#is there a fic like this then drop a link 🙏

[dedlit]

[justaz]

I’m not a fan of modern/au fics, I prefer canon divergence/fix it fics/canon compliant but (don’t judge) I just had this really strong desire to read a merthur fic in modern times where merlin was arthur’s sugar baby. Not like explicit or sexual, but just merlin getting spoiled by billionaire arthur pendragon while uther seethes in the background. Not all of these details are necessary but why the fuck couldn’t I find anything?? Is there a severe lack of sugar daddy arthur in this fandom or did I just miss that category horribly while browsing ao3???????

[1nsan1tysan1ty]

One of my absolute favorite sub genres of fanfiction within the Batfic community is when civilians are a big part of the story

It’s specifically stories like uhh

I don’t have any specific way to describe it but I LOVEE fics like these

Hold up I’ll drop some examples and then maybe someone may comment a description lol

Here are some examples:

“#SoftRobin”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 7,161

Main tags:

• Damian Centric

• Drabble thrown into one big story

• Damian/Jon

“Grave Robber”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 7,594

Main tags:

• Gotham Cemetary

• Outsider POV

• Resurrected Jason Todd

“Spirit of the Rules”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 9,769

Main tags:

• Red Hood and his goons

• Cuddle Pollen

• Enemy to Caretaker

• Tim POV

• Identity reveal

• Protective Dick Grayson

“Reds Hoods greatest supporters”

Words: 21,422

Chapters: 3/3

Main tags:

• Misunderstandings, Miscommunication

• Crack

• Found family

• Good parent Bruce Wayne

• Trans identity…kinda

“Hero worship”

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 11,998

Main tags:

• Jason centric

• Enemy to caretaker

• Jason’s henchmen

• Tim Drake is a menace

• Jason is good with kids

• Accidental bonding

“Goon of the fucking year”

Chapters: 2/2

Words: 11,219

Main tags:

• Identity reveal

• Hoods men are a little confused but they’re doing their best

• Cuddle pollen

• DC stands for disregard canon

• Platonic relationships

• Dick is a cop

• Lazarus pit maddness

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hi there 🙏 thanks for answer me, you can take your time 😊 I am such a fan of some of your fanfics so I know you can write something for me.

I wasn't really feel comfortable with my body like the usually, so I would really love something about Benny comforting reader about her body issues, something like soft but also smutty.. all the smut you can bring to the table (I read your work so I trust you can do it 😂❤️) it can start softly and then go to the dirty smut... That's all I ask for 🙏.

Take your time of course I'll wait excited ☺️

I'm Really Into You - Part 3

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader "Poppy"

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Hi Nonnie! I'm so sorry to make you wait! I hope it's ok, but your ask reminded me of another ask I had received years ago that had 2 parts. So I made this a part 3! I'll have parts 1 and 2 linked below in case you haven't read them. Thank you so much for waiting!

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**Reader is not described

Main Masterlist

Benny Miller Masterlist

I’m Really Into You Part 1

I’m Really Into You Part 2

I hate our bi-annual meetings at work. They’re supposed to be “fun team morale building”, but all they do is make me feel like shit. Because, inevitably, someone is going to comment on my weight. “You’ve lost weight!” or “Oh, you look the same!”. I once had someone tell me I looked like I had gained weight. People tend to not have filters when you’re not a size 2. I hit Benny’s speed dial on my phone and he picks up after the second ring.

“Hey sweetheart! You on your way over?” I sigh. “Hey, you ok?”

He always seems to know. “Yeah.”

“Poppy?”

I pause a moment. “Just…people at work suck.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No…yes? I don’t know. Maybe I should just go to my place tonight and we can do dinner tomorrow.”

There’s a pause. “If that’s what you want, sure. But I really want you to come over. I miss you.”

A small smile tugs at my lips. “You just saw me yesterday.”

He lets out an overly dramatic whine. “That was forever ago!”

I can’t help but chuckle, picturing his beautiful face and bright blue eyes with a dramatic pout on his lips. “Ok, ok. I’m coming.”

“Yeah you will.”

“Benny!”

“What? I’m psychic too! I can see your future!”

