#jack draper smut

[soccerbites]

teaching 101: P.E stands for pleasing expert

w.c: 3744

warnings: oral sex (male receiving) other than that i dont think so

p.d: this is an au (theyre not professional tennis players, theyre teachers)

As Jannik walked into the teachers lounge he could already feel the warm and light air grazing his skin, and that could only mean one thing: someone had just brewed coffee. Closing the door behind him he came face to face with a man who he hadn’t seen around before, which would not be a particularly bad thing if he were not pouring himself coffee into his Fantastic Mr. Fox mug.

“Hi- uhm, sorry that is actually my mug” the redhead said as he set his bag on one of the tables and pointed at the slightly worn out thing, so old that the stamp was starting to be hard to make out. He took his time to take him in, taller than him but not by much, big arms, big legs, amazing shoulders and even more amazing hair, gym clothes, PE teacher maybe?

“Oh- this children thing? sorry I thought one of the students had lost it, i forgot mine” the unnamed man looked at the steaming cup on his hand with an unsurprisingly cheeky grin as showing he was proud of the comment he had just said, and that by the way, Jannik did not think it was laughable.

“Well no, it’s mine so i’d appreciate it if you could rinse it off…” still he couldn’t keep up with the mean attitude, “please?”.

Bulky man looked at him through his quite long lashes “well if you’re saying please…” and turned around to rinse the cup off in the sink, just to dry it and fill it again, handing it to Jannik, “I’m Jack, started this week”.

He accepted the peace offering with a tight smile and reached for the sugar packets lying on the counter, “thank you, yeah i can see that… I’m Jannik, Sinner”, he grabbed four of them and ripped them open at the same time, the large amount almost making the coffee spill over.

Jack broke into laughter which made the redhead look at him with squinted eyes, not knowing what was going on “I’m sorry it’s just- four packets! wow you must be sweet”.

“Excuse me?” He knows the amount of sugar that he puts on his coffee can be atrocious to some people, but he definitely did not expect the new guy to point it out even less laugh about it.

“You’ll die from a sugar rush one of these days” and just when Jannik was about to complain again Lydia, his best friend, roommate, and colleague, walked into the lounge “anyways, gotta go find a new cup now, don’t I? probably will have to use one of those foam ones that make climate change worse and it’ll be all little Jannik’s fault…” finished Jack while he grabbed his puffer jacket that was lying on one of the chairs before stepping out of the room.

“I see you’ve met the new PE teacher” said Lydia, a tall brunette with brown bambi eyes that made Jannik’s life easier and harder at the same time, “pretty hot, right?”.

Jannik scrunched his nose at his friend’s comment “of course you’d think he is hot”.

“Oh come on!” there goes the screaming, “you can’t tell me you look at that man and don’t feel girl things”

“GIRL THINGS?! I’M A MAN!” that one actually made him laugh “what are you Ly eight?” he took a sip from his coffee and found that, in fact, it was too sweet; but he loves it “no, ‘cause he tried to steal my cup and then laughed at my sugar”.

“Of course he laughed at your sugar, it is insane”, a short silence followed as Lydia took out of her bag a plastic container full of banana bread they had made together the day before, and offered him a slice, “you know that saying about PE teachers, right?”.

“I don’t think I do” replied Jannik, stuffing his mouth.

“Yeah you do, the one about what does PE stand for, besides the obvious of course”.

“I really don’t, tell me”.

“It stands for pleasing expert” the words slipped from his friend’s mouth as nonchalantly as ever and Jannik almost choked.

“God, no it does not, you’ve just made that up” the redhead took big gulps from his coffee, trying to pass down the bite that almost killed him.

“Of course I’ve just made it up, but it is true, I just know it”

“You just know that Jack, the new PE teacher, is a pleasing expert?” Lydia just nodded, “I can’t with you, please wash my cup I’m running late”.

“You’ll be home for dinner right?” his friend asked before he got to the door.

“Of course where else would I be?” Clearly he instantly regretted his question.

“Oh I don’t know, getting some pleasing expertise”.

“One of these days you’ll get yourself fired, you know that?” Still, Jannik couldn’t help but laugh at his friend. It wasn’t the first time Lydia teased him about another teacher, first it was the music teacher Charlie, then it had been Martin the school’s accountant until he was laid off, and now Jack. And with the Christmas break starting the next day it meant that the teachers’ Christmas dinner was taking place too, and Jannik knew that his friend would do everything at hand to put him through at least one uncomfortable situation with this guy.

But still, the weird encounter from earlier and the thought of Lydia practically inflicting psychological pain on him did not stop Jannik from doing what he loves most in the world, his job, and doing it amazingly.

His students worshipped him, the girls love to try to braid his curls when his hair gets too long and they have little breaks to choose what shirt color he’ll wear the next week, and the boys know just how to get to him so he’ll let them play football at the schoolyard just so he then has to tend to their knee grazes.

When he got to his classroom, some of the kids were already there talking, and of course he eavesdropped. Some of the comments he heard from the boys being “he’s so cool”, “did you see his serve?”, “he should be a professional”. As he reached his desk he saw two of his favorite students, Anna and Lucy, were waiting for him with a banana, “hey girls! Is that for me?” Jannik took off his coat and left it on the back of his chair where he sat.

“Yes! we won’t be seeing you for TWO weeks, so we brought you a present”, Anna said as Lucy gave him the fruit.

“That’s very kind of you, you know I’ll miss you” Jannik left the banana on a side, Lydia would probably make another incredible banana bread from it in a few days, “do you happen to know who the boys are talking about?”

“Oh… THAT we do” Lucy replied and looked at Anna as both of them giggled, “they’re talking about the new PE teacher, we had class with him yesterday”.

“You did? how was it?” Suddenly Jannik was interested.

“SO good” “he is SO funny” both girls said at the same time.

“Really? I don’t know him, I met him just a few minutes ago”.

“Well he is, and he is so handsome too” Anna said and Lucy nodded in a way that could’ve dislocated her head.

“He is quite old for two seven years old, isn’t he?” Jannik couldn’t help but smile at the students.

