him for stability. Burrowing her hooded face in his back.

The three of them cross the bridge and follow the road that hugs the river. As soon as they reach the mountain range, it begins to snow. Lightly at first, then falling down hard in large white clumps. 

“If this keeps up, we’ll need to find shelter!” Brynjolf yells so Allustria can hear him over the wind and river. They kept going until the path was barely visible. 

“There’s a cave up ahead I think. I remember seeing it before the tower.” Allustria points in the direction. 

They pass the bandit tower that they cleared out the day before, and follow the sloping path. Shadowmere hesitated and slowed his pace to prevent slipping. They passed the raging waterfall and Allustria pointed out the cave she remembered. 

 They found a clearing in the terrain to cross the river. The water was surprisingly shallow and a small bank with trees growing from it sat in the center. Crossing it, and back into the water, Brynjolf and Allustria dismounted once they reached the other side.

Allustria tried to pull Shadowmere into the cave with them, but he wouldn’t have it. So instead she told him to hide in the shadows, and wait for them until the storm passed. 

In the cave and out of the cold, they head through the tight tunnel and make it to an opening. There are bedrolls splattered with bones and blood. They glance at each other, and continue onward, weapons at the ready. Smashed tables and wooden structures decorate the cave floor. They continue through another tunnel and emerge into an even bigger opening,  full of pines, a small pond, and a beautiful waterfall at the far end of the cave. Skulls and assorted bones scattered across the cave floor, and finally the stench hit them.

“Trolls.” Brynjolf concluded. “I hate trolls.” Allustria nodded in agreement. 

“I need to start carrying a bow. I don’t know how many I could take with just a couple of daggers.” 

“I don’t want to find out.” He said, lightly placing his fingers on her shoulder, turning her around to head back instead of fight.

They found a spot near the entrance, deciding to stay by the bed rolls they passed earlier. That way they can make a quick escape if they’re ever spotted. 

Avoiding the bloodied beds, Allustria sat, wrapping herself up in her dark gray cloak. She leaned against the damp wall, thumping the back of her head against it. 

“How long do you think this storm will last?” She asked. Brynjolf sat a foot or so away from her.

“I don’t know. Hopefully not long.” 

It was quiet. They tried to ignore the smell of dried blood and foul odors that oozed from the cave. 

“Thank you for the flowers.” Allustria said, remembering them just now. Brynjolf smiled.

“Don’t mention it.” 

Allustria started to shiver from the cold rock pressing against her back. She scooted forward, trying to find a comfortable spot, but failing.

“Here,” Brynjolf opened up his matching cloak and she eagerly crawled inside. She lay between his knees, wrapped up in the fabric, hood up, and leaned against his chest. He closed his arms around her and she felt an immediate relief from his heat radiating off of him. Both happy to be sharing each other's warmth.  Sitting in comfortable silence, keeping an ear out for danger, they both rest and save their energy while not quite falling asleep. 

While they waited, Allustria tried her best to remember last night. Flashes of moments from her dancing and falling into the lap of a man flickered through her mind like a fading dream. She remembered checking to see Brynjolf’s reaction from his seat at the bar. His eyes glued to her, but not of jealousy. More like he was enjoying the show. When someone had caressed her thigh, she honestly thought about cutting off those little fingers, but then saw Brynjolf lick his lips, setting her loins aflame, So she let it slide as part of the performance. That seemed to be as far as her memory would let her traverse. 

She let the sounds of his breathing distract her. A mindless finger traced the stitching in his leather armor. Wondering what he might be thinking about now. 

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An hour or so passed. Brynjolf decided to go out and check the weather’s progress. Allustria reluctantly left her spot on his chest and let him go. He was only gone a moment before returning to her to give her an update.

“It’s letting up a little. I bet the snow will stop in another hour or so.” 

“Good. I want to get out of here.” 

Brynjolf sat across from her. Thinking of what to talk about to pass the time.