15 minutes later, I pull into his driveway. I glance in the mirror, patting down my hair a little before saying “Fuck it” and just grabbing my bag and walking to the front door. I barely raise my fist to knock before he opens the door, immediately cupping my face and kissing me. It takes me a second but finally I respond, leaning into his kiss as best I can with my bag in one hand and my travel cup in the other.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Benny pulls back just enough to look at me, his large hands still cupping my face. 

“Hi Benny.”

He drops my face and takes my bag, letting me enter and take off my shoes while he closes and locks the door. He hangs my bag on a hook and I follow him over to the couch, where he has a drink and some snacks already sitting out. I sit and look at the snacks, tears welling in my eyes.

“Hey hey! No, I didn’t get the chips you hate, I promise!”

I smile sadly, the tears starting to fall as I desperately try to choke them back, wiping at my face with my sleeve. “N-no, you’re perfect.”

He places his hand on my leg. “Then what is it? Was it work?” When I don’t answer, a flash of anger crosses his face. “Those fuckers.”

I let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, they mean well. I think? It’s just…nevermind.”

Benny squeezes my leg. “You can tell me anything, Poppy.”

I take a deep breath. I promised myself I would be open with Benny, especially after he bared himself to me, telling me all about his ptsd and his nightmares, his insecurities, all of it. 

“At these big team meetings we have twice a year, I see people I don’t normally see. There’s the usual small talk, but someone almost always talks about my weight. Whether I look like I’ve lost a few pounds, look the same, or even gained weight. Once I had lost about 10 pounds and someone asked if I had gained.” I bury my face in my hands, the tears flowing out. “I’m used to the comments but they still hurt,” my voice is muffled but he hears me. 

Gently, Benny grips my forearms, pulling them away from my face before he cups it, waiting for my eyes to find his. “Fuck them, Poppy. You’re gorgeous.”

That sad smile crosses my face again. “You have to say that since you’re my boyfriend. For some reason.” I didn’t mean to say that last part out loud, but I did. 

“What?” Benny said in disbelief.

“It’s just you’re so-” I gesture at him. “-hot. And I’m just-” I gesture at myself. “-me.”

“Poppy, I have thought you were gorgeous from the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted all of you. Your curves, your tits, your ass, your eyes, you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I did to deserve you because I’ve definitely done some fucked up shit in my life.”

I open my mouth to reply, but he presses a finger to my lips. “Let me show you.” He replaces his finger with his lips, soft at first, his tongue gently pressing against my mouth. I part my lips and he slides his tongue in, dancing around with my own. He gently presses on my shoulders to get me to lie down on my back and I comply, his lips kissing down my jaw and sucking on a spot on my neck that has me gasping. His fingers deftly undo the buttons on my shirt and he flings it open, his lips starting a path down to my chest. 

“Ooo front open bra!” 

I can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm, the laugh catching in my throat as he pops open my bra and immediately starts lapping at my chest, tongue swirling around my nipples. He sucks one in his mouth and I groan, pressing my hips up against his, feeling how hard he is in his pants already. He pulls his head back and grabs a boob in each hand, kneading and squeezing them as he brushes his thumb over my peaked nipples.

“These are the best tits I’ve ever seen. And I get to put them in my mouth.” He resumes lapping at them, chuckling darkly when my hips buck up again, a quiet moan all I can manage in response. He pulls the top of my skirt down slightly and starts to move down to my stomach, and this is where I twitch. He knows it’s a sensitive area for me, always self-conscious. But he takes his time, kissing and licking and gripping me, bucking his own hips into the couch. 

“Fuck you are so hot. I love your curves.”

He bunches the edges of my skirt up in his fists, kissing my thighs as he does so. Then he looks up at me, a sparkle in his eyes as he winks, his head disappearing under my skirt. He presses my legs apart more and before I can say anything, he slides my underwear to the side and licks straight up me, my hips bucking into his face. He slides an arm across my lower belly, firmly keeping me in place as he laps at me, his tongue swirling around my clit as I gasp and moan, my hands twisting into the couch cushions as I could not grip his hair. 

“Oh fuck, Benny! There!” He found a spot that makes my leg twitch, massaging it with his tongue for a moment before he slides 2 fingers inside me, immediately curling them and finding that magical spot. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he speaks lowly against my cunt, his voice vibrating through me and I lose it, his name tumbling from my lips in praise as wave after wave of pleasure passes over me. I start to come down, but he doesn’t move, reaffirming his grip on my stomach.

