#i might publish this on wattpad at a later date

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This is the second chapter from a story I'm working on (I'm currently writing chapter 4) and I'd like to know what you think (please be kind to me TTwTT) 😀:

         “Drok's been spacing out all day,” one of the Orc warriors whispers to the other, both their eyes on their captain. He staring up at the sky with his arms crossed and his thoughts on what happened yesterday.

 “A Human? What the hell’s that?”

Vittorio puts his hands on his hips, “I’m not too sure myself; I’m… still learning about the world I’ve been brought in to.”

Drok crosses his arms, “Are you by yourself? Surely you have others like you.”

The shorter slowly blinks as he averts his gaze, a sad expression on his face.

“No.”

“The Gods sure are cruel to only make Vittorio and no one else.” Drok said mentally, “How’s he supposed to reproduce and build up his kind if it’s just him? I wonder where he wandered off to after we talked.”

“Oi, Drok. Chief Magub’s coming this way.”

The Orc captain snaps out of his thoughts after hearing his older brother’s name, standing up to properly greet him.

“Brother,” Magub puts a hand on Drok’s shoulder, “come with me for a second.”

~

         “Why’re we in the dungeons?” Drok asked as he followed Magub down the steps.

“Someone picked up the scent of an outsider and followed it to find.” He gestures towards a cell, “This.”

Drok’s eyes widened in shock when he saw Vittorio lying against the stone floor with his hands chained behind his back.

“Chief Magub.” The wise mother looks at him, “I don’t sense any bloody magic comin’ from ‘im, and his scent’s nothin’ like an Elf’s. It’s… unfamiliar to me. What shall we do with ‘im?”

Magub, “Kill ‘im-.”

Drok, “Wait!”

Everyone in the room blinks twice when Drok hurries to stand in front of the iron bars, “We’d be exterminatin’ new if we kill ‘im!”

Magub knits his eyebrows together, “What are you takin’ about, brother?”

“Don’t.” Drok heard Vittorio faintly plea. The Orc captain clenches his fists before choosing his words carefully, “This man is a very tall Dwarf, nothin’ more!”

The wise mother slowly blinks, “But his scent’s nothin’ like Dwarf’s.”

Drok perks up, “And you also said that it’s nothin’ like an Elf’s so we shouldn’t kill ‘im! I’ll keep an eye on ‘im!”

Magub crosses his arms as he raises a curious eyebrow, “You sure about this, brother?”

“I’m dead serious; he’ll serve me as my servant.”

Magub thinks for a moment then nods, “Alright, I trust your judgement on this, Drok. ‘ere,” he tosses something in the air, “use the keys to free ‘im, and be sure to keep a close eye on ‘im. I don’t need an Elf spy among my people.”

Drok watches his brother and the wise mother leave the dungeon before turning to unlock the cell stepping inside.

“Before I unlock those cuffs, look me in the eyes ‘nd tell me you’re not an Elf in disguise.”

Vittorio lifts his head, “I don’t even know what an Elf is.”

The Orc examines the Human’s facial expression before moving to free his wrists, sitting down next to the smaller as he rubs them.

“I’d love to free you completely, but my brother’s suspicious of you. For the time bein’ you and I are gonna be spendin’ a lot of time together.”

Vittorio sighs as he sits on his ass, “I understand… just…,” he looks at Drok, “can I have three days to myself each month?”

Drok tilts his head, “What for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

The larger huffs, “And why’s that?”

The smaller huffs back, “Because I just can’t.”

Drok huffs again then pats Vittorio’s head, “Fine; I’ll respect ya privacy.”

The Human blushes softly at the sudden act of physical affection, timidly averting his gaze as the Orc rubs his hand from side to side. He moves his hand back, “Before I can show ya around, and take ya to my place, the wise mother has to find out what ya are.”

“As in… my race?”

“Nah, ya second gender.” Drok scoffs as he rolls his eyes, “It’s somethin’ the Elves discovered a few generations back, but everyone has a second gender.”

Vittorio tilts his head curiously, “Second… gender?”

“You really don’t know anythin’, do ya?”

The shorter shakes his head no.

~

         Vittorio looks around the large hut curiously as Drok guides him towards the wise mother, “Brought him; let’s get this over with so I can get him settled at home.”

“Young man,” she lifts her hand at the large crystal ball next to her, “please touch this gem.”

Drok notices Vittorio take a cautious step back, looking down at him while placing a hand on his back in a supportive manner.

“It’s alright, Vittorio, it doesn’t hurt.”

The Human thought for a moment then turned to grab the Orc’s hand with his, the action taking Drok off guard. No one’s ever done something like this before, it made his heart jump into his throat.

He blushes softly as he allows the human to drag him forward with him, before the two stopped walking. Vittorio thinks for a moment then places his free hand on the round gem, his eyes widening when some wind gushes from it. His other hand tightens its grip on Drok as his breathing picks up a little, calming back down when the taller squeezed back.

Vittorio slowly moves his hand back then blinks twice when an unfamiliar symbol forms above the crystal from the wind it produced, unaware of the bewildered expressions on the wise mother’s and Drok’s face.

“An omega?” Drok asked in disbelief, his eyes widening as far as they could go when he realized something. That’s why Vittorio asked for three days out of the month when he could be alone, to deal with his heat.

“What are you?” the wise mother asked as she cups her hand against the Human’s cheeks, “You’re a man, correct?”

“Yes,” Vittorio answers, blinking as his head is cocked in different directions. Drok looks at him, “But you’re also an omega; male omegas aren’t real!”

Vittorio, “I don’t know what that is. All I know is that three days each month my ass gets wet, and my body gets hot, and I can’t move around much. I pee standing up and I shit sitting down.”

The wise mother thinks for a moment then sighs, “How much don’t you know?”

Vittorio, “A lot; I’m… new to all this.”

She hums then moves her hands back before looking at Drok, “I would tell chief Magub to let him go, but he could be lyin’ about not knowin’ anthin’.”

Drok nods, “Then let’s give ‘im a year. If he truly knows nothin’ then we can let im’ go. If he’s lyin’, and he’s actually a spy from the Elven kingdom, then I’ll handle his execution.” “Very well, I’ll let the chief know of your choice.” She looks back at Vittorio, “For what it’s worth, welcome to the Orc Tribes.”

-

I wanted to combine the A/B/O dynamic with a fantasy world that humans just spawned into a few generations later... and I wanted to do Alpa!Orc / Omega!Human 👉👈😗

I hope this, at least, seemed interesting! 😁

[ken-jaku]

pretty nose, pretty boy. zayne from love and deepspace

there's a huge chance my phone may have distorted the quality to make it look like he has a dorsal hump but idc! i like the idea of it sm that im gonna lie to myself!

content warnings. suggestive content (smut), pussydrunk!zayne, both fem!reader and zayne are virgins, fingering, oral via face riding, zayne has a dorsal hump, semi!public sex (at akso hospital for the plot😼). vague mentions of zayne's asphyxiation kink, brief mentions of pining, nervous/anxious reader. verbal consent (zayne strictly wants words, no hums or nods). zayne is naturally dominant in this... idk what came over me. overstimulation. cumming right after an orgasm cause "love knows no bounds" :D mention of jealousy towards rafayel. reader has doctor/patient kink? all this on the first day of dating is crazyyy shit writing, haven't published anything since 2016 and that was a 5 chapter, 300 words each, wattpad story on hanahaki💀 huge chance i might edit this again later

word count. 5.09k words

"zayne?" your words are almost like a whisper as you squirm on the couch, impatience and anxiety riddling you as you can't wait to get dinner and execute your plan of either a.) finally getting a longer kiss compared to the two-second one you had earlier or b.) getting said kiss and have him hang out for a few more minutes after he walks you to your apartment. your boyfriend of just a few hours, which still feels rather unreal, sat across the room from you, hard at work. his long, scarred fingers tap away at the keyboard before him. a soft, short hum leaves his lips in acknowledgement of you.

said hum goes, unintentionally, ignored as you couldn't stop staring at him. the way his long eyelashes gently graced his lids, his nose twitching ever so slightly to shift his glasses as he focused on the computer screen. his beauty- his very being was captivating.

you never noticed it before but his nose had a small, almost unnoticeable, dorsal hump. soon enough, your mind went where no one's should be, especially on the day you confess and start dating. you wanted to fuck his face, plain and simple. sure, it was a bit too soon to have those thoughts but, really. who cares? you cuffed a pretty man with a pretty nose- you just can't help yourself!

"are you alive over there?" your physician's monotone voice almost makes you jump, "you've been staring at me for quite a while," his voice now laced with faux concern, "i couldn't get your attention for almost a minute."

you clear your throat, smoothing out your dress as you stand up. your fingers picked at each other as you got closer to him. zayne's mind drifts briefly from the task at hand as he watches you through the corner of his eyes, taking in the long silk sundress you chose to wear. the dress hugged all the right places and was quite flattering on you. for it to be the first formal piece of attire he'd see on you- it was like a blessing.

"when are we gonna leave? our reservation's in thirty minutes." you sigh, leaning over his desk and taking a peek at his computer before ultimately resting your head on the wooden surface, staring at his hands as the unfamiliar terms and long words on the screen annoyed you to no end.

"soon, my love, and stop hurting yourself. we won't be late." he places his left hand in yours, eyes not leaving the screen before him as he holds his breath in your presence. that was the end of it. you knew him well enough to know that. your begging would only result in the same monotone voice, the only difference being the almost unnoticeable annoyance that laced his words. it made no sense to fight back. you struggle not to release another sigh, your eyes never leaving the handsome man in front of you.

well, at least he has his beauty going for him despite being strict.

your hand reaches up to his face, delicately tracing the lines of his nose, following the curve of his high nose bridge upwards with your finger. just as you barely tilt his glasses, he stops you— his large, cold hand gripping your wrist. the interaction sends shivers down your spine as his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that leaves you wanting.

zayne finally lets out a breath, "is there something on my face for you to be staring at it for so long? the more you distract me, the longer this will take." your nickname follows— the word leaving his mouth sweetly in comparison to the others.

a murmur leaves your pretty, glossy lips, having swiped your tongue over them one too many times in the past three minutes, "you just have a pretty nose..." you trail off.

your physician tilts his head, eyes never leaving your face as he reads your body language. you were nervous- that was obvious but you were also hiding something, "what do you like about it?"

your cheeks feel warm and you find yourself averting his gaze as your head leaves the desk, the area now occupied with your elbows, "you have a dorsal hump."

he hums, "that i do... is that all you like?" your breath hitches and you cross your legs.

planting your palms on the wooden surface, you quickly attempt to rise from the desk only to find yourself being pulled back into place. zayne had dragged you back to him with the same singular hand that gripped your wrist. he was enjoying this, you could tell. it was never in his nature to pry so deeply even when it pertained to him so to see him show his true colours the day you begin dating...

"zayne..."

"come here." he hoarsely whispers as he stands up, taking a step closer to you before pulling you towards him, closing the distance between you two. his hand finally lets go of your wrist, opting to place both of them at the sides of your body, resting them on the desk behind you. you feel yourself leaning further against the table as he gets closer, until eventually, you find yourself almost sitting on it. he had you trapped.

zayne sighs, his head now resting on your shoulder as you eye the way his hand moves. just barely brushing your hip, he slides his hand down from your lower arm into your palm. one thing about zayne: he frequently has dreams about you- perverted ones at that. he was never proud of them but, god, did he indulge in them whenever they came along. you'd walk around the hospital every week, clueless about how he wished to secretly take you, not in front of everyone, though- he wants it to be away from prying eyes, but never prying ears.

while roaming akso and attending to duties, he'd regularly spot you in the corner of his eye- he doesn't like to admit it but he does make an attempt to cross paths with you at least once before seeing you in his office when you come for appointments. in your little skirt, you'd bend down to receive the same drink from the same secluded vending machine- the plush of your thighs on display for him to see. the sight would always leave his throat dry as he either speaks to you, forcing himself to let go of all the lewd thoughts and have a proper conversation, or he turns around quickly, as if he'd committed a sin, only to come back to that very same area every two weeks to commit the same act.

sometimes, just as he's about to address you, he hears your friend calling out to you with a sulky demeanour. it was always that same friend named rafayel too, never anyone different. deep down, he wishes for that kid to stop clinging to you like a lost puppy, showing up at akso, begging for your attention as he claims he fell down the stairs or got a cramp in his finger. he also occupies a hospital bed from time to time by admitting himself when he really doesn't need to but that's the least of zayne's grievances with him. zayne's always dreamed of wanting everyone, especially rafayel, to know you're his. and now that you two are dating, he's one step closer to said desire.

you feel two pecks on your shoulder blade and one on your palm. he brings your hand up to cup his cheek, "tell me what else you like about my nose, (name)." his tone was more commanding than anything, seemingly laced with jealousy and annoyance- not towards you, of course- never towards you. he'd never spoken to you that way before but, god, do you like it.

you watch as his fingers graze yours softly, his eyes only ever leaving yours when he closes them, revelling in the warmth your hand brings his cold, freezing body.

"i... " you feel his knee grazing your thigh as you try to spit something out.

"you can say it. no matter how vile and vulgar your thoughts may be... i want you to say it," after reassuring you, he asks once more, "what else do you like about my nose, (name)?"

