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Wrong For It

Pairing: Toxic!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Corruption kink if you squint. ONE SHOT.

Summary: Follower Celebration: You voted for Slice of Life with a Toxic Tyrone! While hanging out with your best friend, her big brother Tyrone comes home unexpectedly. You've had a terrible crush on him for as long as you could remember. You're both a little tipsy and feeling each other. You absolutely shouldn't....right?

Word Count: 6,014k

A/N: Happy Follower Celebration!!!!! It's because of YOU that I've enjoyed (19!!!!) Tyrone fics! Not including the multiple parts. I've written sweet, toxic, disrespectful, AU, and spooky Tyrone fics and ya'll still want more! I LOVE YA'LL FRFR!!!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Special, special shout out to @planetblaque! I could NOT have finished this without you, ILY!!! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Girl, you never want to hang at my place anymore,” your best friend, Camille, said. 

You sighed and switched your phone to your other ear, grateful that she can’t see your guilty eye roll. “That’s not true, I was just over there…” You trailed off, trying to think of when you were last over there.

Fourth of July. She had a small party, which of course meant that everybody and they mama was invited. It was easy to disappear during the party. Easy to dodge Tyrone, her brother. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just the neighborhood fuck boy and you had a terrible crush on him.

You’d known Camille and Tyrone all their lives, having grown up right next door to them. You never stood a chance when it came to what type of guy you were interested in. Camille spent many a day complaining about her annoying older brother and how women always tried to be nice to her in order to get to him.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that during puberty, when you really started to notice boys, you had the misfortune of seeing Tyrone workout with his shirt off. Your summers were spent looking out of your bedroom window and into their backyard where he often hung out with friends. The no shirt/black shorts/towel hanging out of his back pocket combo unlocked something in you. 

You’d been changed. Altered. The fabric of your mind had been ripped apart and you spent the rest of your days trying to find someone who held a candle to Tyrone. None ever did. 

“That’s right, yo bitch ass don’t even remember when. Please? I got the house to myself for once,” Camille said. 

You sighed through your nose and looked at your phone. It was late in the afternoon and you didn’t have anything to do. Still. There was always the possibility of running into Tyrone. 

“You sure you got the house to yourself?” You asked.

“Yes! Now come on! We can make fun of that new movie on Netflix,” she said. 

“Let me get decent and I’ll be over,” you said. You held the phone away from your ear as Camille squealed loud enough to be heard around the corner. 

“Bring snacks!” She said. She signed off and you groaned, flopping back onto your bed. You were an adult. Tyrone came home later and later and sometimes not at all. He was either lamped up with his latest conquest or he was out selling weed. He still sold premium shit compared to the shops and you had no idea where he got it from. 

You got yourself together and raided your pantry for your favorite snacks. Chips, cookies, and pieces of candy. You were going to have a terrible sugar rush but fuck it, it was the weekend. 

Soon, you were locking your door behind you and crossing the dry lawn towards Camille’s house. You checked her driveway. There was only her busted Toyota Camry out front. You could breathe easier. Eventually, you’d have to get over him. Eventually, you’d have to stop letting your avoidance of him get in the way of your friendship with Camille. You just needed more time.

You shivered with the roaring wind outside. You hadn’t expected to go to her place tonight and you were comfortable in the heated house with your shorts, long sleeved shirt, and fuzzy socks. Outside though, you were exposed to the elements. Once it dropped below 70 in LA, it was freezing.

Camille finally opened the door, her deep ebony skin almost a match for her brother’s. She had thick, curled hair that was tied up into a high ponytail at the moment. She wore a tie-dye graphic tee with the sleeves cut off and gray joggers.

She squealed when she saw you and threw her arms around you, pulling you into a big hug. You giggled and braced yourself from the added weight of her. “You act like I died,” you said.

“I thought you did. How you still live next door and I, like, never see you unless we go out?” She asked. She took some of the snacks from your hands and let you into the house. You followed behind her, closing and locking the door, and moved into the living room. Since no one was there, you had the chance to watch TV on the big screen. 

You always loved being at their house. It wasn’t much. And it was just as grungy as your place growing up, but it was clean and full of love. Their mom was like a second mom to you, always making sure you were fed and gave you dolls on your birthdays. 

Camille already had an assortment of liquor lined up on the table like you were pre-gaming back during your clubbing days. “Damn girl,” you said, noticing it. 

Camille dumped the snacks onto the table and grinned at you. “Been so damn long, I forgot what you drink!” 

“Stop. We talk all the time,” you said.

Camilled sat down on the brown, weathered couch with a big sigh. She avoided looking at you and picked at something on the cushion. “Don’t feel like it, is all,” she said.

Shit. Now you were feeling guilty. You sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. “I just been busy at work, bestie. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” you said.

She grinned and shrugged. “I get it. Work is a bitch! Now let’s get drunk like we used to!” 

You shook your head and again, something was telling you to throw caution to the wind. Before long, she was queuing up a movie on Netflix. She popped the top to the tequila and lined up two shots for you and two for her. 

You both shot it back, howling at the burn of alcohol. “Gahh damn!” You said when your throat calmed down enough. 

“Woo! Shall we play a game?” Camille lowered her voice and waggled her eyebrows. You laughed and shoved her away.

“The last time we played one of your drinking games, I was up till 3am puking my guts out!” 

“That was on me. We probably shouldn’t have taken a shot every time that man licked his lips. Trevante is sex on a stick!” Camille said and cackled. 

The sweet burn of alcohol dropped to your stomach and warmed you up from the inside out. You only shook your head and agreed. 

Soon, you both were falling back into your normal routine. You laughed, made fun of the trash ass movie, and drank and ate your way through the night. You yawned for the tenth time in as many minutes. Fuck, you missed this. You missed hanging with your best friend. 

Guilt wrapped an icy tentacle around your gut. It was your fault that you hadn’t had many times to unwind and catch up with your bestie. You had been so focused on work, so focused on keeping your mind busy, that you hadn’t realized just how long it’s been. 

You vowed to change it. You were not going to let some man get in the way of your friendship. No matter how fine he was.

Camille’s soft snores made you turn towards her. You giggled and shook your head. She always fell asleep first. And she fell hard. It would take an earthquake to wake her up. And even then, you both were desensitized by them by now. The rough rocking was akin to being rocked as a baby at this point.