“Not done with you yet,” he mumbles, diving back in, his tongue finding another spot that makes both of my legs twitch this time. I manage to prop myself up enough to look between my legs, his broad shoulders poking out from under my skirt where his head is fully lodged. When he licks against me again I come undone, hips twitching as I cry his name. I come down and he pulls his head out, hair all mussed up, his chin glistening with me, a big stupid smile on his face.

“I want you to think of me between your legs every time you wear this skirt.”

That rushes straight between my legs, despite the last several minutes. “Fuck yeah I will.”

He sits up and reaches over his back, pulling his shirt from himself. I lean up and start to undo his pants, Benny chuckling as he watches me. “Can’t wait, huh?” I shake my head as I pull down his zipper. He pushes my legs wider as I pull down his boxers and lay back, slapping his dick against my overstimulated pussy and I jolt. He grips my knees and pushes them a little more wider, notching himself at my entrance.

“Now I’m going to fuck your gorgeous self into this couch and you’re going to take it like my good girl, right?” I nod furiously. 

He slides himself in with one push of his hips and I cry out, his body laying over mine as he pounds into me, praise whispered in my ear between grunts. “You’re so fucking hot, Poppy…never been this turned on in my life…I swear it’s like I’m a teenager again…I just want to be inside you all day or between your legs…fuck your tits have good bounce!” 

I reach up and pinch my own nipples, eliciting a moan not only from me but from Benny too. “Fuck yeah, Poppy. You’re so hot - touch yourself. Show me how hot you are.”

I hesitate a moment, having never touched myself in front of him, or anyone, before. But I trust the man currently buried inside of me with my entire heart. So I lift two fingers to his mouth and slide them inside, Benny swirling his tongue around them with a groan before I pull them out and place them on my clit, teasing myself how I like. The difference is, I’ve never had a man pounding me senseless while I did this and oh fuck this is hot. Benny pushes himself up, his eyes watching where I’m touching myself.

“Just like you like, Poppy. Oh fuck, this is hot, I’m gonna…cum with me!” 

And I do. I cum yelling his name as he continues to press deeper into me, my fingers still dancing across my clit as my legs twitch, my pussy tightening around him as he spills into me, my name a chant on his own lips. He leans down, still inside me, as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. 

“Feel better, sweetheart?”

I’m smiling genuinely this time, my entire body warm and relaxed as I nod. “Feeling loved.”

Oh. Fuck. What did I just say?

My eyes fly open as I look at him. We had never said that out loud. But Benny’s smile is wider than mine. “That’s because I love you, Poppy.”

“Y-you do?”

He kisses me again, still soft. “I have for a while.”

“I love you too, Benny. So much.”

The kiss heats up and I feel him twitch inside me. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want to spread you out and show you how much I love you.”

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[psychokatrixxxy]

I absolutely love fics where Jason breaks into Titans Tower to carry out his little plan, only to see the state of the Titans and decides that those are his kids now, and he's going to make sure they sleep and eat healthy, thank you very much.

And the Titans just accept that this big scary crime lord (if they, minus Tim... and Bart, even realize who he is) is now their big brother/mother hen.

Yes, I have read Red Hood's Babysitting Services, why do you ask? (*^^*)

Edit: if anyone's got any more fics like this, please drop the link 🙏

[the-golden-comet]

✨🌈🎉The Wingman: 600 Kudos!! 🎉🌈✨

WOW!!! 😳✨

Over 600 people have dropped a lovely little heart on my TLOZ fanfic!! Y’all are a VILLAGE, let me tell you!! 💛🌈✨

Seriously, I am astounded at all the support so far from Tumblr’s community and the AO3 community. Your kindness has inspired me to keep creating and crafting my stories, and as we approach the one-year anniversary of this fic releasing, I am humbled by all the comments people have left. ❤️✨

I appreciate everyone who has taken time out out their days to check out my works, leave a kudos, or even write a lovely comment of their own. 🌈✨

You guys rock. Thank you so much 🙏💛✨

If you haven’t checked out my fanfic, link is below. Just be mindful of all the tags. It’s explicit.

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[lukecastellanshandholder]

Oh, I was born ready! 👀👀

😭😭😭

[hxrsheykisses]

INTRODUCTION POST !! 💋

This is where you know some things about me, what I write, rules, and etc! So basically just a good rundown of everything!

ABOUT ME !!