“Do you… remember last night?” He asked. 

“Not really,” She sighed. “Why? Did I do something embarrassing?” 

“No, not at all,” Brynjolf laughed. “You were the center of attention, alright, with your beautiful dancing.” Taking note that she didn’t remember asking him to kiss her.

“Oh~ I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She smiled. 

“I did… Quite a bit actually…” Allustria blushed at his sincere remark. 

She looked around the cave, getting bored, and decided to wander around. Peeking around boulders and things to see if the previous campers left anything interesting. 

“Uuughh, I just wish we were home already. I hate being cold.” 

“Don’t forget the hot springs on the way!” Brynjolf reminded her. She jumped back into his view, a fresh look of excitement on her face

“Oh yeah!” The cloak still tightly wrapped around her, she eagerly waddled back to him. He laughed at her silly nature.

“Let’s go check the weather again!” She grabbed her stuff and headed down the tunnel. 

“Already?!” Brynjolf had to hurry and catch up to her. 

It was still lightly snowing, but the visibility was clear. 

“Come on! It looks clear enough now, let’s go!” She waited for Brynjolf’s approval before calling for Shadowmere. He nodded, so she whistled and waited for the horse to emerge from his shadowy sleep.  

The two of them get on and cross the river once again. Following the road, until coming to a fork and checking the sign. They decide to take the high road, passing a Stormcloak fort. Arriving at a bridge, they break off the path and cross the river. It was still snowing lightly, but they felt a slight warmth in the breeze from the hot springs ahead. Finally they had arrived! Heading past a few pools, they found a nice spot with large flat rocks to set up a small camp.

They unloaded their packs. Brynjolf had enough supplies to set two tents, as well as some firewood. Once the tents were up, they made a small campfire between them. Allustria happily dropped to her knees in front of it, holding her hands above the flames. 

By the time they had gotten the camp up, the snow had stopped and the sun was lowering into the horizon. Brynjolf took both of their cloaks and hung them up to dry. Along with his armor, he sat with Allustria at the fire in his white cotton shirt and brown pants. 

Once the sun had set, and they properly warmed up, Allustria looked to the steaming pools around her.

“Ready for a swim?” She gives him a raised eyebrow. 

“Of course. But First, I gotta take a piss.” He jumps to his feet, “Go on ahead.” And trudges into the forest to find a bush to relieve himself on. 

She watches him disappear and slips out of her clothing, keeping it by the fire to stay toasty. Allustria dips her toes in to check the temperature, and steps in. Sighing at the perfect temperature, She wades further out to a deeper area and enjoys the warmth, fully submerging herself. 

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Brynjolf hears rustling a few paces away. He leans to look. A small fox wanders by, and high tails it in the opposite direction when it sees him standing there. He tucks himself back in his pants and buttons up. Shoving branches away as he makes his way back through the forestry. He emerges and sees their tents a little bit further than he was expecting. He must've gotten a bit turned around. He spots Allustria’s clothes hanging with her cloak, but no Allustria. 

 While scanning the area, a shadow under the water catches his eye, at the far end of the pool. Allustria's moonlit hair emerges from the water. She's facing away from him, scrubbing her scalp and squeezing water out of her hair.

By the Gods, she was naked. He takes cover behind a bush to assess the situation. The clouds had parted and moonlight reflected off of her wet hair. It lit her curves in just the right way. He leans forward to get a better look and his foot presses down on a stick, snapping it. He ducks just before Allustria turns toward his direction. He holds his breath and shuts his eyes, trying to decide if it was okay to spy on her like this… she knew he'd be back soon, right? He waits a moment, before taking his chances at looking up again.  He sets his eyes back to where he last saw her, but she’s gone.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, to sneak up on me~” Allustria’s lips brush against the tip of his ear. Her breath on his cheek sends a chill down his spine. 

