#like you don't see this shit in the sex pollen tag!

[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[veltana]

Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️

Masterlist | AO3

The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.

Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.

Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.

When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.

When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.

You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.” "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. “Now what did you need me for?”

"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.

"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.

"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.

"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.

"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.

"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."

You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.

You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. “Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.

You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.

"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”

"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”

"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.” You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."

Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.

"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.

You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.

"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"

He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."

He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.

Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.

It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.

When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."

You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.

The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.

Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.” One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.

"Please Bucky, I need more.” "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.

He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.” "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.

"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.

Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.

"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.” This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.

"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.

He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."

It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.

"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."

You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.

Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.

"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.

His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.

"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"

The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.

When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.

When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.

Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. “Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."

A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:25」 — l.minho

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➮ alien!Minho × fem!Reader wc: 5.4k summary: After Minho’s return to Earth, Y/N has spent the last year traveling the galaxy with her alien boyfriend. While exploring a tropical moon orbiting a massive planet in a binary star system, Y/N accidentally disturbs a cluster of bulbous purple luminescent flowers that release a glowing purple dust that sticks to her clothes and skin. She returns to Minho’s ship hoping that the dust isn’t toxic and will wash off but as she soon finds out, the dust is a very sparkly and very potent aphrodisiac and it has a profound effect on not only her, but on Minho as well. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: *eminem voice* guess who's back, back again. That's right! alien!Minho from Ninsa is back! If you haven't read the first part, you don't have to but you can find it here! This is gonna make y'all soft but only at the beginning. Things are gonna get hairy for our favorite alien-human couple pretty quickly! So glad to be visiting this au again. I love alien!Minho so much )): tomorrow is the final piece for Stray Kids and is also a sequel for Han's part from last year! Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. 

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), sex pollen (f receiving, m receiving), breeding, mild dirty talk, biting (f receiving), minor cumflation (f receiving), impregnation kink, use of pet names (hers: baby, sweetheart, love, cute shit like my star, etc.; his: babe, Min, Minmin, etc.), dom!Minho, sub!Reader, slight brat!Reader. I think I got all of them, but let me know if I missed any! kinks: Sex pollen + breeding dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Baby… you need me that badly? ❜❜

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A soft breeze blew through the trees, the leaves rustling and dancing overhead as you hiked through the dense grass. Glancing to the left, you noticed the sky starting to take on a darker hue. You pulled your sleeve back, checking the dial of your watch that read it was getting later in the day.

You should be heading back; you were heading back. It wasn’t entirely your fault that you kept getting distracted by the scenery. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen in any science fiction movie or show. The lush forest of the alien moon, orbiting a massive desert planet, wasn’t something you could have ever imagined. Minho had said the planet was called Kojar 6, orbiting a large star called Kojar which was part of the Kojar-Faline binary star system. There were 7 planetoids, Kojar 6 being the largest of the pack with two moons.

You had wanted to visit Kojar 6 but Minho had explained that there was nothing on the planet anymore. Nothing but sand being whipped around by the intense winds. Winds that could potentially rip a person to shreds. There were no people, no buildings, no animals on the surface. Only sand.

He promised the moons were much more interesting.

The first moon was an icy wasteland that reminded you of Hoth from the Star Wars series. Minho refused to land there, calling it a frozen and barren wasteland like Kojar 6 only instead of sand, it was ice and snow. That moon was called Ciyebos. The second, the one you were currently visiting, was a tropical world called Zocunia. It was a lush, vibrant jungle world not unlike that of Pandora in the Avatar franchise.

The flora and fauna were both incredibly unique, with very few predators. The few that did exist, you were confident in dealing with should you come across them. Since bringing you along to Ninsa, Minho had been insistent that you learn to defend yourself as he couldn’t always be around to protect you.

Much of the flora was incredibly beautiful, looking like something out of a fantasy world or a science fiction movie. Vibrants blues, purples, greens, and even turquoises, and pinks. Back home, on Earth, the more vibrant something was, the more dangerous it was. On other planets, that rule didn’t always apply.

As you continued to trudge through the knee high thick green grass, something round, bulbous, and bright caught your eye. You froze, turning your head to find nestled at the base of a tree that extended tens of feet towards the sky was a cluster of plants.

You carefully walked over, stepping over exposed roots and boulders. As you reached it, you knelt down, inspecting the plant. You’d long learned not to just touch things after contacting a rash from a flower that looked incredibly pretty and harmless. Minho luckily knew a remedy and was able to get rid of it with relative ease.

You instead raised the camera in your hands, a gift from your alien fiance from his world that he’d given you on your one year anniversary. Your phone could have worked for pictures but the device would only survive space travel for so long whereas this device was much better designed for space travel.

You snapped a few pictures, the shutter clicking as you pressed the button with the flowers in focus.

Looking up from the LCD display screen of the camera, you inspected the flowers with more scrutiny. 

They were glowing, having some sort of bioluminescence that a lot of flora on this moon seemed to exhibit. An evolutionary trait, Minho had explained when you first asked him about it.

“Much of this world’s flora has evolved to glow at night. It’s both a defense mechanism and a hunting tactic. Half of the lunar year, this moon is bathed in darkness, hiding behind Kojar 6. The bioluminescence lets the plants still feed and ward off predators at the same time.”

You loved listening to him as he seemed to be full of knowledge you’d never be able to learn on your own. He’d promised to take you to the libraries on Ninsa when you eventually landed there. Minho had promised that he’d take you to his home world, let you see his life and be part of it.

It took Minho three years to return to Earth and find you after you left Derry and your old life behind. He asked you to travel with him. To leave Earth behind and travel to Ninsa with him. He explained how the three years apart had been hell and he didn’t want to return to his home without you.

The opportunity to travel was one you wanted more than anything so you didn’t need much persuasion and readily agreed to leave behind your life to be with him. To see something far beyond what anyone could ever dream of. It was all you wanted more than anything in the universe.

It wasn’t long after you left Earth that Minho professed his love for you, asking you to spend the rest of your lives together to which you immediately said yes. You had been on an alien planet, enjoying the sunset when he asked you out of the blue. He didn’t have a ring to give you but he promised that the moment you landed on Ninsa, he would get you one.

You tilted your head, looking at the translucent membrane of the bulbous flower, a slight swirling inside, visible only due to the bioluminescence source deep in the center of the plant. As you leaned closer, the light started pulsating and you instantly drew back. “Alright,” you said softly. “Time to go.”

