#iove a good dark fic

[wannabevampire]

Dom Druig + clit slapping. That’s it, that’s the concept

ashes to ashes.

✧₊⁎🩰♡🕊˚✧₊⁎

YES YES YES every chance he gets!

you were a good? clit slapping!

hard day? clit slapping!

bad mood? clit slapping!

and if you’re bad? 😳 honey your pussy is about to be obliterated…

clit slapping + toxic enemies to “lovers” = ♡!!!

warnings: edging, overstim, clit slapping, squirting, implied sex, cum play/spit play i think?, degradation, like it’s really degrading guys (even for me), so if you aren’t into it don’t read!, implied masochism uhhh cigarettes…

☆〜MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

18+ only !!!

EXTREMELY TOXIC!!!!

could be interpreted as dub!con but everything is totally consensual! it’s just dark and toxic as fuck. if you aren’t into it don’t read it!!

uhhh very casual mini-fic below the cut!! it’s my first kinda dark fic/blurb? so proceed with caution!

update! re-vamp coming soon…so it’s more organized!

「☁️🧁🎧🩰」

he would 100% do it after edging you for a long time.

…..

he ruins your orgasm for the millionth time and you’re a complete mess. tears running down your cheeks and whispered pleas of mercy fall from your lips. it may look as though you’ve completely submitted to him. but you’ve still got a spark of brattiness left

he looks at you with mock pity. his eyes sparkling gold, daring you to disobey him.

“oh i’m sorry, did you want something?”

he said sarcastically. with that stupidly attractive smirk of his.

and then you say something bratty and lowkey uncalled for like calling him short or something😭

(idk i don’t like being mean so you can come up with your own snarky come back if you want lol)

and he just snaps.

you feels a warm comforting sensation spread through your body as he slips into your mind. he has you completely under his control.

he spreads your legs and ties your wrists to the head board.

he slaps your cunt repeatedly, hard. you cant stop the noises that leave your mouth. druig made sure of that. but even if he wasn’t controlling your mind, you’re not so sure you would have wanted to keep quite.

he spanks your clit until you cum. the pleasure unbearable. too much and yet not enough. unable to close your legs he continues his movements and overstimulates you into oblivion and you squirt all over him in the bed.

you whimper out apologies about the mess you’ve made. he doesn’t stop slapping your pussy as he hovers over you, kissing and biting your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t apologize for something I wanted you to do. Use your brain for once, you really think I’d let you ruin my favorite sheets on accident. nuh uh baby, you’ll take what I give you and you’ll do it like a good girl or your cunt won’t be the only thing getting slapped tonight. So why don’t you just sit there and look pretty for me? Is that dumb brain of yours comprehending anything i’m saying right now? mmm that’s what I thought. It’s okay angel, Iove how stupid you are for me.”

Once he’s finished with you he stands up, pulling up his jeans and securing his belt. grabbing his boots and tying them lazily. He grabs his button up dress shirt that has been thrown haphazardly across the room. Not bother to put it on he slings it over his shoulder.

He lights a cigarette and takes a drag, tilting his back to blow smoke up into the air. he sighs contentedly.

you’re staring at him, waiting patiently for him to come free you from the uncomfortable position.

he’s released your mind, the only thing restraining you bring the rope keeping keeping your wrists tightly bound to the head board.

he smirks, letting his eyes run up and down your body as he admires you like you’re art. a pathetic piece of art that’s currently covered in bite marks and his cum.

he walks over to you, his footsteps echoing across the now silent room.

“you want me to untie you angel?”

He says softly. His voice laced with a gentle sweet tone you’d never heard his use before.

You nod cautiously, feeling flustered by this new side of his. The tears that had been steadily flowing had begun to dry. leaving your eyes glossy and lips swollen.

“Yes please.”

He raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘finish your sentence’

“Yes please sir.”

left your mouth as though it was second nature.

If someone had told you that you would ever use those three words to address Druig you would have laughed in their face. but it was different now, you could feel it.

Things were changing.

He laughed appreciatively at your words and knelt down next to you.

His hand cradled the side of your face guiding you to look at him. His eyes flickered to your lips as you nuzzled further into his touch.

He took another drag from his cigarette, maintaining eye contact while he did so. He tilted you chin up, forcing your lips to part. He took advantage of the small gasp that left you. And exhaled the smoke from his cigarette into your open mouth. His lips brushing yours as he did so, crashing your lips together in a kiss that was worth a thousand words.

When he pulled back you were panting, lips still parted as you stared up at him dumbly. He smiled again, that familiar glint of mischief evident in his smirk.

You looked completely fucked out. He loved it.

“mmm it’s a shame really. you look so pretty like this, honestly i’d be doing the world a disservice if i simply untied you right away. no i think i’ll let you figure that out yourself. you’re a big girl right? i mean, that’s what you tell yourself. here’s your chance, prove it.”