Brynjolf’s heart jumps up into his throat. “You, Lass… are terrifying.” He says once again, deciding that he liked it. He turns toward her to see her sly smile.

“You have no idea~” she almost purrs 

That remark causes him to turn a bit red. Her hair is slicked back, but draped over her shoulders and down her chest, censoring her from his view.

“Now… do me a favor… take off your clothes..” She leans in, his heart is pounding now, cheeks flushed. He’s captured in the glow of her eyes. Her soft lashes flutter as she blinks slowly. Enticing him in with her slightly parted lips. She places a hand on his shoulder, tracing her fingers on the soft cotton. “And take.. “ she pressed her palm firmly against him “A bath!”

            With one giant shove, Allustria uses an arm and her bare toes against his back to push him into the spring water!

She’s cackling over his surprise. Brynjolf splashes and gasps for air. Once he gets his footing on the slippery mineral coated floor, he swipes his ginger hair out of his eyes, leans forward to catch his breath, and looks at the devil who almost drowned him. 

“Oh you’re going to get it now, Lass.” he’s bearing his teeth, with a slight smirk. She’s standing at the edge of the small ledge she sent him flying over, laughing to the stars. She has a fur blanket clutched to her chest, covering about half her body, while her long moonlit hair covers the rest. 

Brynjolf jumps forward, water splashes everywhere, and yanks at the pelt. She about chokes on her own fit of giggles when realizing she’s going to plummet into the water as well. She spreads her arms out, wildly, to try and catch herself, but just lands chest first right into the man.

They both struggle to break the water surface. Allustria’s hair is plastered over her eyes. She peels it away, revealing a scowl, but then snorts and a smile goes with it. Brynjolf is letting himself float back now and splashes her. 

“Fine, I’ll take a bath. Now that we’re even…”

Allustria raises an eyebrow “um, you’re the one who tried to catch a sneaky perv” She lifts her chin, catching the moonlight on her face. “I get a freebie since you pulled me in~”

He narrows his eyes at her. She’s still somehow totally covered by her damnable hair.  

“Fine.  I’ll take a bath. “ he repeats himself, ignoring her threat. Brynjolf wades over to their camp site. Sloshing out like a waterlogged sack of potatoes. 

Allustria swims through the shallow water, following him. She peeks over the edge of the pool to watch him undress.

The spring water reflects the moons and stars beautifully, making it just bright enough to see. Brynjolf kicks off his waterlogged boots, and peels off the soaked white shirt that was clinging to him, showing off his strong back. Allustria twists her toes together in anticipation. He loosens the ties around his waist. She can see the curves of his lower back disappear into his leather pants. He pauses for a moment, holding his hands on the top hem of his trousers, but stops. 

Fully aware he’s being meticulously watched, he decides to leave his pants on for his bath, just to frustrate her. He smiles to himself, hearing Allustria’s quiet huff of disappointment. She silently slips away into the depths, like a snake. 

Brynjolf wades into the water and finds a nice place to relax in before beginning to bathe. 

The two of them finish cleaning themselves as best they can. They leave a larger than necessary gap between the two of them. Maybe taking a few glances to check if the other is still there.  Brynjolf splashes his face one more time and wipes down his arms. He looks back and sees that Allustria has already made her way into the tents.The fur blanket in hand and her long hair covering her backside. 

She hangs the fur blanket over by the fire to dry overnight then ducks into her tent.   Brynjolf floats in the warm water for a while, letting it soak to his bones. 

Deciding he's finished as well, Brynjolf wades over to the camp. He peels off his pants, regretting his decision to bathe with them on, and sets them by the rest of his armor, which was already almost dry from the flames.  He wraps himself up in his wool cloak and finds a seat by the fire pit. 

Allsutria comes out of her tent and is braiding her long hair. Her torso wrapped in a thin white fabric with a heart shaped chestline. It's twisted around and tied at the side, making an asymmetric shape. The bottom of the material swoops along her right thigh, then comes up the side of her left leg. Just begging to be touched.