You were sleepy but not ready to fall asleep just yet. You decided to help her clean, not wanting to be a pig in someone else’s house, best friend or not. You swept up crumbs, wrappers, and carried shot glasses over to the kitchen. Fuck. Everything was still familiar to you.

The light over the stove was on so you didn’t turn on the overhead lights. An ache beat in your head and you didn’t need the extra tension. The kitchen had peeling sky blue paint, tile countertop, and there were clean cups and bills overtaking the counter top. 

You hummed slightly as you cleaned up, knowing exactly where they kept everything. You set the shot glasses upside down on the drying mat. The humming was just loud enough to not hear the door open and close. Or hear someone approaching behind you.

The circle of arms around your waist made you squeal in fear and tense up, throwing your elbow behind you. You connected with something soft but solid, and there was a tiny “oomf”. 

You moved away and turned around, chest on fire. You held up your hands. You couldn’t fight worth a damn but whoever it was didn’t need to know that.

“Damn girl, watch where you throwing them elbows!” Tyrone groaned, rubbing his stomach.

“Tyrone?” You asked.

Tyrone winked at you and smiled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. It took a few, deep breaths for your body to catch up to the fact that you weren’t in danger. Not physical danger anyway. You placed your hand over your heart and the rapid thumbs began to slow down. 

Tyrone leaned back against the counter and shoved his hands into his oatmeal colored hoodie. He wore a matching beanie and the hood was pulled up, hiding his beautiful hair that he lovingly took care of. You were brought back to plenty of days spent on their porch while Camille braided his hair and he talked shit. 

He considered himself an expert on relationships, despite never really being in one, and he never wasted an opportunity to educate you on men. He always told you that niggas weren’t shit and you were better off getting in, getting off, and getting out. 

Tyrone licked his lips and looked over your body, tilting his head. He grinned as he did so and you suddenly felt naked. Like he stripped you with his eyes and you were now exposed. Of course, it only got you thinking about being naked with him. Of being underneath him while he did all kinds of nasty shit to you. 

You cleared your throat, thankful that your rich brown skin didn’t show when you were embarrassed or flustered. The tips of your ears did burn something fierce though. “What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms. You sounded a little breathy, but that was okay. You were still trying to calm down from being scared.

“Live here,” he said. 

You sighed. Yes, you walked into that one. “Camille said you were gone tonight,” you said.

“Decided to come home early. Guess I just knew that yo pretty ass was in my kitchen,” he said.

No, no, that did not make your stomach flutter. That did not have an answering throb in your pussy. You shifted from one foot to the other, nails digging into your sides. 

“More like you got in a fight with your latest squeeze,” you said. You huffed a laugh, trying to break the sudden tension. Their kitchen wasn’t that big and Tyrone had a habit of making it seem like he was the only person in the room. He approached you, getting into your personal space. You tried to lean back, but your back was already against the counter.

Tyrone’s eyes were at half mast, likely high. He shifted closer until you were nearly chest to chest. He leaned down. Your lips parted. What was happening right now? Was he going to kiss you? Right now? Right here? With Camille in the next room? 

He reached out his hand and you did your best to prepare. You pinched your side. Were you really going to let this man kiss you? 

He reached next to you and grabbed one of the shot glasses you just cleaned off. He grinned. “Jealous?” He asked. He moved away, opening a small pantry next to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“No,” you scoffed, injecting enough venom in your voice to fell an elephant. Your chest hurt for entirely different reasons now, a type of burning working its way through your lungs. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to slap that smug grin off of his face. 

“Who still says ‘squeeze’? When did you turn into an old lady?” He asked. He poured himself a shot and knocked it back. You were a fool but you watched the way his throat worked down the liquid. You wanted to lick him. Wanted to plant your nose right at the hollow of his throat and kiss him. 

You rubbed your head and moved away from the sink. “I’ve always been an old soul,” you tossed over to him as you passed him. He tugged on your long-sleeved navy shirt, pulling you back into the kitchen.

“Hol’ up, where you going? Shit, I ain’t seen you in a cool minute,” he said. 

You shrugged out of his embrace and refolded your arms. As long as you had a barrier against Tyrone, he couldn’t see how fast you were breathing. You were thankful for the low light as well. That he couldn’t see the way you followed his every move. That your eyes darted to his lips whenever he spoke. 

 “I been around,” you said and shrugged. 

“Naw, you were, like, always over here. Then you up and dipped, what’s that about?” He asked. He poured himself another shot and knocked it back, eyeing you over the rim. You held eye contact for a beat, perhaps two, before grinning and shrugging once more.

“Been busy. Why you giving me the third degree?” You asked.

“Damn, can’t a nigga make conversation?” He asked.

The giggle left you before you had a chance to snatch it back and hold it inside. Giggling would lead to flirting, which would lead to dangerous thoughts. You were a bit tipsy, feeling loose and unencumbered. It was a dangerous position to be in. Especially around Tyrone. 

“I better go wake your sister up before she go looking for me,” you said. You smiled and moved past him once more. Again, he grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back in front of him.

He invaded your space, moving closer. Close enough to smell the Henny on his breath. “Why you keep trynna escape?” 

“I’m not,” you said. 

“You look too damn good in them shorts,” he said. He tilted his whole body to the side, exaggerating his movements to look at your legs. You laughed and shoved at his shoulder. 

“You need to stop!” You said. Any minute now, Camille was going to wake up. The last thing she needed to see was you flirting with her damn brother in her kitchen. You came over here to hang out with her, not make googly eyes at Tyrone. 

That color looked damn good on him though. It stood stark against his dark skin, but it suited him. It was rare that you saw him in bright colors, and the muted oatmeal color just worked on him. Everything worked on him. He was one of those annoying men that never had a bad day.

“Why I need to stop?” He asked. He straightened up and tugged on the front of your shirt, pulling you closer. You were trying to resist, trying to tug yourself backwards. But he was stronger. He pulled you forward and you braced yourself by grabbing his upper arms. You were chest to chest now, staring up into his dark eyes. 

“You’re Camille’s brother,” you whispered. 

“You’re Camille’s best friend. Fuck that mean?” He asked. 

You grinned but immediately squashed it, poking the sides of your cheek with your tongue. You mentally slapped yourself, knowing full well you should not be enjoying this. Should not enjoy the way he grinned slowly, hand still clutching your shirt to keep you in front of him. Like he wanted you there.