You snapped one more picture before shutting off the camera and pulling at the lens cover to place it back over the lens but no matter how hard you tugged, it wouldn’t come loose from the holder. “Goddamn it,” you grumbled as you tried to pry it off. “What the fu- oh shit!”

Just as you were pulling, it finally came loose but slipped from your grip and fell onto the flowers, bouncing off the bulbous membrane and falling to the ground. You scrambled to pick it up, snapping it onto the lens and looking up with wide eyes as the translucent flower trembled. Before you could draw back, the leaves popped open into a five petal flower, a cloud of sparkling purple dust exploding from the pressure trapped within.

You stumbled backwards sputtering as you waved your hand, trying to diffuse the dust and coughing. ‘Fuck,’ you mentally cursed, looking over your clothes, noticing the glittery dust had settled and as you tried to brush it off, it only seemed to spread more along the gray body suit Minho had given you.

You looked around and sighed before getting to your feet slowly. “Guess I’m gonna need to shower,” you whispered to yourself and started the walk back to camp where the ship was. You could use the outdoor shower Minho had set up for the two of you and hopefully he could grab you a spare suit from the ship.

You used your clean hand to rub your nose, a tickle settling in as you headed in the direction of camp, hoping whatever this dust was that it wasn’t toxic.

Minho took a deep breath, keeping his eyes forward as he watched the third bhunqoi hop closer and closer to his trap. He’d managed to capture two already and needed a third for dinner. The small lagomorph-like critter turned its head in his direction and Minho froze, hoping he hadn’t been made but when it took one more hop, falling into his pit trap, he knew success.

He sighed a breath of relief, getting up and pushing the leaves blocking his body from sight off and making his way over to look into the pit. It would seem the animal landed in a way that ensured it did not suffer. Minho hated hunting but sometimes it was a necessary evil for survival.

He collected the animal and moved back to his hiding place, grabbing the cloth bag with the wild fruits and vegetables he’d gathered before heading in the direction of camp. He’d allowed you to go off on your own and explore the perimeter surrounding their camp, making sure the stakes were still standing after the storm the night before.

He knew tropical storms on Zocunia were bad this time of year which is why he chose to pick a spot in the forest instead of on a beach or grassland. The trees provided an extra shelter over the ship, not that the hull really needed it. 

He’d upgraded his ship upon returning to Ninsa after leaving Earth the first time, ensuring that in the event of any more spontaneous crash landings, the hull would still remain intact. 

The Kojar was starting to set, bathing the landscape in an orange-ish golden glow, shadows becoming elongated and more pronounced as he finally reached the ship. His foraging hadn’t taken him far from camp, and hunting had brought him closer as he tried to stay within the perimeter.

Minho reached your base camp relatively quickly and immediately started a fire and prepared the meat for roasting while wondering where you could have gotten to that you would still be gone from camp. He tried not to fear the worst, knowing he prepared you for time on your own but he couldn’t help it. This was an alien planet and while most of the animals were docile, he really didn’t want another incident like the alien wolf encounter.

You had spent a couple days on a beautiful alien planet with him where he couldn’t hold himself back and asked you to marry him when you both returned to his home world. It had been spontaneous and spur of the moment but he meant every word when he said he never wanted to be without you again. 

He wanted to start a life with you on Ninsa, get married, buy a house, all the domestic things his friends were starting to do. He wanted all of that with you. Children was another topic you would have to have at some point because while he knew you were biologically compatible, there were other ways of having children. Other ways of starting a family.

As he set up the bhunqoi to roast in the flames, he sat in one of the chairs he’d set up and waited for you to return while he peeled and prepared the fruits he’d managed to forage. He was sure the conversation would happen sooner or later and when it did, things would be much clearer on where you both stood.

You were getting closer to camp as you walked, noticing the small signs you set up for yourself as you trudged through the forest. “When did it get so hot?” you whispered, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. As you walked, your body started to feel hotter and hotter. Almost like you had a fever.

Maybe it was the dust you’d come into contact with but you couldn’t be certain. Minho would know more. You just needed to get back to camp. ‘Almost there…’ 

You stopped briefly to lean against a tree, letting out a pant as your breathing started to increase, your heart rate rising as well. You weren’t sure what was going on and you really hoped whatever was affecting you wasn’t some sort of toxin and that you might be able to sleep it off. 

Reaching up, you unzipped the neck of your bodysuit down to the top of your bust, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit your skin, a thin layer of sweat starting to form. It wasn’t much but it was something. You pushed off the tree, starting your hike up again and hoping to reach the camp before the sun set, despite the very pretty bioluminescence.

Your panties were starting to stick to you and though you hoped it was just the sweat, the heat settling in the pit of your stomach told you otherwise. You couldn’t understand it. You were alone in the middle of a jungle on an alien moon. What could possibly have worked you up so much when Minho was somewhere else entirely.

You tried to push the images of your fiancee from your mind as your body started to burn and ache for his touch. ‘Just to help me feel better. Not because I want to fuck or anything,’ you told yourself. You just wanted the heat to end and your body to settle down. ‘Minho will know what to do.’ 

Minho’s ears picked up on the sound of twigs snapping and looked up, seeing a form moving through the shadow of the canopy, a smile forming as you entered his line of sight, ambling along. His silly, clumsy, little human fiancee. He watched as you finally emerged from the understory, a smirk on his face. “Welcome back,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

His smile fell immediately as you stumbled forward, nearly falling. It was then that he noticed the feverish look on your face. There was no way that was good. “Y/N, sweetheart?” he asked, voice laced with concern as he got up and started to walk over, crossing the distance to catch you as your knees gave out. “M’okay,” you murmured, fingers gripping his biceps as he held you up.

“Like hell you are,” Minho growled as he helped you back over to the ship. “What happened?” he asked, helping you into a chair by the fire. “I-I don’t know,” you breathed heavily, swallowing the lump in your throat. The burning sensation had spread, an ache settling between your thighs, the gusset of your panties was beyond soaked by this point and you knew it wasn’t from sweat.

Minho pressed his palm against your forehead, clicking his tongue as he measured your temperature in the most basic of ways. “You’re burning up,” he noted. “You need to get in the show--” his voice trailed off as he noticed a purplish glittery dust on your clothes. Glancing down, he could see that it had transferred to his hands and clothes. “What is this?” he asked, glancing up and noticing the dust on your cheeks and nose.