“Yeah, for us but not for you” Lucy blatantly declared, followed by Anna “LUCY WE HAVE TO TALK TO HIM ABOUT MISTER JANNIK”.

“HEY! I’m right here” he got up from his seat, ready to start the class “and NO you will not talk to him about me that’s completely inappropriate”, and with hands on his hips sent them on their way, “now go sit down, we’re about to start”.

Watching Anna and Lucy whisper and giggle to each other as they walked to their desks, Jannik knew that this whole deal, this new teacher, would definitely give him many headaches in the weeks to come.

The next afternoon Jannik and Lydia had just finished getting ready for the annual teachers’ Christmas dinner, hosted by the school at a tiny restaurant that every year they rented for the occasion. The two friends had met at work three years ago, fresh out of school and just beginners in what they do. They instantly hit it off, moving in together not many months after knowing each other. Now, both consider each other a sibling more than a friend.

“Blue looks insanely good on you, you know that?” Lydia complimented him when they got into his friend’s car, the only one of the two who knows how to drive.

“Well thank you, you look very nice too” Jannik tightened his long grey coat around his body which was covered in a loose dark blue shirt, the cold from the English winter getting to him.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to steal your man” and there comes the teasing.

“I don’t have any man that you could steal from me Ly” the redhead fastened his seatbelt, even though his friend was the only one who could drive it didn’t mean she was good at it.

“YET, you don’t have a man I can steal from you YET” a tight turn Lydia made after almost missing it made Jannik grab onto the dashboard.

“So you’re saying that if I ever have a man you’d be capable of stealing him from me?”

“OH NO NO NO, mr. Draper is all yours I swear I’ll be the biggest fan”.

“Draper? how do you even know his last name?” he knew exactly how, stalking.

“Babe if you thought I’m setting you up with a man we don’t know anything about then you’re insane and don’t really know me, I know you are dying to know what I’ve found”.

“No I’m not” liar.

“Don’t lie to me Jan” the nickname meant serious.

“Fine, tell me, BUT just because I want to know about him as our coworker, not for any other reason”.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night” they had arrived to the restaurant and Lydia was parking, or at least trying to, “he is 23, he actually just turned 23” Jannik tried to interrupt her to ask how the fuck she got his birthday but his friend didn’t let him speak, “his parents are divorced-”

“Jesus Christ Ly what the fuck”.

“You asked!”

“Well I don’t want to know anymore, save it” Jannik said as he reached for the door handle and got out of the car, “look how shitty you’ve parked if you’d only been paying attention”.

“Sorry for trying to get you to get some”, they crossed the street as quick as they could, it had started to rain.

“I don’t want to get some, please behave tonight, I’m begging you” they got inside the restaurant and gave their coats over so they’d get hung.

“How can you not want to get some?”

“I don’t want to get some WITH HIM, now promise me you’ll behave” Jannik pulled his pinky finger out and Lydia intertwined it with hers.

“I promise I’ll TRY to behave tonight” it’d be a long night.

On the other side of the room Jack was watching the two friends talk. To be fair, he did not know you were supposed to take your own mug to work, even less that people would be so possessive of them, and he would be lying if he said he did not find it hot. Draper had been able to bewitch women and men easily since he learnt what flirting was; he knew he was hot and he knew his tricks always worked, so when Jannik did not fall for them from the beginning he took it as a personal challenge. That is why when everyone started sitting down around the long center table he smoothly rushed to get a seat next to the redhead, sadly for him he was now sandwiched between his best friend and the guy she was determined to set him up with.

“Well, well, the mug police himself, on the flesh” Jack’s teasing started.

“Well, well, the mug thief himself, on the flesh”, Jannik replied as coldly as he could.

The brunet found it endearing, taking a risk and getting closer to him just so he could whisper in his ear “does that role play turn you on?”.

It was not only the question that sent shivers down Jannik’s spine, but also his hot breath against the skin of his neck, which was still cold from outside, gave him goosebumps, and of course Jack noticed, smirking. When Jannik did not answer he looked at him, saw his cheeks slightly flushed, and he was sure it was not from the cold, at least not anymore.

Jannik’s mind was running at speeds it had never run before. Of course he was hot, he knew it from the moment he laid eyes on him, but he still had been an asshole to him the day before at the teachers’ lounge and normally he would never go for a guy like that, but to be honest the more he thought about it the more aroused he got. What is it with people going for people who treat them poorly?, and who does he think he is? asking him if role play turns him on at the table surrounded by coworkers, and no it did not turn him on but still they had barely exchanged words since they met, what gave him the confidence to pull something like that? yet he found that same confidence was what drew him to the new guy.

Just a few minutes later, when Draper was not expecting him to say a word anymore, Jannik decided to play his card and leaned a bit to Jack’s side to be him the one to whisper now “It doesn’t, actually, I find it disgusting” that set Jack off.

“What do you like then?” when he said that Jannik knew it was getting too far but he could not help but stare at the grin on the PE teacher’s face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he reached for the bottle of wine in front of them but Draper was quicker, grabbing it and pouring it for him.

“I think more than knowing I’d like to try” nothing satisfied Jack more than seeing Jannik’s eyes open like saucers, he was about to add more fuel to the fire when who he knew was named Lydia got up from her seat.

“Where are you going?” Jannik asked her friend.

“My dad’s calling me, I’ll be right back” Ly walked over to a private corner to take the call, and Jack saw how Jannik did not stop looking at her as she talked, not even when she was making her way back to the table and got closer to where they were. “I’ve got to go”, the brunette told while grabbing her purse and kissing her friend goodbye.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?” the redhead asked, worried.

“Yeah, they just need me to look after my brother tonight, do you have money for a cab back home?” Lydia looked around her bag trying to find some change.

“Don’t worry, I’ll drive him” Jack chimed in, surprising both Lydia and Jannik.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart!” Ly exclaimed with the biggest smile on her face, then turned to look at Jannik “don’t expect me to be back until tomorrow, have fun!”

Jannik watched his friend run out of the restaurant and wondered if she really had to go look after her brother, or rather had heard him and Jack and this was her way of saying “you go boy!” but it didn’t really matter, he’ll find out when he sees her again the next day, and then decide if he kills her or not.