“Tyrone…”

“Shhh,” he said. He licked his lips and leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against yours. You sighed. He had a bit of prickly stubble there and it felt good against your smooth skin. He kissed your cheek. “Let me kiss you.” 

You shook your head, looking down at his hand on your shirt. “We shouldn’t…”

“You say ‘should or shouldn’t’ one more time and I’ma kiss you anyway,” he said.

You shook your head, looking back up at him. “Tyrone, Camille will kill us,” you whispered.

“All you gotta say is that you don’t wanna kiss me. You just keep giving me bullshit excuses,” he said.

“Fine, I don’t wanna kiss you,” you said.

“Bullshit,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed you anyway. You squealed and gripped his arms harder, intent on pushing him away. But his lips were warm and wet. Sexy. He kissed like he walked; lazy, smooth, in control. 

The kiss made your pussy flutter, growing wetter by the second. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer. It was like you weren’t close enough or something because he pushed you against the countertop. He ground his hips into yours and you moaned quietly, feeling something hard press into your belly. He grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed.

His tongue explored your mouth, licking along your bottom lip. You hissed and ended on a sigh. When there was a natural break, you took the opportunity to pull back. Tyrone opened his eyes and grinned.

“Tyrone! You know we shouldn’t–”

Tyrone’s lips found yours once more, hands gripping your hips and digging in like he was looking for lost treasure. You moaned, gripping onto him just as hard. You finally got to taste him, that subtle hit of Henny on his breath, and it was everything you pictured it to be. Only better. It was real. It was magical. 

He pulled away and tilted his head at you with a grin. You bit your lip to keep from saying what you should or shouldn’t do. You were torn between two places. On the one hand, you felt so guilty kissing Camille’s brother. Everybody grown, but it still felt taboo. Like you were breaking a sacred girl code. On the other hand, you were selfish and greedy for more.

Tyrone grabbed your hand and began to tug you into the other room. You dug your heels into the hardwood floor, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you doing?” You asked. 

“‘Bout to get into some fun with you,” he said. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him see how much he was affecting you.

“Oh, no, no, no. A kiss is one thing. I’m not going to your room,” you said. You had to draw the line somewhere. No amount of good dick was going to mess up your friendship. 

Everyone’s had a spin on Tyrone’s dick. And it was just your luck to fall for the resident fuck boy who handed out orgasms like Halloween candy. There had been plenty of times that you and Camille were minding your sweet business when a group of girls would suddenly break out into an argument about who hopped on Tyrone’s dick last. You were not going to add yourself to that long list. 

Tyrone sighed and hung his head, grabbing your hips and pushing you deeper into the kitchen. You were out of sight of the living room by now, but he didn’t stop until you were at the farthest possible point, leaning against the door that led to the side porch. You yelped, not used to being manhandled quite like this. 

Tyrone dropped another kiss to your lips, hands roaming under your shirt and fiddling with the swell of your breasts. You just wanted to point out once more than you were expecting to hang out with your best friend, so no bra was required. 

Tyrone kissed your neck, warm lips pressed to your pulse point. You sighed, gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. He moved one hand lower, reaching under your shorts slowly and giving you enough time to stop him. You didn’t. 

He slipped beneath your panties and he ran his fingers through your wet slit. He hummed in the back of his throat. He kissed his way up to your ear. “I just want a little taste. There’s no harm in that right?” 

You tried to form words to tell him that there was harm. There so was. But then he planted the visual of him tasting you there. You leaned up on your tiptoes the further he explored your damp curls, dipping a long finger into you. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were so damn afraid of getting caught that it was a weird mix of fear and arousal that kept you rooted to the spot. 

You wanted to resist him. You wanted to be strong enough to move his hand and keep him wanting more. Instead, all you could do was enjoy his fingers playing with you. “Please? Just a little taste?” He asked.

He lifted your leg to give him better access and your head thunked against the door. He had the perfect mix of pressure and rhythm that it was driving you crazy. Making your knees wobble.

You sighed choppy, breathy sounds and nodded. One little taste wouldn’t hurt that much. He grinned, kissed your ear, and then removed his fingers. He licked them while he looked you in the eye and he moaned around his fingers. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. You tried to tiptoe around a sleeping Camille but Tyrone stomped his way through the living room. Camille snored and jerked in her sleep but made no indication that she was close to waking.

Inside Tyrone’s room, you smelled a subtle weed scent. He closed the door behind you and turned on the light. It only turned on his ceiling fan, so he worked with muted lighting. He tossed off his hoodie and beanie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. He took that off as well and he wore a white tank underneath.

Fuck, he was so hot. You watched as his arms moved and muscles bunched beneath his skin. He moved a blanket off of his bed and then grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the edge. Before you could sit, Tyrone pulled down the sides of your shorts and revealed your racy underwear. You had plans to wash today and these were all you had in the meantime.

Tyrone grinned. “I like these,” he said. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you groaned. You covered your face, burning cheeks scalding your hands.

“Why not? Been checking you out for a while,” he said.

He ran his fingers along the gusset of your panties and you bit back a moan as his knuckles ran up against your pussy. “Liar,” you sighed.

He grabbed your hand from your face and pulled you forward so that you could cup him through his sweatpants. “This feel like I’m lyin’?” 

Your eyes widened and you lightly shook your head. No, no it did not feel like he was lying. There was still that needling thought though. “Fuck boys aren’t usually picky ‘bout who they get with,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and shook his head. He got to his knees and released your hand. He moved in between your legs, pushing them wider around his broad shoulders. He flipped his hand and started playing with your pussy in earnest. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he whispered. “You must not be that picky neither then.”

“Maybe I’m just horny,” you said. 

Tyrone chuckled and bit your thigh. You whined, loving the bite of pain. “We gon’ see ‘bout that,” he said. 

He moved your panties to the side and kept eye contact with you for as long as he could. You watched his tongue flick out and push past your pussy lips. You moaned, grabbing onto the back of his head. 

“Mm, don’t you taste so good,” he whispered against your pussy. This was wrong. On so many levels. But you couldn’t resist as he continued to tease you, flattening his tongue against your clit but not moving it. 

Your thighs twitched and tingled, needing him to move or do something besides be evil. You moved your hips, silently pleading with him to get a move on. You whined more, moving your hips. Tyrone chuckled, and sucked on your clit.

“Oh shit!” You said. 

“Impatient ass,” he said. 