He can feel himself begin to throb below the blanket. He shifts in his seat to adjust his growing member into a more comfortable spot. Something he’s gotten quite used to, these past few days…

Allustria joins him by the fire, sitting across from him. She finishes her hair into two long braids, then spins a couple of fish that she had stuck by the fire to cook, making sure they get evenly toasted. Her arm presses against her chest as she leans to one side, causing her breasts to be pushed together.

'She must know what she's doing to me..' Brynjolf drinks in her beautiful body. The light from the fire reflected onto her, showing every curve. 

“Looks like the food is done.” She says, grabbing one of the pierced fish and handing it to him.  He accepts. She sits rather close to him.  He can see a clear view of her cleavage now. The light from the fire washed over her beautiful skin. They eat in silence. Brynjolf keeps his eyes on every move she makes. 

"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was low and smooth. It pierces the silence between them. A blush burning in her cheeks, feeling his eyes on her.

“Yes I do, as a matter of fact… That sweet roll looks rather appetizing.” 

She gives him a mischievous look. Setting her meal down, she gets on her hands and knees and crawls to the dessert.  Brynjolf freezes, he can’t look away. The curve of her hips, barely covered in the white fabric, was almost too much for him. He licked his lips. They’re little game of teasing each other was making him ache for her. He felt himself throbbing beneath the cloak. Wanting so badly to feel her body against his. To kiss every inch over and over again. To hear her moan with the pleasure he brought her. 

Allustria grabs the sweet roll but refrains from bringing it back to him. She jumps up and runs to the other side of the fire.

“If you want it, Come and get it~”

Brynjolf felt like she was using the sweetroll as a metaphor for herself.

“Gladly…” He jumps up and chases after her. She spins and dodges, always just nearly out of reach.  She hides behind the tent, and baits him into one way, then scampers off into the opposite direction. He was only able to catch her when she nearly lost her balance, swinging her arms to avoid falling back into the spring water. He ensnares her within his cloak, but she slips between his fingers, and crawls out before he can trap her. 

“How are you so fast?!” He laughs and runs after her again.

Finally, he lunges and knocks her over onto her back. He pins her arms above her head, and grabs the sweetroll, taking a large bite out of it. Smiling at his win. His cloak dropped to his sides, showing his bare chest. His legs on either side of her, successfully trapping her beneath him 

Allustria’s heartbeat quickens. He was just gorgeous.  Not to mention learning that being pinned down by him was quite the turn on. She breathed heavily from their little game of tag, and scanned her eyes all around him. The flickering light of the firepit, illuminating his alluring body. She felt her heart crawling into her throat, face flushing with heat. 

The way he looked at her made her arms weak, not allowing her to even attempt an escape. He smiled down at her. Placing the sweetroll back on its plate. He puts his hand against the ground next to her head, scanning her beautiful face. He lowers his body, inching closer to hers. Half lidded eyes full of lust. 

"Careful, or I might bite you~" She whispers.

"I'm fully aware of the risks…" he replies, in a more serious tone than she was expecting. Her cheeks deepen in color. Brynjolf’s eyes make it obvious how serious he is about the situation. 

He slowly inches closer, both hearts pounding, he pauses nearly centimeters from her lips. She hesitates, but then tilts her chin up ever so slightly and meets him into a kiss. He exhales and melts into her, relieved of her acceptance. A soft moan escaped her lips, exciting him more. He takes in her bottom lip, sucking on it and gently pulling with his teeth. He feels her smile. His heart pounds faster and his arms start to shake slightly. Allustria lifts her head, pushing more aggressively. She delicately touches his upper lip with her tongue, wanting to go further. He accepts and parts his lips, letting her in. His breath hitched and moaned. Their tongues meet and softly trace each other. She drags her tongue against his upper lip. 