Sarcasm dripped from his words and you felt that all to familiar anger rise in you. that sweet caring Druig hadn’t been real, simply an act to make you think there was hope for the two of you.

“Druig please just-”

He tutted disapprovingly.

“Thought you would have learned by now? It’s sir. Why can’t you remember that? It’s honestly adorable how stupid you are.”

He spoke.

“Fuck you.”

You snapped at him.

He laughed and shook his head. He lifted the cigarette to his lips as he looked down at you, you were beneath him. Both literally and figuratively, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

“Darling I just did? You really that desperate for my cock?”

Tears filled your eyes again, why oh why did you have to fall for the men who treated you like shit but fucked you like a god.

“Crying again? Wow you really are pathetic. You’re lucky brain dead sluts are my type.”

He exhaled another breath from his cigarette. It was almost out, only burnt ash remaining as the embers drew closer to the filter between his finger tips.

You realized this just as he did. What you failed to notice was the hungry look in his eyes as he settled on what to do.

And with one last hit the cigarette was out. He brought his hand down from his lips. The finished cigarette held between his fingers.

He casually brought fourth his hand and tapped the filter. The remaining cigarette ash falling and landing on your body. You gasped at the sensation, the ash was cold now having been burnt out for awhile. But it was the action itself that finally broke you. More of your tears fell as he rolled his eyes exasperatedly. The smile on his face indicated he was proud of himself for turning you into, not only a fuck toy but also his own person ash tray.

He checked to make sure the flame had completely died out and then flicked the filter. It landed on your stomach. and you whimpered at how degrading his actions were. fuck, why were you into this?

You shut your eyes, desperately trying not to let him see your tears. Knowing that they’d just spur him on.

He took another look at you.

And decided to finish his art.

He leaned over you, his face coming right next to yours as he whispered in your ear.

“You know this is all your good for. Don’t you?”

And despite the little voice inside your head screaming at you to tell him off. You nodded pathetically.

“Good girl.”

He whispered and promptly spit on your face and walked away.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He called over his shoulder as she shut the door, locking it from the outside.

Leaving you tied to his bed, unable to move your wrists from the rope keeping you securely in places

The evidence of your orgasm covered your thighs and the sheets below you. The rest of your face and body covered in his spit, cum, and cigarette ash.

Covered in him.

You were right about things changing. You just weren’t so sure if it was for the better. He’d made you his, you belonged to him.

But he was Druig and he belonged to nobody. Not even you.

I’m going to ruin that bastards entire fucking life.

You thought to yourself. The wheels in your mind starting to turn. A little ash wasn’t going to stop you from planning his downfall.

“Fuck it.”

You thought…finally deciding on what to do.

You were gonna make him pay, and it was going to feel fucking fantastic.

All you needed was a pair of handcuffs, a hotel room, a pack of Marlboro reds, and phone.

It was time to call in that favor Matt owed you.

And god knows he’s going to enjoy this just as much as you.

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PART TWO…

OOPS I WROTE A MINI FIC IDK HOW THIS HAPPENED

also this is my first semi-dark fic??? sorry if it sucks! also it’s not proof read.

everything written in this story was consensual!! tagging for dub-con just in case!

aghhhhgg

xoxo,

allie🕊

tagging some ppl i think might be into this! ahhhh!!

@waspswidows @murdicks @lokianddruigsbitch @drownedpoetess

[bullet-prooflove]

Hey it’s me again the person who asked about the song request fic thank you so much for being willing to try that’s really freakin’ awesome of you I really appreciate it❣️

The song is “Us” (acoustic) by James Bay beautiful song it’s become a fave of mine the song was featured in the movie “After” don’t know if you’ve seen it but if you haven’t I highly recommended watching there are sequels available as well and they’re all amazing.

Anyhoo I’d like it to be Antonio Dawson x fem reader I don’t have a plot line but I figured the purpose of the song request was that it gives the writer inspiration for something and you’re an excellent writer I have no doubt it’ll be a real hit.

Hi! Firstly Iove the song! I think it has the right balance of softness (the piano) and edginess (the drums) to be a great song for Antonio. I ended up adding it to my Antonio playlist!

As for the imagine, this is what I came up with! I hope you like it.

Antonio’s face was bloody, he could feel the hot liquid streak from the cut above his eyebrow and down the side of his face as his hand gripped the banister that led up to your home. His ribs were aching, every breath felt like a knife jabbing into his side. It took everything in him to drag himself up those final steps, to hit the buzzer.

It had been a while since he had taken a beating like this, his head span as he lurched against the wall waiting for you appear. It could have been worse he reasoned; it could have been much worse. They could have killed him; they were supposed to have killed him, but he’d managed to get hold of the gun and shoot them both before they really started in on him.