He continued to tease, suckle, and please you until you were a whimpering, sopping mess. You’d definitely have to wash these panties immediately. They were soaked with your juices. While making out with your pussy, he pulled your panties in between your pussy lips and pulled. Your pussy lips were wedged on the outside of your panties and you leaned up in time to see a feral look cross Tyrone’s face. 

In all of your fantasies, you never quite imagined him looking so enamored with your body. “Anybody tell you that you got a fat ass pussy?” He asked. 

He licked your pussy through the fabric. All you felt was his hot tongue and your back bent off of the bed with a ragged moan. The edges of his tongue hit your lower lips and you cried out. You were ready to burst. You felt like your bones would melt. 

He moved your panties once more and swirled his tongue in the mess you were making. You licked your lips and looked at him. He was focused on some type of demon time you weren’t privy to. 

Right when you were feeling the beginnings of your orgasm, Tyrone pulled away. You huffed and got to your elbows to glare at him. He only grinned. “You said I could have a taste right?” 

You coughed and sputtered as a hundred sentences tried to leave your mouth at once. “You better not leave me like this,” you said. 

“If I did?” Tyrone asked. He tilted his head and looked at you, all hint of playfulness gone. He…wasn’t serious, was he? You stared at him and he stared at you. You were sure that if this were a meme, you’d be laughing your ass off but this was far from funny. You were unbearably wet and uncomfortable, and you needed relief now. 

“I’ll finish myself off, then,” you said. Your hands moved to your pussy so that you could get yourself off. Not like you hadn’t had plenty of practice getting yourself there. Fuck him. Sex god, pft. What a joke. You finally got a chance to hop on community dick and all he was interested in was fucking with you. 

This, you would take to your grave. You’d never fess up to this embarrassing shit. Your fingers barely grabbed your panties to move them when he grabbed your wrist painfully. You cried out and looked up at him. 

“Don’t you ever try to get yourself off when I’m standing right here,” he said in a near growl, voice low and his lip curling in absolute disgust at the thought. 

“But–” 

“I asked you a question. I ain’t say you can play with yourself,” he said. 

You gulped and sank back onto the bed. He released your wrist, tossing it away from him. It flopped onto the bed. You stared wild eyed at Tyrone, not understanding what the fuck was going on. Mark you down as scared and turned on. 

He pulled roughly at your panties, tearing them down your legs with an excited rush. Your body twisted as you wiggled your thick legs out of them. Next went your shirt and his eyes widened seeing your titties. 

He palmed them briefly, testing the weight between his hands and grinning. Then he tugged down his own sweats, freeing his dick. Shit. He was so big. Huge. He lowered his pants just enough to be able to move and then he was leaning forward, running his dick through your folds to get him nice and wet. 

“Ty-”

“Shh, I’m gon’ fit, don’t worry,” he said.

You turned your head to the side, not able to stand him. “Look at me,” he said. 

You shook your head. If you looked at him, you’d lose your damn mind. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice deeper. 

You whined and looked at him. He ain’t even do nothing yet! You only hoped that it wasn’t so obvious that you’d been in love with him forever. That he couldn’t read it all over your face. Surely, you could have this one night. This one night to torture yourself with for the next fifty years as you tried to find a suitable replacement for him. 

“I finally get in this pussy and I want you to see me do it,” he said. 

You nodded. “I see you,” you whispered. 

He placed one hand near your head to steady himself and then slowly pushed inside you. You cried out, back twisting, and he cooed at you. “You can take me,” he said. It was a matter of fact for him. Not up for debate. He said you can take him and so your body welcomed him eagerly. 

He worked his tip in and you pushed against his chest. He was too much. “I ain’t even in yet, gorgeous,” he said. 

“Too much…” you cried. 

“No, it’s not,” he said. He slowly worked himself inside, pushing deeper and deeper until you were full of his dick. He adjusted himself before moving his hand to push down on your stomach. 

Air whooshed out of you. You felt him from both sides. How did that feel so damn good? He worked his hips, giving you deep and long strokes that made you see the heavens and the earth. 

“That’s right, open up this pussy for me,” he groaned.

He leaned down over you and suckled a nipple into his mouth. Your knees pressed against his waist, pushed back by the sheer size of him. You gasped and sighed in tandem with his strokes. It was like he was feeding you the air you needed and taking it away. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Shh, we ain’t wanna wake Camille,” he said. He pulled on your nipple with his lips and you whined, slapping at his shoulders. 

“That hurts!” You cried. 

He only licked away the sting and did the same to your other nipple. “Shit, shit,” you said and slapped at his shoulders again. He licked all around your areola and sighed, fanning his warm breath across your wet nipple.

“Next time, I’ma tie yo ass up,” he said. 

“Next time!” You squealed. 

He thrusted and hit a sweet spot deep inside. You croaked, eyes rolling into the back of your head. It was like he hit a reset button. He hit it again and again until you were screaming and crying, twitching on his dick with the force of your orgasm. 

“I’m stretching this pussy out, huh?” He asked.

Your mouth worked but you couldn’t make any kind of coherent word come out. You could only hiss and moan with every deep stroke. “Sh–, sh–.” 

“Got this dick all up in yo stomach,” he said.

You jerked and twisted on your way down from an intense orgasm. Tyrone grinned. “Oue, give me another one.”

You hiccuped and shook your head. You couldn’t give him another one. You were only allowed one reset per day, right? 

Tyrone grabbed your ankles and straightened your legs out. He stood up and placed your legs on his shoulders. He kissed your ankle, rubbing the arch in your foot. Your back arched and your mouth dropped open. 

“Ohh, I hit a good spot,” he moaned. He increased his pace. At this angle, he felt bigger. He felt close. Like he truly was digging your stomach out. He adjusted his hips, pushing your thighs against your stomach.

Your hand flew to his arms, trying to push him away. “Why you trynna escape? Huh?” 

“Too. Much,” you said. 

“Aw, my dick too much?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. Yes, it was too much. You weren’t used to accommodating someone of his size.

“This dick too much? You sure? ‘Cause I feel pretty good fuckin’ you,” he said, continuing to pound into you. He was relentless, taking pleasure from your body any way he could get it. 

Tyrone licked his thumb and rubbed circles around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, seeing the depth of the universe behind your lids as you came once more.