“I dropped the camera lens cap into this cluster of flowers,” you panted. “I took pictures of it,” you added, pointing at the camera case. Minho shook his head. “Don’t worry about that right now, my star,” he said softly. “Let’s get you into the shower.”

Minho helped you up, leading you over to the outdoor shower he’d set up and helped you peel out of your suit before heading for the ship’s entrance, taking your suit with him and putting it in the wash. He stripped himself, adding his clothes to the wash as well and changing into some spare clothing.

Once back outside, he returned to the fire, turning the roasted bhunqoi over and sitting back.

He was thankful he’d taken the suit off as he started to grow warm. He sat for a moment, the heat settling in his senses, spreading throughout his body. It was a burning desire unlike anything he’d ever felt before. ‘What is wrong with you, idiot?’ he berated himself. Was it the thought of you being naked in the outdoor shower? It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to being intimate with you. 

Since leaving earth and setting a course for Ninsa, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you at all. It was nothing new. So why was he so hot right now? His thoughts were interrupted as his eyes fell on the camera case and got up, crossing the distance to grab it and unzipped the pouch, pulling out the camera and pressing the button to turn it on.

The screen lit up, displaying the brand logo before going black, a little window popping up to remind him that the lens cap was still on. Minho ignored it, opening the gallery instead. He scrolled through the photos, a small smile on his face as he saw what you had seen.

He cleared his throat, feeling his pants tighten. ‘What the hell?’ he asked himself as he looked down. He tried to ignore the obvious tent growing in his pants, uncertain of what was causing it. It’s like his body was acting on its own accord. The thought of joining you in the shower crossed his mind and he grimaced. ‘This is hardly the time,’ he told himself as he tried to push the thoughts aside.

He returned his focus to the camera, scrolling through the pictures until he stopped on an image of the flowers you must have been talking about. They weren’t like anything he’d seen before. The bioluminescence was familiar, but the translucent milky membrane and the swirling purple glitter inside were not.

‘Is it some sort of toxin?’ he wondered, zooming in on the picture to inspect it. Minho turned the camera off as he heard the outdoor shower turn off and set the device aside, getting and grabbing the spare clothes he'd grabbed for you and walked over.

You pulled back the curtain, peeking out at him. Your eyes were glossed over, not unlike when he had you spread out underneath him. “I brought you some clean clothes,” he said softly. “And this.” He held up a clean towel. You thanked him, taking the towel and dropping the curtain back in place as you wrapped yourself up.

“Did you bring any shoes?” you asked, pulling back the curtain and looking up at him. Minho nodded, holding out the slides you'd brought with you from home. You thanked him, slipping them on and stepping out of the shower. The cool air felt nice against your burning skin, heat still coursing through your veins and pooling in your belly. 

Minho tore his gaze from the exposed skin of your shoulder, trying to ignore the way the droplets of water rolled down your skin. He handed the clean clothes to you before reaching his hand up to feel your forehead. His hand was warm against your skin as he pressed his palm against your head. “You're still burning up,” he murmured.

He took your free hand in his, raising it to press a tender kiss to the back. “Go inside and lie down. I'll come get you once it's done.” You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “Mm,” you hummed. “Come with me.”

Minho chuckled, taking your face in his hands and raising your head. “I'll burn dinner if I do that,” he said with a grin before leaning in to press his lips to yours. He intended for the kiss to be soft, gentle. What he hadn't expected was your reaction.

You leaned into the kiss, pressing against him and moaning. It made his cock twitch against his pants and he had to force himself to pull back. “It's getting chilly out here,” he murmured, rubbing your arms. “Go inside and get dressed,” he added, gently pushing you in the direction of the door.

You grumbled, almost getting what you wanted before Minho took it away. Begrudgingly, you made your way into the ship, the door shutting behind you. You walked over to the bed, setting down the clothes and slipping off the slides. As you started to unwrap the towel, an idea planted itself into your head.

You'd just have to deal with it yourself.

Minho pulled the roasted bhunqoi from the fire, inspecting it carefully. Pleased with the results, he removed both from the fire and got up, setting them aside as he made his way to the ship. The whole time you'd been inside, he'd tried to calm himself, tried to will away the intrusive thoughts of following you inside and having his way with you. 

He still didn't know what had gotten into him but the longer he tried to ignore the intense burning desire to fuck you, the stronger it got.

The door to the ship opened with a soft hiss, allowing him to step over the threshold. Once he was clear, it shut with the same soft hiss and Minho walked further into the depths of his ship.

“Dinner's ready,” he called, turning the corner. “Are you feeling any--” he trailed off, eyes widening at the sight before him. “Better?”

You were sitting on the bed, towel still wrapped around you as you looked up at him, eyes wide. Your clothes lay forgotten on the floor. It wasn't just that what had made him freeze up. It was the fact that your hand had disappeared between your thighs.

He'd walked in on you in the middle of touching yourself. “What are you doing?” he asked, eyes dipping to your hand that was currently being squeezed between your thighs and back up to your face. Your glossy eyes looked back at him, a pout on your lips.

“M’sorry,” you whined. “I thought I'd be done before you came in. I'm just so hot. I couldn't take it anymore!” Minho felt his pants tighten as his cock strained against them, aching to be buried inside you instead of your fingers. He'd heard you, but his mind went blank as the scent of your arousal hit him, his rainbow irises flashing once before shifting to purple.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Your heart jumped into your throat before settling back in its place, hammering against your ribs. “Wh-what?” you asked as he walked over. “Spread your legs,” he repeated, lowering himself to his knees in front of you, eyes dipping down to look at your thighs and then back up.

“Now.”

You did as he said, slowly spreading your thighs. Minho grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from your sex and inspecting your fingers coated in your own arousal. You watched as he glanced up at you and back at your hand before taking your fingers in his mouth, groaning at your taste. “You thought you'd just get yourself off in here when I'm right outside?” he growled, dropping your hand and grabbing your hips with both hands.

You let out a gasp as he scooted you closer to his face, your ass barely sitting on the edge of the bed. “Thought you'd keep all this to yourself?” he whispered, licking his lips as he eyed your pussy. “As if I wouldn't eat you out the second you asked me,” he added with a scoff. He leaned in, licking up your sex slowly, eyes shut as gently savored the taste. He groaned, pulling back to look at you.