Brynjolf squeezes her arms, still pinning them above her head. He lowers his hips and barely touches his hardened member against her abdomen. A sharp hiss escapes her lips, and she pushes her pelvis into him, showing her approval of his arousal. They break for air and stare into each other’s eyes, making sure they were both okay with where this was heading. She smiles at him, almost out of breath. Brynjolf returns the smile and lightly brushes a loose hair away from her cheek. 

Releasing her arms, he places his hands on either side of her face, and pulls her into another waterfall of kisses. Sucking and licking her sweet lips, tasting her, feeling her in a way he’s dreamt for so long. 

Allustria uses her now free arms, and traces her fingernails down his chest. He pushes against her, letting her fingertips explore his abs and down to the waistband of his undergarments.  His body shudders to her touch, feeling incredibly sensitive and a bit ticklish. She giggles, and kisses him more. He moans and presses his engorged cock against her with more force than before. She nips at his lip in return. Her warm hands feeling his body, brushing her palms against his back muscles, feeling the slight change in texture where his few scars are. She lowers her hands down to his hips, digging her fingers underneath his underwear, sliding down and grabbing his cheeks. 

Brynjolf pulls back to look into her eyes once again. 

“Do you want me?” He asks. Her face was full of pleasure. 

She nodded, sheepishly. 

“Say it.” He demanded. She blushes.

“…I want you…” She whispers.

“Louder” Brynjolf pushes the tip of his cock against her, between her legs. She squeaks and bites her lip, eyebrows knitted together.

“I want you.” She obeys. “I want you to make me scream with pleasure.” She persuades. 

Brynjolf hungrily crashes his lips to hers once again. She loops her fingers around his waistband and pushes the fabric off of him, sliding it down his strong thighs. One leg out, then the other. The cloak slipped off his backside, exposing him to the elements. 

His kisses trail across her cheek, down her neck, nipping at her collar bone, and down her swelled chest, finding the thin fabric that covered her.  She slips her fingers between his teeth and the covering. He looks up, wondering why she stopped him.

“Shall we take this to the tent?”

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[ingravinoveritas]

I love how we’re basically acknowledging that Michael’s basement is a sex dungeon and David is locked in it with that red rope tied around his pretty wrists...

We now go live to Michael Sheen’s basement.

[drabbles-of-writing]

Omg no way your back ! I hope your okay do you have any more ideas or au for your fanfics and will you only write about toh or different fandom's ? Please share your ideas I want to know whats in that chaotic head of yours >:)

I am indeed back and a-okay! I intend to stick around for a while this time :]

Can't say much for the current AU's I'm afraid, though I definitely hope to write more in Four Years and Beta, just with a couple little updates. A Little Kindness is for sure going to be finished someday, the next chapter is currently halfway through the wip stage.

I am going to write for different fandoms, though I can't say definitively for what yet. I am soon-to-be writing for a big bang if any of you are interested tho.

But aside from that! Got a whole ton of other fic ideas brewin' up. Got one about the pasts of the other Golden Guard, one about them as ghosts haunting the Coven, one about Darius growing up under the mentorship of the last Golden Guard, one about Darius, Eberwolf & Raine teaming up after Raine was captured, very badly want to start a fic abt Philip & Wittebro's time in the Isles, one about a vigilante-type Hunter ready to rock Belos's shit based off of this wonderful art, one about Hunter roughing it out in the woods and being found by Luz & King fleeing the guards around their house, might make one where Luz & King run into Raine instead of Hunter.

There is. A lot. And I fully intend to get to all of it at some point. Figures that I hit this burst of inspiration right as exams are creeping up on me. Misery.

[stancine]

i’ve got some fanfic ideas brewin’ and i’m really excited

[evilishei]

Fall for fall! 🧡

Here’s what’s brewin’ for my side-blog: @eirist​ for my ever adorable OTP. I love autumn (because that is one season we don’t get to experience aside from winter), I love ZoNa... why not combine both? So for the whole Oct-Nov months, requests for autumn-fall themed prompts are open. 