“There it is, don’t that feel so good? Ain’t you needed that?” Tyrone pulled your legs apart so that he could look at you more clearly. He rutted into you a few more times before he pulled out and fisted his dick, stroking furiously and cumming with the most beautiful, pained expression on his face.

The moan that escaped him was low, guttural. The hot splashes of his cum painted a pretty picture on your stomach. You looked down to stare at that particular artwork. 

Tyrone dropped your legs around his hips and panted. He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a quick picture.

“What the fuck, Tyrone!” You yelled.

Tyrone grinned and put his phone away. “Don’t worry, I won’t show nobody,” he said. “Need something to get off to until I get in this pussy again.”

Your mind went blank trying to comprehend what the fuck he just said. He moved away and cleaned himself off with a red towel that was draped over his chair. He left the room and returned with a wash rag, cleaning his cum from your skin. You were still trying to compute that he wanted to do this again.

“We can’t do this again, Ty,” you said. You got up and found your shirt, pulling it over your head. You fished around his room for your panties. The floor was clean so where…?

Tyrone cleared his throat and held your panties and tiny shorts in his hand. He held it out to you and you reached to snatch it from him. He lifted it above you, way out of reach, and leaned down.

“Give me a kiss before you escape,” he said.

“Ty, no! Give me my panties!” You wanted to shout, but you were ever cautious about waking Camille. Oh god. You weren’t exactly quiet here. Did she hear? Was she outside his door fuming? 

Tyrone turned his cheek towards you and waited. You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the cheek. “Now the other side,” he said. He turned his other cheek towards you. A laugh escaped you and you huffed with the effort of trying to pull his arm down. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed and kissed his other cheek. 

He slowly brought your clothes back down. You looked up so he was able to swoop in and steal a kiss. He grinned as he pulled back. “Don’t be a stranger,” he said.

You snatched your clothes and hurriedly put them on while Tyrone stared at you. He was so annoying! And you just had sex with him. Amazing, mind-blowing sex but still. 

Dressed, you pushed away from a laughing Tyrone and back into the living room. You sat on the couch and accidentally bumped into Camille. She yawned and stretched out on the couch. “Damn, how long we been asleep?” 

“I don’t know. I think Netflix was watching us for a minute,” you said. You chewed on your nail. You were so sure that she’d read it all over you.

“You cool to stay over like always. I’m taking my ass to my bed,” she said. She yawned again and got up from the couch, tapping your shoulder and headed towards her room. You stared at the light under Tyrone’s door and let your mind wander. 

Ultimately, you followed Camille to crash in her bed like old times.

Lordy! Yes, I said 19! You can find them all here! The Secret Tyrone Files

[littleladymab]

“And then what happened?”  Ezra holds out a hand, stretching it up towards the moons and the stars, remembering the feeling of being back on the bridge and the way he stretched to fill the space of every inch of the mile long monstrosity. “Then I dragged the star destroyer out of the fucking sky.” He clenches his hand into a fist tight enough that his nails dig crescents into his palm. 

with sparks of what i used to know | the scars that we're made of (series)

I can't believe I never showed off this art I commissioned from @smallpolar-bear (find their comm post here on twitter) actually, i got two pieces, but you gotta read the fic to find the other 😌

Please also check out the podfic that someone made of this fic!!

[claudiajcregg]

🪩 🎉 💌

🪩 Do you have any “good” writing habits you want to cultivate?

I don't think I have anything good. (Is the apathy at play?) I guess that writing short outlines of where I want a story to go, especially if it's part of something bigger, has helped me. I take longer to write something if I improvise. (Not always! And depends on the story! But yeah.)

🎉 How are you going to be kind to yourself if you don't meet your goals?

You can find a long-winded, kinda pretentious answer here where I inevitably take shots at myself. (And despite what others might think, not anyone else.) It was written late, oops.

💌 Are you willing to take requests or prompts for writing?

Always! I doubt anyone is truly interested, though. Send me an ask here, or @fadeouttowhispers, or wherever. I can't promise something will come of it (some requests still sit half-written in my drive), but I'll try my best! It's always fun to try to come up with something.

More Qs here! And thank you, Anon number 2 (?)! tl;dr: no one wants my writing advice, may I direct you to my talented writer friends' inboxes?

[umber-cinders]

I made this travesty of a meme and I will STAND BY IT

your seas sing of halcyon

ii | ix

Okoye doesn’t remember dying, but she’s learned how to live.

Tags: @umber-cinders @mamajankyy @xenokattz @princess-of-gondor @cantstayawaycani @theemfingmenace @karisomk @iccedays @dillie60 @sharonrb @black-pussy-supreme @jbarneswilson @dontruinmymorning @tvreadsandsleep @theeblackmedusa

[nerdgirljen]

Noooo. Help me TGM tumblr! The app refreshed after I started reading a fic, and I hadn’t given it a like yet to bookmark it should the app refresh. 😩

Can’t remember the author or the name, but it was Jake/Reader, and he had a training accident and was in the hospital. Daggers didn’t know about her (except Javy), but they all came and took turns sitting with her while Jake was unconscious. (Reader admits that Jake has a soft spot for Star Trek if that helps anything!)

Help me, frands, you’re my only hope!!

PS. If it helps, the blog owner - I think they go by V - also writes for Stranger Things. 😬

[xtarmanderx]

WIP Tag Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Special shoutout to @tabbytabbytabby for the tag!

This is not the entire list. There are dozens more, but some are just screenshots of notes and some are vague ideas that I don’t remember and would need to read again. I’ve also got tons of ideas scattered in the notes on my phone, but I haven’t made docs for them. Sequel docs exist, too, but most of those aren’t fleshed out enough to be included here.