“Lie back,” he said, bringing a hand up to push against your shoulder, dragging his fingers down to loosen the towel and free your chest. “M'gonna fuck that fever out of you.”

You leaned back, propping yourself on your elbows as Minho lifted your thighs over his shoulders. He buried his face between your thighs, making you cry out, head falling back as he immediately went for your clit. You were already so wet, your cunt clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Min, baby,” you whined, moving one of your hands to comb through his hair. “You know I love it when you use your tongue, but I really need your cock.” Minho groaned, the lewd sounds of him licking and sucking your clit would normally make you shy away but right now, you didn't care. You really just needed to be fucked.

“Minmin,” you cooed, combing through his hair again, fingers knotting in his hair as he flicked his tongue against you. “Please, baby, please give me your cock,” you whimpered, hips moving in tandem with his tongue. He pulled back, looking up at you with those bright purple irises, his lips and chin coated in your arousal. “Aw, baby…” he murmured, fingers skimming up the inside of your thigh. 

“You need me that badly?” he asked. You nodded fervently. “Yes baby,” you breathed. “Please.” Minho couldn’t deny you when you begged so sweetly. He could get used to that. You, lying on your back before him, begging him for his cock.

“You think you can take it so soon?” he asked with a chuckle. You scrambled up, letting the towel fall to the floor as you turned away and bent over, knees spread on the mattress as you all but presented yourself to him. “Yes,” you replied breathlessly. “Want it so bad. Take me.” You could see your boyfriend's eyes gloss over as he was face to face again with your sopping cunt.

“Fine,” he growled, getting to his feet and ripping the shirt off over his head. “No prep, but I don't want to hear you whining about it later,” he added as he hastily unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them along with his underwear down.

His cock sprang free, softly hitting your ass as he grabbed your hips, the tip already leaking. He spat into his hand, coating his length with it before guiding the tip to your hole. Letting out a groan, Minho cursed in Ninsan as he pushed deeper into you, his grip on your hips bruising.

You whined, pushing back on him as sheathing more of his massive cock inside you. The stretch was unlike anything you'd experienced with him before. There was no pain though. Minho stopped and you groaned, finally feeling full. The satisfaction didn't last long though and soon the heat was spreading again.

You needed to be fucked and you needed it now.

“Minmin, please,” you whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

Hearing your soft cries for him spurred Minho on, forcing him to pull back, half of his cock sliding out before he thrust into you, filling your cunt in one motion. He choked back a moan, nails digging into your skin as he hissed and cursed again. “So fucking good,” he moaned, thrusting again, making your body shift forward, even with his tight grip on your hips. “Taking me so well.”

“Minhooo,” you whined as he set a steady pace, pumping in and out with measured thrusts. “Don't hold back,” you gasped, walls clenching around him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Minho groaned, head dropping as you squeezed him. His hips stuttered to a halt. “You can't be serious,” he panted. “Angel, I don't wanna hurt you,” he continued. You shook your head, your skin burning and a thin layer of sweat already coating your body.

“God damn it, Minho,” you snapped, looking over your shoulder at him. “Fuck me like you mean it. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk!” Your tone must have flipped a switch in your boyfriend and he let out a growl, one hand moving to your shoulder and forcing your chest down against the mattress.

Without answering you, he started to thrust faster, hips hitting your ass with renewed attention. He'd been holding back, not wanting to injure you but when you snapped at him like that, it made his mind go blank and the only thing he could think about was fucking you.

Well, fucking you and breeding you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped as he leaned over, now both hands on your shoulders as he kept your chest against the bed, ass up and bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck, feels so good,” you moaned. Minho said nothing, grunting in response as your walls gripped him tighter. “Shit, yes. Just like that!” you mewled, feeling the head of his cock bump into the soft spot inside you, making you see stars.

“Hng, right there! Don't stop, baby!”

Minho let out a growl, hips never faltering for a moment. “God, yes, holy shit!” you gasped, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. A rush of euphoria swept through you but Minho wasn't done. He'd slowed down, fucking you through your orgasm but as you came down from your high, he kept going, hips smacking into yours, the sound of skin against skin drowning out his pants.

“Min, baby?” you moaned, sliding your arms under you to push yourself up. “No,” Minho growled. “Not done!” You let out a moan as he pushed you back down. “Breed,” he growled. “Need to breed.” You groaned loudly as he continued to thrust into you quickly.

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed you,” he hissed. Your fingers dug into the sheets, moans turning into cries with each harsh thrust. “Breed, breed,” Minho murmured. You felt his cock twitch inside you, letting out a wanton moan as he slammed into you from behind. “Mm fuck!” he cursed. “Breed, breed, breed,” he chanted softly.

Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, the pleasure both overwhelming and incredible. Your thighs trembled as a second orgasm loomed. “Th-that's right,” you groaned, playing into his words. “Breed me, Min, fill me up. Put a baby in me.”

Minho let out an animalistic growl, fingers curling over your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as he somehow thrust even harder and deeper, making you scream into the sheets, your own fingers curling into the linens. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you heard your boyfriend snarl. “M'gonna cum. Gonna fill you up so much.”

“F-fill me up, Minho, please!” you cried out. “Fuck me. Make me your breeding bitch, Minho. Do it!” Your boyfriend let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a growl and a groan, thrusting into you a few times more before you felt the warm gush of his load spilling into you. “F-fuuuck,” you groaned.

You could feel his cock pressing into your cervix as he pumped you full of his cum. At the same time, you felt the base of his cock swell. ‘Well that’s new,’ you thought as you lifted your head. “Whassat?” you mumbled, letting out a groan as your walls stretched around him.

“S'okay,” he mumbled, leaning down to press kisses all over your shoulders. “Have to keep it all in,” he added. You only then processed that he was still pumping you full of cum. “Minmin?” you asked, trying to push yourself up but he quickly and gently pushed you back down. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Just lie still, baby,” he continued. “Have to stay still. Just for a little while.”

You felt your belly slowly start to swell, more cum filling your walls than you'd even experienced before. You felt one of Minho's hands move to your belly, just under your navel where it had swollen slightly. “Have to stay still, yeah?” he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Stay still and make sure it takes.”

“Make sure what takes, Min?” you asked softly.

You felt him rub your belly soothingly, his cock twitching inside you. “You said breed you,” he reminded you. And your eyes fluttered shut. “Minho,” you sighed. “We aren’t compatible,” you added as a reminder. You felt him press a kiss to your shoulder. “I know,” he murmured.