I am a writer who loves to make sure that my readers are happy with each chapter I post. I love making others happy because it always ends up with me being happy as well! Whenever I post a new chapter to a fic or post something on here for you guys, it just makes me feel whole!

You can call me many names such as Bri/Kissy/Hershey! I don’t care, I just like the thought of people calling me that for whatever reason!

I do take requests! So if you guys ever have a request for me then I will be happy to do so! It doesn’t matter to me how many times you request because why should I care? Keep them coming PLSSSS! However, if you do wish to send in requests then make sure you read the rules for that in this post so that we can both be on the same page!

I don’t care if you inbox me or dm me. I love you guys and once you follow me, you are automatically my friend. I don’t care if I known you for 2 minutes, you are now my friend and we will be talking🙏

For those who came from my ao3 account—first, HAIIIII!!! Second, this blog is mainly Eltingville Club crap because we are STARVING. The fandom is small and when a fandom is small we have to fend for ourselves and work together like a squad. If you know the struggle then you’ll understand the pain and suffering. Am I still pissed that the pilot never got picked up? Yes. Yes I am.

Please don’t be scared of me guys. I know i’m pretty gosh darn famous underneath the Eltingville tags on Ao3 (🌚) but please come out of your shell🥺 (I’m lowkey kinda scared of you guys too)

RULES FOR MY BLOG !!

Please don’t be weird. Like, don’t be weird as in problematic weird. I love me some “weird”people who have a shit tom of OCS, self ships, and all of the above cause I eat it up everytime. ALL. DAY. LONG. If you legit DM me a whole OC lore rundown, I’ll most definitely hype you up the whole time cause the lore drop is lowkey fire and is burning down Joe’s comic shop🙏

Guys, we don’t bully here… I know how saddening it can be to be in a fandom where it’s mostly crickets besides from the heinous crap you scramble by online but let’s not allow it to get to our brains. We are ALL in a hassle for Eltingville Club shit and we need to stick together. Teamwork makes the dreamwork.

Please spam like my shit. Please. If you don’t then I’ll ghost my fic on Ao3….dont make me do it /j

RULES FOR REQUESTING !!

If you want smut, then automatically it will be the epilogue time setting. I do NOT know how old these weirdos are at the beginning and I am NOT taking any chances. This is genuinely my worse nightmare so guys please inform me if I should go with this or not, cause i’m lowkey scurred, remember, we MUST stick together and we have to help each other out🙏🙏 PS, I know i’m a minor but guys…let’s be for real. Also…uhhh, if i do. smut or something suggestive…erm, most of the time the reader will be leading cause I actually don’t know how to make the reader not be in control. Like im talking about FULL control whenever I do this. Sorry guys💔🙏

If you have the NERVE to rush me to get your request done there are two things that could happen to you. One, I will purposely take longer to make your request as a vengeance🌚 or I’ll just get rid of your request and proceed with my day

If you couldn’t tell from the “About Me” section of this post—YES. YES I DO TAKE REQUESTS FOR OCS AND SELF SHIPS. YES. Send them in along with some important information about them (Personality, interests, appearance, and their relationship with so & so) so I can get to WORK

GENERAL INFORMATION !!

I’ll try to make a link to all of the Appreciation Inboxes you guys send me because those are genuinely so sweet and I want everyone to see them (if you want yours to be private then just DM me instead!) AUAUAUAU♥️

There will be some posts dedicated to my fic on AO3 (headcanons, oneshots, drabbles, etc) because it’s always nice to have some small extra stuff that doesn’t follow the storyline exactly, just some cute stuff. The link for the fic will be on this pinned post at the very end!

Welp, that’s all that I got for now! Thank you so much for reading this and sticking with me, I hope to see you guys soon while I start to fill this blog with endless Eltingville content. Drink and eat regular and take good care of yourself because YOU matter! Love you!💋♥️♥️

[devondespresso]

First fic tag game 📝

Pick a fandom and post an excerpt of the first thing you ever wrote in that fandom. Could be a scene, part of a scene, a couple of lines, whatever your first foray into writing for that fandom was. Feel free to include a link to the story it comes from if it’s been published (excerpts from WIPs count too).

tagged by my beloveds @carolperkinsexgirlfriend and @stellarspecter

technically the first thing i started writing for stranger things was my Steve Henderson au 👀 tho at this point most of the original draft from then has been edited bc i was definitely learning as i went, this scene below is one of my favorites from that first attempt and has had the least amount of edits (all the plot beats and most of the dialogue being the exact same!!)