Feel free to send some prompts in this format: prompt + rating so we can filter SFW and NSFW. Or much better... you can use them as well to create your own fanfic or fanart! Just share it with us please. We’d love to see it! 

Autumn / Fall (and Halloween!) Prompt List  💚🧡

1.       Autumn / Fall

2.       Bewitched

3.       Pumpkins / Pumpkin Carving

4.       Halloween Costumes

5.       Green and Orange

6.       Bonfire

7.       Carnival / Fair

8.       Whiskey or Beer

9.       Trick or Treat

10.   End of Summer

11.   Decadent Dessert

12.   Harvest Festival

13.   Crunchy Leaves

14.   Under the Umbrella

15.   Corn Maze

16.   Wiener and Marshmallow Roast

17.   Fall Dinner Party

18.   Hot Toddy

19.   Candy Apples

20.   Fall Hike

21.   Getting Cozy

22.   Haunter House

23.   Horseback Riding

24.   Sweater

25.   Scarf

26.   Thick Socks

27.   Blankets

28.   Candles

29.   Wet sidewalk after rain

30.   Scary Movie Marathon

31.   Witch’s Brew

32.   Wicked

33.   Curse

34.   Scream

35.   Anything Haunted (could be a place, or object… your choice)

36.   Ghost Stories

37.   Midnight Approached

38.   The witch’s familiar wasn’t a black cat

39.   “Ouch, stop that!”

40.   “Can you quit poking me?”

41.   “Let’s go up the stairs.” “The half rotted stairs up to the dark creepy attic?” “Yeah! Seems like a great idea.”

💚🧡 If there are prompts not listed here but you want to share or use. Just tell me so we can add it on the list.  

[bardic-inspo]

Happy Fanfic Writer Friday! ♥ Have any exciting ideas a-brewin'? (Of course, spoiler-free for BtG, if that would apply! >:3)

Hey! Happy Friday to you too! 🙂

Hmm, well, I'll tease a little for Bring the Gasoline Chapter 12, and for a future OT3 fic 👀

An alternate summary of BtG Chapter 12 might be: Hi, my name is Nat and contrary to what you've heard, actually, I am so soft. Very soft. Please don't poke me. Ouch.

Assuming it doesn't split into two chapters on me, it will be a split POV between Nat and Mac. It has been unexpectedly emotional as I've been writing it. Got a little choked up in a spot or two. But, I think it will be emotional in a way that is hopeful. Hopefully. 🙂

A yet untitled OT3 project I've been excited about for a long time but won't be writing for a while yet: a series of Deacon POV vignettes as he's "observing" Nat and Mac from afar prior to actually meeting them. I'm starting to get a sense for what specific moments I want to have in that fic. There's a BtG Chapter 12 moment that's on the list. 👀

[ingravinoveritas]

Wonder what Michael thinks of David’s lewk for the Olivier Awards. hopefully they saw each other after the awards and Michael was able to appreciate his outfit more 😏

Well, we all know Michael is the king (queen?) of gay once-overs, so I imagine he would've looked at David like this:

Although...I'm fairly certain in this case it wouldn't have been a "once" over, but a many, many times over, looking David up and down as wantonly as possible.

I don't think Michael was in London yesterday, sadly, so I'm not so sure about them getting to see each other after (at least in person). But we do know that Michael was in London for that BAFTA Cymru event in February, so I love the thought of David and Michael going suit shopping at the JK boutique together.

It's so easy to picture David excitedly grabbing several of the Dandy Rebels suits and changing into them to show Michael, and Michael being very appreciative of how those suits look on him. And maybe David was a bit reluctant to make such an extravagant purchase at first, to spend that kind of money on himself, until Michael reassured him:

"You look absolutely gorgeous in that, Dai. You deserve it. Go on, treat yourself."

