#i remember saying in my last fic smth like im taking a break from smut unless smth possess me or wtv and ig smth did possess me!

[allfortzu]

look here (look at me)

-- dahyun / tzuyu, 1.3k. smut // top!tzuyu // MEN DNI

tzuyu's just a little too tempting, too distracting.

dahyun has never been more exhausted in her life. 

she's hunched over her desk, cheek pressed into the hardwood and trying, for the nth time, to convince herself that studying for her finals would be more worth it than doing anything else in the world right now. 

she mustn't look very convinced, because tzuyu comes up behind her, worried.

“are you okay?” 

dahyun manages a tired smile. if there was anything that could convince her to hang in there a little longer, it would undoubtedly be tzuyu. 

“don’t worry.” 

tzuyu seems to see right through her, unfortunately. “you need a break, hyun.” 

while dahyun appreciates the kind reminder, she knows she has to push the temptation aside.

she sighs, straightening up again. “you know that won't be productive.” 

“but you've been studying all day,” tzuyu pouts. “and it's one am already.” 

she places her gentle hands on dahyun's shoulders, rubbing lightly and easing the tension between dahyun's joints. 

dahyun moans unconsciously, head lolling back. she's never quite been able to resist tzuyu's massages.  

her eyes flutter close as she continues, mind drifting. “mhm… well, if you have any other ways to help me learn eight chapters in a day…” 

her words trail off, and she assumes this is the end of the discussion, but perhaps she'd been too careless with her reactions, because the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, and dahyun knows immediately what it means. 

“i know a thing or two that could help with something else,” tzuyu hums lowly, a titillating lilt in her voice. 

dahyun's cheeks flush. 

she stammers to find a response, but her breath halts when tzuyu pulls her chair back, turning her seat around languidly. 

dahyun tries to protest, she really does. 

“i should– ” 

but her mouth goes dry again when tzuyu kneels in between her legs, lidded eyes trained on hers all the while. 

“relax, baby,” tzuyu teases. 

she slips her thumb beneath the waistband of dahyun's sweats, tugging, but only ever so slightly – a small taste of what's to be desired. 

dahyun's stomach flips, and her heart beats so quickly she feels warmth spread right up to her fingertips. 

more often than not, it has always been her taking the lead – not to dominate, certainly not; but simply to give and to pleasure – because making tzuyu happy made her happy. 

she's never considered – never even thought to consider – that tzuyu could want to lead; or, more importantly, that she herself would enjoy it so much, even if they've barely done anything much yet.  

tzuyu looks up expectantly. 

dahyun’s heart beats so quickly she wonders how she was ever able to resist at all. 

“p-please,” she whispers, hesitant at the unfamiliarity but much too turned on to refuse.

tzuyu lets out a satisfied sound. she tugs on dahyun's waistband again, and dahyun knows enough to lift her hips for her. 

“that's it,” tzuyu coos. 

her eyes have long left dahyun's, now looking over the damp spot on dahyun's panties while she bites her lips absent-mindedly. she pushes the fabric aside with a finger, and dahyun's so wet it almost has to be peeled off, completely drenched in slick and arousal. 

dahyun keeps her gaze on anything else but the sight of tzuyu blown out eyes, face hot at how a few steps of foreplay could rouse her that much. 

tzuyu lifts a brow, amused at the sticky hot substance already coating her finger. 

“want me to help with that, unnie?” 

dahyun's breath hitches. “tzu. anything, please.”

“mhm, alright,” tzuyu giggles. 

she tugs dahyun's panties down then, taking it off completely along with dahyun's sweats. when she reclaims her place between dahyun's legs, she lifts dahyun's knees over her shoulders.

dahyun gasps, suddenly pulled forward in her seat. “oh, fuck.” 

tzuyu's so close that dahyun can feel her breath on her centre, and her stomach starts clenching already at the minimal stimulation.

“you like this?” tzuyu chuckles. 

she lays a cheek against dahyun's inner thigh, looking up with feigned innocence, though her lustfully hooded eyes tell a very different story. 

‘n-need you,” dahyun whimpers.

she feels her embarrassment grow as her own wetness pools incessantly on the seat, yet she almost considers throwing all her pride aside to start begging stupidly when she sees tzuyu lick her lips. 

“i've never seen you like this before, unnie,” tzuyu muses. 

she presses feather light kisses to dahyun's thigh, but the languidness burns like a sting when dahyun's so desperate to be touched properly she could go mad. 

tzuyu drawls on, punctuating her words slowly. 