<< also thank you guys you reminded me just in time to keep up with my resolution of revisiting this wip at least once a month 🙏 >>

putting the snip under the cut, and going ahead and tagging @sourw0lfs @marvel-ous-m @helpimstuckposting @queenie-ofthe-void @solarmorrigan

@withacapitalp @hairstevington @scriptorbemi @tinytalkingtina @hbyrde36

and anyone else who wants to join!! 💕💕💕

(Context: in season 2 in Dustin's cellar, right after they find and look through the hole D'art dug to escape)

“Great.” Steve sighed, standing up and laying the slime on the ground by the hole, “So now what?”

“We have to find him.”

“Yeah, can’t say I’m thrilled about that.”

“We have to, he ate Mews when he was the same size as her. If he keeps getting bigger he’s going to start hurting people.”

"Mews as in… your cat?"

"Yeah."

Steve nodded slowly.

“You said his face opened up, right? Like,” Steve set the bat down and tried gesturing the petals from the demogorgon’s ‘face’.

“Yeah, yeah, exactly like that. Like he’s an early metamorphic stage of a–”

“Demogorgon.” Awesome. Round two, apparently. “Should we be telling someone about this?”

“I’ve been trying, no one’s answered their walkie all day. That's why I got you.”

“Good to know I’m your last choice.” Steve bitched.

Henderson just rolled his eyes and looked back at the hole.

“Still not a huge fan of looking for a man-eating dog in the middle of the night.” Steve said, “Think it could wait ‘till morning?”

“Maybe? We don’t have any idea where he’ll climb out.”

“Your house’s pretty secure right?” Steve asked. Henderson turned around to look at him, confused. “Just like. He’s not gonna be able to break in while you’re sleeping?”

Henderson’s eyes widened. Shit.

“I… I don’t think so. He didn’t break out when he was cat-sized.”

“Good good, then you’ll be fine,” Steve assured, giving him a solid pat on the back. “We’ll wait until it’s light tomorrow and I’ll come help you find him and we’ll take care of it, yeah?”

“Yeah, good. Sounds good. Tomorrow.”

“Cool, I’ll drop by at eleven.”

“Yeah, just– park at the end of the street. I’ll tell my mom I’m going to a friend’s house.”

“Alright.” Steve slung the bat over his shoulder and walked back to the stairs, Henderson catching up beside him. “And, uh, don’t sweat it, man. The coming-inside-while-you’re-asleep thing. I mean even if he had, like, the brainpower to try and find a way in, he wouldn’t have the force—I mean full grown they’re like sticks—and why would he even want in anyway there's plenty of squirrels and shit–”

“You’re right,” Henderson interrupted. “It’s, uh… just a– He's not big. Yet. So there's no real reason to worry.”

Steve looked at him as he put up a small smile, close-lipped and eyes barely squinted. It could pass as calm if he’d never seen the kid before in his damn life. But talking about it more wasn’t helping.

“Yeah, good.” He patted his arm, then looked at his car for a moment. “Wait here a sec.”

Steve jogged over and opened the passenger's seat, pulling a napkin and a pen out of his glovebox and scribbling his number down.

Steve went to turn around and run back, only to find Dustin barely a few steps behind him.

“Here,” he said, handing Dustin the napkin and closing the car door, “If you need anything.”

He rounded the car to the driver’s side, and when he looked back Dustin was just standing there with the napkin. Steve gestured to the house’s front door.

“Shit, yeah.” He whispered and rushed to get inside, “Thanks.”

Steve waved him off and sat in his car, waiting until the front door closed before driving back home.

Demogorgons again, then. Great. Wonderful

[cathreaux]

Um, excuse me sorry to bother you but in response to that reblog about Polin fanfics.... uh... season 1 AU you say?? Mind dropping that link 🙏

Hi, of course! 🖤

Colin Sees You As You Are by Gah_gah_gah

"After his engagement dinner the night before, Colin Bridgerton discreetly spent the day getting things ready to take his betrothed to Gretna Green the next morning. But he soon realised that more than a few things were not sitting right with him when he finished running around and settled in for the evening to pack.