“Guess you’re stuck with me” Jack said, this time not whispering. Under the table, his hand made its way to Jannik’s thigh, who was strangely not surprised by it and did not try to take it away. If he really wanted to play this game then let’s play it.

The hours passed as slowly as ever, and even though they did not say it explicitly, both knew how the night was going to end. At one point, people started to get up and go to a makeshift dance floor, including Jannik who was talking on the sidelines with one of their coworkers. So as soon as everyone started to call it a night, Jack made his way over to him and asked with his hands on his front pockets “ready to go?”, to which he nodded and together walked to the restaurant door, not before getting their coats; Draper even handing Jannik his so he could put it on.

When they got into the brunet’s car Jannik gave him the address of the apartment he and Lydia share. The drive felt longer than it actually was. The air was thick with anticipation and tension that both men could feel could be cut with a spoon. The radio was playing at low volume a song Jannik did not recognize, and which he wished would be louder so the thoughts running through his mind could be shut down. Thoughts that, maybe if he had not drank a full glass of wine, would stop him from saying what he said next as Jack stopped the car in front of his building.

“Are you coming up?” the redhead asked, picking up the courage to look the other man right in the eyes.

“Is this your way of inviting me to?”

“Just if you want it to be”

And just like that both get out of the car. The chilly air of the night tried to get to them, but was stopped from doing so when Jack pressed his body against Jannik’s back while he opened the door and guided them to the elevator. The metallic doors had barely closed behind them when the redhead felt two heavy hands on his chest pushing him against the wall. The tips of their noses were a breath away. Their foreheads were already sweating from touching. Their lips were almost melting into one. But the ding indicating they had reached their destined floor pulled them apart.

Jannik grabbed Jack’s hand and dragged him through the corridor. The new guy, as Jannik called him, was making it hard for him to open the door, sucking on the cold flesh of his neck and keeping him steady by the waist with his fingers.

Once they were inside the apartment they did not lose time. Jack followed his toyboy for the night to his bedroom and immediately clashed their lips in a needy and sloppy kiss that would make them fall on the bed. To the brunet’s surprise, Jannik turned them around, being him the one on top, taking advantage of it by sitting on Jack’s lap and picking him by the collar of his shirt without ever letting their tongues leave each other’s mouths.

“Take this off” Jannik ordered Jack who did as he was told while the redhead attacked his collarbone hunger and desperation.

“Lay down”, even though Draper was turned on by Jannik’s dominance, he still wanted to be the one in charge. So, he finished taking off his clothes and continued to dispose of the ones on Sinner’s body, mesmerized by the amount of freckles that covered the pale skin that now felt blazing hot under his touch.

Jack kissed the chest in front of him. He could not resist the urge to make a trail by licking and biting from Jannik’s left to right nipple, and this seemed to please him as a stifled sight left his lips and forced his hands to make tight fists on the brunet’s long hair.

Draper continued his biting trail down Sinner’s torso and looked up to search for permission in his eyes when he reached the redhead’s low abdomen. Jannik could only bring himself to eagerly nod, impatient to feel Jack’s mouth around his length.

And finally, he understood Lydia’s little pleasing expert joke. Jack started by taking Jannik’s hardened length in his hand and flicking his tongue around the tip a few times in a way that made Sinner let out the first moan of the night.

“You know, I don’t like people telling me what to do” Jack told with his mouth still close to the redhead’s dick. This sent a vibration strong enough through Jannik’s body to lift his hips uncontrollably.

“I didn’t” Jannik managed to say between moans, but was quickly shut up. Jack locked his right hand around Sinner’s freckled neck while his left one continued to masturbate him.

“Sshh, you kinda did” Draper took more of his new friend into his mouth and continued to work him while trying not to gag every time the tip grazed the back of his throat. He let Jannik’s dick pop out of his mouth for a few seconds, “not until I say so”. Sinner did not complain, he knew he was under his control.

Jack watched through his eyelashes Jannik’s head fall back and felt his hair being hardly pulled when he took him in again, hollowing his cheeks.

Jannik felt himself being pushed more and more towards the edge with every bob of Jack’s head and also surprised when he heard the new guy’s name slip from his lips pleading to let him cum.

Draper gave in and let the redhead have what he asked for: release. He did not let go until he was sure every drop had been taken and took his time to clean Jannik up. Jack lifted himself up in the bed and watched as Jannik came down from his high and waited until his breathing slowed down to give him a peck just so the redhead could get a little taste of himself.

“Home safe and in one piece”, was the last thing Jack said while getting dressed again, not even waiting a second so Jannik could answer. He was already out the door.

After a hot shower and a change of sheets, Sinner let himself drift off to sleep. But not without first texting his friend Lydia: “did you happen to find his number during your stalking session?”.

[dwaw-dd]

I really need to start writing again. The only way I'm getting Andy Murray smut is if I write it myself.

[clockwayswrites]

A Hill To Die On

This is most of Chapter 1, cutting before the smut. IT DOES GET SPICY THOUGH. 🌶️⚠️ Some of this has been posted before, but figured I'd give you all one nice big chunk of it!

Tim brush his hand idly through his damp hair as he stepped out of the shower.

It had gotten long.

He hadn’t planned to grow it out, it just sort of happened. He’d gotten it cut last summer before he started his sophomore year of college. The start of the semester had bled into midterms. Midterms had proceeded papers and projects. Projects had become final presentations and exams. Classes ended abruptly into a too short winter break of Tim visiting Cass and her team then dragging her home for Christmas. The New Year had been filled with Titans and teammates and fireworks.

He might cut it when it started getting to muggy. Spring had barely broken into the city. It was warm enough not to need heavy coat but cool enough Tim could still wear his favorite leather jacket he’d stolen from Jason. It was a good time of the year.

His hair really had gotten long.

As long as the wig Tim wore when he became Caroline. He tugged at the ends of the hair where, if he tilted his head down to look up under his lashes, the black strands brushed the top of his shoulders.

Tim hadn’t been Caroline Hill in a long time now.

Or Alvin Draper.

Or Timothy Drake— CEO to be.