Now he had a mess to clear up because it was apparent that someone had leaked who he was and there were only a few people who had known that he was undercover. He wasn’t sure who he could trust at the moment and his head was too battered to try and his phone had been smashed up at some point during the beat down. When he’d managed to get himself out of the warehouse and into the streetlights, he realised he was only a block away from your place. Right now, you were the only person he could trust, the only place he felt safe.

You were dressed in shorts and one of his t-shirts when you answered the door, your hair pulled up in a messy bun. You were the most beautiful sight he had ever seen; he felt his heart ache in his chest as your eyes fell upon him startled. It had been a long four months without you in his life, his stint undercover had been extended when they had discovered that the trafficking ring had extended much further than they had anticipated. What was meant to be a few weeks turned into a month and then longer. You were patient but he was aware that four months was a long time, that things could have changed, that maybe you had moved on.

“Antonio, what on hell happened to you?” you asked, ducking under his arm as his knees buckled. Between the two of you, you managed to get him into your small kitchen and seat him down at the small circular table.

“Cover blown.” He told you as you grabbed the medical box from underneath the sink and placed it on the table, before snatching up a clean cloth and filling up a bowl of hot water and setting it alongside it. “You’re the only one I could trust.”

He squinted at you through his good eye, the one that wasn’t swollen shut.

“Jesus, you’re a mess.” You told him, dipping the cloth into the bowl and tipping his chin up with gentle fingertips so you could figure out where to start cleaning. You smoothed his dark hair away from his forehead before dabbing at the cut on his forehead.

“God, I missed you.” He murmured, closing his eyes as you washed the worst of the blood away from his face.

“I missed you too.” You told him, soaking the cloth, and watching the blood plume in the clear water. His hand captured yours before you could retrieve it. You turned your attention back to his face.

“I need to hear you say it.” He told you, his voice trembling. “I need to hear you tell me that you still love me, that four months apart hasn’t changed anything between us.” You couldn’t imagine what it was like to be in his position, to have to leave your life behind and pray that it would still be there when you returned. He was vulnerable right now, emotionally, physically and you would do everything you could to sooth the fear deep down inside of him.

Your hand cupped his cheek, your thumb grazing over the corner of his mouth as looked into his eyes. “Antonio Dawson.” Your murmured tenderly. “I love you and being apart for a few months won’t change that.”

He sighed into your touch, his hand covering yours as his lips brushed the pulse point of your wrist.

“I just needed to hear it.”

[smallheathgangsters]

Let Me Guide You | A.S.

A/N: Did this turn out longer than I expected? Yes. Do I mind? Not at all. Please enjoy my messy writing!! Also, thank you anon for your kind words ❤️

Request: “Hi! I Ioved your Arthur fic♥ He deserves all the love in the word, so if you feel like it, you may write something fluffy, funny maybe? With prompts 25 and 28? Keep the good work!♥” by Anon

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x Reader

AU: set before the war, young Arthur

Word Count: 2874

Type: pure fluff

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You were waiting in the back seat of a car for you friend Ella to show up. You had made plans to go dancing together, something you both had been doing every weekend for more than a year now. Your parents owned a couple of fancy clubs in Birmingham, making both of your names permanent on all of the guest lists. Although lately, Ella had been calling off your dates to go dancing more and more due to the fact that she now had a boyfriend who seemed to be needing a ridiculous amount of attention.

You noticed your driver look over his shoulder to you. You sighed, rolling your eyes at him. “Please don’t say anything.”

You knew he was thinking about asking you if your friend had ditched you once more. He’d been your loyal chauffeur for almost every evening you’d met up with Ella, so he had also been around to witness her failing to show up on multiple occasions.

You ducked your head slightly to be able to gaze out of the window to the block in front of the car in which Ella rented her apartment.

“Would you like to go home, Miss?”

You pressed your lips together. You hated being stood up. Especially by your best friend. It made you feel so worthless. It hadn’t been easy for you to find true friends as the daughter of a wealthy family, but Ella had been everything you’d ever wished for. She didn’t care about your background, treating you like any other person and not taking advantage of you.

“One more minute, please,” you answered your driver’s question, not taking your eyes away from the building. Suddenly, you saw the front door open. You gasped quietly, hoping that it was your best friend, very late but at least not having forgotten about you.

You let out a disappointed sigh when you saw the older man stepping out into the cold, dirty Birmingham air while putting on his hat before closing the door behind him carefully.

“Are you sure, Miss?”

You inhaled slowly and closed your eyes, trying your best to hide your sadness in front of him. After a moment of silence, you spoke. “I’m walking home.”

“Excuse me?”

He was confused.