1. Need a Favor? BuckTommy

2. Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? BuckTommy

3. Happy pride BuckTommy

4. Ryan gets a cat Ryan x Carson (Nancy Drew)

5. BuckTommy parents

6. BuckTommy crash

7. BuckTommyEddie

8. BuckTommy meet the friends

9. Shower Tevan

10. What’s in a name BuckTommy

11. Red eye back to you Carson x Ryan

12. Husks - Buddie

13. It’s all I’ve ever known Carson x Ryan

14. BuckTommy

15. Motocrossed Thiam

16. Rockstar Ryan fic Ryan x Carson

17. Ryan high Ryan x Carson

18. Lost in artifacts and cobwebs of the mind Ryan x Carson

19. The Raekoning Thiam

20. Season 4 Ryan/Carson snippets

21. Ryan x Carson Luce’s birth

22. Tony’s shirt Tony Stark x Stephen Strange

23. X-Men Thiam AU (Icarus)

24. Thiam Jatp

25. Avengers Thiam Big Bang

26. Nope Angel x OJ

27. Jaskier prisoner Geraskier

28. Jaskier nightmares Geraskier

29. This Means War (So Fire Away) Thiam

30. Nope 2 Angel x OJ

31. Harringrove fic

32. 5b rewrite with best frand Thiam

33. The Steady Fall of my Heart (Jurassic Park, Alan x Billy)

34. The Black Cauldron (Thiam)

35. The Crown Jewel - Jett

36. Aftershock Thiam

37. Jaskier/Geralt coffee shop au

38. Josh/Brett/Mason/Theo

39. Hercules (Thiam)

40. Treasure Planet Thiam

41. Josh/Brett/Liam - slaves to any semblance of touch

42. Long fic Jett

43. Thiam avatar

44. Good boys are golden boys (Sean x Garrett)

45. Static hearts Thiam

46. Thiam Prompt 7: Oh the Places We’ll Go

47. Smudges of black - discord Jett

48. Miam mating bites (Mason/Liam)

49. The Lies we Tell are Worth Dying For Thiam

50. Anastasia Thiam

51. Jump In Thiam

52. Thason slow burn (Theo/Mason)

53. When Worlds Collide (Asher x Henry, All American x Light as a Feather)

54. Making Waves - Jett

Tagging @snaeken @imjustafangirl-nobodylovesme @extrasteps @equallyloyalandlethal @osirismind @raybyanothername @purplehoodiesandleatherjackets @theoceanismyinkwell and anyone else who wants to do this!

[ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing]

Hi Marie!

Oh my goodness I'm almost halfway through your fic, Take Me To Church and your writing is just mind-boggling- it's awesome, it's rich, everyone is so lovable and I'm in love with how much you love these characters and their behaviors- everything feels so real! I've been sitting in the same reading position for like 2 hours 😅 I can't put down your fic! The dynamics are so sweet, like Ani is just a darling and deserves all the love from his Daddy Obi-Wan omg like-- aahhh!!! You're an awesome writer!!!

Hello Frand!

I'm so glad that you are enjoying it! It probably remains one of my most fun fics to write, though it was so long ago now. It's always amazing to hear that people are still enjoying it long after I finished it. It gives me a kind of giddy joy to remember that my fics can have a lasting effect on others.

I hope you enjoy the next half and thank you so much for the kind words. It's things like these that make fics worth sharing with the gen pop.

~Marie

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Hello frands! Quick q, do you have some recs of Patrick topping David during anal sex? It's very specific, I know and I'm sorry haha.

Thank you and have a lovely weekend, witches!! X

Of course we have recs for Top Patrick!

How He Thrills Me - @fishyspots

i'll surrender everything - roseapothecarys

Incorrect - @lisamc-21

Is your sex life alight? - pine67

It's All in the Shoes - @steviestoospooky

let our shadows fall away like dust - @stereopticons

Points Underneath - @im-televisions-moira-rose

Spontaneous Perfection - @im-televisions-moira-rose

Start of Every Night and Every Day - MadAlien

Stay on the scene like a sex machine - redwineandqueer

Wedding Night - jesuisici33

You're the Top - EggplantSalad

We also have a Service Top!Patrick list from a while back, and we know there are more fics, so please add your faves in the comments and on reblogs!

[sabraeal]

3, 6, 11, 16 and 20 for the fic rec asks!

3.) 😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

First one to come to mind is @claudeng80's Away From It All, which she wrote for the 2020/2021 winter challenge. Obi is just SUCH a disaster in the first chapter, having agreed to essentially put himself in a bottle episode with the object of his huge, life-shattering crush, and Shirayuki isn't faring much better in hers. Both their POVs are SO funny, it gets me every time (especially Shirayuki really pondering if she should let that terrible mattress Take The Wheel on this whole thing)

6.) 😊 A fic that made you smile on a bad day

I can't remember any SPECIFIC bad days but every time @codango posted a chapter of The road to Clarines is gravel it was an EVENT in the server. Fully everyone dropping everything to scream at whatever new twist had happened. I think me and Joanna spent several days after every drop speculating over what might happen next, and even if there was no outstanding crummy day to pin this on, it at least gave me a whole lot of joy.

11.) 🛳️ A fic that brought you aboard a new ship

Tension in Three Parts by negoshi26. I watched the first season of Attack on Titan right when it came out, and as much as I loved the characters, I didn't have any like...bulletproof ships out of it. Beside knowing I really just did not like either Jean or Eren for Mikasa. One of the people I followed from BSG fandom was a mod on het_reccers, which became a mainstay for finding new pairings for me, and this fic showed up on it as a rec for Levi/Mikasa. Kinda squinted a little bit over it-- I don't mind an age gap but even this one was a bit big-- but I liked both the characters, said what the heck, and then came out the other side of this one being like, OH WELL THIS IS IT FOR ME, I GUESS 🤣

16.) 💞 A fic that led to you making friends with the author

Analysand by @infinitelystrangemachinex. There were like a total of 20 fics on AO3 when I first fell into AnS fandom, and about 7 of them were obiyuki...and about three of those were Andi's fic 🤣 After I inhaled Sharon's Knots, I fell straight into Andi's fics...and I think it was this one where I was like, I cannot lurk anymore. I must come be this woman's friend. She needs someone to feed her as regularly as she is feeding me. And so then I very coolly and calmly left comments on EVERYTHING SHE HAD EVER WRITTEN, and started commenting on posts she made on the comm, and definitely made Andi worry I was going to invite her to a Secondary Location until I posted the first chapter of Seven Suitors. AND NOW WE ARE FRANDS.

20.) 💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

Listen there are so many but I must say that is it this drabble where Wen Ying suffers over his working dick by @bubblesthemonsterartist. If you don't know, Joanna and I have OBSESSED over this modern AU EXTENSIVELY, with absolutely no intention of ever writing it, but like. I mean I do want to read it. All of it. In my eyeballs. I KNOW THIS MEANS I WOULD HAVE TO WRITE STUFF TOO. But it would be worth it for the complicate Wen Ying dick feelings okay???

[umber-cinders]

Hehehe

「 Kiln Me Softly 」

Summary: Okoye has been in search of a new hobby to fill her free time, so she signs up for a pottery class (it’s Attuma’s shop).