“it’s really– ” she says with a kiss. “ – really– ” then kisses again. “ – really– ” and another final kiss to dahyun's thigh. “ – cute.” 

dahyun's legs clamp a little more with every kiss, and by now, she's trapped tzuyu in between her legs, her heels digging into tzuyu's back and pulling her in instinctively. 

“tzuyu, tzuyu,” dahyun breathes out, nearly whining. “you-your mouth, please. please don't tease.” 

the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, pleased. 

“of course, unnie. i did say i'd help, didn't i?” 

it's another tease; an embarrassing one, at that, when dahyun had been so insistent on resisting but was now begging like nothing mattered more in the world than having her girlfriend touch her; yet she can barely find half a mind to care when tzuyu finally puts her mouth to work, kissing her clit and sucking deliciously, and it makes dahyun whine so much all the sounds get caught in her throat and she loses her voice momentarily, managing nothing more than soft whimpers and cries. 

dahyun tangles a hand in tzuyu's hair, keeping her in place as her grip tightens around the armrest. 

“tzu, tzuyu, please– just like that, please don't stop,” she keeps mewling, vocabulary dwindling down to only tzuyu's name and anything else that would get her to keep going. 

tzuyu stutters a little, and dahyun wants to beg her to maintain the rhythm, but her mind goes white and she forgets whatever complaints she'd had when she feels tzuyu's fingers coming in between her folds, gathering her arousal thoroughly so she could thrust her fingers into her. 

“tzuyu!”

dahyun's hips jolt, and this time she's the one who stutters, head thrown back as her whimpers break into sharp whines. tzuyu only has to suck on her clit once more for dahyun to completely fall apart, faster than she ever has before, quickly coming undone around tzuyu's fingers and mouth as she sobs tzuyu's name incoherently. 

tzuyu tries to prolong the pleasure as best she can, but there's only so much she can do after dahyun starts pushing her away, whining with sensitivity. she settles with pressing her palm over dahyun's tummy, rubbing gently until dahyun stops shaking. 

“oh my god, tzuyu,” dahyun finally pants. she lays her hand over tzuyu's, blissed out. 

tzuyu laughs and rises from her knees to give dahyun a chaste kiss. “how was that?” 

dahyun curls her arms around tzuyu's neck, coaxing her in so she could rest her forehead on her shoulder. tzuyu responds in kind, adrenaline helping her pick dahyun up into her arms. 

she brings dahyun to their bed, and dahyun almost immediately pulls her in for another kiss once they hit the sheets. 

“you should top more,” dahyun murmurs. 

tzuyu grins, and dahyun watches as the lust returns to tzuyu's eyes, alluring all over again, both most definitely as into the idea as each other.  

“that was nothing… but i recall someone wanting to study more?” tzuyu teases.

laid nearly bare under tzuyu, head still dizzy from her previous orgasm; dahyun tries, for the nth time, to convince herself that studying for her finals would be more worth it than doing anything else in the world right now. 

but when tzuyu peppers kisses down her neck, nipping lightly and sneaking her fingers underneath her shirt, dahyun decides – ah, fuck it. 

“i can study tomorrow – i want you more.”

these many fics in a month?? almost reminds me of last year when i'd procrastinate from studying sm (lol) by writing fics (not lol) which is why i wrote so many fics so quickly then 💀 (don't worry, my academics were not effected! procrastinate responsibly! don't be like this fic 🙅‍♀️) i must give credit to this drabble @nr1chaedickrider sent to my ask box -- consider it a remastered ver, maybe! (done with permission!)

and yay top!tzu :)

thank you so much for reading this, and thank you for interacting if you did -- it is very appreciated!

[heavenbarnes]

hi!! i’ve never done this before but id like to request a sydney adamu x femreader :) like maybe with the reader being a new sous chef at the bear or old culinary school crush or smth along those lines haha or literally any other ideas u might have!! there’s an unfortunate lack of sydney fics in general so i’ll rly take anything lol. also LOVED the one you wrote recently (im losing it lately) i have been re-reading it over and over again omfg

Already better for knowing you

Sydney Adamu x female reader

Warnings/Contains: swearing, syd is so fucking awkward, carmy is a meddling shithead, mature themes (involving fruit), beginnings of a praise kink, no actual smut (can you believe it?!)

Thank you so much for requesting this, I thoroughly enjoy writing for Syd! Also sorry that I always write her the same way (awkward-lesbian-munch) but I genuinely think that’s how she��d be. Also cannot believe you’ve read my work multiple times! I didn’t know if you wanted this to be smut so I only hinted, but lemme know if you want more. Anyways, hope you like this!

Sydney and Carmy had to have the difficult talk.