“I need catch some fresh air and clear my head. I’m walking home,” you repeated, shuffling over to the door and grabbing the handle.

Your driver turned around in his seat, grabbing you by the arm. “It’s not safe for you to be out alone at this time. Your father will be very upset with me for returning without you.”

You could see the worry in his eyes. Partly because of you, the city really not being the safest place on earth at night for a young woman like you, although mostly because of the job he wanted to keep. And you had sympathy for the poor man. But in this moment, you just wanted to get out of this car more than anything.

“I’ll talk to my father tomorrow. You need to trust me when I tell you that you don’t have anything to worry about,” you said to reassure him and hopefully make him let go of you. He sighed heavily and pulled his hand back. “If you say so, Miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, trying to make him feel less guilty about letting you out into the night by yourself. Then you pulled the handle and opened the door of the car.

When your high heels reached the cobblestone, the icy wind wrapped itself around your ankles right away. The tiny hairs on your legs stood up as a reaction to the bleakness. You wrapped your coat a little tighter around your body and started walking into the direction of your home.

If you were being completely honest, you had no idea how long this walk would take you. It wasn’t that you regretted your decision, but it was colder than you had anticipated, and it hadn’t been your plan to freeze to death on your way.

It wasn’t long until you started shivering and the wind just seemed to be getting stronger since you’ve left the car.

“Fuck,” you hissed to yourself, picking up the pace.

You turned around a corner, your eyes on the ground beneath you, making you clumsily bump into a person.

You felt two hands grab both of your upper arms reflexively, steadying you. “Oi, watch out!”

Your eyes fell onto a young man with blue eyes and pretty brown hair. At first, you were scared that he was angry at you for not paying attention to where you were walking, but when you spotted the cheeky grin on his lips your tensed-up muscles relaxed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled awkwardly, stepping back from him. You repeated the act of wrapping your coat tighter around yourself.

“Are you lost? You don’t look like somebody who should be out here all alone,” you heard the young man say, his voice traced with concern.

You shook your head at his question. “No, not at all. I’m just on my way home.”

The man eyed you sceptically. “You sure? I could walk you home if you wanted to.”

He noticed your body shift uncomfortably after he offered to escort you to your house. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a self-conscious chuckle. “I’m not the creepy guy you probably think I am, I promise.”

His remark surprisingly made you return his chuckle. “I do hope so.”

“Good,” he grinned. “Which way?”

He moved so he was now stood beside you, waiting for you to point out the directions.

“Straight ahead down this street,” you said and started walking again.

The unexpected encounter had made you forget about the cold, but now your body went back to its shivering state. The chattering of your teeth was unmistakable, and it didn’t take long for the stranger to comment on it. “You’re freezing, aren’t you, eh?”

You shook your head, which made him laugh. “Don’t be so stubborn, let me give you my coat.”

“But I’m already wearing one,” you said, laughing at his offer.

“So what?”

He shed his own coat, putting it around your shoulders gently. You hated to admit it, but it helped a lot. Especially because it still held his warmth. “Thank you.”

The two of you continued walking in silence when a thought popped up in your head. “I feel like you were on your way to somewhere when I ran into you. I hope nobody’s going to worry about you not showing up.”

“No,” he laughed, “they’re most likely already drunk off their faces and don’t remember that I told them I’d be joining them later.”

You chuckled. “Evening at the bar with friends, I guess?”

He nodded. “Where are you walking home from, if I may ask?”

You let out a sigh. You’d almost forgotten about the reason you were out here in the bitter cold and unfortunately his question brought up your annoyance again.

You heard him gulp. “Oh– I’m sorry, I didn’t want to–“

“No, it’s okay,” you told him. “I was stood up by my best friend and just needed some fresh air to calm myself down and not get too angry at her.”

“Sounds like she’s very important to you.”

You let out a deep breath. “She is. And I was so excited for tonight …”

He gave you an empathetic look. “What was the plan?”

“Dancing.”

Your voice was shaky, although you didn’t understand what made you this upset. Of course, the way Ella had been treating you lately had been unfair, but she was still your best friend and it wasn’t as though she had been completely ignoring you. You still rang each other up from day to day, talking about whatever was on your minds and complaining about your mostly irrelevant problems. But somehow it hurt you more today than it had affected you on other evenings.

The stranger looked at you sadly and then placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I mean, I would love to take you dancing … but I’m fucking shit at it.”

You let out a giggle and sniffled quietly. Then you both fell silent again.

The two of you turned into a main street and the atmosphere got a lot busier. There were multiple groups of young people roaming around, some drunk, some simply having a laugh. On the other side of the street you spotted a long queue with people in fancy suits and gorgeous dresses. You watched them while walking along the cobble, wishing you could join them.