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his knee push further up your dress, "say it," he whispers, his lips now grazing your ear as his hand reaches for the back of your neck.

"i love how easy it looks to ride, zayne, fuck-" your words get muffled as zayne kisses you intensely. the feeling has you dizzy as the farthest you've gotten were the pecks initiated by you earlier that day and the ones he initiated just a few minutes ago.

his other hand grips your waist tightly as he presses himself into you further, his hands now the only thing keeping you from falling back onto the table. with the way he handled you, it was like he couldn't get enough. your very scent allured him.

"is this okay?" his lips withdraw yours as he begins leaves pecks on your cheek and neck as he awaited your response.

a nod and hum left you as you stared at the windows, looking at the reflection and taking pleasure in the way he kissed your body. but he stops.

as you were about to turn to him and ask what was wrong, a strict stare was all it took. his brownish-green eyes pierced into yours in the reflection of the glass. his eyebrows raised as he waited for something from you. he wanted words. he needed to hear, through proper verbal communication, that you wanted this.

"yeah..." you sound almost breathless facing him, "yeah, i wanna do this."

a small smile reaches his lips before he kisses you again. more deeply, more lovingly. he was relishing in your very being. the girl who he'd pined for was finally his after fifteen long years.

the hand gripping your hip would soon spread around your waist as the other rested on the fabric covering your thigh—a fabric that he would push up in annoyance as he needed to feel you bare.

his thumb would involuntarily twitch, grazing and pushing at your cunt as he squeezed and rubbed the plush of your inner thigh, the cold pressure being felt through the sheer panties you wore had you shivering.

"zayne.." your impatience was getting the best of you and zayne could see it. he chuckles as he bunches your silky sundress up at your waist and hooks his long pointer and index fingers around the last piece of fabric that bars you from him- teasing him with the dampness that left it looking a deeper colour than usual.

before he can ask, you give him the confirmation he needs, raising your hips, "take it off... please?"

he obeys, a little too willingly as if his patience was also wearing thin, and a soft 'fuck' leaves his lips as he stares at your dripping cunt, the vulgar word shocks the both of you.

he can only chuckle as he eyes the dress straps that had fallen off your shoulder, "the things you do to me." ever so slowly, his cold hands push the straps further down, pulling your arms from out of it. your breasts were now on display for him as the dress slid down, grazing your sensitive nipples in the process and stopping at your diaphragm.

you look away, gnawing on your lip. it set a weird feeling in your stomach knowing he was fully dressed in his doctorly attire while you were bare, exposed for him to see- for him to examine. you feel his hand rest back on your cunt, the other hand grasping your chin to look at him. he wasn't overly rough but the hold was quite strong and decisive. every breath and movement from zayne exuded dominance.

"don't hide from me, pretty girl, you know better than that." the pet name has you shuddering, paired with the fact that he began to gently prod at your entrance with his index finger before allowing you to suck him in completely, his thumb softly touching your clit occasionally as he inspects you.

his lips find yours once more, his tongue prodding your mouth and you can't help but whine at the feeling as he slowly introduces another finger. with every touch from him, you feel your breath leaving and your hands gripping harshly at the edges of the tables, almost piercing your skin.

zayne eventually touches something. something that leaves you even wetter than before. his fingers prodded and rubbed at you- at that spongy spot in your cunt that's been begging to be touched by him for a while.

"oh, wait- fuck!" you break the kiss as an involuntary hiccup leaves you. zayne grunts in annoyance, pushing lips back onto yours in an instant- his fingers increasing in momentum as he targets that pleasurable spot.

you find yourself sliding off the edge of the table as your body trembles with every thrust. despite still gripping the table, you almost collapse onto your knees if not for the man in front of you catching you. all while holding you, zayne doesn't let up- the squelching sounds your wet entrance makes flood the room, fueling him to keep going. he was so hell-bent on making you cum one way or another.

"c'mon, be a good girl for me. do this one thing for me 'n i'll let you ride my face. c'mon pretty girl." you couldn't see his eyes anymore. his fringes covered them as he looked down at your cunt, taking in the lewd noises that followed with every thrust of his finger and the clear, wet mess that started to drip down your thighs.

you can't help but nod, "anyth-ing for you." the abuse on your cunt and the way his mouth kisses at your nipples and sternum were taking your breath away. he was touching at all the right spots at all the right times.

your head throws itself back as the increasing pressure builds up in your stomach and you can't help but hold his wrist in an attempt to try and push him off of you. zayne, still, is relentless in his actions but he does raise his head to read your expressions and listen to your mumbled, repetitive 'yes's affirming him of how badly you want it.

"gonna cum. gonna cum, please lemme cum." you repeat over and over again as your nails dig crescent moon shapes into your lover's lower arm.

zayne chuckles, his fingers continuing at the same pace, never ceasing, "you can come whenever you want to, lovely. your hand is what's pushing me away."

your eyes shut tightly as the orgasmic feeling washes over you, basking in the complete and utter loss of the control you have over your body. you feel your eyes roll into into the back of your head behind your lids and your mouth parts as broken, whiny moans leave your lips. your lover smiles as he feels your walls spasm, clamping around his fingers repeatedly, harmonious with the way your thighs shiver.

you come down from your high rather slowly and zayne lifts you up, helping you move closer to the couch while you try to get your eyes to focus and attempt to beat the fatigue washing over you.

"you said you wanted to ride me, hmm?" zayne hums, itching in anticipation unbeknownst to you. you nod a bit nervously as you try to catch your breath, watching as he sits down and brings you to him by your waist, bunching your dress at your hips in the process. your cunt was almost lined up with his mouth.

"zayne, wait. i think i'm still s-ensitive," you say between gasps as you feel his breath fanning out onto your clit.

a hum leaves his lips and he looks at his watch briefly, "i don't think we have that much time, my love. it'll feel good, i promise. but if you want, we can wait until later tonight?" he kisses your thigh. there was no way in hell you were going to 'wait until later tonight.' the ache in your cunt from the anticipation would be too much for you to handle.

"hmm, it's okay..." you shake your head as you whisper tiredly, the post-orgasm drowsiness hitting you hard. he smiles as he lays down, taking you by the hand and leading your body closer to his face. his hands reach up towards his glasses. daintily holding them by the frame, he slips them off his face to place them on the glass table to the side of you.

the sight makes you pout and zayne, being zayne, catches it.

"what? do you also like my glasses too?" he smirks, bringing your hips to lay on him. you nod as you hesitantly let yourself be guided onto his chest.

"and when you get too rough and you break them, what then?" he questions, sass lacing his tone while his eyes focus on your cunt, watching it drip all your cum all over his shirt. the fact that he said 'when' and not 'if' had your body twitching. still, annoyance riddles your body and you roll your eyes. he's always ten steps ahead of you.

“ugh.. you’re so…” you’re at a loss for words and zayne can’t help but smile at your reaction.

he grips your hips roughly pulling you up to his face, "hmm...that's enough banter for now. don't be shy. 'm gonna ease you into it. and yes...i'll be fine, i promise."

with the constant reassurance, you build up enough courage to sit on him and almost immediately does his tongue find your clit, occasionally tracing around your labia and prodding your entrance.

"ha— zayne. wait!" a high-pitched strangled moan leaves your lips and the man grunts under you as your body lifts itself off of him in shock. zayne feels his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he briefly catches a glimpse of how your pretty, puffy cunt pulsates around absolutely nothing. as he comes to his senses, his arms quickly lock around your legs, bringing you back down and keeping you in your rightful place— on top of him.

your moans get louder and louder and soon enough zayne finds himself humming satisfyingly into you, sending vibrations all throughout. to hear your cries of pleasure just from this, alone? while you tasted so good? zayne was in his own icy wonderland.

"waited years for this pussy and it's finally mine." he mumbles deliriously, and you nod, "all your— hmpf, fuck, all yours." he was fucking insatiable, arms tightening around your thighs as he forced you to press further down onto him. tears start to well in your eyes.

at this rate, zayne's cock was harder than ever before and you, yourself, notice that as you lean back, palm accidentally pressing down onto his erection, touching on the bounds of both pain and pleasure for him. a soft moan leaves him as he takes his mouth off of you for a moment, thick cock throbbing with want.

"wait," he says between shallow gasps for air, "not yet. i just want to focus on you right now... can you let me do that?" you nod and he slaps your thigh, which quickly has your spurting out multiple 'yes's in an apologetic tone.

you feel your body lifting to which you whine, tears falling in thick globs as you unconsciously hump the air for some needed friction, your pussy once again clamping around nothing, as you assume some sort of punishment was about to begin.

zayne watches you amusingly. it was quite a pathetic sight- one he loved, don't get him wrong but the thoughts that flowed into his mind weren't nice— slapping your ass, pinching your thigh or edging you every time you forgot to properly address him, tears falling down your face as you apologize and pout, begging to be fucked. god, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

it was the first official day of dating, though, so he wanted to cut you some slack and slowly ease you into things.

he finally puts you back down- noticeably, a bit further up his face. his arms lock you back in place, preparing himself in case you decide to run away from him again.

if anything, he'll ease you into things by forcing you to fuck yourself one orgasm into the other on his face.

"ride my face. fuck yourself using my nose." those words have your cunt spasming as you don't hesitate to listen to him.

your body jerks slowly as you ground down on him, his tall nose repeatedly tapping and prodding at your clit. zayne doesn't hesitate to continue his past ministrations, his tongue flat against you, sliding across your folds with every thrust from you.

"z-zayne. fuck." you moan as you grip the couch's arm for dear life, your body unconsciously speeding up as you look at the boy beneath you sitting so still and pretty for you with his eye half-lidded as his mouth softly parted. and, of course, the stimulation from his nose was just not helping.

zayne was drenched, soaked with your juices and he wouldn't let up. air lessened with each breath for him but he didn't care. in fact, he pushed his head further up into you. he loved it. he loved drowning in you.

"would love to have you sit on my face more often," he murmurs to himself as he feels your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, thighs locking and trembling around his head from the vibrations. zayne pushes his head up into your cunt even further, the hump on his hose throwing you for a loop.

"zayne. zay—fuck, fuck. oh, god!" you just couldn't get his name out of your mouth. it's as if he was currently conditioning you to focus on him— to know only him in this moment. he smiles, "it's alright, you can cum, baby. no one's stopping you. get off on my nose and mouth, baby. that's it." the sounds his face created with your pussy were oh, so lewd. it filled the entire room as your physician acted like you were a cup of fresh water waiting for him after he stayed in the sahara for a little too long.

soft whimpers leave your lips as you feel yourself sobbing. the pressure building up was too intense.

"come on, give it to me." the man under you grunts as he feels his dick twitch incessantly. no matter how badly he wanted to, zayne just couldn't resist palming himself. his tongue continues to fuck you sloppily, relishing in the act as he lapped up the savoury, dripping cum from you and spit from him like a dog. all while he played with your nipples, either groping, slightly grazing, or circling them. you name it.

you feel your legs thrash as a loud moan rips from your throat before you even realize what's coming. your body can't stop shaking and all you see is white yet zayne doesn't stop eating you out, his lips now encircling your clit and as he grips your legs even stronger, forcing you to relish in the harsh suction and vibrations as he moans along with you from the sight of you before him.

you squirt all over him, short bursts leaving your cunt to shower the man under you. the shock and embarrassment don't even last long as a gasp in pleasure leaves you- zayne was still on you, eyes closed as he lapped up every last drop you had offered him. he realized you came, his dick leaking pre-cum and twitching from the fact, but never truly processed it, fucking you through your orgasm and into the next one while not taking into account your sensitivity. you had no time to catch your breath.

"h—hey. wait... zayne!" you squirm. he hums unconsciously as he digs himself further into your cunt, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. it's as if he can't stop. it's as if can't hear you. or maybe he just doesn't want to hear you.

"no more! hmphf— shit!" you repeatedly tap his shoulder as you continue to shake, your hips unconsciously still grinding into his face while your upper body rocks with sensitivity, nipples harder than ever and goosebumps riddling your skin. your thighs were practically squeezing his head now.

"one more for me baby, one more. please. just one more for me." zayne murmurs as he gasps for air. he looks as if he's lost his mind. his hair is dishevelled, with some parts of his fringes sticking up while the rest just barely covers his eyes. he really looks like a pervert that came straight out of a hentai in the moment. it was quite a sight.

the longer you stare, the more he looks blurry- your vision was becoming obscured, your senses simultaneously heightening as a result while the pressure in your tummy begins to build once more.

"hng— zayne, 'm gonna cum!" you sob, voice booming throughout the entire office as you feel yourself twitch, overstimulation ravaging your body. zayne's nails dig further into your hips, breaking skin, and the sharp pain allows you to finally let go. your back arches as your orgasm engulfs you, cum squirting out of you in bursts smaller yet more powerful than earlier.

"oh fuck—" a low, cracked whine leaves your boyfriend, his neck arching as he struggles to contain himself from quivering. his body shudders as he gently kisses your cunt and thighs. a fucked out look paints his face as he tries to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm you— and himself— down as he feels unusually lightheaded.

silence follows for a bit as you come down from your high and push yourself off of your lover's face who seemed very quiet—and not the usual quiet. there was something different about the air. hesitantly, you sit on his chest.