With the success of The Bear, how much it had taken off with their hard work, it was time to bite the bullet.

They needed more hands in the kitchen.

Experienced hands, they needed someone that Syd could rely on. She could give an order and that person would follow.

She needed a sous chef.

They put up the ad and, sure enough, they had a number of chefs in for the interview. They were keen, mostly young, hungry for the chance to break out into their first kitchen.

Both Syd and Carm knew you had to start somewhere but they both really needed the experience, the trust, the reliability.

Their last day of interviews rolled through and Sydney couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness creeping in her chest. Last day of interviews and still no closer to a new sous.

Were they being too picky?

As she shuffled her papers of interview questions and old CVs, she watched Carmy scratch the back of his neck as he read over the last applicant’s details.

“Well, she sounds good on paper.”

Syd couldn’t help the snort she let out, elbows on the table and head resting in her hands. “They’ve all sounded good on paper.”

Carmy shrugged his shoulders at that, but nevertheless sat down beside his chef de cuisine still reading over the paper.

“Says she’s worked in a couple restaurants, out of state- she’s only recently moved to Chicago.”

Syd listened to him speak, trying to find herself a little bit more excited at the prospects.

“Graduated from the CIA, experienced with-“

That perked her up a bit, knowing it was a long shot with the number of campus locations and students that came and went from the institute.

But there was still a small chance.

“What’s her name?” She turned to read the paper over Carmy’s shoulder as the sound of the door opening filled the space.

It all happened so quickly.

The door opened.

Carmy said your name.

You appeared before her.

Still as beautiful as the last time she saw you.

As if she could forget that day, for a few reasons. One, it was graduation, obviously she was going to remember it. Two, well, you were there.

If anyone cared enough to ask, she could tell them what you wore. The way your smile shone under the stage lights. The way you smelt as you hugged her and wished her the best.

Sometimes, when things got quiet, she’d play that moment over in her head.

Sydney thought she might’ve been dreaming when she saw you striding across the auditorium right towards her. You smiled, bright smile, hand coming up to give her a quick wave.

She’d even looked over her shoulder, trying to find out who you were even waving at. By the time she looked back towards you, you were smiling harder and giggling a little.

“Yes, that was for you.” You’d teased, making a heat grow on Syd’s cheeks.

“Yeah- yeah, I knew that.”

Your smile turned into a smirk as you nodded knowingly. “Course you did.”

Then you both stood there quietly, Sydney couldn’t really focus when you were dressed like this. Granted, it was just your chefs whites, but she couldn’t deny you wore the hell out of them.

You’d been wearing them nearly every day, and it still took her breath away every time she saw you. She didn’t even notice you were speaking until you shifted to get into her eye line.

“Sorry- what was that?”

“I said I’ll miss seeing you in the kitchen.”

Syd nodded, earnestly, face softening as she spoke. “I don’t think I’ll enjoy cooking as much without you there.”

She’d surprised herself with her confidence, actually being able to say it. She was pleased to see your smile growing. There was also a glint in your eye that she couldn’t place.

Her chest tightened up as you stepped forward, hands reaching out to pull her into a hug. She melted into you, taking a deep breath to remind herself of your sweet scent.

“Soon as you make it big,” You spoke knowingly, like it was inevitable. “I’ll come find you.”

And here you were now, standing before her in her own restaurant.

You’d found her.

Her mouth fell open as she tried to find the words she’d wanted to say to you all this time. How are you? I’ve missed you? I’ve thought about you every day since the last time I saw you?

Instead, she just stayed silent. She closed her mouth, blinking up at you with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“Syd,” Her name sounded at home in your mouth. “How long has it been?”

“Three years, eight m-months.” She’d only realised how quickly she’d answered when she saw your eyebrows raise.

Carmy shifted beside her, too. It snapped her back into reality, the reality where you were standing right before her and she was acting like a fucking dickhead.

“Well, here’s hoping I’m right on time.” You didn’t look put off, you assumed that same smirk you’d given her all those three years, eight months ago.

You were, you were always right on time. Always in the right place. Always just right.

Syd managed to pull herself together enough to stand up (for whatever reason) and gesture to the seat before her and Carmy. You graciously accepted, sitting down and placing your hands on the table.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to them, the way your fingers intertwined together, the lines coming off your palms. Sydney remembered back to the institute, the distractions she’d face watching you handle a knife or split a citrus fruit.

She couldn’t think of the latter right now.

The way your fingers would pierce the skin, pulling it apart with juices spraying up your wrists. You’d scoop out the flesh with your bare hands, not caring for the way it’d leave you sticky and dripping.