Like what had his friend and soon-to-be cousin-in-law intended to say to him before they were interrupted? What made his fiancée feel that his family was not accepting of her? Why couldn't he return her declaration of love?

He knew he would not be able to find peace of mind until he got some answers and the clock was ticking away. There was only one thing for it, he had to pay a late night visit to the home across the street that housed both his friend and his fiancée.

But when he overheard the two ladies in question having a heated discussion, he was hit with more questions than answers".

I love this fic 🖤 it's completed with the original final, and had some chapters of one of the alternative ends, I hope you enjoy it ✨

[glitternightingale]

MAY I JUST SAY a big thank you to all Caitvi fanfic writers who introduce Viktor as a resigned, frail man who accidentally becomes their mentor and makes them realize their feelings for each other?

The last part mostly goes for AUs but y'all really give him so much aura every time. 🙏💖

(Like, there's one fic where Vik's a priest(?) and goes to Cait's estate and she hosts a dinner with him and Vi. That scene was amazing. If you have the link to the fic pls drop it; I need to reread this one so badly.)

[catgumi]

“Fushiguro.”

Formal tones. Distance. So much distance between them. He'd never hated his name so much. He wanted to be Megumi again, he wanted to be the Megumi that Yuuji had made human. Running so fast that the tears dried where they glistened against his cornea, screaming his name like it could buy them time. His hand reached out, thread pulled taut and he knew what it meant but he refused to acknowledge it.

He refused, he refused. Megumi didn't care if the threads wrapped around his neck and suffocated him anymore, he didn't even care if they snapped. Yuuji was his, all his. The only person who'd ever belonged to him, who he gave himself to. The first thing he had ever asked for in this world.

Megumi couldn't reject the notion of soulmates anymore. Half his heart, all his soul — everything spattered before him then and there. Stilled in his tracks, for a moment, his chest didn't even heave. Yuuji's blood on his cheek, trickling past the corner of his mouth. It tasted like a last kiss. His lungs stuttered. Yuuji had just been standing there, and now he was gone.

(my brain isn't working vv well today, so this is just a little extract from an itafushi fic im working on, bc i am working on one!! i have many drafts, but this one is my fav🤧 tysm for saying such nice things tho🥺 currently a bit busy so progress is slow, but if you'd like i can drop a link when i post it eventually🥺 as for an indication of which moot i am, ig we became moots fairly recently?? haven't interacted before that if it helps)

shaking you and crying righr now and ripping out my hair and everything . anonwhat tge fuck this is gorgeous .what happened to yuji😭😭 ur such a talented writer im like actually bawling , i would love a link once its posted..if u have any other works posted i encourage u to overcome ur fear of outing urself so that i can read them 🙏🙏

[theflirtmeister]

There are so few piranhashipping fics do we get a flirtmeister one 🙏🙏 for kinks uhh anything you want but you could gag or collar William mayb ;P

ao3 link

William is still in the post-orgasm haze when John clips the collar around his neck, gently tilting up his head so that it doesn’t catch the skin. William barely recognises it at first, the pressure around his throat, too busy trying to catch his breath as cum cools across his stomach.

“There we go,” John says softly. “My pet.”

William does acknowledge the term of endearment, blinking up into the other man’s face. They’re not usually soppy, both too old for anything saccharin, struggling enough to arrange a hook-up outside doctor’s appointments and business meetings.

“Pet?” He says, and then his hands go to his neck. “John.”

There’s a flicker of a smile on John’s face, the satisfied look he gets when he’s achieved something. He rubs his thumb over the collar, eyes downcast as he admires how he’s claimed William, practically scrawled his name across his skin.

“Get it off me,” William says. “We’re not – Why?”

“Domestic pigs often wear collars when outside the home-.”

“I’m not a pig,” William says. He manages to sit upright, drags the covers up over his naked body. “Jesus John. Did you plan this?”

“Of course,” John says, and William laughs in disbelief.

“You are unbelievable.” He says, and runs his hands through his hair. Then his hands drop to touch the collar, the leather soft and buttery against his fingertips. It’s expensive; William wonders if John somehow made it in his workshop, in between architecture plans and nursery building.

“You look good with it on,” John says. He’s still naked, sitting on the edge of the bed like he’s expecting a round two. “You should be proud.”

“Of being collared?”

“Of being mine.”