He hadn’t been anyone, really. Instead he had been struggling to find out who Tim Wayne was beyond the expectations of dead parents, missions hidden behind masks, and under the weight everyone else’s needs.

He still really didn’t know.

It felt more like a game of finding out what he wasn’t than falling into what he was. Or what he liked to be.

He could be a ruthless businessman, but that was Timothy Drake, wasn’t it? That was his father’s Jack’s legacy and Janet’s cold, confident smile. He didn’t like being that.

He didn’t like being them.

He could be whatever the mission needed. He could do recon, hacking, infiltration, fighting—a replacement, like Jason said. The word didn’t have the same sting that it used to. Replacement. It was almost a word of respect now. It had taken a lot of talking (and a lot of alcohol) for Jason and Tim to get somewhere good, but they both got it now. Red Robin was whoever the team needed.

He was tired of having to fill in cracks.

He beyond tired of just existing for everyone else’s needs.

The weight of that had nearly broken him.

Had broken him.

Tim watched the black strands of hair slip over the spider web of scars on his left hand.

Bruce had assured him that there would always be a place with the Bats if Tim still wanted it. Tim didn’t know if he would. Tim refused to just fill in the space that was left open anymore. It took a lot of sessions with his Justice League approved therapist for Tim to even get to that line in the sand, but he understood how important it was now.

He had to stop being the replacement. The other Robin. The other son.

It was a problem.

Another problem was, he didn’t always think he was Tim Wayne, even with the pieces that he was slowly learning.

Tim dug around under his sink, coming up with the purple case he’d stolen from Steph to keep Caroline’s things in. The robin red lipstick was on the top. Slowly he uncapped it and smeared it almost recklessly across his lips.

Tim no longer stared back out from the mirror.

Maybe Caroline deserved a night out.

It had been a long time, after all.

-

Clothing was an issue.

Tim had grown. Not much mind, but enough that the shoulders were a little tight and bottoms a little short. Well, the bottoms weren’t a huge matter in that moment. Caroline wanted to go out to a club after all; they could work with a too short skirt. The top though… Caroline adjusted the black strap of the lacy bra. Even with the right padding in, it still didn’t look right.

She chewed on her lower lip, still messily smeared with bright red, as she held another top up against her chest. That wouldn’t do either. Caroline gave the box of old clothing a little kick. Hum. She should paint her toenails.

Focus, Caroline.

It was time to look outside of her box.

Fifteen minutes and a pair of scissors later and one of Alvin’s too large and nondescript red t-shirts had become a drop shoulder crop top. It wasn’t the most amazing fit, but as she dressed it up with the right necklace looped a few times around her throat, a splash of red and leather in the bracelets (cover the scars, they were identifying marks), she figured she could pull off the look—at least for getting sweaty in some dark club.

Ever grateful for quick drying polish, Caroline did a rush job of all her nails and waved them impatiently dry before she did her make up properly. Some contouring, false lashes, the right highlights, step by step Caroline felt herself come alive again until staring back from there mirror was no Tim or Timothy or Alvin—just her.

Just Caroline.

She let out the breath she had been holding.

-

Finding the right club took a little bit. Her old favorite had shut down, apparently. That wasn’t uncommon with the short lifespan of clubs and even less so in Gotham with the money laundering and drug rings that often went with the clubs, but it still sucked. Caroline wanted somewhere that if someone got very handsy on the dance floor there wouldn’t be issue with everything that was carefully and securely tucked away in her underwear. The person might not want all that, which was perfectly fine as long they parted ways amicably.

(And if not, well, one of her bracelets could be shockingly persuasive.)

She tucked her fake ID back away in the hidden pocket of her bra, not minding the bit of a show it gave. Tim would have to make her a new one; she didn’t needed the fake age anymore. Then, with a steadying breath, she entered the thudding music, bright lights, and throng of bodies of the club. It took a moment to adjust to it all. This wasn’t always Caroline’s favorite thing, but they needed to relax already. Any tenser and something was going to snap.

Besides, this is where the boys failed and Caroline thrived; slipping between bodies, flirting, giving enough to capture attention without actually giving anything away. Dealing with a mass of people was a complex game of chess and Caroline very much intended to be the conquering queen.

The bar was the first stop, ordering a fruity martini so that she could sip at the drink and people watch for a time. It was always good to get a feel for things before diving in. It also gave her time to get used to being her again as she fielded a few flirtatious advances which landed her another drink in turn for the first dance of the night with her. She didn’t linger long.

She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for. Caroline flitted across the dance floor from partner to partner, just letting herself enjoy the thud of the beat and the press of bodies. She always moved on before people could get too invested (or too handsy).

Caroline was on the edge of the floor, slipping away from one dance and looking for the next when a laughing group at a close by table shoved one of their number her way. She took a tentative step back, but didn’t actually need to. The poor sacrificial lamb found his footing rather gracefully.

He ducked his head with a crooked smile that was actually somehow charming. “Sorry about them.”

“Stay on target, Danny!” someone called from the table to cheers and jeers.

Danny rolled his eyes. “Really sorry. Just, ah, I maybe have been talking about how pretty you are and how much I want to dance with you for, like, the last twenty minutes. Feel free to tell me to fuck off if this is rude, but would you like to dance?”

Caroline tilted her head and tried not to smile in too predatory a way. “You’ve been watching me?”

“It’s hard not to, with how you move.”

She laughed at that. This one was so earnest. That was odd for Gotham.

“Once dance,” Caroline said, holding out a hand. “Unless you have the moves and then maybe you’ll get more.”

Danny took the hand and brushed a kiss against it. “One dance, to start.”

-

Despite any doubts that Caroline might have had, Danny knew how to move. She’d lost count of the song they had danced to about the time that Danny’s hand had first slid up her shirt. She rolled her hips, grinding back against Danny’s tight jeans and growing arousal. Danny followed her lead beautifully.

His teeth scrapped lightly against her neck and she threw back her head for him, letting him suck a mark into her skin. She enjoyed the thought of Tim being stuck with a reminder of her night out. (Maybe it would convince him to have some fun of his own.)

Danny’s hand slid down from where it had been cupping a breast, traced over her stomach, and moved to her skirt. Caroline caught it before Danny could do more than slip a few fingertips past the band.