And David was only going to buy one suit (perhaps the red & black?) but Michael insisted on buying him a second one (the gold).

"Oh, it's--it's too much. No, I can't let you do that," David says abashedly, trying and failing to hide how pleased he is at the way it looks on him.

"I'll do anything I like, sweetheart. Within reason, of course," Michael winks, fisting the fabric of the gold jacquard waistcoat and pushing David backward into the opulent dressing room. He slides his tongue into David's mouth in a heated kiss, the door closing behind them as David moans and the discreet store clerks carry on with their business...

Oh, yes...I could see that very, very clearly. And if that were the case, just imagine Michael seeing David in that beautiful suit the night of the Oliviers (even on Facetime), having that memory. Delicious.

Whatever the case may be, I have no doubt Michael wholeheartedly appreciated that outfit on David. Truly hoping we'll have the chance to see some of that appreciation in person when the GO 2 press tour gets underway. Fingers crossed...

[mooifyourecows]

How about you start another DaiSuga fanfic?! Just because...why not? A mafia AU maybe? I miss reading your fics and I can't wait for new chapters for any of your fics!

DO NOT TEMPT ME FOUL DEMON.

Bruh, I’ve got so many ideas(INCLUDING A DAISUGA MAFIA AU) and I want to start writing them really really bad but I keep getting told (by @tsukkari mostly)...

And I really wanna be like...

But gee I’ve already gotten so slow on updating these other fics and so maybe I really should wait to start something new until I’ve at least completed one (Open Tab) even though the ideas are BREWIN’ inside my head. Adding more to my plate would probably only slow everything down even more and put a whole lot (more) stress on me, and that’s probably a bad thing to do around this time of year when holiday and the eventual threat of being snowed in again this winter stress is already starting to make an appearance.

I’m really happy that you like my fics and that you are already looking forward to the things I write in the future.

But for my sanity, and for the good of the fics I’m currently updating, I’ll postpone placing even more responsibility on my shoulders.

Thank you for the support and love! I’ll be working on a new chapter of Summer Rain all day today so hopefully I’ll be able to update soon!

[ingravinoveritas]

Happy solar return! Just wanna take a moment to say thanks—I just stumbled across your blog a few months ago and so enjoy it. You’ve written some really nice takes that, on top of (of course) lovely rumination on our favorites, include salient points about knowing yourself and identity that are really thoughtful. Hope you have a lovely day and wishing you wine, waistcoats, and wily Welshmen :D

Oh, Anon...thank you so much! This is so lovely and I genuinely got emotional reading your message.

I really do not always have a sense of awareness as to how far my blog reaches, or how the particular things I write resonate with people, so this is just incredibly meaningful and validating to me. It's especially a breath of fresh air compared to some of the hater Anons I occasionally get (such as the one calling me ugly a few months ago).

It's honestly such a joy to be part of the GO and the MS/DT fandom, and to have so many wonderful followers who have been so enthusiastic and kind. I am beyond delighted that you and so many folks are enjoying my analyses, my other silly posts, and my more personal, non-fandom related ruminations, too.

So from the deepest place in my heart, thank you, thank you for this lovely birthday message and for your continued support. (I also appreciate your use of alliteration at the end there, and will be sure to keep a lookout for waistcoats and wily Welshmen). Thank you, Anon! xx 💗

[ingravinoveritas]

Mmm that is a tough decision to make. My question is, would the story at the end of Staged season 3 involve David getting in to that tease of a kimono? Or perhaps something involving that short robe from Saturday night takeaway....Okay I think im just a sucker for David in something slutty and domestic.

Hi, Anon! I don't know how I somehow neglected to include descriptions of each fic, but that probably would've been helpful, right? Well, I just reblogged the poll and added some descriptions, so hopefully that clears things up a bit.