“Do you mind if I show you?” Attuma asked. He’d been to her station a few times before but those times he just gave verbal instructions.

She chuckled, thankful that he was putting her out of her misery, “I think that would help because whatever I’m doing is getting me nowhere,”

“I’m gonna step behind you” Attuma informed before stepping behind her, and encasing her with his arms, his hands atop hers. “This okay?”

She nodded and then replied with a small “Yes.”

With his fingers guiding hers he showed her the proper amount of pressure to put on the clay, wiping the excess into the little waste bucket at the side of her station.

“The clay will do whatever you want you just have to guide it in the way you want it to go,” he spoke up after the moment of silence.

“Like a child,” she said with an airiness to her voice.

“Like a child,” he took his hands away, watching as she mimicked his previous movements perfectly. “See, you got it”

He stepped back once she seemed more confident in her actions. It was only when he took his eyes off her to wipe his hands on his towel, that he saw how her date had been side-eyeing their interactions.

“Need help?” Attuma tilted his head in the man's direction

“Nah, man. We’re good.” He pressed back, making sure to emphasize the we.

Read on A03

[oonajaeadira]

ADIRA DID U WATCH THE FIRST EP OF TLOU

Hey there, frand!

I didn't actually play the game--I am not really good at games that require a lot of stealth and aim. Add in a horror element and I lock up real hard. But my SO played it and I watched a good portion of that. And then when I heard Pedro got the role I watched the cut scenes. @something-tofightfor clued me in that a lot of the story actually takes place during the gameplay, that there's a lot of things said or done that really cement the characters' bond, so I watched an entire playthrough. (I also watched a TLOU II playthrough, but I have a lot of issues with it, so if I ever write fic, that second one will not exist for me.)

So I knew what was going on. And it's been really fun having folks around me at all levels of experience with these characters. The SO has spent hours with them in the game (and I believe he's played it twice), and my BFF knows almost nothing. Hearing both of their reactions to the first episode has been very interesting. And, of course, knowing how much this show overlaps loves for Rachael (something-tofightfor) and watching her enjoy this all come to life has been a fkn joy.

My own reaction? Has been puzzling. Thank you for asking my opinion, because it gives me a moment to dissect and figure out why I'm feeling the way I am.

I will start off by saying that I love the show. I love the aesthetic and the acting. I love the changes they made and think there are some clever enhancements to the story. I wasn't looking forward to Tess but I am surprised at how much I love her character in this show and how much her character enhances both Joel and Ellie's. Bella of course is brilliant and is Ellie.

Weirdly, the issue I'm having is with Pedro. Kind of.

(cut for minor spoils)

He is rocking it. He is amazing. Like everyone says, he is doing award-worthy work.

But I'm not connecting. I'm not falling in love. And I can't figure out why.

Possibility: this is the first time I've gotten to witness so much behind the scenes stuff while the show was being filmed while I was also a fan that maybe I'm having trouble separating Pedro the actor from Joel the character.

Possibility: I've been waiting so long for this that nothing can possibly match the expectations I've built up.

Possibility: Maybe I should have gone in with less knowledge and let myself be moved organically.

Possibility: I knew that they'd have to make Joel more vulnerable, but I didn't realize just how very broken this version of him would be. And it makes me S A D. Maybe because we saw so much of him in 2003 that the hard switch to this very numb man holding onto his pain feels so far beyond the reach of the heart that I can't find a softness foothold in him and I just slide off him. At least game Joel had the tiniest bit of confidence and sparkle at the beginning--and he needed to be that in order to move through the game. But Pedro's Joel is just barely surviving. And it hurts. And it's brilliant.

And it's this last possibility--if I know myself--that I'm assuming. Because I know what's coming. And I know that Ellie will wear away at that numb exterior and reveal those footholds. Just like Din, Pedro's gonna start us off with someone impenetrable and then show cracks under stress, cracks that let the light through. Just like Din, I will find Joel amazing and compelling at first, someone I love to watch but don't hook into...until the armor comes off and the heart is revealed and then I'm gonna fall really R E A L L Y hard.

And this may be why I'm not drawn to any of the fanfic just yet. I am a soft, soft girl and I can't just go straight to the sex. Especially not the hard sex. I am not someone that wants a dude to treat me rough and dominate me or treat me like a toy or object, I don't want to be the receptacle for hate or anger or pure stress relief without emotional connection. Nor can my heart handle pure, concentrated angst without the possibility of it paying off toward a happy or hopeful ending. (SPOILER: Yes, I know where this show is going, and I still find emotional hope and happiness in the ending. It counts.) And the Joel we know right now seems built for those preferences. To all those writers and readers, I am beyond thrilled for you because fk, Joel is Fertile Ground™. (This is kind of the opposite of me just rolling in the soft gold that Javi G gave us 😂)

But I do love that this Joel is custom built for a more mature girl and reader characters of his age range. I will echo Rachael's opinions that with his paternal instincts toward very young women, I don't think he's an age-gap kind of guy. And neither will he put up with anything less than common sense. And I find that very, very attractive.

What I can't fall in love with is someone devoid of emotion or someone saturated only with sorrow. My heart isn't built that way.

Thankfully, I know that Joel will evolve.

And I really really can't wait to see the scene that opens up and swallows me. That's what I'm excited for. This series has expanded on the story and adjusted Joel just enough that I don't know when that's going to happen or how intensely....and I'm so looking forward to it.

In that way, it's not a problem at all. I kind of love that I'm not falling for Joel just because it's Pedro.

And I think that is the stamp on his talent. That even thought I love our boy, he has done such a phenomenal job at bringing me away from that love and back to the starting line with Joel, starting his character not at an easy place where we love him already, but one that has to be earned.

I think....I think Pedro might break me really hard with this one....

Okay. I'm gonna go cry now.