"zayne," you whisper nervously, "are you okay?"

zayne clears his throat, blinking harshly at the ceiling with his chest still heaving as his ears and cheeks are dusted red- his pretty mouth red, swollen and glistening with you. he swallows, avoiding eye contact with you as he tries to collect himself. you've never seen him like this... so shy, so embarrassed.

the silence that follows as your question goes unanswered causes anxiety to riddle through you, "did i do something wron-" "no," he interrupts not wanting to upset you in any way, "just... a minor miscalculation."

feeling relaxed, you push yourself down further onto his waist in an attempt to lay on top of him, "a minor miscalculation? what-"

oh.

you're shocked... and flattered as you feel a deeply soaked wet spot on his pants.

"i was too distracted and forgot about resisting my orgasm," he murmurs, not making eye contact. you smile, "hmm, i can tell. but don't be embarrassed, zayne. i find it a little hot... well, very hot." you chuckle. the reassurance was nice but, truth be told, he wanted his first load with you to be inside your glistening cunt, with you begging and pleading with him to give it to you, just like in his dreams.

one side of his lip curls up slightly, "i still can't believe i orgasmed untouched. though, this is my first time so i suppose it's not unusual."

just as you're about to lay on his chest, your body jerks upwards, "wait, what? you're a virgin, too? how'd you even know to do all th-"

"human anatomy," he interrupts, "being a surgeon, your physician and your boyfriend- it's quite necessary. and though i don't watch, a common assumption would be pornography."

embarrassment riddles your face and you mentally berate yourself for asking a stupid question as he kisses you, "... and i may have read some forums." his tone was soft and wispy, almost slipping past your ears. curiosity runs through you as you look up past his head at the computer. oh, that search history needed to be investigated.

"don't even think about it. i have a computer for work and another for personal use." he rolls his eyes.

gently, he lifts you from his waist and places you onto the couch just as he rises from it. he begins unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, wiping your cum residue from off his face onto the sleeves, "relax a bit. you need to come down from your high. we shouldn't miss the reservation if we leave in a minute... or three."

"wait, what about your work?"

zayne stops untying his tie to look at you. his head tilts and his eyebrow raises in the most comical way possible as if to say 'you can't be serious right now.'

"okay, fair. and.. your clothes? do you have an extra pair?" the moment you close your mouth you see zayne open a large closet filled with various button-ups and dress pants for varying occasions. as you take a closer look, you notice that they're organized by gradient and paired. not a single piece of clothing was out of place.

it was your turn to give him 'the look' as you scanned the closet before pointing at a paired outfit, a black turtleneck with matching dress pants. looking in that direction, zayne nods, taking the clothes from out the storage unit and undressing himself.

you feel your cheeks warm as you catch a glimpse of his bare back. you have yet to see him undressed and, to be honest, you don't want it to be now considering the two of you had plans after dinner. the sooner you fix your clothes the faster that time will arrive so that's what you do.

looking away, you notice something is missing- your panties. you quietly search for your underwear and it's nowhere to be seen. you scan the concrete floor and the velvet couches before directing your attention to the akso employee, only to catch him pushing sheer material into his pocket in silence just as you were about to query the fabric's whereabouts.

the two of you make eye contact once more. his face holds no emotion but he does turn around rather quickly, blush blooming at his ears once again as he looks at his computer before closing it and gathering the rest of his belongings.

note(s)💀. no one can come for me about the dorsal hump cause i found someone that happens to think the same thoughts as me! also i just finished day 2 of the valentine event??? zayne may have a sensitive neck ??? or am i just delusional??? + fav zayne edit if u care😼 also if i forgot something in the warnings plz dont hesitate to tell me! + i would love constructive crisitism just be nice abeg.

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bruh what

okay so you know that ao3 lets you change what date it says your fic was posted?

I only know about this because I discovered that if you publish a draft then it'll document the publishing date as the day you started the draft, even if the day you actually publish it is some time later. I've had to go back and edit chapters and fics to actually reflect the correct publishing date before.

Well, today I went to the first page of the AvA folder on ao3, because I was talking about why I started writing AvA fic but I didn't remember when I'd actually posted the first one on the archive and I wanted to reference the date.

I've never claimed to be the first person to write AvA fic; ffn.net doesn't have an AvA page despite having a few fics with AvA characters, so it's hard to find what the oldest one on that platform might be; I'm unfamiliar with Wattpad's organization system, so finding the oldest AvA fic there when not every fic appears in the tag I'm searching is tricky; I don't know what might've been posted to discord servers I'm not in; and it's possible I missed something on tumblr.

I've never claimed to be the first person to write AvA fic. However, I have always taken a bit of pride in saying that I was the first person to post AvA fic to ao3. I could always say that if you go to the AvA category on ao3 and skip to the very last page of chronological results, I'd be at the bottom.

But when I looked at the last chronological page today, I found that...apparently I'm not, anymore? I posted the first fic in September 2017. Someone's posted a fic with the publishing date recorded as October 2011. This is the fic that now shows up at the very end of the chronological list.

From what I can tell, it was actually posted sometime in November 2023; all the comments on it so far are from November 2023, and it's the only entry in a series with a "series updated" date of November 2023.

Looking at the fic, I think I get why the author changed the date to specifically October 2011; it syncs up with the in-universe date of the fic's events (those being, the events of AvA3 and the first half of The Flashback). If the author is planning to do some meta storytelling using the structure of the archive itself, that could be neat. Utilizing the medium as an aspect of the narrative is always intriguing.

But at the same time...I'm a little sore, I guess?

Idk, honestly I'm still trying to parse whether I have any right to feel upset about this. It seems like such a silly thing to feel so strongly about. I guess I cared more about being the oldest chronological AvA author on ao3 than I realized. Not sure if that's my vanity and I need a reality check, or if that's the part of me that cares very much about AvA fandom history in general and likes being able to track how we've changed over time.

Someone let me know if I'm making a mountain out of a molehill.

Edit: when I say the last chronological page of AvA results, I mean the last chronological page of fics sorted by "date updated." This is the default filter, so it's the one I always use. A friend in the notes has informed me that sorting by "date posted" will still show me as the earliest chronologically. I tried to find the other fic on that setting and I can't, it's not near either of the November dates I tried looking in.

[weirdestbooks]

The Shot Heard Around the World Chapter 26

An Attack in the Winter (Wattpad | Ao3)

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So sorry this chapter is a few hours late folks. Been sick all week and didn't have time to finish it up before the publishing date.

December 26, 1776

It was cold. There was rain, sleet, hail, and snow, absolutely miserable weather. 

“The reason why winter attacks aren’t common,” James joked. United States suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. James had been making that joke ever since General Washington revealed his plans to attack the city of Trenton, where intelligence showed that Hessian mercenaries were staying, guards presumably down after Christmas. 

The element of surprise was smart, as it seemed to be the best way for them to win battles, as they were so undertrained and underequipped. Even United States, with the biyearly military training his Father forced them all to do, was not enough to train their militiamen. Most would be leaving come January, and United States had no idea how to pass his skills on to others.

“We were trained to be followers. Not to teach. Just to obey,” New Jersey grumbled. The state had been begging to be in control of the body for this battle, but United States refused. He would not make his son fight in his battles. 

Besides, this battle was against Hessians, guaranteeing that his Father would not be there. It might be United States’ only time to fight without James taking his place.

He had to fight. 

“You don’t have to prove anything to your people, Da. We know you want to fight, and they think you are, even when it is us,” Delaware said.

“He’s not proving it to them. It’s to himself,” James said, far too perceptive of United States’ feelings. United States did his best to ignore them. Daybreak was upon him and his army, and they were reaching Trenton. 

Later than they had planned but not too late. The icy river and the storm didn’t stop them.

“I am splitting the force into two columns. Would you rather join Major General Greene or Major General Sullivan?” General Washington asked United States as they approached.

“As long as I can fight, I do not care who it is with,” United States answered with a small smile. He didn’t like being forced to choose. His influence was too great, and he could divide people too quickly. General Washington nodded.

“Go with General Greene and attack from the North,” he ordered, and United States quickly moved beside the other general, nodding as he did so before the order was spread and the army began to divide into two columns. 

While United States was nervous, as any sane man would be, he was not as nervous as he thought he would be. His militia had been wearing the Hessians down for weeks; their defenses would be low, and his father would not be there—there was no way he could lose, and it filled him with giddy excitement.

“And once we win, we will liberate much of my state, and then we can move to liberate Yorkie’s,” New Jersey added, excitement in his voice.

When they reached the outskirts of Trenton, they engaged with pickets on the outside of town. Worry squirmed in United States’ gut, and he was worried that this might cause them to lose the element of surprise.

“You’ll be fine; just stop worrying about what might happen and focus on what is happening!” New York cheered, full of a youthful faith in his father. A small part of United States didn’t feel like he deserved it, but much of him was swelling with joy. 

He had failed New York so terribly, but the state still believed in him.

Now, he had to prove that he deserved that faith.

Despite the fight at the picket lines, they really didn’t seem to lose the element of surprise, as United States and his army overwhelmed the Hessians, leading to a one-sided battle, something that seemed to excite both New York and New Jersey.

Soon, the Hessians began surrendering, and not just a few dozen, but hundreds. United States let out a shocked laugh as New Jersey crept closer. Knowing what his son was trying to do, United States relented, knowing that although New Jersey didn’t fight, he needed this victory. 

He hadn’t heard excitement from them since the British landed in New York. It was all fear and terror. 

This victory was for United States, yes, but also for his states.

While there was no official surrender yet, the crushing weight of the American army, his army, left United States certain that New Jersey would be okay. 

“Don’t do anything stupid,” United States whispered before passing control of the body to New Jersey.

They had managed to win. They weren’t defeated yet. They could still do this. United States could be a country.

Even though he drifted in a space of awareness and unawareness, United States felt a hand slip into his own.

“My state next,” New York said, his voice a mix of mournful and happy. If we can, my state next.”

Eager to make more of his children happy, United States nodded. Even if it seemed impossible, he had to try. 

For his states.

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January 3, 1777

New Jersey had not expected to fight a battle. While he knew that the British would counterattack after Trenton, he had just been in control of the body to celebrate, not to fight. But despite Uncle James’ pushing, he knew that he had to fight. 

Father had fought for New Jersey and his people, and New Jersey was grateful for that, but now it was time for him to fight for them.

“Just don’t get hurt. We can’t risk losing morale right now,” Plymouth said, his voice worried.

Even with their victory at Trenton, the British general had come for them, but General Washington had snuck away from the general the night before and was now preparing to flank the British troops.

Unfortunately, when he had detached Hugh Mercer’s brigade to investigate the area, they ran into some British troops. Mercer had been wounded, his men routed in a bayonet charge, and the British were on the verge of splitting the army.

New Jersey had been worried—terrified that the Battle of Trenton had all been for nothing and he would be back under British occupation, somehow forced under Grandfather’s control, and used to hurt his family.

The fears were unreasonable, but they terrified him so.

But General George Washington had quickly attached new troops to plug that gap to prevent the British from splitting the army. However, the troops, like so many, were new and inexperienced and once again broken by British bayonets.

It wasn’t fair! They outnumbered the British, so how could they win?

“Better training,” New York grumbled angrily.

“United States! I am going to lead fresh troops to plug the gap. Are you going to stay here or come with me?” General Washington asked. New Jersey felt his brain stuttered as he processed the request.

“IS HE MAD?” Virginia exclaimed, and the other states, including New Jersey, began to echo her shock.

“But, sir, you could be injured or killed. We can’t lose you!” he protested.

“Someone has to rally them to fight and hold the line,” General Washington responded. New Jersey shook his head. 

“I can do it. I am their country!” he exclaimed, almost forgetting to keep up the facade that he was his father.

“And I am their commander, and I need to show them that I will stand by them,” General Washington said. Stressed and scared as he was, New Jersey could not help but feel more confident with his general beside him, who was promising not to abandon them, abandon Father, abandon what they were trying to build.

“He’s a good man,” Uncle James said.

“And I will stand by you,” New Jersey said, his voice full of more conviction than he felt. General Washington seemed touched, but the expression faded as he began to rally more troops.

Later that day, when Faher returned to control of the body, New Jersey proudly regaled him with the tale of how he and General Washington had defeated the British.

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January 15, 1777

New Connecticut was caught in a bad situation. That was one of the first things explained to him when he was born only a few hours ago. On one side, the United States of America, a colony of the British Empire, fighting against his father to become a country.

He was the country, if he won his war, that is, that surrounded New Connecticut on three sides. On his northern border was the Colony of Quebec, the former French colony now loyal to the British Empire.

In short, he had been born in a warzone, and with his status as a new country, he might be mistaken as an ally of the United States. 

In a way, he was, as many of his people were inspired by the United States and wanted to be allied with the new nation.

New Connecticut didn’t know what to think. He had finally found a moment to himself, fiddling with the clothes he had been given, thinking over the threads he could feel connecting him to the personifications that lay below his Northern and Southern border.

His parents, the United States of America, and the Province of Quebec. He was guessing it was them, at the very least. He wouldn’t know until the owners of those bonds came to him or until he came to them. But he knew whoever was on the side of the invisible tug was his parent.