There were three guards standing at the entrance, checking the guest list and making sure nobody entered that wasn’t allowed. Your eyes fell onto the large sign above them, beaming the name of the club with yellowish lights into the night. Then it hit you. This was one of your parent’s clubs. Not the one that you and Ella had planned on going to, but one of your favourites, nevertheless.

That was when you realised that you weren’t ready to go home at all. You hadn’t put on this expensive dress and spent forty-five minutes on your make-up to walk through Birmingham in the freezing cold. And there was absolutely no reason for you to let your best friend ruin a good night out. You didn’t need her to have fun. At least not today.

You lifted your head up to the young man next to you and gave him a cheeky grin. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to reveal to him what was going through your head.

“Let me teach you how to dance, stranger boy,” you said, giving him a teasing wink and grabbing his hand before he could protest. You pulled him over to the other side, directly towards the entrance. But instead of going up to the guards, you spotted another entry only a few feet next to them. It was the one used for the performers or other important guests, who didn’t need to queue.

Your eyes met one of the guards as you were heading towards the back door. He simply nodded to you, a way of greeting you and giving you immediate permission to use the private entry.

You pushed down the handle and stepped into the dark room behind it, pulling the young man with you, your hand still in his.

“Oi, hold up!”

“What?” you laughed, turning around to meet his confused expression.

“I’m pretty sure this is illegal,” he said, looking around nervously. “We’re going to get fucking caught and as much as I like an adventure, I don’t want to end up getting my ass beaten by those guards I saw outside.”

You chuckled at his sweet innocence. He hadn’t seen the look you and the man outside had exchanged. “Relax, stranger. Those guards work for my parents.”

Your revelation made his jaw drop and his eyes widen. “Are you some kind of rich girl?”

“My parents are rich, yes. I’m just lucky enough to never have to queue or pay to go dancing.”

“Fuck me,” he breathed out, still looking at you stunned. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up slightly.

“Can I at least teach you to dance first?” you laughed. He joined your laughter, surprised by your unexpected wittiness. You took off both coats and tossed them onto a chair in the corner. Then you proceeded to grab his hand once more, dragging him through the dimly lit room and through another door and with that, revealing the inside of the club to him.

You noticed the young man being in awe when he stopped in his tracks, trying to take in the scene. His eyes glistened while they jumped around the dancefloor and over to the bar and the private lounges with wealthy men and woman in expensive clothes.

“I don’t belong in a place like this,” he gasped, looking down at you. He seemed overwhelmed with the situation, as if all he wanted was to storm out of here. He continued running his hands through his hair, most likely a nervous tick he had.

You huffed. “Stop ruining my good spirits! We’re going to have so much fun, trust me!”

Your hands placed themselves on his lower back, pushing his body towards the crowd on the dance floor. You felt him stiffen up, taking the smallest steps possible.

“I’m too fucking underdressed for this,” you heard him grumble.

“Shut up,” you replied.

When you arrived in the middle of the club, you spun him around and gave him a wide smile. “Let me guide you. At the end of the night you’ll be perfect at this.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I’ll step on your feet.”

“So what?” you asked, repeating his remark he used when you questioned his idea of you wearing two coats. You saw him try to suppress a grin but failing miserably.

Finally, he let you guide his hands and feet, moving them to the correct spots on the floor and on your body. He did move a little clumsily, but you didn’t mind at all, finding it adorable.

After about an hour he finally got the hang of the basics and you stopped giving him constant instructions. The music had gotten louder and wilder and the people surrounding you started bursting out into the craziest moves, making you laugh out with joy. This was where you belonged, where you were your happiest.

You let yourself get infected by the energy of the crowd, pulling your company right into it. You noticed him loosen up more and more, spinning and twirling you around while grinning widely down at you.

There was nothing that could possibly take away the happiness you felt in that moment. You forgot about your best friend standing you up, you forgot about being so very upset about it and you forgot about the fact that you probably still had an awfully long way home after this evening.  

After continuing your wild movements for what felt like an eternity, you eventually calmed down and pushed yourselves through the guests towards the bar. You ordered two glasses of champagne and leaned against the counter, breathing heavily.

“This was so much fun!” you exclaimed with a content expression on your face. While dancing made you feel the most alive, you could see that your stranger was exhausted.

“My entire body hurts,” he gasped, grabbing the champagne glass right after the bartender set it down next to him, downing it in one go.

You giggled and took a sip of the bubbly beverage yourself. “But I still hope you enjoyed yourself at least a little bit.”

He looked down at you with a grin and nodded. “Yes, how could I not enjoy myself with such a pretty girl by my side?”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, although still smiling. “Good, because I wanted to ask you what you were doing next weekend?”

He tilted his head, his lips forming a cheeky grin. “Why do you ask?”