William stares at him. John does not blink, gazing at William with his long eyelashes, an almost innocent expression. William can’t believe him, that John brought the collar with him, that John distracted him with sex, that John clipped a collar around his neck and is just sitting there.

“I can’t be yours,” William says stupidly.

John raises one eyebrow. “And why not? You’re single-“

“You’re married,” William says. “I had dinner with your wife last week.”

“Jill understands,” John replies, as if it’s simple. “She knows the extent of my feelings for you.”

“Feelings,” William repeats, and his hands go to the collar again. “Is this a kink thing?”

John doesn’t reply to that. Instead, he reaches out and hooks his fingers into the collar, tugging William towards him. He smells like sandalwood and engine oil, a working man. William’s never done a day of hard work in his life, not with his hands like John does. He’s never had dirt underneath his fingernails.

“Don’t you want to be mine?” John asks softly. “Don’t you want to be taken care of?”

William feels a shiver run down his spine, but he doesn’t pull away. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to, caught in John’s grip like a fish on a hook. He wets his lower lip with his tongue, and notices that John’s eyes track the movement.

“I could be yours” William says, unable to confirm it, always wanting a way out. “If you’re offering.”

“A deal,” John says, and kisses William to seal it.

[k4marina]

okay party people, need your help.

i was reading a fic where reader was hiding in simons closet on base and i think was recording him jacking off without him knowing and like she drops the phone and catches his attention but i didn’t get to like it or anything but if anyone knows the link that would be rlly helpful 😭😭🙏🙏

[venelona-turtle-den]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

Hello! Thank you so much for asking me! ^^

I'm very proud of the mark swap comic. I love every joke I put in there. Especially eye bananas

I would be happy to see Mikey and Donnie comic getting some more love. It's the hc I like very much and finishing that comic took quite a bit of effort, but didn't result in a lot x) That happens, and it's totally fine, but if you haven't seen it please check it out 💖

3. Oh, it's time to share some LOVE

This piece by @phykoha! All of their desktop Leon art makes me SUPER happy, and was a huge boost for me back when I was still anxious whenever or not I've done good enough job on making Leo :') So I am forever grateful, haha. I picked this one because it makes me laugh the most LOL or should I say cackle evilly

This beautiful comic about Pcpaw and his lil' brothers by @fabsf2 My jaw dropped when I saw it, it's so good and so adorable!! Always happy to see desktop ol' man happy ✨

Cryptid Mikey! Cryptid Mikey! Cryptid Mikey by the beautiful @sheep-turtles-and-pizza 💖💖💖I love all of her art (its so so PRETTY and so so CUTE and so so FUNNY and so so STUNNING), but I am always super excited to see more cryptid Mikey ✨

Happy New Year 💖Let's fill 2024 with more turtles that are also teens and ninjas, or old men with existential crisis, shall we? 🙏✨

[reggieblk]

i have NO idea which ones you’ve already answered ajdkshshdhdj but for the WIP game i would like to humbly inquire about the heart of the sea if you haven’t posted about it already 🙏🙏🙏

omg i am SO SORRY for the time it took for me to answer this ask!! work has been kicking my ass lol but thank you so much for asking! I'd be happy to talk about it <3

the heart of the sea is my pirate AU! The premise is that Harry is a pirate captain, and Tom is the Crown Prince of England; it's written from their dual POV. They meet when Harry is brought before Tom to be sentenced to death for his crimes and it's very much -- if not love, then -- obsession at first sight.

It includes a chase, a lot of found family, and I'd say it's a fast burn.

I haven't touched this one in a while despite having the plot entirely plotted out, but it's one of those wips where the initial idea is good but the execution is mediocre, so it could benefit from a rewrite at some point!

Here's a snippet I posted for a tag game a while ago of their first meeting : link

Here's a snippet from the chase portion of the fic as well :

They all broke off into groups, Harry going off on his own. When he left for the village, the Prince’s ship had been stationed further down the pier from theirs, devoid of any crewmates from the looks of it. He’d tried to get a better look, remaining discreet to avoid his own crewmates' merciless teasing, but he hadn’t seen anyone. 

So, maybe wandering off on his own was a decision made with the intent of catching a glimpse of the pretty Prince, no one had to know anyhow. 

He thought he’d go and give Suzie a visit, having not seen her in a couple of years. 