Then there was a knock at the door, and New Connecticut opened it to see a young boy standing there, someone who looked to be about his physical age, fifteen.

“Good evening, sir. My name is Liam Walker, and I have been assigned by your government to be your assistant until you have adjusted to…life, I guess. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” the boy said, holding out his hand. New Connecticut took it.

“It is nice to meet you. And please, there is no need to call me sir. I am much younger than you, even if we look like we are of a similar age. It feels strange to make you call me that,” New Connecticut said. Liam looked nervous and surprised at that but nodded.

“Okay, si—New Connecticut. I will try to remember that. Although I do not have much experience in dealing with your kind,” he said. New Connecticut smiled.

“Neither do I. I was nothing more than an idea a few hours ago. We can learn together, and I will forgive you for your mistakes, as we are both learning. I am…I am glad I have someone to help me learn. How to be a person, that is. I am excited to know you,” New Connecticut said, excitement flooding him. He didn’t exist a few hours ago, but something within him felt excited to be a country, like he had been waiting for a long while.

He supposed, in a way, he was his people’s eagerness for the official creation of, well, him, their countryhuman.

New Connecticut was excited and nervous.

His people were afraid of failing him. New Connecticut was more afraid of failing them.

[cyyfics]

I am writing the long Simon fic now 😳

(It also has ice king in it tho for a few chapters)

Writing it on Wattpad atm, but I will probably upload to aO3 at a way later date.

Will be mainly SFW but might occasionally have NSFW stuff (but you can skip over that obv)

Who here will read it when I finally publish it?

[yan-senna]

The Dance (Severus Snape)

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Severus likes the new Muggle Studies professor, and she likes him back. However, none of them seem to dare confess their feelings. So Minerva and Albus decide to help them out during the Yule Ball.

This is a request from LuzHernandez087 on Wattpad. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy!

Published: 1/27/2023

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Warning: Alcohol and indication of sex

The Yule Ball is tonight. All the students are so excited for the party, and the four champions are happy to catch a break from the Triwizard Tournament. Even the teachers look forward to the event. Well, except for one.

Severus Snape hates parties, particularly Hogwarts parties. He hates being around loud and cheery students… It worsens his headache, and he gets those daily.

The Potions Master might not like the idea of the ball, but the Headmaster and the Deputy Headmistress secretly have plans for him.

They have noticed how he has been looking at the new Muggle Studies teacher, Y/N Y/L/N. They have also noticed how the new professor has been looking at her tall and mysterious colleague. It’s so obvious that the two like each other, but none seem to take the next step. It drives Albus and Minerva crazy, so they have to do something about it. And tonight is the perfect opportunity.

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Later, it’s finally time for the big event. The Great Hall has been decorated, and there’s a lot of space for dancing. Everybody is ready for the champions to enter with their dates. They are the first ones to dance.

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[chierafied]

20 Questions

Tagged by the super lovely @practicecourts, thanks so much!! 😘

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

342

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

1,371,916

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SessKag (Inuyasha), Jily (HP) and rarely IchiRuki (Bleach)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since all my top 5 fics would be SessKag, I'm gonna not do the top 5 overall but top 2 SessKag, top 2 Jily and top 1 IchiRuki.

Life After Loss (SessKag) Post Canon. Slow burn. Hurt/Comfort. Chapter fic. Rated M. Stranger Than Fiction (SessKag) Canon divergence. Modern era reunion. One Shot. Rated T.

#Jily (Jily) Modern AU, celebrity AU, Fake dating. One shot. Rated G. Much Tweeting About Crushing (Jily) Modern AU. Neighbours. Social Media AU. One shot. Rated T.

Miscalculation (IchiRuki) Modern AU Fake dating one shot. Rated T.

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

I try to, most of the time. As long as I feel there's something to reply to. It's the least that I can do, though sometimes when comments pile up in the inbox it can also feel a bit overwhelming. And sometimes I let them sit there for too long at which point I feel weird answering at all.

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

I'm very much a happily ever after type of a writer but I do have two SessKag one shots that have unhappy endings. Foil (M) and Vagary (M).

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

Super hard to say, since I'm all for happy endings. I'm restricting my choices to Jily fics since I was tagged for this question thing by my jily fam so... I guess Fall Fluff! It's a 500 word ficlet but the ending is especially sweet. 😉

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hardly ever. There's annoying comments here and there, sure. I've got anon hate once from someone anti that particular ship. And I did have a popular chapter fic with a plot twist that became somewhat controversial. Hate is a strong word, but I got enough upset comments on it that though it's been a decade, I sometimes still cringe a little if I see a comment notification on that fic.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

No. I have only one fic that's rated E on AO3. Some of my M rated fics might have sex scenes, particularly the chapter fics. But I don't write smut, I don't even like the word smut and its connotation. Because I like to write sex scenes that are tasteful, that are a balancing act of giving just enough detail and description. I like to focus on the feelings and the relationship development and I don't like naming body parts.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've only ever written one proper crossover, where characters from different series interact (though even that took place in AU setting so it wasn't a crossover in the purest form) but it's never been published. I have done multiple fusion type crossovers, though, in which I take characters from one franchise (Jily) and insert them into the world of another established franchise (The Office). I'd say my Jily The Office AU fusion (In the Dumps, Rated T) and my SessKag Star Wars AU fusion (A Leap of Faith, Rated G) are the craziest, in that I've never watched The Office nor been a Star Wars fan lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once, that I know of. My popular SessKag fic Chain of Love (M) was posted without my knowledge on Wattpad. After a reader alerted me, I tried contacting the thief. When they never responded, I contacted Wattpad and it was promptly taken down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have. Some of them are pre-AO3, though, so they're not linked with the translated work function. But the one that does show properly on AO3, is a Chinese translation for my SessKag one shot Cold (G).

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I've made a few efforts with an IRL friend of mine, but they've both fizzled out sooner or later. I'm not sure I'm the co-writer type, honestly. 😅 I used to brainstorm a lot with my friends when I first started writing fic so that was co-writing of sorts, I guess.

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

Since I've been writing them for half my life now, I guess I have to say SessKag lol

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

Their Halcyon Days (M), my Jily chapter fic. There's plenty other Jily fics I like the ideas of, but will never likely finish. Shoot Me Straight to the Top (T) and the Bodyguard AU (M), for example.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Brevity lol. I like my one shots and I've been told I'm good at creating a whole story or scene in very few words. I'd say I'm also good at writing dialogue and conveying emotion. I also like semi-open endings, so I have a knack at ending my one shots at a point where it would be easy to imagine a continuation for them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Inconsistency. When I don't have a writing routine established, such as now, I will only bother writing anything when I feel like it. And generally I feel like it once every other month, at most. If I don't have a writing routine going, I can happily go for months without writing a single word. I really should work on getting a routine going one of these years. Also I can't stand editing. I don't do first drafts. Or any drafts, really. I want to just write it once and then post it. Which is what I tend to do. I do proofread and do line editing, but I don't tend to do any deeper edits and have little patience to go make bigger adjustments to the story afterwards because in my mind it's finished and I've already moved on from it.

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

I don't hate it, I guess, but I don't see the point of it? Having terminology of another language in a fic is fine, imo. Cultural concepts like kimono or samurai don't really have good enough translations. Also I think using Japanese honorifics in dialogue serves a purpose. You could replace some with Mr and Miss, sure, but when you get to the nitty gritty, there are hierarchy levels and whatnot that English equivalents do not convey. But having entire lines of dialogue be in another language seems a bit unnecessary to me, 90% of the time.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I've since deleted the fic since I was never going to continue it, but the first fic I ever published was a next gen fic for my favourite book series growing up: David Eddings' The Belgariad and the Malloreon.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I can't pick just one out of 300+ fics, so I won't. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Tagging @gryffindormischief, @siriuslychessi, @kaoruhana08 & @jafndaegur

[azulatodoryuga]

All Right

Character: Brock Rumlow X Reader X Steve Rogers

Warning: Smut.

Note: This is present for @nekoannie-chan for birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! It will also be published on my Wattpad. The english version will be exclusive for Tumblr.

���Something is wrong — Brock assures when his call comes back into the mailbox.

—If something bad had happened to him, we would know by now — Jack says, trying to calm his friend as he follows him — Now where are you going?

—Rumlow — Steve called him, and both men turned to him, who was addressing them — I need to talk to you.

—I have more important things...

—It's about Y/N — Steve said Brock stops talking when he hears your name — I can't reach her; do you know anything about her?

Brock denies.

—Not much has happened since we lost contact with Y/N — Jack points out — So I doubt anything will be done for the time being.

—We'll look for her first, and if we don't find her, we'll alert S.H.I.E.L.D.

Jack would take over some of Brock's duties, so Brock and Steve could look for you without any problems.

They go to your office to look for any files or documents that might indicate your whereabouts, but find nothing. They decide to go to your apartment. When they enter the garage of the building, they realize that your car is not there.

They go to your apartment, and Brock opens it with the key that you had given him—something that catches Steve's attention because he also has one, but later he would ask for it.

They look all over the place, and again, nothing

—I've had enough — says Brock, tired of the situation, taking out his cell phone.

—Who do you plan to call?

—I know someone who can help; he owes me some favors, so he won't refuse.

—Finger crossed.

Just as Brock said, his contact didn't refuse to help; they waited a few minutes until his contact called him back, and Brock put the call on speaker.

—It must be wrong; check again — Steve asked incredulously when he heard the address.

—I'm not kidding; we're right in that building!

—I'm serious; it's right there; in fact, as far as I can see, I arrived less than ten minutes ago.

After those words, the front door is heard to open, and both men become alert.

—Hello? — Your voice rings through the apartment. Not having a lock on the door, you knew that Steve or Brock was in your apartment, but you couldn't guess who exactly. The two men almost bolted for the front door.

—Y/N? — Steve asks quietly as he sees you standing at the entrance of the apartment. You're okay — he says, relieved, without stopping his walk.

Before you can ask anything, Steve pounces on you, hugging you protectively. A few seconds later, you feel other arms around your back, and you realize instantly that it's Brock, who hugs you protectively but also a bit possessively.

—Ah, mmm, thanks for the nice welcome, but... what are you two doing here?

—More to the point, where were you? — Brock claims, turning away from you a bit. You were about to answer, but Steve beat you to it, joining in the complaint.

—You didn't mention you were dating — Steve says, imitating Brock's action.

—Let's take it one step at a time — You try to move away so as not to lose your calm due to the nerves of having the two of them so close, without any success.

Neither of them seemed to want to let you go, and clearly, their strength was by far superior to yours. You sighed in surrender before you began to recount what had happened.

—I had to make a trip to another city; the problems started when I got back; my car broke down, and my cell phone had no battery. I was stranded for hours until someone finally helped me. But there was no signal to call a tow truck.

—What do you mean there was no signal? — Steve interrupted in confusion.

—There's no signal everywhere, Steve — you clarified. You knew perfectly well that this erroneous idea had gone through his head.

—What else happened?" Brock asks, curious.

—Well, we had to go to the city to get a signal and call the tow truck, then we came back, waited for the tow truck to arrive, got my car fixed at the shop, came home and found you, and now, can you explain to me: How did you both end up in my apartment?

—I couldn't reach you, and neither could Rumlow; we got worried and decided to look for you together.

You were speechless. You turned to Brock, who nodded, giving you the understanding that what Steve said was true. It was hard for you to believe that the two of them decided to look for you together instead of doing it on their own, even though they didn't get along at all.

—I'm sorry if...

—Don't apologize — Brock said, tightening his grip — The important thing is that nothing happened to you — he continued, and you smiled at him with a warm smile.

—Just out of curiosity — Steve started talking, so you and Brock turned to look at him — Since when does Rumlow have a key to your apartment? — You couldn't help but tense up at that question.

—Why should that matter to you, Rogers?" Brock asked mockingly.

—I asked her, Rumlow. Y/N," he said, turning back to you and waiting for an answer.

—Don't push her.

—I'm not pushing her.

“Here we go again" you thought, and sure enough, they started arguing, with you in the middle... again.

But this time you decided to leave them to continue their pointless discussion and escape. It was easier than you thought. You slipped away to your room. You needed to take a shower; it had been a long day.

You went to the bathroom, but before entering, you saw out of the corner of your eye the two men who kept arguing. You entered the bathroom and got rid of your clothes to enter the shower, relaxing at the sensation of the water running over your body.

You couldn't help but remember the arms of both men on your body, giving you an indescribable feeling of security and tranquility that only they made you feel.

From the beginning, you were in love with both men. Both are attentive and protective of you, but they are very different in many, many ways, and yet you felt the same way about both of them. The idea of dating both men was always in the back of your mind, but you doubted they would agree to have that kind of relationship.

You turned off the shower and rolled up your towel. You left the bathroom to go to your room. On the way, you noticed the silence of the place; Steve and Brock had already stopped arguing, but at what point...

You'd better worry about that now that you're dressed.

You went into your room and got a big surprise when you saw Brock sitting on your bed.

—What are you doing here? — you asked, confused.

—I was waiting for you to get out of the bath — he answers naturally.

—Is something wrong?