“We should totally do this again!” you burst out, putting down your glass, grabbing his hand and twirling yourself around it.

The stranger chuckled. “What about your best friend?”

“Oh, you know, she’s very occupied with her boyfriend. I don’t think she minds me having found myself a new dance partner for the times she’s not available.”

“Are you saying I’m just second-best, eh, pretty girl?” he laughed. You stuck out your tongue in response.

You and your acquaintance continued chatting and asking each other questions about your lives. He found out about your privileged upbringing and you found out about his completely different one. As much as he was impressed by your stories you were curious about his. You didn’t notice it getting awfully late when suddenly the bartender tapped you on your shoulder. “Miss? We’re closing up soon. Would you like me to call a driver to pick you up?”

Almost all the staff that worked for your parents knew who you were, so this question was only to be expected.

“Yes, please. But tell him we’ll have to make a short stop in Small Heath,” you answered. “Watery Lane, right?”

The young man smiled at the fact that you remembered. “That is very kind of you, but I’ll be fine walking home.”

“Oh, stop it! You’re coming with me if you like it or not. This is my way of saying thank you for letting me teach you to dance,” you protested, turning back to the man behind the bar. “Can you do that for me?”

The bartender nodded and headed off to the telephone in a back room.

“So …,” he began, giving you a mischievous smirk. “Would you like me to continue calling you pretty girl or do you prefer your actual name?”

“I could really get used to pretty girl, if I’m being honest,” you laughed.

“Alright then, pretty girl. It was lovely spending this evening with you and I’m very much looking forward to next weekend.”

You smiled up at him. “Me too.”

“I’m Arthur, by the way.”

[raven-m-3]

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Hi Nonny!

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Paint it Black by @quixoticlux . Artist Liason! Rey is determined to procure a piece from Reclusive Artist! Kylo Ren, so she shows up his doorstep on Halloween. Sparks fly, and let’s just say that candy isn’t the only thing that they end up eating. (Sorry, I had to. 😂) This fic is hot AF. Come for the delicious smut, stay for the phenomenal writing, humor, and feels.

The Empress by @delia-pavorum. Empress Rey / Renperor one shot. Anyone who follows me knows how much Iove my dear Delia’s writing, but she really spoiled me with this one. 😍 Her Dark Reylo is superb: it feels so true to how they would play off one another as co-rulers. Her Badass! Empress Rey is to die for, and the ending will make you drool. 🔥

Until You by @ever-so-reylo. A/B/O one shot. I’m a huge Ever-so stan (to put it mildly), and this fic honestly might be my favorite of hers. 😍 In addition to her A+ writing, smut, and world building, it combines all of my dark + light kinks: Dark Reylo but also Soft! Reylo; Power Imbalanced! yet also Equals! Reylo; Possessive / Dom / Dark! Ben yet also Soft Devoted! Ben; Protective! Ben;  loss of virginity kink; pregnancy kink..🤤 SO. GOOD. 

Currently Reading (WIPs)

Category 4 by @monsterleadmehome. TL; DNR version: thanks to a hurricane, Rey and Ben get stranded together and get their bang on. 😂 There’s so much to love here- the smut is Grade A (and nonstop), but it’s also so witty, tongue in cheek, and sweet, too- everything I know and love about my girl’s writing. 😍

Ceremony by @quixoticlux -This fic combines a dozen of my favorite tropes into a glorious whole: forced bonding / mating; soulmates; f*ck or die; Possessive! Ben; Dark! Reylo; Soft! Reylo; Badass Partners! Reylo; Reylo comforting each other; Protective! Ben; stranded on a planet together, etc. The Reylo dynamic is incredible-- fiery and passionate, soft and gentle, and possessive and consuming all in one. It’s so good. READ IT.

Death or Surrender by fullofstarlight. I will never be able to get enough of Ben- convinces-Rey-to-join-the-FO canonverse fics. This fic is so well-written and doesn’t shy away from the implications of this plot. Ben is desperate and  possessive, and although Rey is deeply torn and conflicted, she can’t resist. I love a good “Kylo wins” fic.. what can I say. 😏 

Down an Inch, Up an Inch by @newerconstellations. A/B/O. This fic has done the impossible and given me a fitness kink. 😂 If you would like to 1) be set on fire with 4 chapters of extremely hot heat / rut smut; 2) enjoy the softest, most tender Reylo dynamic; and 3) explore complex issues like consent within the context of murky tropes like A/B/O and soul bonds, and come out empowered and on top (pun intended), read this fic. It’s amazing!!