“But imagine if we were,” he whispered in your ear. “Imagine what cute babies we’d make.”

The idea of a mini hybrid of you and your alien lover made you smile, a soft sigh escaping you as he continued to press tender kisses to your neck and shoulder. Your eyes opened and you turned your head slightly to glance back at him, resolved to play into his fantasy.

“What if it doesn't take?” you asked softly, a slight pout on your lips. Minho reached his hand up, turning your head more so he could kiss you, pressing kisses to your lips quickly. “If it doesn't take,” he muttered in between kisses.

“Then we try again. After all, I'm still hard and have a lot more cum to give you,” he added with a smirk. “Wanna go again?” you asked, clenching around his cock. “Just to be sure it takes?”

Minho chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he slowly pulled back, the swelling at the base of his cock having gone down. He gave you a tentative thrust, ignoring the gush of purplish liquid that spilled out of you and ran down your thighs.

It didn't matter if some spilled out, not when he was about to fill you again and again and again. Even if it wouldn’t take, he could dream, right? After all, he figured out halfway through the first session that what you'd come into contact with was an aphrodisiac and he knew it would be a few more hours before it finally wore off.

He’d better make the most of it.

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[hils79]

Hils Watches Meet You At The Blossom - Ep 1

Hi everyone I am back! I've finished the new Dragon Age game, and I've finished my DMBJ Rarepair Exchange fic which means I can finally go back to liveblogging dramas.

This one has been on my list since before it came out, and I'm super late to it but very excited. I have no idea how to tag this because it's a drama made by Thai company but filmed in China with a Chinese cast. Is it a cdrama or a tdrama? I have no idea. MyDramaList has it filed as a Thai drama so let's go with that?

Right, let's go!

Is it really any sort of period cdrama if someone doesn't get yeeted off a cliff in the first episode. I'm sure whoever this kid is he is definitely not going to show up with amnesia and/or an elaborate plan for revenge

Marriages? How is this kid old enough to have had one marriage never mind multiple?

Just as a guess I'm assuming this is the kid who got thrown off the cliff

Haha! Okay now I understand what he means by his failing marriages

Me whenever I see a pretty man in a perilous situation

Wait does he actually think that he's a woman?

Wait, do they ALL think he's a woman? I mean okay I love me some gender shenanigans

Whump and dramatic swooning after 10 mins? Clearly I have been a good Hils

I feel like the done with this shit servant is going to be a favourite

Oh no he's tucking him in. This is already very cute.

I regret to inform you all that I already adore this puppy

I'm always suspicious when one of the protagonists has two loving and alive parents. I'm quite sure something terrible is going to happen, although maybe not because this is a BL rather than a traditional wuxia drama

Luckily for him the beauty he's currently in love with isn't actually a woman

I still don't fully understand what he's up to but I love that he's just decided to commit to pretending to be a woman until he gets what he wants

I was literally just thinking he's so tall compared to Xiaobao

Ooh plot twist he's the evil prince's nephew

His face when the puppy shows up to save him

Aww he shielded the puppy with his own body

Wait what?? Is this...are they going to do a sex pollen type thing????

[rarepears]

Nie Huaisang, Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao, and Nie Mingjue all reincarnate together into PIDW, and become disciples around the same time as Luo Binghe.

The drama of this is of course enhanced by the facts that NMJ & JGY died "early," but NHS & LXC lived to the end of their natural lives as cultivators, and so some of their perspectives and opinions on events have naturally changed with age. (tfw the passage of time renders you unfamiliar to your once-loved ones)

Eventually they talk about their feelings and reconcile and such, and this ends up derailing the plot of PIDW severely as the rest of the PIDW characters confusedly observe quite possibly the weirdest disciples Cang Qiong's ever seen

NMJ on Bai Zhan, with no clue what's going on because he died first and NHS & LXC haven't told him anything

NHS on An Ding, thoroughly enjoying what's pretty much a vacation to him at this point and possibly running an interpeak illicit goods market (definitely not to distract himself from any of the emotions having NMJ & JGY alive and nearby would be causing him, Everything Is Fine) I haven't decided if he'd get involved with the whole og!SQH and MBJ situation tho

LXC on Qiong Ding, because I feel like he'd see himself in Yue Qingyuan and lowkey hate him for it and I think that could be interesting

JGY on Qing Jing, because he's the objectively the funniest/most interesting character to throw into the mess that is SJ and LBH. The way I imagine it, he's doing the most direct derailing of the plot, because he mostly accidentally gets right in the middle of the thing that is going on between those two

I feel like as I wrote this it became more serious than I originally intended so just know that I'm mentally picturing this like a fic that's interspersed with outsider POV of the 4 of them being completely deranged about eachother

(Also I'd feel bad taking away LXC's brother so LWJ and WWX + friends are busy doing hot girl shit being rogue cultivators. I think WWX should be a half demon so he gets to keep the cultivation and steal some of LBH's protagonist energy. If this was a fic then the rest of the Untamed gang would be perfect to use for side characters during off-peak missions)

*grabs popcorn and sits down to hear more*

Nie Huaisang is having too much fun waiting the two idiots called his shizun and shizun's poorly kept secret of a boyfriend go flailing around on these terribly unromantic dates BUT THE TWO WERE TRYING SO HARD that it was cute. He wonders if he should do something to help the poor idiots out... Should he?

Maybe he should...

(Watch Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun suddenly have a number of sex pollen accidents over the next few months....)

Lan Xichen would be an old man and a good voice of reason for Yue Qingyuan. Although he's head disciple and a very good one at that (if only because his Big Brother instincts can't be held back and he MUST interfere to help prevent history repeating once more), Lan Xichen has made it very clear that he would never accept becoming sect leader.

Also don't forget Liu Mingyan in the background writing about a 4 person sex orgy. At least, that's her personal theory for why there's so much UNRESOLVED TENSION between these four sus male disciples. And also, because it's fun.

It's even funner when you consider that Nie Mingjue is out of the loop of Cang Qiong stuff even on Bai Zhan because he tags along on so many of Liu Qingge's missions that he's probably spending like 8 months of the year outside of the sect.

(Nie Huaisang gets "assigned" to missions that happen to take place near Nie Mingjue's hunts.)