—Did you also give a key to your apartment to Rogers? — he questioned you; you weren't surprised by his question per se, but he looked annoyed. Although you hesitated, you nodded, answering his question.

—Why? — he asked, irritated.

—Because he is my friend — you say with difficulty.

—“Friend” — he repeats. You nod again, and he gets up from the bed — Good — he says, and he starts walking towards you, a little intimidating. Your nerves increase as he stands in front of you.

—Brock...?

And before you can ask any questions, he puts his arms around you to pull you closer to him so he can join his lips, or rather, devour your lips.

Your heart begins to pound, and you can't figure out if it's because of nerves or the excitement that begins to take hold of you. But only two options cross your mind: to stop him and ask him for time to clarify your feelings about him and Steve, or to let things take their course. Obviously, you choose the second option.

You place your hands on his chest and try to follow his kiss. Brock's hands run down your back over the towel that starts to fall.

You were about to take it off, but you felt a pair of hands do it for you, realizing something: Brock still had his hands on your back.

You abruptly pull away from Brock, breaking the kiss, turning back, and finding Steve with the towel that he drops to the floor the moment they connect gazes, leaving you completely exposed to them.

—Steve...

Before you can even say anything, Steve begins to devour your lips like a beast. His left hand rests on your right breast, massaging it to his liking, and with the other, he holds your left side, almost touching your other breast.

While Brock attacks your neck, filling it with kisses and a bite or two. His right arm has you wrapped around him, and with his left hand, he eagerly caresses your intimacy, concentrating on your clitoris, making you squirm from the intense pleasure.

You begin to feel a knot in your stomach. Brock realizes your soon-to-be orgasm and accelerates the movement of his fingers on your pleasure point so that pinching makes you reach your orgasm. You let out a loud moan that was stifled in Steve's mouth.

You pull away from him to catch your breath. But your slight rest was interrupted when Brock grabbed your neck roughly, making you let out a small moan.

—Let's go to bed — Brock whispers in your ear, making you feel a shiver down your back.

—You'll be more comfortable — Steve assures you.

Maybe not everything on this day will be so bad.

[youre-where-i-wanna-go]

writing meme: about me

I wasn't tagged but got this from @fandominstability

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I have always written stories since I was a little kid. I think my first fan-related fiction was related to Lady Gaga but I really got into fanfiction about a year later when I was a Bullocker (Sandra Bullock fan) and my friends in that fandom introduced me to wattpad and all the Sandy fics on there.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

If we include Gaga (though that was just one little story based on her song titles), it would be her, Sandy B, Agent Carter (Marvel), Married with Children, a cross of SOA and AHS, and then finally a lot of American Horror Story. So that makes 6 I think?

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

I think I wrote my Gaga story when I was 11 or 12 and got into Sandy fanfiction when I was 13 so 12 years give or take (with very long breaks)

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Definitely write because for my comfort ship me and my bestie are pretty much the only writers currently. I do sometimes indulge in reading fics of Angela Bassett's other characters though but I write more stories than I read tbh

5. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I'm not entirely sure but I think I've gotten better with removing some awkward terminology. There was also a time where I RPed with a friend who influenced me to become overreliant on describing women in same-gender relationships by their hair color, which I finally just dropped because it sounded very awkward and repetitive and also doesn't really work for Black characters.

6. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I think I have researched many strange topics but the weirdest might just be how mermaids have sex two nights ago lmaoo

7. What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

The excited type that conveys they would love to read more. I guess sometimes it's easier to share if you actually know someone is there who wants to read it. Also love comments on specific lines or references. But just in general ANY comment that isn't unusefully negative or homophobic (yes I've received one of those 😭) makes my day.

8. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Not sure exactly what is considered fringe but I could imagine my period fics qualify for it? Whenever I'm suffering particularly badly on my period, I like to give one of my comfort characters their period so the other has to comfort them. It tends to calm me down in the hurt/comfort sense.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

I think the type of stories that deserve multiple chapters but they could go so many different ways that I struggle to pick one scenario to elaborate on. Examples for this are the details of Elizabeth's and Ramona's first night together or how Ramona's parents reacted to her dating a woman. So many possibilities.

10. What is the easiest type?

I love to drabble down sweet moments of fluff, smut or angst. I think little moments of fluff and hurt/comfort are the easiest for me. I think I most commonly write singular scenes based on random ideas.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I write in my Samsung Notes app (which is exclusively dedicated to my fanfiction), then copy the fics into Google Docs to share them with friends or, if I'm really bold, I will publish them on AO3 (very rare). Sometimes I try to cross-post on here (not very successful) or Wattpad (I always forget I have an account there) but it's mostly just AO3. When do I write? When I'm in bed. On very rare occasions I've also written on the train before.

12. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

The ones that I've mentioned before that I've been struggling with. First meeting/night together, Ramona's parents' reaction, ... I'd also like to continue an AU I started where Elizabeth never dies. But most of all I'd love to finish my main multi-chapter fic which I have so many ideas for and which has a lot of potential but is thus very overwhelming.

13. What made you choose your username?

Both my usernames on here and on AO3 are references to two of my favorite Gaga songs. "You're where I wanna go" is from Always Remember Us This Way and is a reference to the love between Gaga and her fans (and the fact that I have traveled many places for her). On AO3 my name is sohappyiclddie which is the title of my all time favorite Gaga song So Happy I Could Die. It's also very fitting for my fanfics because 1. Gaga plays one of the main characters, 2. death is a major theme with vampires (also on The Fame Monster, the album this song is on), 3. Elizabeth and Ramona make each other so happy they could die (during the good times) mhm mhm, 4. the song has a sapphic theme and my fanfics are sapphic too and so is Gaga and so am I, win win win win :)

not sure who to tag but whoever would like to do this is welcome to, consider yourself tagged!

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 14. sucker for pain

chapter tags/warnings: misogynistic! naoya. pet names ("bimbo"). dirty talking. nonconsenual undertones. infidelity/adultery. strong language. humiliation. classism.

word count: 3.8k

notes: i published this story for the first time in october 2021 on wattpad, and i'm so thankful for and overwhelmed by the support and love that sex therapy has received over the past year. thank you for watching me and my story grow. xoxo

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Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Repeat.

This would be the mantra Naoya would live by tonight.

The little date he was taking you on was merely a prequel to the chain of bedroom events he had schemed for the evening. Because warming up first was important, no?

As a wonderful husband, Naoya took his precious wife out to dinner at Shibuya’s Cé La Vi, a top-floor restaurant that may not be as vertigo-inducing as its famous Marina Bay Sands counterpart in Singapore, but offered a menu and skyline views second to none.

He had even requested an outdoor table under the fairy lights for the romantic atmosphere, where both the amber hues and soft jazz washed the vicinity with warmth and peace. Exactly what Naoya also needed after his last twenty hours filled with hurried negotiations with publishers, a long flight back to Tokyo, and many private lectures from his outraged father.

At least that was all done now.

Sighing, Naoya gestured at a nearby waiter, who disappeared and returned with a glass of expensive tequila several minutes later. Eight in the evening might be far too early for Naoya to down his third shot of Don Julio, but he needed to reward himself for completing a hectic itinerary without a wink of shuteye in between.

With the drink, he quietly soaked in the low hum of chatter that mingled with the gentle clinking of cutlery. The ambiance was so miraculous that Naoya didn’t know why he hadn’t taken you here earlier.

Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he had taken you out on a proper date anyway?

Oh, when he took you out two weeks ago to skydive in…

No, wait that was with Mari.

He was only two and a half glasses in, but the liquor was already messing with his memory.

So when…?

“We haven’t done anything like this in a long, long while,” you commented when you must have noted his extended silence at the dinner table, although Naoya found it quite funny that you seemingly read his thoughts instead.

He swirled the liquor in his glass but decided against another sip. “You think so?” he asked as harmlessly as possible. “When was the last time?”

Cutting into a scallop on your plate, you bit your inner cheek. “Our…honeymoon.”

Holy crap, that Caribbean trip was months ago. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” you deadpanned.

Oh.

Okay, he might have thought a lot more about spending time with his mistress, and he hadn’t exactly been keeping track of every single date he went on with you, but he certainly did not expect to have such an abysmal track record with his own wife.

Not that he felt guilty about his absence in your life.

Besides, you had the money to entertain yourself as you wished. Whether because you were blinded by sheer stupidity or his bank account, you thankfully didn’t complain much either. All Naoya had to do was to keep you happy and ignorant because—to paraphrase his father’s own words—if Naoya flopped this marriage with the COO's daughter, he would not be welcomed in the Zenin household again.

The difficult part, however, was that you were hard to please.

That was what happened to little girls who grew up spoiled by daddy’s money, Naoya supposed. Mari, on the other hand, would have absolutely been overjoyed in your position. Hell, even Naoya himself—who merely grew up as a spare heir—would have shown some gratitude.

“Sorry that I’ve been so occupied.” The Zenin CEO had to inject whatever sympathy and sincerity he had into his apology before sampling his risotto. “I’ve been buried in work ever since I joined the executive suite earlier this year. I’ve had a lot to catch up on.”

“I know,” you responded very matter-of-factly. “And I understand. You’ve been busy with meetings.”

Right. Meetings with his board in addition to his, well, other more discreet ‘meetings’ where he pounded his paramour into oblivion (but let’s not talk about that, shall we?).

As he pushed the thought away, he placed his fork down in exchange for his drink. “That’s why I invited you for dinner—to spend extra time with you. I’ll make things up to you even more later.”

You glanced up from your meal, blinking rapidly but the ambivalence apparent in your gaze. “Really? Like how?”

Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.

How much more obvious did he have to be?

Of course, he instead replied with, “You’ll see.”

He hadn’t told you his idea to rail your brains out because he didn’t feel obligated to, but if he wanted to a) get his father off his ass and b) be a baby daddy by morning, he had quite the mission to accomplish. Besides, if he calculated the numbers correctly in his head, today was still within your fertility window. A later day in the schedule, but still a fertile time for his wife, nonetheless. This was the perfect time to focus on you, particularly since he wouldn’t be distracted by Mari for some time. Perhaps arriving early from Mexico wasn’t too much of a bad thing.

Tonight, the deed didn’t seem too difficult to do either, thanks to how provocatively you dressed. Since when did you wear off-the-shoulder mini dresses? Was this from your New York fashion haul three months back?

“It’d be nice if you could apologize to me first.”

Naoya froze with his glass by his mouth at your unanticipated comment. What were you even going on about? “Didn’t I already say sorry for not spending time with you?” This was what he meant by how ungrateful you were.

Curling your lips inward, you inhaled sharply. “That wasn’t what I was—”

When the conversation was unexpectedly interrupted by a buzzing at the table, Naoya reached for his phone only to be greeted with a blank screen. Rather, he looked up to see you wiping your hands and staring at your device, mirroring Naoya’s own confusion as your brows creased at an unsaved number.

“Spam,” you concluded and pushed the device away once the caller eventually reached voicemail. “What I was saying,” you began even as your face contorted momentarily with reluctance, “was that you never told me you were away from Japan. I didn’t even know where you were or when you would be back had I not called your secretary.”

Wow, that was what you wanted an apology for?

What an entitled brat.

Admittedly, Naoya should have texted you before he vanished into thin air, but a homemaker like you certainly had no business in his personal schedule. Had he truly had an investor conference to attend, Naoya was certain you would have been just as meddlesome, which was why he found the situation even more sardonic when you confirmed his suspicions by adding, “Sending me a text isn’t too difficult, you know.”

Just who the hell did you think you were?

Don’t think he had not noticed how confrontational you had been as of late, criticizing his actions and then dishing out instructions as though you were anywhere near the place to do so. This change from your typically submissive nature was uninvited, to say the least. Like, at the bare minimum, you could look at your own husband as you spoke, and Naoya wondered if your actions were simply a phase in the relationship or a reveal of the real you. Whatever the reason, he wanted his good and obedient wife back.

“Well then, my apologies." His eye twitched as he spoke, and nothing now could hide the contempt rising in his tone. “Next time, I’ll make sure my assistants send you my entire itinerary from when I sleep to when I use the restroom to—"

Naoya couldn’t even think through his annoyance because, at this point, your phone was ringing for what must be the third time and that irked him even further.

“Please!” he scoffed, his vexation bursting through his voice. “Just excuse yourself and pick that shit up, good lord!”

At least that much you listened to. You pardoned yourself, stepping away just as Naoya pinched the bridge of his nose. On the one date he finally organized with his wife, you just had to ruin his mood with your shit attitude and table manners. Fantastic.

After one long huff, Naoya swung around in his seat and caught the attention of a nearby waiter.

The fuming executive then pointed at his glass.

“Another shot, ASAP."

As much as you were guilty of self-deprecation, you were not masochistic enough to simply swallow your husband’s insults over dinner.

‘Sex, you motherfucking dimwit.’

Simply thinking back to that line sent tiny pricks to your chest.

Did Naoya really think that, just because he mumbled that to himself under his breath, you wouldn’t hear him? What made you even more upset was that, when you asked for an apology, he could not even recognize his wrongs. There was more that you hoped to confront him about, too—particularly about the rumors of his extramarital affairs—but you had half the mind to shut up given his splenetic fury.