“Sorry,” he murmured into her ear.

“Not that,” Caroline said. She turned her head to press a kiss against the corner of Danny’s mouth, smearing robin red against his tan skin. “Just need to let you know there’s more down there than you might be expecting.”

She held her breath as tightly as she held Danny’s hand. It this went bad, she wanted to be able to act quickly.

Danny’s huff of air sounded amused.

She relaxed her grip slightly.

The hand slipped a little lower.

“To me, any combination of bits is a good combination. I’m up for all sorts of surprises,” Danny assured her. His fingers ran over just the top edge of her underwear, not really touching anything, but applying just enough pressure that she shuddered. “She’ okay to use?”

“Yes. She, her, Caroline.”

“Caroline.” Danny said her name like it was a prayer.

She guided his hand a little lower.

His touch stayed almost teasing and Caroline had to alternate between pressing forward into his hand and grinding backwards against him until Danny pulled them so close together that she could barely move. And fuck, it had been too long for any of them. She half thought that if she put in the effort, or Danny’s hand dipped any lower, that she could manage to come right there on the dance floor.

That was not how she wanted tonight to go.

She ran her hands through Danny’s hair and tilted his head where she wanted it. So that she could nip at his ear lobe. “Tell me you live close.”

“In walking distance.”

[insomniamamma]

Thank you so much for the tag @agirllovespancakes!!!! I love getting the chance to scream about my stories! I'm going to pop my answers under a readmore, and i will try to include links to stories when necessary!

How many works do you have on ao3? I do not use AO3 to post fic only to read. I’ve considered cross posting but the amount of work involved gives me The Fear. On this hellsite i have about 65 fics. I’ve been lazy about updating my masterlist. So there may be stuff floating around that i have not properly accounted for.

What's your total ao3 word count? I don’t use Ao3, but from what I can tell my fics tend to range from 3 to 6k.

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe. And Star Wars.

Top 5 fics by kudos Vanilla, In The Light They Both Look The Same, Over Easy, Safe, About What We Want

Do you respond to comments? Are you shitting me? When people take the time to comment on my fics I vibrate at a frequency that would shatter glass. I tend to write paragraphs long replies to comments which i worry might put people off from commenting. I’m harmless, I swear.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? About What We Want.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This is a hard question because I don’t really write multi-chapter fics. AUs just kind of happen like dandelions popping up. Most of them don’t really have a clear end or beginning. I just keep adding pages. That being said, I think Seasonal is the most joyous thing I’ve written.

Do you get hate on fics? I have not. My blog is a fart in the air conditioning. Which means I mostly fly beneath the haters’ radar.

Do you write smut? Very occasionally. I have to be the right headspace for it, or else it comes out reading like stereo instructions.

Craziest crossover? I’ve never got more that a couple paragraphs in, but I’ve toyed with the idea of an Ezra x Captain Jack Harkness crossover.

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

Have you ever had a fic translated? Again not to my knowledge.

Have you co-written a fic before? No. The idea both intrigues and scares me.

All time favorite ship? I can’t pick just one so I’m going to give you three. Kara Thrace x Leoben Connoy (Battlestar Galactica) Jack O’Neil x Samantha Carter (Stargate SG1) Chrisjen Avasarala x Bobbie Draper (The Expanse). And there’s so many more. If two characters so much as look at each other some part of me is smashing their faces together like barbie dolls.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will I started writing a Mandalorian AU based on The Mist by Stephen King. I still really like the idea, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to it.

What are your writing strengths? World-building. I can world build so hard that I never end up writing the damn story.

What are your writing weaknesses? Smut. I suck at it. I have to be in such specific place to do it and feel okay about it that it doesn’t happen very often.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language I struggle with this one. Because several of the characters I write for speak Spanish in canon and I took Latin in high school like a dumbass. I usually use google translate but then copy paste and search the result and see if it means what I think it means. So far no one has confronted me about it. Also, I write for Prospect, but I could find absolutely no information about Vayok, which Mikken and Inumon speak. I’ve written Cee cursing in Vayok and I just made up sounds. If Vayok is an actual conlang I haven’t been able to find any real info on it.

First fandom you wrote for I tried to write for Farscape and Torchwood, but none of that ever amounted to anything. Prospect was the first fandom I ever wrote for where I actually shared with the class.

Favorite fic you've written Persistence. The inspiration was a writer Wednesday prompt of a phone booth in the dark, and i thought that is a phone that you get a call from a dead person on. And then the whole story just happened. It was more like excavating something that had always been there than making something new. I don’t know how to explain it, and I’ve never felt that way writing before or since.

Again, thank you so much for the tag, Pancake ❤️

NP tagging @grogusmum @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms @honestly-shite @artemiseamoon @fromthedeskoftheraven

and anyone else who sees this and wants to scream about their fic!

| 20 questions for fic writers

Thank you for tagging me @made-ofmemories 🫶🏻 I added the questions and answers beneath a readmore otherwise the post becomes so long!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

35 of which 15 are for the volturi guards. I try to post everything that is over 1K words over on AO3 as well to make sure it doesn’t get lost.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

112,435. I am secretly hoping to write a novel someday with such a wordcount!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only for the volturi guards but I might be open to writing for the kings or other characters as well. Just need to be brave :)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

See you around - 97 A different morning - 96 The pancakes - 42 Sketchbooks - 42 Mångata - 33 I honestly wish to delete a few of these because they are, imo, really badly written. I was much younger and less experienced in writing but I notice people still love them so it's hard to decide what to do with them.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! I love getting comments ❤️ They inspire me to write more.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think the creepy season stories I wrote for the guards end most angstiest? I don't really like to write angsty endings.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All my stories end happy but "Turn me now that I love you" has a special place in my heart because I have written two epilogues about how they live happily together after she was turned.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Never happened so far but sometimes I get strange comments and then I don't know what I should reply.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes and it still intimidates me sometimes haha.

10. Craziest crossover?

I don't want to talk about it...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, I fortunately never had to experience such a horrible situation.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, neither am I interested in it I believe.

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

Several times with several people. Most of these fics aren't published anymore or have gotten lost over the years but it was a lot of fun. I hope the people I worked with are happy wherever they may be.