Meng Yao is Meng Yao and he still craves the approval of Male Authority Figures That Could be his dad. Also Meng Yao still likes to climb up the social hierarchy and power. AKA Luo Binghe growing mushrooms in the corner at seeing ANOTHER QING JING disciple THE SAME AGE AS HIM being given SO MUCH ATTENTION AND APPROVAL by shizun.

Luo Binghe develops a complex over Meng Yao of course.

(Shen Jiu approves of Meng Yao because he understands these characters very well and know how to manipulate (cough kill or injury them physically or mentally) them easily. Plus Meng Yao is actually competent.)

[More in #Nie Huaisang Lan Xichen Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue reincarnate into PIDW and are Cang Qiong disciples at the same time as Luo Binghe is AU

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

brain rot anon: i see your jaydick, i see your dickate, i see your jaykate… but are you ready for the throuple. dick/kate/jason. is the world ready for that level of chaos in one relationship? are their neighbors ready for that sex life? like i see your kate bishop’s boyfriends tag and i say okay but what if her boyfriends were also boyfriends? are these boys going to have to learn how to share 😂 but also come on jason you end up dating his exes anyway sooooooo

on GOD nonny i saw the notification for this on my phone and all it showed was "brain rot anon: i see your jaydick" and i KNEW what was coming, i am SCREECHING

Okokokokkokkkkkok jaydick seducing Kate? Jaykate seducing dick? (I don't see dickate seducing jason working I don't think jason would trust it) ak!jason my beloved???

(oh my GOD ak!jason would be such a possessive little freak over them; dick and kate EAT IT UP)

what a group of exceptionally terrifying people. the number of people who look at them and think Jason is the loose cannon (it's Dick it's absolutely Dick) and that Kate is kind of the middle/balance (she's not she is SO destructive) and is so many while Jason is actually planning cute ass date nights and wanting to stay in and cuddle and bake

(Cute date night idea: going to college bars and beating the shit out of people drugging drinks. Like honestly meet ugly. Dick and Jay are out doing this and Kate beats them to the punch (literally) and they get to know each other via shared hobbies TT)

Is the world ready for this chaos? So Clint and Cass (Cain) are very "yeah that tracks" about this relationship. Bruce is going insane. Damian attempts to give Kate a shovel talk and doesn't succeed because the last child-shaped chaos machine Kate dealt with was Loki (and also those kids she and Clint rescued with mind powers!) so it takes her forever to realize Damian is threatening her because that is just how The Youth express affection, right?

NO, absolutely NO ONE is ready for their sex life. At least one neighbor thinks they're filming porn. I cannot imagine living in an apartment next to them. They NEED a house but it's not practical with being vigilantes, city apartments are where it's at, but hOneStLy

I can't tell you how much furniture they break. It's a lot. They spring for a solid wood table after breaking three from Ikea. at least three sets of torn bedsheets, two broken bedside lamps--look Jay and Dick are very large men and all three of them are very strong if they're not paying attention or they've been apart for an extended period of time, there's going to be drywall with holes in it. Something's getting torn of the wall on accident. They are not getting their deposit back.

idk how they get together, so many delicious scenarios

Dick and Kate getting drinks together and deciding to break into one of Jason's safe houses and get MORE drunk. Literally all they're talking about is how great Jason is and how much they want to kiss him. Jason comes in all huffy to these two NERDS on his couch, melted all over each other, red-cheeked and giggly, obviously assumes they're flirting with each other and not him even with Kate telling him he's so pretty and Dick agrees

or or or the boys have been very MATURE and ADULT and are having conversations about both of them being into Kate and maybe both of them dating her when they have the misfortune to get dosed with some Ivy nonsense, NOT sex pollen but like incredibly high/drunk. they're doing some real dangerous shit in the batcave and refusing to listen to ANYone EVEN ALFRED, so Steph calls Kate, because Kate has been wrangling drunk adrenaline junkie superhero boys since she was 19, she's literally a pro at this.

Jason and Dick, btw, have been perched somewhere very high talking mostly about Kate (also how much Dick wants to snuggle with Haley and what they want to eat and how much they like each other) so when she comes in they listen to her and it has nothing to do with her ability to herd the inebriated. Jason and Dick are staring at her and agreeing to do whatever she asks. "Hawkeye did you know that if you mix blue and red you get purple. wow what a coincidence or something those are our colors!" followed by disturbingly intense stares.

at some point they wind up at her apartment (because she knows where all the weapons are and because the consensus was to keep them contained. The Manor is too much space for them to get lost in) after stopping to pick up Haley and there's just a pile of vigilantes, Lucky, Haley, Jeff the Land Shark, and a cat that Kate has acquired (the cat's name, I regret to inform you, is toad) and they REALLY want Kate to snuggle too but they don't want to pressure her but they REALLY WANNA touch her :(

one of them asks to hold her hand. one of them asks to play with her hair. the textures are SO GOOD. Jason and Dick zonk out in her bed and wind up all snuggled together which is very nice actually hmmmm Dick needs to rethink this potential relationship configuration but he is literally and figuratively flexible so it'll be fine. the biggest issue jaydick have in seducing Kate is getting her to realize that they ARE serious. Kate this is not a joke. she's a little mopey because she thinks the boys are just into each other. she's getting ready to go out and it's a whole thing with Jason going "you don't need to go out to find someone to wreck your shit, we are perfectly capable of doing that." (it's really romantic trust me)

More shenanigan-ery wanted? Kate falling for Dick Grayson and Hawkeye falling for Red Hood. (Kate does not have a long term plan here btw "bisexuality" is not a plan)

Anyway Red Hood hears about something Derek Bishop is planning that will have fallout for Kate, so of course he tells Dick and they try to set up a sting or something. which REALLY interferes with Kate's plans of catching her dad doing shady shit. At the end of the night the three of them are grouped together as a building burns behind them. Nightwing is being kinda proprietary about Kate which is weird because she's never worked with him and Kate keeps drifting into Red Hood's space which is weird because he knows Kate has never met him as Red Hood.

Jason suggests they regroup at one of his safe houses. The boys expect Kate to put up a fight about it but she's like "no I trust you" which is BEWILDERING, she has NO reason to trust Red Hood (that they know of ofc)

Obviously Dick is willing to let her know who he is and Jason is fine not doing that (why would he Anyway? Not his circus, not his clowns [ohohoohooo the irony] that's Dick's girl, he has nothing to do with that) and Jason is a little pissed that Hawkeye couldn't be bothered to help? He never asks her for anything. But maybe she's hurt? Shit, he's gotta get back out there, see if he can find her--

Now one of two things can happen.