Whoever called you, however, thankfully provided you with a reason for reprieve.

You rushed out of the main restaurant venue as you curiously stared at your phone, noticing the missed calls from an unknown number. When the same contact information appeared on your screen in its fourth ring, you pressed the ‘Accept’ button only for the other line to greet you first.

“I still have your dress, kiddo.”

Kiddo.

Only one person called you that.

“Choso?” you nearly shouted in disbelief, unintentionally garnering the attention of some bystanders.

“That’s me alright,” the therapist answered, his reply cool and composed as though he never questioned the fact that his hands landed on your phone number. “I was just about to give up on reaching you.”

Overwhelmed, you sighed. “Sorry, I’m rather busy at the moment.”

“Right, right,” he mulled, a faint rumble sneaking in his tone. Choso then clicked his tongue against his teeth, and you could almost picture the blasé manner in which he would recline in a seat as some shuffling echoed over the line, which would have normally been irrelevant until he added, “Well, I’m downstairs.”

“What?!” was your first reaction. Now, you were certainly getting weird stares. Downstairs, as in, where? “Are you in—”

“Yes, Shibuya. You’re at Cé La Vi right now, aren’t you? Take the elevator down to the first floor. My car’s parked right outside the building’s main doors. That Dolce & Gabbana outfit I made you change out of before the club, I didn’t have a chance to return that since you stormed out of the meeting last night.”

You shut your dropped jaw. “The dress I remember but,” your gaze then narrowed, “how do you know where I am?”

The call suddenly grew quiet, the lull stretching for what must be an hour as Choso carefully contemplated his next words. “When you’re in the right business,” he hinted darkly, no doubt making a reference to his underbelly occupation, “information isn’t hard to come by once you know the right people.”

An assassin with eyes all over the city, huh?

Well, that explained how he got your number as well, albeit you would not be surprised if he had dug through the therapist office’s database for that instead. Sometimes, you had to wonder how an upper-class lady like you got entangled with a man like him, but a five-minute round trip to the first floor could not possibly hurt, right?

“I’ll meet you, then,” you eventually replied and ended the call.

Catching the first elevator car down, you had no trouble spotting the iconic blue Corvette convertible that stood outside the building’s entrance. Upon your approach, Choso rolled down his window and stuck his head out. This evening, his jet-black strands were pulled back into one low ponytail rather than two, his prominent jawline appearing even sharper against the nighttime backdrop.

No wonder this man had a whole harem in the club.

“Hey,” he hummed as his inky eyes ran down your figure, his gaze lingering a little longer on your exposed collarbone before traveling down to your legs. “I like your style.”

At the compliment, you looked away, feeling a bizarre prickle in your stomach. “I’m on a dinner date.”

“With Naoya?” Given how the therapists have recently revealed their disdain for your husband, you were not surprised to see Choso grimace. “Why…would you do that to yourself?”

Great question. “He’s paying, so I can’t complain.”

Choso pressed his lips outward, nodding when he could not argue against that. “I see.”

During the silence that ensued, you clicked your heels together, too busy floundering in the burning presence of your companion that you almost forgot the reason you were here in the first place. “Do…you have my dress?”

Nonchalantly, the man pointed to the back with his thumb. “In the trunk. What? You’re in a rush or something?”

You nodded slowly. “Naoya doesn’t know I’m down here," you explained but, given the psychological pain that your husband had inflicted on you, there was no good reason for guilt to be tugging at your lungs.

Even Choso narrowed his eyes. “You’re going back to that asshole?”

Another great question.

Without saying much, Naoya already made clear that his intention with you tonight was grounded only in sexual gratification, that he viewed you as nothing beyond—as he had put it—‘a motherfucking dimwit.’ Despite the pain, you never failed to find a reason to crawl back to the husband that lashed at your heart.

“Naoya is already angry at me,” you eventually remarked, twirling the edges of your dress. “If I don’t get back...”

“Then what? Even more of a reason to ditch him, to be honest. Maybe that will teach him a lesson for all the times he left you.” Choso was not the type to talk much, but he inevitably had the uncanny ability to leave you dumbstruck once he did. Oblivious to your state (or not), he then casually adjusted the braided bracelet at his wrist. “Better things to do with your time than stay with him.”

Funny that your first instinct was to defend Naoya again. However, even if you were to dutifully return to your husband, he would internally welcome you with apathy, his only goal to leave you smitten as a kitten just so he would have a pussy to play with.

Abandoning Naoya also came with one other problem, though. “There isn’t much else for me to do.”

How pitiful was that?

Sure, you had a stack of invitations to various charity dinners and networking parties, but—even with all the riches and respect in the world—you found those events pretentious, repetitive, and dull.

You half-expected Choso to mock you. (Because, really, who were you to complain about first-world problems?) However, the man just paused slightly, a dash of sympathy running over his expression as he then motioned to the empty shotgun seat.

“I could take you out for a ride.”

Your brows shot up. Tempting. “Where to?”

“Since I’m free tonight, I was going to take myself somewhere by Tokyo Bay—one of my favorite spots around,” Choso explained as he ran both his hands through his hair. “Although, if you’re interested, I could show you the area, too.”

At the proposal, you tried not to smile too obviously. Who knew that a hardened part-time hitman actually had such a soft spot?

“Then I’d love to.”

Choso drove off the second you jumped into the Corvette, the convertible greeting you with its familiar ashy honeysuckle scents and a The Neighbourhood tune. With a long exhale, you sank into the red leather seat and stared out the window, watching the nearby scenery transform from skyscrapers to highway signs.

Quietly, you relished the soothing silence in the car that was a refuge from the charged cacophony over dinner, reflecting on the steps that brought you to this moment. What a twist of fate, how the man who had detested you weeks ago was now a warm beacon that offered light in the merciless sea, providing you more comfort than you'd like to admit.

When you unconsciously turned in his direction, you tried to not stare too obviously at the metal on his ears, the piercings gleaming as they caught beams from bypassing streetlamps. You might have had a rough start with Choso Kamo, but you still found him ridiculously attractive with his oversized white sweater and black jeans, hiding his athletic physique underneath.

“Need me to pull up Google Maps?” you asked upon realizing your extended ogling.

“No,” he shot back. “I know this city like the back of my hand.”

And Choso sure seemed like he did.

He was focused solely on driving, his palms clasped around the steering wheel as his fingers drummed to the bass of ‘Sweater Weather.’

This close to him, you noticed how his hands were rough and calloused—almost definitive sign of working out. Right where he rolled up his sleeves, veins also weaved beneath his forearm tattoos, the inked vines something you never had the chance to examine extensively either.

This time, you weren’t too discreet given that he caught your gaze. “What?”

Oops. “Nothing.”

You turned away to look ahead, trying to calm your frenzied heart by observing some uninteresting cars on the expressway. A proper lady like you knew better than to gawk at someone for a prolonged time, yet you still got caught red-handed. How embarrassing.

Slumping further into your seat, you pouted as your weird way in mitigating the internal humiliation. “Just…keep your eyes on the road.”

While Choso did as he was told, he held back a low chuckle. “And you could keep your eyes on me.”

“But I wasn’t—!" A complete lie, but you still shouted with flailing arms, defenses hopeless.

Yet, what really disarmed you was Choso’s faint smirk.

One minute, you were frustrated and flustered; the next, you were simply stunned at the amused tilt in his lips, all because his smile was so rare. There was something enchanting about the cocky way Choso grinned as he stepped on the accelerator, the maniacal gleam in his eyes as he stared ahead, the bright colors of the Tokyo evening that glittered behind him.

“Jesus, take the fucking wheel,” you muttered like a starstruck teenager.

“What’s wrong?” he asked harmlessly because this man definitely heard you over the music. He threw you a quick glance even as the smile on his lips stayed. “I mean, you could keep staring if you want to, bimbo. I won’t judge.”

Mouth opened to back talk, your ambitions immediately got cut short as Choso moved a hand from the steering wheel to your inner thigh. While you hid your gasp at the unexpected contact, you only hoped that he did not notice the way you tensed under his searing touch.

But Choso noticed, alright.

“Hm, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” Choso pressed again, his focus still on the lane as though he was not caressing you, massaging you, his thumb running in hypnotic circles centimeters away from the dull throb between your legs,

How he managed to maintain his composure in such a situation was a mystery given that you, unlike him, gripped hard at the side of your seat.

“Because…” you hissed after mustering all effort.

Then, you stopped.

How could you respond while completely distracted by the tightening in your stomach, practically holding your breath as his hand crept up higher? It was not helping that his fingers were so thick, that he had a small dagger printed by a knuckle, that his scent was reminiscent of burning maple leaves during a New England fall.

“‘Because…?’ Because what?” Choso asked, knocking your thoughts loose momentarily because he—on the other hand—did not miss your incomplete answer. His nails dug into your skin, nearly making you yelp at the incredible burn. “What’s the issue? I don’t remember you being this shy with the other therapists around.”

The steeliness that underlined his tone…

Was Choso still hung up about your frisky flings with Toji and Sukuna? Even though you should have never gotten sexually involved with them in the first place, you never would have thought that Choso would hold such a grudge.

In response, you cautiously observed his side profile. “Are…you jealous?”

He closed his eyes momentarily at the question, indescribable salaciousness etched on his lovely face, and he shuddered slightly. His eyes opened back as a sharpened glare, Adam’s apple bobbing as the result of a drawn-out swallow.

“Oh, baby,” he growled, and it was the backward tilt of his head that left your mind spinning, “you have no idea.”

Traveling beneath your dress, his hand roamed a little higher, then higher again, his pinky finger brushing at your panties’ seam such that if he decided to travel up any further, he might just feel how miserable and soaked you were.

Just hurt me, you begged silently, legs squeezing together subconsciously as you feel a delicious heat churning through your body, biting back a moan when Choso gripped hard at your thigh before smacking at the flesh.

“Harder,” you accidentally pleaded out loud, immediately clamping your hands over your mouth.

Unsurprisingly, your insanely handsome driver turned to you. When you met his gaze, you only wished that you hadn’t because Choso had a gaze that left you weak in the knees, the murky pool in his eyes enough to leave you whittled to a frantic and blubbering mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

“Well, I'm curious what your husband would say,” he interjected, debauchery bleeding in his tone, “when I send you home my handprints on your ass cheeks?”

Wow, that really took you aback.

“‘When?’” you bleated. Not ‘if?’

“Yes, ‘when,’” he confirmed with a hoarse thrum. His overflowing confidence clouded your head with something heady, something intoxicating. As much as you think you should tell Choso to stop, words were lodged in your throat once he forced your legs apart with one firm pull, and while you found pleasure in the pain, it was his next suggestion that sent sweet vibrations straight down your spine: “Because I wonder what would happen once I spread you over the car hood and took you right there.”

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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

★ L'APPEL DU VIDE ( on wattpad✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠) (佐野真一郎 )

New Addiction  𖥻  fluff Cigarettes are Shinichiro’s good ol’ addiction, but you might be the new one.

I wanna be yours  𖥻 older brother's best-friend troupe, fluff You have had a crush on your older brother's best friend for years now, Shinichiro Sano, the biggest loser there is to exist, but he shares the same pining for you?

𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 (𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝) (今牛 若狭) 

Forbidden  𖥻 yakuzal au, forbidden-love, angst Heirs of two Yakuza gangs, fall in love. Every time is supposed to be the last. The last meet, the last wound, the last kiss, but they can't get themselves to stop. After all, it is as they say: we love, what we cannot have.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲) ( 佐野 万次郎)

Manjiro Come down  𖥻 angst Manjiro! Manjiro! Manjiro! Come down! Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof?

𝐎𝐇𝐌♡𝐌𝐈!  𖥻 racer!au, fluff Racer!Mikey takes you on a date, a special one where he teaches you how to ride a bike

𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧 (𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧) ( 龍宮寺 堅)

Da-Da! 𖥻  fluff How Ken spends time with two of his favourite girls.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝) (場地圭介)

Too good for me  𖥻 mutual-comfort, fluff After getting in trouble with the police, Baji comes home to you beaten up and bruised and thinks he is not good enough for you.

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮) ( 明司 春千夜)

You're an angel, I'm a dog 𖥻 fluff, god-tier writing Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫) ( 半間 修二)

Two Birds on a wire 𖥻  fluff EEK! Your crush Hanma Shuji discovers your diary with your darkest confessions! How is he going to react?

The second Grim Reaper 𖥻 domestic!au, fluff Just when Hanma thought his life couldn’t get any better with you by his side, it did

𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋♡𝐕𝐄 𖥻 writer!au, gangster!au, yandere!, long-fic You are a small novelist, struggling for inspiration and ideas until you come across a charming gangster, called Hanma Shuji, who turns out to be your muse. Months later when your novel is published with him as the ML, the obsession only grows.

𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧 (𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞) ( 灰谷 蘭)

How Ran likes em' 𖥻 thriller, spicy tension You need to catch Ran Haitani’s attention at a casino, can you fit in the criteria of how ran likes em’?

Cliché' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing!)