Walking into the bar though, he saw him. Leaning against the bar was the Prince, wearing distinctively pirate-esque attire, looking absolutely dashing. Harry’s heart rate spiked as he hovered in the doorway. He looked at the people hovering around the Prince but none were paying him any mind, too busy listening to the exchange between the Prince and the barmaid. 

Harry walked forward discreetly, leaning against a beam some feet away from the Prince. 

“A hundred doubloons,” Suzie was saying and Harry bit his cheek to not laugh, “that’s me last word.”

The Prince scoffed. “A hundred?” he repeated, fingers clenching against the wood.

“A bit much don’t you think, Suzie?” Harry interjected, advancing and leaning against the bar next to the Prince. He relished in everyone’s attention snapping to him, the Prince’s jaw dropping. 

“Harry Potter!” Suzie exclaimed, eyes wide. “My, I haven’t seen you in a while dear.”

“Aye,” Harry said, tearing his gaze away from the Prince, an amused grin on his features, “too long my darlin’, give us the usual, yeah?”

She nodded, smiling lightly, a pink blush decorating her cheeks.

“You!” a blonde man spat next to the Prince.

“You know this lot, Harry?” Suzie asked, setting a glass of rum in front of him. 

Harry grinned, turning to the Prince who looked shocked. “You could say that, now, how much do I owe you for this, love? Not a hundred I hope.”

Suzie shook her head, smiling. “Only one for that, although,” she added, leaning against the bar suggestively, “my offer still stands if you want it for free.”

Harry smiled warmly, turning back to her. “Aye you know me Suzie…”

She waved a hand in the air, masking her disappointment. “Married to the sea, I know, I know.”

“You know Suzie, lately I’ve been thinking I wouldn't mind a Prince,” he grinned, eyeing the man next to him who was still frozen in shock.

Suzie laughed. “A Prince? Good Lord, and where will you find yourself a Prince?”

Harry angled himself towards Tom, downing the last of his glass and smirking, watching as Tom’s eyes roamed over him. “Not far, I’m sure,” he murmured.

So suddenly Harry would have had no chance of expecting it, a dagger was at his throat and the Prince was pressing him into the bar, pressing the blade into his neck. Harry only grinned. The bar went silent, everyone stilling at the commotion. 

“Kill me here Tom and they’ll have your head on a stick before you can appreciate my death,” Harry murmured, holding the Prince’s waist in a bold move.

“You have something of mine,” the Prince sniped, digging the blade further into Harry’s throat. He’d never been more excited in his life. He made a delightful sight, eyes bright with adrenaline, cheeks flushed with anger, hands firm but delicate where he held onto Harry. 

“You’ve come a long way for a ring, love,” Harry murmured, looking up at the Prince through his eyelashes, relishing every reaction he got; his eyes flashing in anger, the blade digging further into his skin. Harry pinched his waist, just to see what would happen. His grin brightened as the Prince leant further into him. 

“I didn’t come for the ring,” the Prince spat, looking like he wanted nothing more than to slit Harry’s throat. 

“Another kiss then?” Harry asked cheekily, cocking his head to the side and licking his lips. He didn’t miss the way the Prince’s eyes flicked downwards, following the motion. 

“Harry, my boy! You seem to be in quite the predicament!”

Harry closed his eyes, groaning, clenching his jaw in annoyance.

Of course Dumbledore would ruin the best moment of his life.

“I’m busy old man!” he called, opening his eyes again. “You can just fuck off.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised, a faint look of amusement passing over him. Harry smiled at him, rolling his eyes, as if they were sharing a funny joke. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Harry asked, turning his full attention back to Tom, hoping he was coming off as charming.

Tom scoffed. “You realise I’m going to kill you?” He made the sentiment clear by digging the blade further into Harry’s throat. 

Harry sighed before flipping their positions in a swift movement. The Prince’s eyes were wide as he was pressed into the bar. He attempted to fight back immediately but Harry only pressed his own knife into his throat, draping himself over the Prince in a way that was anything but appropriate.

“You know darlin’, it’s not that easy to kill me, a fair few people have had a go at it,” he said, smiling down at the Prince. Harry leant back, keeping the dagger in place, and took Tom’s left hand in his. He smiled, warmth blossoming in his chest. “My needle,” he murmured, passing a thumb over the thin band. 

The Prince hung his head back, baring his throat, and snatched his hand back. “I hate you,” he said through clenched teeth.