Hallowed Heat by @gopherbroke. A/B/O. Alpha! Ben has a young son; Omega! Rey is his babysitter. Ben is determined to resist her, but they find themselves in quite the predicament when she forgets to take suppressants one day on an outing. Guys, this fic is hot AF. I nearly burst into flames this last chapter. 🔥🔥

Head Over Feet by @ever-so-reylo- the fake dating trope, EVER-SO-REYLO STYLE. This fic is so f*cking funny, you guys. I literally burst out laughing at the first chapter. It’s full of the Ever-so goodness we know and love- awkward yet hilarious situations, steamy sexual tension, heart-melting Reylo moments, and two nerds who are totally oblivious to how in love they are-- but are sure to bone and figure it out. 😉 

Hieros Gamos by @reyloisblessed. The tags say it all: Dark Kylo Ren, Monster Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, Lovecraftian. Um, HELL YES. Not to mention that this talented Reylo is a seriously gifted writer. We’re only one chapter in, but I already know I’m going to love this fic. It’s dreamy, immersive, and alternates between sensual / erotic and thrilling / terrifying. 👀👌

Kiss Me Back to Life by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. A post-TLJ mini fic where Rey finds and heals Ben after he has been ousted from the FO.  Everything Berry writes is amazing, but her beautifully soft, loving, caretaking canonverse Reylo really struck a chord with me. 😭 She gets Canon Reylo, and the dynamic she creates is all I want for our bbs- it’s what they need and deserve. Smut is up next, so buckle in. 😋

Little Thieves by @ohwise1ne. A/B/O. Omega! Rey gets way more than she bargained for when she breaks into Alpha! Kylo’s home on a Resistance mission, and finds herself intoxicated and immobilized by his scent. What happens when he gets home, I wonder?! Let’s just say that this fic puts a whole new meaning to the phrase “breaking and entering.” 😏 It’s super hot. 

Marked for Death by @ashesforfoxes - if you’ve ever imagined what Canon Reylo would be like in a true A/B/O setting, read this fic. There’s bold and immersive world building here- it fully embraces the wolfish elements of A/B/O. Her writing and pacing are superb, but the Reylo dynamic is my favorite part of this fic. They're enemies to lovers, soul bonded, and conflicted about their irresistible pull to one another. Rey’s Omega designation in no way detracts from her power and agency. And although an Alpha, Ben recognizes their equality, and lets Rey dictate how they progress. There’s awesome smut, too. 👌

Parasite by @avidvampirehunter - Deliciously dark A/B/O with Vampire! Kylo and Werewolf! Rey. This hits on so many of my kinks, (mating, loss of virginity, Possessive! Ben), and she’s an extraordinary writer. (Just read it and see. Her fic Glory’s Fray is excellent, too!) She may write more depending on reader reception, so please join me and beg her in the comments!! 🙏

She Walks Like Beauty in the Night by @quixoticlux. This fic is a collision of my biggest kinks and faves: a Jane Eyre AU (!!), A/ B/O, Byronic! Ben, AND my dear @quixoticlux‘s incredible writing. 😍 It’s off to a fantastic start: her prose is gorgeous and immersive, and the Gothic tone and setting is an instant fave- it’s foreboding, dark, and sexy. If The Matrix is real, I want to request @quixoticlux as my programmer. 😂 I want to live in her fics!!

Stay Hungry by @jeenonamit- A/B/O; Academia AU; enemies to lovers. I freak out every time this fic updates. It’s so much more than smut- the writing is fantastic, there’s humor, excellent plot, and rewarding emotional development in which these two “adversaries” gradually fall head over heels for each other. But luckily for us, it’s an A/B/O too, and so we get delicious smut from the get go. Guys, this fic is SO. FREAKING. HOT. It’s seriously a babymaker. 😂 The airport scene is one of the hottest I’ve read. Read it and thank me later. 

On My “To Read” List

Doing the Unstuck by @slipgoingunder. A modern When Harry Met Sally AU (Harry= Rey, Sally= Ben). You may know her for her fantastic reviews of Reylo fics, but I’ve heard the best things about her own writing. I’ve heard this fic is hilarious, deliciously smutty, clever, and subversive. I can’t wait to dig in!! 👌

Dystopia by @cosmo-gonika. A dark cyberpunk AU. The concept for this fic sounds amazing- a dystopian futuristic setting? Hell yes!! And I adore her writing and the fiery and sexy yet soft Reylo dynamic she writes. (Her other fic, Songs, is a personal fave!). I know this one is gonna be good. 😍

Gimme Gimme (A Dad After Midnight) by @reylolujah This is the Mama Mia! AU that we all need in our lives, but the bonus subverted version where Ben is Sophie! @reylolujah is one of the wittiest, funniest Reylos I know (and a lovely writer too), so I know she’s going to nail this one. I can’t wait to read!! 