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 (𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞) (灰谷 竜胆)

Harley-Quinn Syndrome 𖥻 thriller, spicy tension Who knew, dearest Y/N, The hunter you were hunting, that turned to your prey, was the hunter after all. You were the catch and he was the apex predator.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨 (𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) ( 松野千冬)

INSTAlove 𖥻 insta-love, fluff (Your instagram while dating Chifuyu)

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 (𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫) (羽宮一虎)

Sauve Moi 𖥻 angst This is reality, wake-up. No true-love's kiss can save a man who's demons make him hurt his beloved

CHARACTERS !

Cliché' get Closer (When the local 'bad boy' of your institution falls in love. There is a palpable tension that hangs tantalizingly amongst you. The universe plays its game to make the two of you, end up in compromising situations. Cliches that have your heart throbbing! Ft. HANMA and RAN)

Because I love you! (Koko, Kazutora and Izana's reaction to you confessing to them angrily.)

Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet (Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)-smau

Shark week! Mikey, Baji and Kakucho comforting you on your period)

You're an angel, I'm a dog (Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him. He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory. In the end, Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.)

GENERAL !

Big and Chunky!- (How being in a relationship with big beefy men is like! )

𝟑:𝟎𝟑 𝐀𝐌- (The hour of twilight  made him vulnerable. It made him crawl out of his shell and be who he really is.)

Characters and their romance tropes- (Assigning the characters popular romance book/ movie tropes. )

Auburn Lipstick- (Sure, it’s an important meeting, but it can wait. After all, how can he resist the charm of your lips clad in that beautiful auburn lipstick )

Baby I’m scared!- (Humans and Monsters are never meant to be together. The tales of monsters across and how they suffered a heartbreak )

⏜ ࣪ 𓄹𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮 ♥︎- (Hearts hammering, cheeks flushed. What do you do when you are on a kiss cam with your best friend you have a liking for?)

Serenade my senses- (How different characters smell like )

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘-𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 - (POV your man needs your help to get rid of the spider that dares intrude his bath, but you both end up getting scared.)

CHARACTERS!:

If we live 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱, let us die 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤' How being in a relationship with Racer!Mikey is like

The loyal dog and his toy ( How being in a relationship with Haruchiyo, aka the loyal dog, is like.)

Forever (How loving Mitsuya Takashi is like)

C꩜de Red! Headcanons of Yan!Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period

𝘓𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 Mitsuya Takashi with his super caring but powerful s/o

MENACE!  Being Baji’s chaotic bestie

MULTI!:

Y𖦹u give me butterflies, you kn𖦹w !?˖˙˙ - (Random things the trv boys do that give you butterflies)

Chaotic Tokyo revengers Headcanons 

Tokyo revengers as Yandere lovers 

The characters as things I have said 

Reaction to you getting/wanting a pet -(Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora and Mikey)

Serenade my Senses(How different characters smell like)

Incorrect quotes:

Swingset (Sanzu)

Tale as old as time~ (Toman founders)

Y/N's Seat (Hanma/Kisaki)

L'appel du vide ( on wattpad✔️) (Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! With no memories of what transpired two days before his death, you team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?)

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[samatedeansbroccoli]

IMPORTANT: DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN WATTPAD'S OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST

I won't waste your time: it's a scam. And as someone who participated in the contest on its debut and loved participating in it, this year's contest is nothing but a horror show waiting to happen.

If you don't want to know the reason behind it, that's all you need to know! Feel free to keep scrolling. If you'd like to know more about what's going on with Wattpad, please continue reading.

This post does not have a break due to the potential severity of the contest.

What is the Open Novella Contest?

The Open Novella Contest (ONC) is a yearly Wattpad event in which writers are tasked with writing a story between 20K-40K words in 12 weeks, basing their story around a set number of prompts created by Wattpad. For the past five years, the ONC has been received well among the Wattpad community, with tens of thousands participating. Some of the stories would later be sent/picked up by publishing companies, and with Wattpad's recent Premium update, authors are allowed to publish their stories through Wattpad.

So what's wrong with that?

Well, it should have been nothing. Previously, there was wrong with participating and having fun. This year, however, Wattpad decided they'd change the rules up, the first change being that mature stories are no longer allowed. Wattpad has always had strict guidelines regarding mature stories, and yet the platform is also a hotspot for mature stories. Previously, this was fine as long as it didn't break creative legal rules (ex. pornography) , This year, any mature story is likely to be disqualified from the contest.

But that's not the fun part, the publicity grant is:

Straight from Wattpad's rules:

Entry in the Contest constitutes permission for [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees to use each entrant's and Prize Winners' Entries, as well as entrant's name, [Wattpad account] or other social media handle or ID, biological information, address (city and state) and likeness, for advertising and promotional purposes, in any manner, in any and all media now or hereafter devised, worldwide, in perpetuity, without further compensation, notification, or permission, except where prohibited by law and as otherwise provided herein. The preceding expressly includes, without limitation, any video associated with any winning Entry.

That's a lot to read, so let's break it down:

"Entry in the Contest constitutes permission for [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees to use..."

By entering the contest, Wattpad and others associated with the contest can...

"...each entrant's and Prize Winners' Entries..."

Every entry is now Wattpad's and you don't have control over your own work.

"...as well as entrant's name, [Wattpad account] or other social media handle or ID, biological information, address (city and state) and likeness..."

Wattpad may use your real name (might not be preferred), your Wattpad name, your social medias, your birth date, your gender, your address, and all things needed to sign up for a Wattpad account...

"...for advertising and promotional purposes..."

Wattpad will use all of the above for "promotional purposes."

"...in any manner, in any and all media now or hereafter devised, worldwide, in perpetuity..."

Your name, address, social medias, and all others will be advertised freely and you'll have no control on which corners of the world it will reach.

"...except where prohibited by law and as otherwise provided herein."

If there's a law that will stop advertising, congrats. Your name, address, social medias, and all others won't get promoted there.

"The preceding expressly includes, without limitation, any video associated with any winning Entry."

Wattpad allows writers to add a video to your chapter which can help set the tone of the chapter. Basically, they're saying here that if you put Billy Joel's "Piano Man" with your writing, they don't care about the copyright. They'll still promote the story, which also breaks copyright rules in the music department. And if the company behind "Piano Man" decides to sue, the author takes the blow.

It doesn't stop there: let's talk Intellectual Property (aka copyright):

Straight from Wattpad again:

Each Prize Winner grants to [Wattpad Corp.] Sponsor and its designees the exclusive, irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide, royalty-free, transferable, sublicenseable right and license to use, perform, exhibit, reproduce, and/or otherwise exploit their winning Entry in any manner and in any and all distribution channels, venues or media no known or hereafter devised, without further notice or any compensation to entrant. The preceding grant of rights is subject to any rights retained by a social media operator in its social media platform. Each Prize Winner further waives any "Moral Rights of Authors" or similar natural rights of ownership they may have in user content. Each Prize Winner further agrees, upon Sponsor's request and without compensation of any kind, to execute any additional documents so as to effect, record, or perfect the grant of rights contemplated by this subsection.

By participating, entrants acknowledge that Sponsor may be working on or receive other Entries (or Sponsor's employees or third party independent contractors may create materials on their own), that are similar to identical in theme, format or other respects to that summited by entrant. By submitting an Entry, Sponsor does not waive any rights to use similar or related ideas previously known to Sponsor or developed by its employees, or obtained from sources other than entrant. Sponsor shall not have any liability to entrant for any direct, indirect, contributory, vicarious, secondary or other infringement or protection of any copyright in or to entrant's Entry.

I doubt anyone actually read that, so let's do a quick break down. First paragraph says that under the "Moral Rights of Authors," all winners (there are 5) give up the rights to their story upon winning. Wattpad may use the money earned off their work, which may be promoted at various venues or websites without he author's consent, to their own. The author receives nothing out of this.

Second paragraph says that any entrant gives up the rights to their story, and their work can be plagiarized. Paramount Pictures has already been called out for stealing Wattpad author's stories and turning them into original series, and this is basically saying the same thing. Because the work must be original, there are no legal liabilities for franchises to deal with.

It gets worse: Liability rules

Again from Wattpad (this was all in caps but for the sake of my sanity, I wrote it in normal writing)

Entrants hereby hold the released parties harmless from and against any third-party claim arising from use of the entry, including without limitation any claim arising out of or in connection with copyright, trademark, rights of publicity or privacy or false endorsement. Released parties are not responsible for lost, late, damaged, misdirected, illegible, incomplete, delayed, inaccurate, garbled, stolen or mutilated entries, or for any computer, online, telephone or technical malfunctions, delays or human errors that occur in the processing, transmission or receipt of entries, or for inaccurate transcription of entry information, or for entries that are stolen, misdirected, garbled, lost or delayed by computer transmissions, or if for any reason, the contest is not capable of being conducted as planned, including but not limited to infection by computer viruses, bugs, tampering, unauthorized intervention, fraud, technical failures, or other causes. Released parties are not responsible for incorrect or inaccurate entry information whether caused by internet users or by any of the equipment or programming associated with or utilized in the contest or by any technical or human error that may occur in the processing of the entries in the contest.

No one wants to read that either so here's the summary: If your work is damaged, hacked, deleted (by you, someone else, or Wattpad), or Wattpad straight up lost it (as the site sometimes does), Wattpad is not responsible and will not compensate you for the loss of your work.

So, to close this out, here's a kicker: the prizes

Remember how I said there were 5 winners? That's a lie, there's only 2 who get prizes. First place gets a year long Wattpad membership ($60 USD) with a professionally designed cover, and 2nd place get a month long Wattpad membership ($5 USD). Past years had 5 winners with real money compensation, as well as help getting their stories published with a professionally designed cover.

If that isn't enough to convince you to stay away, then by all means do enter the contest. But if you're disgusted by what you've just read, please, by all means...

STAY. AWAY.

[meowiemari]

-“She’s so Amazing I couldn’t even remember my real name”

•Fluff

Ok so I made sure to take my time for this so it gets better and more detailed( cause I want to make someone cry). I hope you love it!!!

Warning: Curses,Insecurities, embarrassing Spencer Reid, and some BAU girls adorable moments. I’d like to say thanks to the anon for being so sweet and kind!! Hope you like it!!

Please tell me if there’s any errors.

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“Do you know her name?”

“Yes it’s (Y/N) (L/N). She works at the bookstore I tried out when the other had too many people and that’s when I saw her wonderful presence.”

“How pretty is she?!?!”

“Enough to be out of my damn league.” He muttered.

“FUCKING.REID!!!”

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How did a girl advice with Reid, JJ, Penelope, and Emily come to being an interrogation?

Well simple.

Spencer’s favorite bookstore decided to be filled with people due to new popular books and as introvert he is, he was not going to deal with people. So instead of waiting, he goes to look for another store that could have the new books published for him to read. He finds one not too far from his, but it’s smaller and more old fashioned.

The sign says “Hamilon”. Simple but strange at the same time. The old fashioned has some benches outside but they’re small for one person each to sit on.

When he walks in, he’s greeted with the smell of raspberries. Like those bath and body work’s scents that you plug around the outlets of the room, cause he sees about five in every outlet. He’s even greeted with the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on that he might die happily right there.

“Welcome!! Is there anything you need?”

Her voice is like music. A song he can play on repeat every day and let his hearing store her voice where he can play it again and again.

Her presence is so beautiful, he thanks Aphrodite for making her 100% successful with beauty. Her hair is so cute in a braid. Her eyes are so enchanting that he’s lost in them. He was in a love spell.

Until someone’s hand was waving at his face.

“Sir? Are you ok? You alright? Are you sick or something?”

“I-um w-wanted to look f-for a n-new book f-from the o-other s-store.”

“Oh? Well I can show you sir!!!”

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That’s where this happened. He quickly got out of the store when he went around the block and ask Penelope for advice, to which she answer sure since he only said that.

He went to her house and told her everything, and leads to her calling Emily and JJ too.

So this is what’s happening right now.

“Ok ok Penelope the Cupid is gonna save the day!! Get to know her as in her favorite books, likes, hobbies, and ask her out on a cute date and get to know her enough to be interested. It’s really important to show her love and affection.”

“Then be yourself so that she knows to like you by who you are, so then she’ll know what she likes about you!!” JJ adds.

“Also don’t rush it. Give her time until your certain she likes you back, then go confess and you’ll live happily ever after.” Emily adds last.

“Did you get all that Loverboy genius?”

If he’s honest, no.

“Let me clarify all of what you guys said in one small paragraph. Get to know her and be myself, then take my time until she shows signs of liking me back and confess. Am I right?”

They all nodded.

“What if she doesn’t like me back? What if she likes me only as a freind and not some boyfriend that’s not good enough—“

He didn’t even finish until Penelope hit him hard with a magazine.

“OW W-what—“

“Listen here and listen well 187!! I’ve known you since you couldn’t even look at strangers in the eyes and couldn’t even make a flirt on a girl. You were so scared and shy, but you kissed one of the most popular hot woman, took care of your mother, always put so much effort on everything, and always looked out for your family. Just being yourself and being the greatest genius in the FBI makes you Doctor Spencer Reid; the badass genius with the IQ of 187, reads 20,000 words per minute, knows so much about what is in his brilliant mind, does magic out of his own bare hands, and even tries his best to protect the ones that don’t deserve to suffer through the hell that the world gave them.”