You’d look up at her, finding her watching you and not minding the way she stared. The fateful day you threw the rest of the grapefruit into the scraps, bringing two fingers to your lips to lick the excess off before you washed your hands.

Sydney was completely and utterly-

“Obsessed,” Your voice brought her back into the room, only for the second or third time in the short span of time. “Obsessed with what you’ve done with this place.”

She saw Carmy smile out the corner of her eye, his cheeks blushed a little at your words. You had that effect on most people. Sydney knew better than anyone what you could do to a person with just a few words.

“Well, we’re quite impressed with your CV,” He responded, laying it out on the table. “Aren’t we, Syd?”

By the time she looked away from him, she found you were already staring at her expectantly. She nodded, mumbling an affirmative sound to the both of them.

“Really impressed, seems like you’ve done a great job since graduation.”

You lit up, that’s the only way Sydney could describe it. It was as if your heart was swelling in your chest as your cheeks rose.

“Thank you, that means a lot,” She had assumed you were referring to the both of them until you finished. “Coming from you, Syd.”

If this was how she was at the interview, lord help her in the kitchen. There was no doubt you were getting the job, that was an absolute given. But Sydney would have to think hard about how it’d work practically.

Her sous chef. Following her every move. Responding to her every word. Reliable, obedient, willing, responsive.

Syd had seen you in action at the institute, but never following her own orders. She didn’t know if she’d be able to cope with hearing your “yes, chef” and knowing it was directed at her.

Even the way you were looking at her now, so expectant, hanging on to everything she was saying. She knew that look in your eye, on your face, you’d given yourself away just a little earlier.

“Coming from you, Syd.”

Praise. You were looking for her praise.

The thought sent Sydney into overdrive, forcing her to stand up abruptly and knock her knees into the table as she did.

Both you and Carmy looked up at her in confusion, your mouth opening to ask if everything was alright.

Syd cut you off, babbling as she walked away from the table. “I just remembered- remembered that the stove is on and- that’s the number one cause of kitchen fires- and I will be right back!”

She kept talking as she eventually made her way into the kitchen, hiding in the space right next to the oven (that hadn’t been on all morning).

Sydney knew she was fucked. Royally, totally, well and truly fucked. The crush she’d had on you at the institute had been debilitating and, whilst she’d missed you, these three years and eight months had meant she was finally able to focus.

Now here you were, in her kitchen and looking like everything she’d ever wanted.

Syd had no idea how long she stayed hiding in the kitchen but sooner or later Carmy came through with a stupid smile on his face, leaning against the bench.

“Think you handled that really well.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m begging you.”

He laughed, laying the brown folder he’d been carrying down beside him as he crossed his arms. She looked up at him, wincing a little as she already knew what was coming.

“You gave her the job, didn’t you?”

Carmy laughed louder, looking down at the heap of Sydney on the floor. She could kick his shins right now.

“Of course I did,” He responded, pushing up from the bench as he turned to leave. “Have fun training your new sous chef.”

Fucked. Completely fucked.

[nardaviel]

For the fanfiction meme: 1, 8, 18, 26, 27, 28, 39, 46, 50, 51. :D

fanfiction questions meme

THANK U MYST !!!!!!! ive hit my 400-word minimum for today so im taking a break

this is lots of questions tho so heres a readmore but will it show up on my blog… no one knows……… how do i fix this problem…………… when will i fix it instead of just complaining about it all the time

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

harry potter. i have extremely, extremely vague memories of reading a sailor moon usagi/mamoru smut fic as like an 11-year-old before then, but really, the first fandom i got into was harry potter

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

answered

18. What ship have you written the most about?

uhhhhhhh. probably kinatsuen. i didnt write much fanfic before boueibu so its definitely a boueibu ship. but ill go look

ok here are the word count totals rn, including char & char as well as char/char:

enkin 14754enatsu 14829kinatsu 16420ibukinatsuen 16503kinatsuen 54897

not counted “i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)”, 10506 words divided up among kinatsu, enkin, kinatsuen, and maybe like 200 words max of enatsu, but i wasnt gonna go in and get word counts for all 40 drabbles because i cbacounted twice despicable objects (2791), path to the stars (4758), warmth (7205) are all included in both the enkin and kinatsuen totals

yeah … there was no way kinatsuen could have lost. spindle has several thousand more words than all the kinatsu and ibukinatsuen combined. im kind of amused at how ive written one (1) ibukinatsuen fic but it still has the second highest word count

i guess you could also count in terms of fics though in which case ibukinatsuen would lose but kinatsuen would still win:

Kinugawa Atsushi/Kusatsu Kinshirou/Yufuin En (6)Kinugawa Atsushi/Kusatsu Kinshirou (5)Kusatsu Kinshirou/Yufuin En / Kusatsu Kinshirou & Yufuin En (4)Kinugawa Atsushi/Yufuin En / Kinugawa Atsushi & Yufuin En (4)Arima Ibushi/Kinugawa Atsushi/Kusatsu Kinshirou/Yufuin En (1)

this answer is way longer than necessary but i got interested ljkasdf

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

i go to the post window on ao3 and realize that my scrivener doc is still titled “tower au” or “demon en” or whatever, and i cry. then i desperately try to think of something thematically appropriate and hopefully pretty. usually during this process i drift further and further away from whats in the fic and the ideas become more and more tenuously connected (e.g. spindle, which is very appropriate to the fic but only in an extremely symbolic, abstracted way) but by this point im frustrated so i just go with it anyway. or, very occasionally, a title presents itself to me from the text of the fic (grace, despicable objects).

i also make vashti help me im probably really annoying about it

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

BOTH ………………… IT IS THE WORST PART ABOUT FICWRITING because its fucken impossible and also because by that point the fic is done! and im excited to post it!! or maybe just excited to not have to stress about it anymore. but i cant post it because i have to think of ONE WORD to encapsulate the fic and then like THREE SENTENCES to encapsulate it in a different way and both of them have to be interesting but not spoilery and how tf do you do that and my brain is fried from editing and asjl;dkfasdf. honestly though i hate them both equally

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

whatever they wanted i suppose?? i would be like :OOOOO no matter what tbh

but like if i was commissioning someone and could get whatever i wanted …… idk. maybe something from spindle but my image of ens uniform is very much based on someones art of a male homura so if i was specific about what it looked like, that would be stealing someones ideas, but if not, it wouldnt look right to me ???? i wouldnt care if the fanart was free but if i was commissioning i would want to have more say in what i got ;;

so um. not spindle. possibly a scene from the merman au, with merman en and merman kinshirou saving unconscious human prince atsushi from the shipwreck and bickering the whole time lmaooo “this is the worst idea youve ever had en” “you say that all the time” “each idea is worse than the last!!” “you can always go back home” “ugh ugh ugh just keep moving” meanwhile atsushi dazedly thinks he hears beautiful voices but they sound really annoyed with each other which is not quite in keeping with stories hes heard of sirens but then he passes out again

…….. yeah thatd be the basis for my commission. that scene

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer?

fuck idk. um. …i want to say dialogue but i feel like sometimes people in my fics talk for too long because i like writing it too much LMAO and i want to say angsty introspection but i have the same problem there. maybe i just think im best at those things bc theyre the things that come easiest to me?? and i think my characterization tends to be solid but everyone thinks that, right… no one writes poor characterization on purpose, do they… unless they have some other reason i guess. this question is smth for my readers to answer for themselves!!!! bc i dont know

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

well i mean .. it would depend on who was asking. i dont really know how to answer this bc i dont know this hypothetical someones likes and dislikes??? if it was an enkin shipper who liked pain, path to the stars. if it was an enatsu shipper who didnt want sad things in boueibu (im looking at u nicole), illuminations. if it was someone who would read any pairing but didnt have lots of time to read, i would edit i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) as ive been meaning to do and then tell them to read that. and so on. i really dont mean this as an evasive answer ;aljksdf but um if someone said “i like all pairings! i like all genres! i have plenty of time! i dont mind WIPs!” then i would rec veil or spindle bc im proudest of them and i think theyre good and i want more readers for my plotty multichaptered stuff

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

honestly …. i have no idea how i got into reading fanfiction. literally no idea. i guess i was just poking around the internet as an 11yo and randomly found some and thought it was cool

and i guess writing was a natural extension of reading? ive been writing since before i could physically write. i would make up poems in the car as a smol smol child. i have no memories of this but my parents do bc they were like “wtf” and yeah anyway it continued from there although i like to think im better now than i was when i was like 8. and like. my first fanfiction was really bad. it was really bad yall. but i got what i now realize were the kindest, most encouraging reviews (on ff.net. i still have a hard time remembering that ao3 has “comments” and not “reviews” asdjkf) the same way my parents and teachers encouraged my often very awful writing over the years so !!! my confidence in my writing is fragile but i have confidence sometimes and its bc ppl were so nice to me when i was awful and that gave me a chance to become less awful. but that doesnt have much to do with the question im just really grateful whenever i think about it. i got into writing fanfiction bc i was already a writer basically

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

answered