I am also thoroughly enjoying your idea about David being in that kimono, or the short robe from SNT. It really speaks volumes that David has such an affinity for flimsy, barely-there garments. Slutty in the most teasingly provocative way possible, while still being just enough to cover his modesty.

I love the thought of David straddling Michael's lap while wearing that robe, both of them groaning when David starts rolling his hips and thrusting against him. He arches his back with almost unnatural grace, reaching behind him to dig his fingers into Michael's thicc thighs. Michael bites his lip, cock swelling in his trousers, fabric grinding into David's bare arse beneath the robe. He presses a hand to David's neck, caressing a thumb over his protruding Adam's apple. His other hand finds the space at David's lower back, guiding him upright until their mouths are so close Michael can feel his breath against his cheek and they're looking into each other's eyes...

Yes, I think slutty and domestic is very perfect for David. Something erotic, but also so sweet and comfortable, which is how I do see him with Michael. Obviously, I do have a lot of fics on my docket currently, but I will definitely have to consider this as another option at some point...

[ingravinoveritas]

"David Tennant is a very attractive man. I think we all know that."

[ingravinoveritas]

irvinis replied to your post “Thinking about the photo from tonight, i almost…”

@ingravinoveritas this may be fanon (canon created by fans), but it fits so well into the daddy/boy dynamic. Michael comes to David's performances with his doors wide open, wearing his best sweater (or baring his arms) and giving a standing ovation: THIS IS MY BOY! And David makes his way to Michael’s performances, wrapped in a scarf up to his eyebrows and sighs quietly in delight from an inconspicuous place in the corner.

@irvinis Ohh...this is tickling a very specific part of my brain. Oh, I love this. In the past I didn't usually go for the daddy/boy dynamic with Michael and David (because I've always seen their relationship as one of equals/switches), but this absolutely fits them like a freaking glove.

We have the picture Georgia posted of David all wrapped up exactly like that, so right away that gives us a visual:

And what you've described goes perfectly with what we saw when Michael went to see Macbeth in December--that white-bright moment of Michael gazing up at David from the audience, and David looking right back at him, captured forever on film and in our hearts. That, in contrast with last night, with David quietly going to the show and doing everything to keep the focus on Michael. David waiting until the lights have dimmed and all eyes are on the stage to let out that little sigh, feeling a shiver of unrestrained happiness work its way through his body as he watches, enraptured, as Michael does the thing he does best.

It's also interesting how this potentially ties into Michael not doing the matinee today. I know we could say it's because he's still recovering from being sick (and that would certainly make sense), but I love the thought that Michael sat out so many performances earlier in the week to make sure he had his strength specifically for last night's performance, because he knew David was coming and wanted to do a good job for him.

I could also see David going to Michael's dressing room after (with thanks to @greeneyed-thestral for planting the seed of that lovely idea) and seeing Michael all enthralled with a post-show high from performing, yet still anxious about how things went--worrying if he was on key for the musical number, if he missed any cues. I can see David slowly backing Michael into the mirror without a word, until the lights frame Michael like a halo. He takes off his ball cap and unravels his scarf in an elegant heap on the dresser, revealing himself, both of them now bare and vulnerable. David grasps either side of Michael's face in his hands, thumb tracing over the crow's feet at the side of Michael's eyes, and smiles softly. He kisses Michael, mouths opening just slightly as the kiss deepens and their tongues meet. Kisses him long enough to quiet Michael's mind, to get the overthinking voice inside to stop.

He is quiet, this David. Always making himself smaller to fit in rooms within rooms, hiding away, keeping the peace. Until Michael. Michael, who somehow had the key to every door. Something in David expands, becomes louder, growing to more than his slender frame could seem to handle, and he pours it into that kiss. A mark of this moment, of Michael bathed in light, of the two of them together and David silently saying, we are here. We are together and I am going to take care of you now.

Oh, yes...I could certainly see that happening. Thank you so much for this delicious prompt on a Saturday morning...

[ingravinoveritas]

Oh, Michael...