If no one was showing tears, it’s all three of them. Spencer deserve so much. How can he say he’s not good enough? The whole BAU know how much Spencer deserves to have someone to love, to reply on, to hold when the most horrible events can happen, and to spend the rest of his life with. Derek knows that he doesn’t need to be like him to get someone. Spencer is wonderful just the way he his.

Spencer is lucky to even find these incredible people just by the one man that believed in him.

“If you say your not good enough, I will shower you with fucking love and kindness, and you will like it.”

JJ walks to him, hand on his shoulder to comfort him with a pat.

“If you say she’s wonderful, I don’t know why you think she won’t like you for what and who you are.”

Letting a small grin, he stands up.

“I will get to know her. Thanks guys.”

Leaving to the door of the apartment, the girls sit and relax.

“So you gonna tell Morgan he owes you 50 dollars for being the first one for Spencer to ask girl advice?”

“Hell yes I am. The look of betrayal of that handsome face when he finds out.”

She lets out a breath.

“My precious little chocolate thunder lost the bet he made.”

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Hope you love it!!! I had time to finish it since I can’t be up after 9:00 (for school) so I’m waiting until 11:00 to use the bathroom :/

Sorry if it’s not good, but I tried!!!

I wanna say thank you to the people who followed me and thanks to the amazing writers that I started to chat with,follow, and read their incredible stories and fanfics for being fantastic!!!!

It’s short but later I’ll make longer stuff.(this reminds me of WattPad)

[deardragonbook]

Editing and Levels of Editing

Before I begin, I wrote this whole thing out this morning, pressed save as draft and guess what post did not save as a draft? Yeah. So if it feels a bit more dry or to the point than my usual posts, I apologize. And if you prefer it like that, tell me, because I’m great at accidentally losing drafts! 

This post isn’t about how I edit (I’m sure I’ll do that eventually), it’s more about how much I edit and specifically how that changes depending on what I’m writing. 

So I measure how much I edit by drafts a lot of the time, but that isn’t entirely accurate because there are drafts and then are drafts. When I’m writing a book, I write a first draft, I write it carelessly and without looking back, then I start over for my second draft. That’s what I’m going to refer to as a solid draft, when I write the whole thing out again. 

For my third draft onwards I’ll usually be editing the second draft, editing could involve cutting out whole paragraphs and writing them again, but I’m not starting from zero. This is what I will call a soft draft. 

Now, organized from most to least drafts: 

1.- A to be sold book. At this time, that’s just Dear Dragon and the next books coming up in that series. People pay money to read this, so it has to be good. And what each person considers good can be relative, for me, it’s generally around seven to nine drafts. Two solid drafts and the rest soft drafts. My first book took me about twoooo yeeeears (voice full of hesitation), technically three but with long hiatuses in between and… it’s a mystery for the ages, I’ll be honest. The point is, lots of editing, lots of work. Obviously you aren’t going to put as much time into every work you do. 

2.- A not be sold book. So, because I’m one hundred per cent incapable of doing a single project at a time, sometime after my beta readers received Dear Dragon, I started to write another shorter novel, it was an idea I’d had running through my head for about two years or so, and I just wanted it out. 

I knew this wasn’t going to be anywhere near the quality of Dear Dragon, if only because I was nowhere near as in love with the idea. So as to not put pressure on myself I thought, I’ll upload it to Wattpad, it’s a social media site for writing, maybe I can get my writing noticed a bit before publishing my actual novel… 

I’ll do a post about the different social media sites and being an author on social media at a later date. Once I feel like I know what I have to say because… I have a lot to say. 

But anyway, it’s going to be free, but it’s still a proper little stand alone micro-novel. How many drafts? Three. In my case, three. It was a solid first draft, solid second and soft third draft. It took me about a year with long hiatuses in between because as said previously, it just wasn’t high on my priority list. 

It’s complete from today (if I’m doing the maths right because I don’t publish these on the same day I write them)! Check it out. 

I recommend binging it because that’s how you get the most out of the small details. 

3.- Chaptered stories that don’t stand alone. I actually have two stories that fit into this category: Oppida Institute for Reformation and Love, Coffee and Dragons. They are both prequel series to my main book series Dear Dragon. 

Now, I do less editing in these then I will a not for sale novel, BUT, I do a lot more plot related editing. What do I mean by that? I spent a lot of time double checking timelines, maps, general continuity. See, because this takes place before the main series, a lot of it affects the main series, so I have to be cautious not to make any mistakes. 

In both I do a solid first draft and a soft draft, in this soft draft I mainly work on catching any grammar mistake, touch up on fluidity and double check timelines and maps. 

For Love, Coffee and Dragons I write my first draft in word and then edit it another day in Hemingway. 

For Oppida Institute for Reformation I will export it from word to my iPad, edit it by hand and then go to Hemingway to pass those edits on. This means I read through my draft about three times instead of two. Mainly because the plot elements affect the main series more than Love, Coffee and dragons which is, what I call an emotional support story (I’ll probably do a post about what I mean by that… later). 

These both probably take me a couple of weeks for each Act, which will be somewhere between five and fifteen chapters. I upload each chapter once a week so. That works well. 

4.- One-Shots. I do plenty of quick one-shots, Market Day or Photos that follow my book’s main character as a child. Night Out which follows one of the old kings. And every article up on my web. 

Because everything I just mentioned is in the universe of Dear Dragon (beginning to think I need to branch out a bit) my editing is mostly double checking everything is properly placed on the timeline (guess I should do a post about how I write and keep track of the timelines, huh?). I revise grammar but don’t tend to go over fluidity as much as the other stories. 

Because there one-shots are usually low stakes and more just an exploration of something simple, such as the terrifying feeling of not knowing where your parents are at the market, they usually are written and edited the same day or not long after. 

5.- Blog Posts. So, this. Before here I used to do some writing tip posts on my site, I also have my personal tumblr where I usually ramble on about existentialism and whatever comes to mind. For these posts I write them (solid first draft) and then I read them over, add in links, make things bold and try to catch as many typos as possible. I probably don’t catch all of them and often click edit if I spot one. 

But that’s fine, because I’m trying to upload one a day, so it’s not supposed to be this high quality experience. It’s just me trying to share the most useful bits and bobs from my own experience. 

This takes me probably an hour or so depending a lot on the article. 

So, did you get anything out of this post? I’d not heard anybody talk about the difference in effort you put into different works and thought it might be interesting, but in retrospect maybe nobody talks about it because it’s precisely the opposite. You tell me! Feedback and criticism helps me know what I should be putting more time into. 

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Dessert (Severus Snape)

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Introduction:

It’s Severus Snape’s birthday, and his girlfriend promises him an extra present later. He chooses to have dessert… But even that he can’t have in peace.

Happy birthday to our favourite Potions Master!🥳🎂🎁

This is a request from an anon. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy!

Published: 1/9/2023

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Word count: 1.1k

Warning: SMUT (18+ - minors DNI!)

Today is Monday, but not just any ordinary Monday. It’s the ninth of January - Severus Snape’s birthday. He used to not think much of this day, but ever since meeting Y/N Y/L/N during his student days at Hogwarts, things changed. They became friends in their first year and started dating in their fifth. Ever since then, they have been together. And he couldn’t ask for more.

When Severus became the youngest teacher at Hogwarts, Y/N decided to show him some support and applied for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Headmaster Dumbledore granted it so the two lovebirds could be together every day.

Severus hates his job, but it’s definitely more tolerable with Y/N by his side. If she didn’t work here as well, he would have gone crazy a long time ago. The dunderhead students truly make his life a living hell… Only Y/N is there to restore his sanity after a long day of teaching these imbeciles.

Right now, Severus barely wants to get out of bed. However, a knock on the door forces him to do so. He grumbles to himself before reluctantly leaving the comfortable warm bed and walks towards the door. When he forces the door open, he’s looking into his girlfriend’s beautiful eyes.

“Y/N… How glad I am that it’s you and not some dunderhead” he mutters.

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If you liked this, you might also like Snape’s Birthday (TKOTD: Severus Snape x Muggle! reader)!

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition!

Thanks so much for the tag, @blitheringmcgonagall​ and @the-dream-team​! 💙💙💙 I was really hoping to get to do this one lol

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How many works do you have on AO3

300 (though I’ve yet to post 8 fics from my backlog there)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1 281 330

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three. SessKag (Inuyasha), Jily (Harry Potter) and IchiRuki (Bleach)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

If I did the REAL top 5 fics by Kudos it would be all SessKag and my answers overall are very SessKag heavy as is so I went with top 2 SessKag, top 2 Jily and top 1 IchiRuki instead.

1. Life After Loss

This was not the happily ever after Kagome had always dreamt about. This could not be happening to her, not after everything they had gone through... She never knew that her whole world could screech to a complete halt in a blink of an eye.

SessKag, M, Chapter Fic, 98k words

2. Stranger Than Fiction

The books have been all the craze recently, boasting an epic adventure set in the chaos of Sengoku Jidai. Kagome has steered clear from them; she has spent quite enough time dwelling in the past as is. However, when her roommate and a die-hard fan  of the book series laments the latest plot twist, Kagome realises that the accursed books might be hitting even closer to home than she ever suspected. 

SessKag, T, One Shot, 913 words

3. #Jily

Twitter seemed awash with the hashtag Jily. Lily blinked at in confusion, until she realised it was one of those silly couple monikers people had  bestowed on her and Potter. …Though there was a small dissenting crowd following a tweet from Potter’s bandmate Sirius Black: Jily? Hah! More like LAMES. 

Jily, G, One Shot, 2,991 words

4. Much Tweeting About Crushing

James has a hopeless crush on his neighbour and tweets about it, which is fine. Until Evans follows him. 

Jily, T, One Shot, 3,050 words

5. Miscalculation

Rukia planted her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers. “I want my brother to think we’re dating so I can get him off my back.” Ichigo scoffed at her. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” 

IchiRuki, T, Two Shot, 1,820 words

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes and no? 😅 For a long time I had a policy that I’d reply to comments if I had something more to say than just “thanks”.

Nowadays I reply to nearly every comment I get on AO3. I feel if the people bother to take the time to comment, the least I can do is thank them and I’ve made some friends in the comment section along the years too. But all that said... since I went on my hiatus I haven’t really been replying to my comments on Dokuga much, the clunky reply system there makes it feel like a big hassle which makes it feel draining. 😅

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, Probably either Foil (SK) or Vagary (SK)?

... And I just realised Vagary is another one I never posted on AO3 argh when will the backlog end???

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably Life After Loss, all things considered. 💙

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve never written proper crossover, i.e. characters from different series interacting but I’ve written crossover fusions i.e. charas from series 1 in the setting of series 2, such as Disney AUs etc.

The craziest one would be probably the SessKag Star Wars AU because I’m not a Star Wars fan and know very little of it but it was requested so... 🙈

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got Anon hate at one point from an anti-shipper on my IchiRuki fic on FFnet, it was wild. 🤣

And maybe not as far as hate but the notorious plot twist on Chain of Love (SK) was very much criticised to the point where even years later when I got a comment notification for Chain I would inwardly flinch. 😅

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don’t.

I have written and will write a sex scene if the story requires it (most recently in Do I Remind You Of Somewhere You Wanna Be, SK). But they are never explicit in nature, I’m not naming genitals or anything lol. The thing is, if I have to write sex I want to keep it... tasteful, for the lack of a better word. So a term like smut, with connotation to dirtiness would never apply to my writing.

(Back in the day, because I don’t write explicit scenes I did not consider my sex scenes “lemons” either. Which is why I’m still cackling about the fact that Chain once won the 1st place award for a best lemon scene.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, I have. Chain was posted on Wattpad without my knowledge or permission. It is wild having to file a DMCA over a fanfic. 😂

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Some of my SessKag one shots have been translated to Spanish, I believe!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve tried, with a close IRL friend of mine, but as our attempts never got very far I wouldn’t say I really have. 😅

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oof, that’s a tough one. Maybe IchiRuki?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Probably the Bodyguard AU (JL) and the Shotgun AU (JL)? I love both of these stories a lot but I’m very much in the beginning with them and both are ideas I’ve had for years yet have never really been able to actively work on?

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I feel my writing style leans towards short and simple so it’s easily approachable? I think I’m pretty good with dialogue. Sometimes, I can do a lot with very few words. And I think I’m fairly good at slipping in little details or giving a sense of backstory, even if it’s a short one shot?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I suffer from a perpetual lack of motivation that I try to combat with having a writing routine. I’m slow to update because unless I’m inspired which never happens or am on a deadline crunch I am perfectly comfortable just adding 300-500 words to my WIP and calling it a day. I loathe editing so I rarely do much else than a cursory proofread before posting.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

My initial thought is why? 😂 I mean I guess I don’t mind but I feel using another language in the fic should be justified and done in moderation. Personally, I probably wouldn’t write dialogue in another language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay so the first fic I ever actually wrote/published was a 2nd gen arranged marriage fic for The Belgariad and The Malloreon, my favourite book series growing up. The fic, which fizzled out after 2 or so chapters, was deleted years ago lol

SessKag came second. 😉

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

*vaguely gestures at the 300+ fics* It’s pretty much impossible to choose among my children but if you put a gun to my head I’ll say Life After Loss.

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