[justacoyote]

I have been tagged by the awesomest of awesome @trixietricoter

How many works do you have on AO3? 75 between two fandoms 😊

What's your total AO3 word count? 168,984

What fandoms do you write for? Guardian (main) / The Untamed

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Embarrassment of Honesty - Acoyotewhowanders - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own] (Mingcheng), Falling For You - Chapter 1 - Acoyotewhowanders - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own] (Mingcheng, permanent WIP status at this point), We're Going Down - Acoyotewhowanders - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own] (Mingcheng, I am sure we’re seeing a theme here LOLOLOLOL), The Great Dixing Bag of Holding - Acoyotewhowanders - 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own] (ChuGuo), Salted Water - Chapter 1 - Acoyotewhowanders - 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) [Archive of Our Own] (Weilan)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! It’s how I met most of my Fandom-y Frands! :D  If I don’t respond it means life got real cronchy for me.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I think Salted Water, because it ended with Shen Wei saved, but barely conscious and Zhao Yunlan worrying.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics are happy happy endings LOL. But my favorite is probably The Great Dixing Bag of Holding.

Do you get hate on fics? No, thankfully 😊

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not really LOLOL.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I have written crossovers but haven’t posted them because I feel like they’re mostly crack fic? I think my craziest one is Guardian fused with Star Wars.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.  

Have you ever had a fic translated? No 😊

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I used to RP a ton in Marvel based and Pern based text-based MUSH/Mux and the newer Ares games 😊

What's your all-time favorite ship? ChuGuo! My all time favorite ship.  ALL TIME FAVE.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Poor poor Falling For You.  If I ever do come back to it I’m going to rehaul it because I’ve learned so much about writing from when I first started to now.   What's even worse is I have the end written it's all the middle parts that need finishing.

What are your writing strengths? This is hard. I think I’m good at fight scenes, as well as the build up to emotional admissions :D If that makes sense.  

What are your writing weaknesses? Writing humor that doesn’t sound forced, I think. I don’t know how to explain, but that every day humor that friends and loved ones do. I think also add atmosphere to the story. I sometimes think I'm too dry with my words, but I'm trying to get better! I also don't always catch when I hop out past tense because my brain is like: those words sound good LOLOLOL.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I think it could work, for sure! I couldn’t do it except for tiny little itty bitty bits, but otherwise I think it’s fine! :D  

First fandom you wrote for? Guardian 😊 I’m relatively new to writing fiction.  

Favorite fic you've written? The Lies that Bind, a ChuGuo  story about facing the truth even when we’re lying to ourselves 😊 😊

Tagging gives me hives so I’ll just invite everyone to join the fun!

[littleladymab]

Everyone say "thank you, kaite" for indulging in my one specific request to be illustrated despite the realization of "oh no this is actually a hard pose" 🥰🥰🥰 omnomnom i feast it turned out so good

Another piece for @littleladymab's fic Where the Sun Sails and the Moon Walks. I had so much fun with this one I'm so incredibly soft for these two 💖

[forlornmelody]

Writer Game

I was tagged by @alyssalenko. Thanks, frand! I love filling these things out.

Do you write in order? I used to, but now I write scenes (in a chapter, anyway) in the order they come to me. Sometimes I'll be working on three scenes at once.

Do you start with something in particular? "Not particularly. I’m normally struck with an idea, sometimes a line or a theme, and then have to flesh it out." Emphasis on "struck." Like by a bolt of lightning.

How fully formed does your writing come out on the first try? Usually the first bit of the scene is pretty skeletal. Just a few key lines of dialogue and maybe rudimentary descriptions. Although some scenes come out more quicky and easily than others.

How many drafts do you go through? I don't really do drafts for fic. I tend to edit as I go along, though I put it through a final pass in Word (changing the font) and do some basic copy edits before copying and pasting to AO3 and Tumblr.

Tell me about your process? Spend far too much time daydreaming about my faves. Make obsessive playlists. Weep. Writhe. Somehow the words end up on the screen. *shrug*

I am tagging @drelldreams, @inquartata30, @natsora and anyone else who wants to play!

[blarrghe]

tagged by @rosella-writes and @melisusthewee to share some recent fics. Thanks frands! I'm tagging @transfenris-truther @fandomn00blr and @elvhenfaer whatchu guys upto.

I don't have a lot of recent fics because all my energy goes into one ongoing one but hey!

A Complicated Match (wc: 46 175 and counting | M/M| E) Continuation and sequel to Matchsies; Dorian Pavus met the love of his life on a dating app in Denerim. It's all very surprising and they're both very happy, but with Dorian's destiny and Taren's history, things are bound to get...complicated. Contains explicit scenes and takes up all my brainspace.

Can You Really Blame Me (wc: 1235 | F/M| E) a Hawke x Varric oneshot that came out of left field for me. Movie star AU, fluffy friends-to-lovers. Spicy and short and sweet.

Go Da'len, Run! (wc: 1607 | M) (Matchsies AU) Taren Lavellan's tragic backstory. Just a short bout of pure angst.

[mischievouschan4]

From the asks for fic writers! Are there any easter eggs in any of your fics you'd be willing to talk about? I'm always curious to see what other writers have snuck in :)

From this ask game!

I cry at this ask because one thing frands will come to learn about me is that I have a terribly selective memory. And for a lot of my fic, I forget about easter eggs that I put in HA

Alternatively, I blatantly call things out in the author's notes just in case people don't catch it, so is that really an easter egg anymore? 😅

Alternatively, alternatively, my fics just aren't that deep 🙈

Alternatively, alternatively, alternatively, aaaalllll of my writing is inspired by real life somehow: random quotes from YouTube videos, plays I watch, podcasts I listen to... it all feeds back into fanfic lol so there are too many occasions that I leave easter eggs when I write...

Let's see if I can pull out a few:

It's been brought to my attention that my lightning lesson scene in Ch 4 of Transference is incredibly similar to Uncle Iroh teaching Zuko how to bend lightning in Avatar the Last Airbender. I don't actually recall thinking about that scene actively when I was writing it, but I can ABSOLUTELY see the resemblance now. Accidental easter egg maybe?

LOL okay so maybe one easter egg that I put in for me personally is in Ch 1 of Transference where Qui-Gon is cooking "mealgrain porridge" for Obi-Wan and how that was a nostalgic smell for him. My dad makes breakfast for the family every single day, and unless it's a special occasion, it will always be oatmeal. He makes it in a special way that's pretty unique, and I really don't like oatmeal, but I'll eat it the way he makes it 😌 hehe

a sneak peak for the Lawyer!AU WIP that I'm going to post on Wednesday, I'll be referencing one of my holy grail fics, Pizza and a Movie, because that last chapter (and the entire fucking series) is just pure comedic and legalese genius

I had to Google the definition of "easter egg" to check myself, hopefully these all qualify LOL

Thank you for the ask, my QuiObi Queen 👑