14. All time favorite ship?

I have been in several fandoms so I don't have an all time favorite ship. I do adore the ships in this fandom though!

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

It's called "The Painter". I wrote it for Marcus Pike back in the day but never finished. Then I turned it into an original story with oc's but I have never finished it and most likely never will.

16. What are your writing strengths?

If I go based on what other people tend to comment on it's describing scenery, the surroundings and describing the way people touch each other in my stories. I hope it's true!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to describe situations so much sometimes that I forget to add action I think. It's something I challenged myself with, with the creepy season stories and I hope to strengthen this weakness more the coming years. I just have a hard time writing action scenes.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language

I tried this for "The Painter" adding dialogue in my own language because the story was based in Holland. I hated it and it made it feel clumsy. It's different when you add pet names or just add a random word in someone's first language. I like it when people do that.

19. First fandom you wrote for

I tried to write a story for Vikings when I was eighteen. I remember presenting it to a very popular writer in that fandom asking her for feedback. She was very kind and told me to work on my writing as much as possible and gave me very good feedback. I had never written a story in english before if I remember correctly. Then I didn't add more stories but I was motivated to practice writing. I started posting stories for Sons of Anarchy/Triple Frontier in 2020.

20. Favorite fic you've written

It used to be mångata when I was younger and wrote that series. Right now it's "Turn me now that I love you". I really feel like I wrote a full story with that one. And it's very dear to my heart, I even printed my moodboard to put it in my journal and such.

Tagging mutuals ❤️

@xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @alecvolturiswifeforever @cregan-starks @volterran-wine @moonlight-prose

@grogusmum @insomniamamma @songsformonkeys

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Chocolate Box Letter 2020

Dear Chocolatier…

  Thank you for writing for me!  I hope you find inspiration, if you need it, somewhere in this letter, but either way, good luck with your writing!

(some of the prompts are… rambly and disjointed; the lengths vary wildly, but dw I love them all.  I hope the rambly ones still make sense; this letter is uhhh almost 3k and my brain is Tired.)

General DNWs:

Rape/non/dub-con; non-canonical major character death*; smut/graphic sex scenes; heavy angst; hurt no comfort; graphic depictions of deliberate and methodical self-harm**; graphic depictions of suicide;  gore; heavy gender dysphoria; grimdark; complete downer endings; character bashing; incest; cringe comedy; a/b/o; mpreg; full setting AUs (canon-divergence, even significant canon-divergence, is fine); graphic eye trauma; graphic and/or permanent hand trauma (unless the setting can provide a more-or-less fully functional prosthetic or equivalent); issuefic.

*exceptions noted below.

**I don’t include things like, say, punching a wall in a fit of emotion under this. however, something like cutting would not be appreciated.

  General Likes:

I like family/friendship stories, things that play with canon in interesting ways, honestly… a lot of things.  I don’t know. articulating things I like is hard.

I’m an absolute sucker for identity porn/secret/mistaken identity drama, as well as non-sexualized/non-fetishized crossdressing (either direction, and especially if for plot-relevant disguise purposes!) and if you combine them, well, I’ll be a very happy camper.

Other things I like include wriggling into canon and exploring something left unexplored by said canon, what-if stories featuring some sort of canon divergence, and plotty fic, if you want to write something long enough for that to be relevant.

  Order of fandoms:

·        Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

·        Super Powereds – Drew Hayes

·        Tortall – Tamora Pierce

·        Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)

·        The Dragon Prince (Cartoon)

·        Frozen (Disney Movies)

·        Little Women (2019)

·        Original Prompts

·        Crossovers

    Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy)

So uh I may be having a slight case of Feels™ over these two, though tbh I’m not entirely sure what those feelings are exactly.  I don’t know what exactly I’d most want, though I’d be interested in explorations of their evolving emotions in relation to each other, especially through Kylo Ren/Ben’s whole death/rebirth thing.  What-ifs are another thing; what if, say, Ben didn’t die?  What happens, then, since they’d have to actually deal with what he’s done?  Feel free to retcon the kiss (which I thought was rather devoid of chemistry; in general their dynamic came across to me more as weirdly sibling-ish, especially after the Death Star duel) to a hug or something, if you want.

If you want to go to a lighter place, I can also see all sorts of shenanigans emerging after they discover their Force-teleportation skills.

Also feel free to retcon Rey’s parentage, if that is where your heart takes you: might she be Luke’s secret child?  Leia’s?  A descendant of Obi-Wan Kenobi and, say, Satine Kryze?

Apart from that I’d prefer no full-setting AUs; canon divergence is fine, and if you go that route you can pick a divergence point as far back as you want.

Feel free to include whatever other characters are necessary for the story you want to tell.

(And also do keep in mind that you can absolutely cut off someone’s hand here, or for the Star Wars crossover farther down; in this franchise it is a goddamn motif.)

    Super Powereds – Drew Hayes

Adam Riley & George Russel | Relentless Steel (Super Powereds)

I’m utterly fascinated by the relationship these two have; the interplay of Adam’s… vendetta, maybe?  I’m not sure what the right word for it is… and the fact that George also serves him as a mentor/almost-parental, in some ways, figure.  And, you know, that Adam (maybe) kills him.  We don’t actually see that; for all we know he made a different choice.

Consider this an exception to my “non-canonical MCD” DNW, since it’s deliberately ambiguous in canon; you can kill George, if that’s where your muse takes you.

  Alice Adair | Legacy & Vince Reynolds | Jack of All (Super Powereds)

Their friendship/cousin relationship is Wholesome and I love it.  Any point in the timeline, post-canon, all of it is Good and Welcome.  Do they form a legacy children/villains’ kids club? They’re secret cousins; untangling the mess that is the past; so much juicy juicy stuff to work with!!