Jason goes to text Hawkeye and Kate's phone dings (spiderman pointing meme)

OR

Chaos.

Clint barges into the safehouse, Deadpool in tow (with popcorn he is SO READY for what's about to go down that's why he helped Clint find the place) Clint VERY much Hawkeye attired and VERY UPSET that Kate decided to do this and didn't tell him???

Except she DID tell him she told him three whole days ago!!! OH MY GOD CLINT DID YOU HAVE YOUR EARS OFF

So Nightwing and Red Hood (and Deadpool) are watching this incredibly married fight (all of their fights are so married idk what to tell you they are platonic life partners) between Avenger Hawkeye and heiress Kate? Bishop? how do they know each other???

This goes on for longer than it should. Wade is getting bored. So he finishes chewing his popcorn and goes "Hey, Hawkeye!"

And both Clint and Kate turn to him and (in the same tone) go "WHAT?"

This is about the time Dick starts to bluescreen

Clint mentions something about how Captain America asked her not to do this kind of thing--

"A white Cap or a Black Cap?"

"Uhhh it was Steve?"

"Yeah I don't give a shit honestly he knows that, that's why he made me you."

Jason is buffering. Buffering. Buffering.

tbf Kate Bishop being a vigilante is not the thing that's tripping him up--I mean, Bruce--but that Kate Bishop is sort of into him? Actually really into him? Does that mean Kate is his girlfriend?

Which runs smack into "oh shit Kate is dating Dick."

(Kate is still blissfully unaware of her impending doom. She and Clint are still arguing about who she DOES listen to and it's NOT a man she pulled out of a dumpster last week, CLINTON. If Daredevil was here she would say the same thing to him! She would say the same thing to Moon Knight! To which Clint replies that he doesn't trust someone who gets HIT by CARS as much as she does--)

The stupidity of this argument has blunted the impact of Dick and Jason freaking out (Dick is recovering quickly his brain whirring at a million miles an hour thinking about all the times Jason has dated his exes and how he gets all flustered sometimes--)

Dick has taken his mask off. Jason has taken his helmet off and his mask. Kate and Clint have reached the part of arguing where they are like "I just worry abt you and love you ok" and hug and THEN

Kate sees the Boys, says "no" and just turns and walks out of the room.

it'll be fine she just needs to eat something. they'll have the serious conversations and it'll be great and wonderful and at some point Nightwing and Red Hood go beat the shit out of Derek Bishop :)

And like. GOD. these two boys, birds, who learned to fly through the night sky, giving Hawkeye wings. do you. do you see what I'm saying.

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol. 9

Hi friends!! This week I read several series that had like... a lot of parts... including ones I've previously recced but just now finished (Looking at you Lie To Me by @iamskyereads). I also went to Pride and basically read nothing from Saturday to Monday. That being said, I'm pretty proud of the amount of fics I was able to scrounge up for y'all this week, and I think we have a pretty good selection.

The Spreadsheet can be found here and you're always welcome to tag me in a fic or send it to my askbox if you want me to read it (I'll read any Pedro boy!).

Recs below the Pedro:

Puppet - an Ezra one shot by @jksprincess10

I love these fics that are like "What if we went to extreme lengths to shut Ezra the fuck up," and I especially love how this one ends. Also the side effect bit made me giggle. You're a genius, Nad <3

Hot and Heavy - a Joel series by @tieronecrush

I think I established recently that I'm a sucker for the nanny trope. We also know I love angst. So here we have one of those time bomb relationships where we know it's gonna end, not once, but twice. Excellent angst/tention building. Then we also have super fucking sexy delicious smut, Joel being a fucking adorable father, reader being like actually awesome... and I lowkey think readers mom is on it but that's just me. OH and "Mariposa" are you KIDDING ME?! perfect.

Run to You - a Marcus Pike series by @foli-vora

Talk about angst... and it's fucking PERFECT. The little flashback scenes and then the sharp cut to such a painful present situation UGH. The world building is excellent. The characterization is so fucking good bc of COURSE Marcus would fall in love on an op of fucking course he would. Marcus "Marry Me" Pike over here. Fucking idiot. I love him. I can't wait to see how this story progresses. It is so. fucking. good.

Pretend Alleyways - a Dieter/Marcus Moreno series by @radiowallet

Would I ever have thought about pairing up Marcus Moreno and Dieter Bravo? No. Am I eternally grateful someone put my two softboys together? YES. They are so perfect together. So sweet and precious. They need each other fr. This made me all warm and fuzzy inside and also horny obviously.

Like Water in Your Hands - a Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters (Part of the Punisher anthology)

I. Love. This. So. Fucking. Much. Top tier. The smut? The plot? The characterization? Queen shit.

Don't Be Scared - a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Din being scared/nervous omg. So cute and sexy. I love him so much UGH. Looking forward to the Din revival fr

the lakes - a Joel one shot by @tieronecrush (Part of the folklore anthology)

This is literally one of my greatest non-smutty fantasies with Joel. Just telling him how much he means to me and promising to be there for him and convincing him to let himself be happy and comfortable. I wanna hug that man so bad AGH. This was beautiful Sam <3

Summer Lovin' - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain

I don't know why I've been reading so much asshole!Joel lately.... but I'm loving it. I love all the little details in this. I was genuinely pissed the fuck off at Joel. I have more sympathy for the ice cream than that fucking idiot. Sarah, his ex, and reader all deserve so much better than that dipshit UGH

Unusual Situation - a Din/Ezra one shot by @absurdthirst

Not only am I back on my Din/Reader/Ezra bullshit AND my M/M/F bullshit in general, but this is the fic that caused it. These two space idiots were meant to be together, I am 100% certain. The way Ezra manages to gently reassure Din that reader wants him while they're both balls deep in various holes....??? How do you do it. How do you make something tender and sweet while also being complete and utter filth. I am fascinated.

Of Gorgons and Gardens - a Din/Ezra series by @concussed-to-pieces

Following the absurdthirst story, I found this one.... and boy howdy. I am a SLUT for sex pollen fics, so obviously that was excellent. I also love how it was like "oh the plant makes men want to fuck women" but hinted that neither of them would be particularly upset about fucking each other either. Mando was like... i don't give a fuck, dude. And then it went from absurdly smutty (but also kinda sweet) in part one, to just like tender and sweet in part two. Like yeah yeah horrible harrowing near death experience yada yada... the STUBBLE SCENE??? The PAIN KINK?? the TOUCHING?? I just about died. And then in part three we get my top all time kink PLUS Din and Ezra and Reader just being so sweet it hurts a little. I am feral for these boys UGH. AND AND the nickname being bird in mando'a was so clever??