Sunshine State by @strawberrycupcakehuckleberrypie. A growing-up-together high school AU (rated Teen for now; smut to come later). This fic is the 100% pure Reylo sweetness I need in my life to balance out some of the darker stuff I read, and I love Berry’s writing. This is at the top of my list! 😍 

The Lionness by @lilia-ula. Vampire! Kylo turns his new bride into a vampire on their wedding night. I’m a big fan of this writer: I adore her Dark Reylo and decadent writing and smut. I’m sure this one delivers on all three. 👀👌

The Spies Next Door by @mrsvioletwrites. A Reylo + Maura modern AU that sounds as clever, sexy, and funny as we’ve come to know and adore from Mina’s writing. It’s on hiatus for now, but I can’t wait to read it when it resumes!!

Extreme Dubcon / Noncon

I’ve read many excellent fics in this category lately. Some are flat-out horror; others are erotic and vacillate between extreme dubcon and noncon. I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so please proceed with caution.

Here are a few that I’ve enjoyed lately: x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x   x

Feel free to message me if you want more details or need help in deciding whether or not to read these. ❤️

No Smut (but 100% worth the read) 

The Ocean Filled the Crater by @creationsvixen. a canon-compliant one-shot that explores what might happen in Reylo’s first Force Bond connection after TLJ. Ben gets momentarily sucked into Rey’s world, and although they spar, we ultimately see their emotions and longing for one another laid fully bare, like an exposed nerve. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking. I live and die for the angst! 😭

Dramione

I’m including this because there seems to be a good bit of overlap between Dramiones and Reylos. The ships and characters are quite different, but both feature a strong, powerful girl of lower status + a dark, tortured boy of higher status (and in need of redemption).

I actually was a Dramione ages ago (I’ve always been a sucker for enemies to lovers. 😏), but forgot about it after HP 7 came out. But in the last few weeks, that’s all changed: I’ve fallen hard for a couple of Dramione fics by  @senlinyuwrites. (who has written excellent Reylo fics, too! See here and here).

I was totally averse to reading a non-Reylo fic at first. However, thanks to @ever-so-reylo, the best / worst influence ever, and the corrupting influence of other besties in my Discord chat, I caved. And I’m so glad I did. 

I now get why people follow certain writers from fandom to fandom. @senlinyuwrites is unreal. She’s easily one of the best authors I’ve come across. Her fics I’m obsessed with are: 

All You Want- A/B/O. The smut is ridiculously hot and plentiful in this fic. It features a fascinating AU (Omegas are very rare and drive Alphas into frenzied competition), Possessive but also Soft Alpha! Draco, Sassy and Strong! Omega Hermione, and lots of pining and miscommunication amidst all the boning. You can’t help but root for these love struck idiots to cough up and admit their feelings. 

Manacled- Dark Handmaid’s Tale AU where Voldemort won. It’s light on smut (for now)-- it’s heavy material (mind the tags). I know it sounds very dark (and it is), but suffice it to say that things are not what they appear to be between Draco and Hermione. I can’t remember being this invested in a fic in a long time. I’m in awe of its intricate plot- it’s a vast mystery that is still unraveling. But it’s really the relationship between Draco and Hermione that murders me and keeps me begging for more. Their backstory and unfolding relationship is poignant and incredibly moving. This fic will leave a mark on you, and you will thank the author for it. Trust me. 

Thank you for the ask, nonny!  Enjoy. 😚❤️❤️

[ichirukilover]

You have any ichiruki fic recommendations? I like long fics most but I’ll read anything if it’s good.

Oh Iove long fics too :) I’ve already made some fic recs here, here and here

Now have some more 

Modern Romance by withered

Words: 27,036    Rated: T    Status: Complete

Nothing could have prepared Ichigo for what happens when you accidentally swap phones with someone

The Idiot’s Guide to Not Fall for Your Best Friendby Coffee Filters

Words: 11,617   Rated: T   Status: Complete

Ichigo’s last tactic was a failure because not talking to Rukia was proving to be an impossibility, so he just had to yell at her more to compensate for these awkward feelings he was having.

My life is a big ‘what if’ by TheQueenInDisguise

Words: 366,677   Rated: M   Status: Complete

She was perfect, according to everyone else but then she met him. After changing her life, he left. She waited but had to move on. Years passed and everything else changed. They met again. But none of them would admit they still feel the same way.

Roadmaps by TruantPony

Words: 7,755   Rated: T    Status; Complete

Sometimes the only way to get to your destination is to stumble around blindly in the dark with your hands held out in front of you. One-shot.

No Escape by shirayuki55

Words: 110,607   Rated: M    Status: Complete

AU Orphans. Friends. Targets for murder. Rukia Kuchiki finds that her friends are being picked off one by one. She sends out a distress call to Ichigo Kurosaki but doesnt expect him to come charging back home. Now he’s in danger too but determined to protect her. Will a lasting romance blossom in the midst of all this desperation?