  Phillip Adair | Globe & Charles Adair | Alchemist (Super Powereds)

Brother vs brother! O the drama! But also, they grew up together; they were once best friends; and Charles grew hard and it all fell apart—give me their childhood, maybe, or HCP years or young heroes before Shelby’s powers grew too much for her, or lean into the tragedy of what comes later…

    Tortall – Tamora Pierce

Numair Salmalín | Arram Draper & Varice Kingsford (Tortall)

Numair Salmalín | Arram Draper & Varice Kingsford & Ozorne Muhassin Tasikhe (Tortall)

Ozorne Muhassin Tasikhe & Numair Salmalín | Arram Draper (Tortall)

Varice Kingsford & Ozorne Muhassin Tasikhe (Tortall)

I love these kids, okay?  And I wish they could all just… be okay.  But of course they won’t be; we already know what becomes of them, after all.

There’s a lot to explore here, with these three in their varying combinations of course.  Right now I’m most interested in the pre-Wild Magic timeline—what was Varice and Ozorne’s dynamic before Arram came along? what little snippets of things happen offscreen during the timeline of Tempests and Slaughter? how does Arram gain his black robe; how does Ozorne feel about that? Varice? how does Numair end up in exile, and how do the others feel about that whole affair?—but really I’d also be interested in something set during or around the time of Emperor Mage, from any of their POVs.  We get all the story there from Daine, who is great! but she doesn’t know the history between the three of them, not intimately as they do, and I’d love any of their emotional reactions to being together again under such strained circumstances, so many years after everything fell apart.

  Numair Salmalín & Myles of Olau (Tortall)

He was on a mission, was he not, when he became that hawk at the beginning of Wild Magic?  (please ignore if I am Wrong there.)  So how did they meet?  Why did Numair become an agent?  All sorts of questions, here…

  Prince Stiloit Tasikhe & Varice Kingsford (Tortall - Pierce)

Stiloit seems so… calm, and level-headed, especially when compared with Ozorne who is not.  And he clearly finds Varice interesting, and her company valuable.  So maybe tell me something about that—what does he think of her?  She of him?  What if, perhaps, he didn’t die when he does?

  Keladry of Mindelan & Nealan of Queenscove (Tortall)

They have a BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP and also ye gods when I reread First Test at like 19 (having first read it at 10) I was struck by how very, very fifteen Neal is in that book and it’s hilarious.  But more seriously—Neal’s PoV on things would be fantastic, since we only see him through Kel’s eyes and he doesn’t let her see everything about himself.

  Keladry of Mindelan & Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak (Tortall - Pierce)

What a beautiful mentorship relationship, I love them.  Also, how does Raoul feel about this open girl page?  Who’s so determined, and has such potential in how she could become more, in an area he knows about (that being military command)—how does he feel about her, living her best life; how does he contextualize it in his intimate knowledge that Alanna could not do what she is doing—and yet it was Alanna, with her deception, who allowed this to be.

  Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Olau & Numair Salmalín

The renowned lady knight-healer-mage and the black robe on the run from Carthak! How did they meet, anyway?  They’re something like the same age, I think, or at least he’s no more than ten years her junior.

  Alanna of Pirate's Swoop and Olau & Thom of Trebond (Tortall - Pierce)

My poor Important Destiny Twins… Look I just, I want some content with poor Thom, right?  I’d rather here that we set the story before his death, or that we make it an AU where he gets to live.

    Carmen Sandiego (Cartoon 2019)

Shadowsan & Hideo (Carmen Sandiego 2019)

There’s… so little of this stated or shown overtly, really, but I’m fascinated.  I can’t get over it.  Just tell me about the brothers, please.

    The Dragon Prince (Cartoon)

Runaan/Ethari & Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

Family fluff!  Or angst!  Or turn round and give them a reunion!  All depends on where in the timeline you pick, really.

(there’s a fic on ao3 with the tag “this fanfiction written by the ETHARI LOOK IN THE FUCKING WATER gang” and honestly that is just such a mood.)

  Amaya & Sarai (The Dragon Prince)

…I don’t have much to say here really, just that I love me some sibling dynamics.

  Callum & Ezran (The Dragon Prince)

A king by birthright, a prince only by adoption, who by age/maturity would probably be better-suited to ruling… look idk just, bros okay???

Maybe something when they were younger, or canon-era, or… idk I love them.

  Callum & Ezran & Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

Friendship! Angst! The gang’s all here!  If you want you can include rayllum but for this prompt at least I’d rather it be lowkey.

  Claudia & Soren (The Dragon Prince)

I am heartbroken over these kids and just—I need more content with them.  Even if it makes me sad.

  Callum & King Harrow (The Dragon Prince)

There are a lot of complicated feelings I have about them—how clearly Harrow loves his stepson, and how even after more than a decade, Callum still isn’t quite comfortable with his stepfather.

    Frozen (Disney Movies)

Agnarr/Iduna (Frozen)

How did they get together?  Why does Iduna stay with Agnarr; why doesn’t she just go home?  How does that revelation conversation go—when does it happen?  How do they come to decide to block Elsa’s powers; when/how do they decide to sail for Ahtohallan?

  Kristoff & Ryder Nattura (Frozen)

Reindeer bros!!  What did Kristoff do while Anna and Elsa were off doing the plot stuff?  Does he go with the Northuldra?  I love the dynamic between these two; it’s adorable and there’s so painfully little of it.

  Yelena & Mattias (Frozen)

So clearly they know each other, right? It’s been thirty-four years, and they clearly have some sort of sniping thing going on but they don’t seem to be actively antagonistic towards each other.  How do they feel about each other, really? How have they interacted in the past?  Is there anything there?  What about after Mattias goes back to Arendelle?

  Anna & Elsa (Frozen)

There is just.  There’s a profound tragedy here—they’re best of friends till they’re five and eight or so, then they don’t interact for thirteen years, they have three years together, and then they go off together to the Enchanted Forest and Elsa doesn’t come back to live in Arendelle, while Anna must return… I don’t know.  Tell me about that, maybe.  Or give me sweet fluff about them as children.  Or something.

  Anna/Kristoff (Frozen)

They’re adorable and I love them and I really just want more.  Maybe something from between the movies—how do they navigate forming a relationship, when he was raised by trolls and she’s been so isolated?

    Little Women (2019)

Amy March/Theodore Laurence (Little Women 2019)

…I don’t know, they’re cute, Laurie is a disaster, I love seeing Amy grow up, I hunger for moar content with them.

  Beth March & Mr. Laurence (Little Women 2019)

This has a lot of potential for cute/sad father/daughter dynamics, I think!  And I’d love more of it.

  Friedrich Bhaer & Josephine March (Little Women 2019)

Friedrich Bhaer/Josephine March (Little Women 2019)

I just want cute content with Jo and her dynamic with this man who actually respects her and her writing okay?  Maybe something like, I don’t know, navigation of boundaries around Jo’s writing and his criticism thereof… I don’t know.  Have fun with them.  And I really don’t care if it’s shipfic or not.

  Theodore "Laurie" Laurence & Josephine March (Little Women 2019)

Theodore Laurence & Josephine March (Little Women 2019)

Laurie is still a disaster but I love him anyway, and their friendship is sweet, and I need more content™.

    Original Prompts

In general: I’m not super picky about how shippy the shipfic gets; most of the ship prompts here would, I think, work as well for gen, excepting the suitor and the princess (which is not to say I’m asking that it be gen, obviously I’m not, but if your muse takes you that direction then go for it).  Likes I put up top still apply down here.

In terms of settings, I especially like high fantasy, space fantasy, or, if relevant, Classic Superhero City Setting, but I’m open to just about anything.

I’m also not tremendously picky about the genders of the characters involved; if it isn’t stated within the prompt, go wild, but please do stick to standard English pronouns; I have a lot of difficulty reading things with neopronouns.

Most of these pairings are prompts in and of themselves, but I’ll add in some bits of commentary for each one.

  Disgraced Vampire Queen Moonlighting As A Barista/Exhausted Vampire Hunter In Search Of Caffeine

Okay, so I just think this has great potential for absolute hilarity, and identity shenanigans aplenty.

  Dragon & Human Child (Original Work)

I love dragons.  I love playing with dragon-lore, though here I’d appreciate it being a relationship wherein the dragon is not evil, at least not to the child.

  Female Crossdressing General/Female Crossdressing Enemy General (Original Work)

So uh from my general likes, it should be… fairly obvious what called to me here lmao.  But there’s such potential here!  The drama!  Do they know each others’ real gender?  Do they know that they’re on opposing sides?  How does this romance across the battlefield work?  Is it even across the battlefield—are they at war, or just generally enemies?

  Female Failed Chosen One & Female New Chosen One

Such delicious depths to delve here… why did the first one fail?  What’s her relationship with her successor?  What have they been chosen for?  The setup of this makes me think that the failed chosen one is an adult of some age that’s distinctly older than the new one, who I’ve been imagining as an older child or young adult, but you should follow your muse there.

  Female Ship's Captain & Grumpy Stowaway Orphan Rebel

What kind of ship are they on, anyway?  Sailing ship?  Spaceship?  What’s the orphan rebelling against—an Evil Empire?  The Man?  Something else?

  Female Suitor Sent As An Insult To Ruling Monarchs/Princess Uninterested In Male Suitors

This seems like… I don’t know, there’s just such potential for dancing around each other and Misunderstandings™ about what’s going on.  Is this the princess’s Gay Awakening?  Has she known for a while why she’s not into the male suitors?  Why was this female suitor selected for the insult?

  Injured Male Superhero/Male Supervillain Who Saves His Life

I love superhero identity shenanigans, and ambiguous morals, and I’d love to dive into the emotional turmoil that results from this rescue decision—why does the supervillain do it?  How does the hero feel about being saved by his enemy?

  Musician/Dancer with magical powers (Original Work)

Another trope I love that I didn’t mention before is magic music and magical arts in general, so this here is right up my alley.

  Portal Fantasy Protagonist & Their Mentor In A Trade Useful In Both Worlds (Original Work)

…Look, idk man this is just sweet and wholesome and I Want.

  Retired Male Superhero/Male Supervillain Who Keeps Seeking Him Out Because He Misses Him

Is this not just the plot of Megamind?  In all seriousness, though, I feel about the same here as I do in the injury situation; I love me some hero/villain dynamics in general.

  Witch & Witch's Apprentice

Mentor and student!  Always a fun time.  I’m picturing this as some pseudo-historical or straight alternate-world setting more than modern, but follow your muse here.

  Wounded Werewolf/Female Apprentice Witch who Begrudgingly Rescues him (OW)

Honestly I feel like the dynamic here will probably scratch the same itch that the hero/villain pairings do.  Clearly I have a Type.

    Crossovers

Oliver Queen (DC's Arrowverse) & Matt Murdock (Daredevil(TV))

Local Vigilante Man With Many Issues Meets Counterpart From Another Universe would be the headline here, probably.  I don’t know.  I think they’d be fun to bounce off each other.

For reference though I haven’t watched all of either show: I’ve seen the first four seasons of Arrow in their entirety and some of what comes later, and I’ve seen the first two seasons of Daredevil.  You can reference later events, I’m not currently really following either show and am not particularly worried about spoilers, but without some degree of context I’ll be fairly lost.

  Shmi Skywalker (SWPT) & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren (SWST)

How do these two meet?  Is it time travel nonsense?  Shmi as a Force ghost?  Both of them in the afterlife?  And if it’s before Ben’s redemption but after his Fall, I do rather hope she’s Disappointed™ in him.

  Vince Reynolds | Jack of All (Super Powereds) & Midoriya Izuku (My Hero Academia)

Look.  Look.  All I have ever wanted since I started watching My Hero Academia (which… I haven’t seen much of, but don’t worry about spoilers I legitimately do not care) is to see Vince meet with the character who I immediately internally dubbed tiny green Vince.  How did this happen? Frankly I neither know nor care.  I just want to see it happen.

Thank you for writing me fic!!

[dwaw-dd]

I know people have their "father/son" angle with Jack and Andy and I support it (*whispers* if anything it only makes what I'm about to say hotter to me) but Jack Draper wants Andy Murray. Desperately. He needs that man.

And he should be allowed to have him.

[dwaw-dd]

This makes it even better. Jack and Andy is the pairing we all need but ao3 is too scared to give us.

My latest plea for Andy Murray smut comes in picture form. Just look at this man. No way is he leaving the Olympic Village without getting fucked.