Late July - a Jack (Whiskey) series by @concussed-to-pieces

So I read the Din/Ezra thing and obviously had to peruse the masterlist. I love my dear appalachian cowboy. I really really liked the whole premise of this story and the follow ups. The smut is fucking masterful but also like hello, plot??? Truly incredible. I really liked seeing frat-boy Jack and also seeing him work through his trauma and shit. But also Jack tied to a chair need I say more?

Defanged - a Din one shot by @concussed-to-pieces

Alright so this one is the same sex pollen from OGaG but it doesn't hurt which is super dope. Hey Alexa play "In Love with a Stripper" but it's Din in love with a sex worker just bc he put his dick in her. I fuckin love this.

hunt and peck - a Javi P one shot by @toxicanonymity

You really said lets take this slut and make him even hornier and I LOVE IT.

----------oldies but goodies-----------

soft!dom joel - a Joel a series by @joelscruff

Letterman Jacket - a Javi P series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

I want you to stay - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Below the Line - a Dieter series by @prolix-yuy

Midnight Rider a Jack (Whiskey) one shot by jazzelsaur (ao3)

Rare - a Joel a one shot by @swiftispunk

One Hundred and Fifty Seven - a Din one shot by @theidiotwhowritesthings

Heatwaves - a Javi P two shot by @mishasminion360

In the Dark - an Ezra series by @frannyzooey (favorite ez ever maybe)

Lover of mine - a Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

Morning - a Dieter series by @write-and-buried

--------------my recents-------------

In the next one - based on Lucy Dacus' (boygenius) song We're in Love and a standalone addition to my loose fit Dieter series A Ghost of You - focuses on Dieter's belief that he's been with you in every single past life and lost you in each of them + him coming to terms with his belief that he'll lose you in this one too.

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Happy Reading

[antimony-medusa]

this is mars creatchure i just don't want this tied to my main because the batman fandom Scares Me

found family is SUCH a way to condition yourself into kinks. it's not exclusive to mcyt. i jumped right from dsmp and sbi (even though you know, was always more of an emduo guy, i got to see the sbi fics as well) to dc and batfam and the shit people will write and slap on "they're brothers" to. it makes me a tad insane.

i'm not gonna talk about the obvious issues in the fandom, and like. i guess at least some people are honest about it, writing slash ships of the batboys and all (whole other separate issue) but like. some of the people with 'batcest dni' in their ao3 tag write the most borderline shit i've ever read.

i don't have concrete thoughts on it or like. a commentary abt what it means or whatever, just that the phenomenon seems to be present in found family fandoms as a whole, not just mcyt

Oh yeah I've seen hints of the batfandom in action, that seems FAIR. I do not want you to get swarmed.

Honestly the found family space being very similar in batfam to what it is in dsmp doesn't surprise me, especially when I know that a lot of people transitioned from DSMP/SBI to the batfam. (I also saw signs of people going to stranger things, and a bunch of other fandoms, and the part where I went Oh Good Luck was seeing some people trying to do kpop band boys as a found family. Go with god.)

You have people who really like the strong bonds between people in fiction, but they aren't quite mentally comfortable with writing or consuming sex or romance. And while some of them are doing this because they're sex-repulsed or really like platonic relationships, a bunch of them are just young or they've unwittingly bought into some cultural messages about how Sex Is Bad Actually. So in their fandom, they end up either picking up or creating a family dynamic for them to work with. And then if anything was to happen romantically with their new blorbos, it would be both underage and incest, so absolutely they've made sure nothing can happen because it would be horrible, so they're safe to continue with family dynamic, celebrating the strong bonds that brought them there. But then you have this little community of people, and I'd say while they know that they SHOULDN"T do anything romantic with the characters, the coding for romance and sex is in the head of a good like 99% of humanity, so when a romance or kink trope gets floated in this fictional context, falling through the mindscape in the shape of a hypothetical story, about half or more of these people don't go "ugh" (because they're romance-repulsed), they go "oh I can use that, that's a fun way to celebrate the bonds between people, I just have to clean it up a bit" (because most of humanity is fine with romance actually), and then they strip the blatant romance or sex out of it to make it Okay To Use, and then they write a story using, like romeo and juliet crimeboys (platonic), or cuddle pollen batfam. To grab an example of a glaringly romantic trope and a blatant kink trope that I've seen repurposed into platonic spaces.

And then in this community of people, every time someone does that, the temperature of the water in the pot they are all in ticks a little higher, because these tropes that someone grabbed from a romance novel or a kink page are now circulating in this platonic space as normal tropes that we all use, and other people use the tropes without really thinking about their origins, and that's how, like, hypnokink gets normalized. Or non-consentual cuddling (extended edition). Or smelling each other on each other's skin. Or fated mates platonic soulmates. All these things that if you're not in the fandom and enviroment, you read out of context and go "this CANNOT be platonic"— but they mean it to be!

And as you say, this is a perfect enviroment for conditioning yourself into certain kinks, because on the one hand you're moving in this space where there's a lot of non-sexual kink around touch and consent and restraints altered states and dehumanization (and sometimes more) happening ALL THE TIME, and you start to get the warm and tinglies at the climax of the story even if the climax of the story is someone getting tied up, and at the same time knowing that you shouldn't think about the blorbos kissing doesn't mean it's not gonna happen. It just means that it's super ilicit and illegal in your brain when it happens. But boy is it happening now, and these characters are so important to you and their bond matters so much to you, and—

Cause you are here cause you like thinking about the bonds between blorbos, and romance and sex and associated tropes are really compelling because as a society we've had about 11,000 years to refine our storytellling about them, so you just keep sinking further and further into the bonds between the characters, using all these tropes, and as it turns out, you're doing it in a space that means you're gonna come out of it with some kinks.

So. Yeah.

Saluting you over in the batfam mines. I hope the babies come out of it okay.

[time-like-tears-in-rain]

Number 8 and 16 for the choose violence ask game?

ahhhhhh I forgot about this for a Long Time. Sorry.

8.common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

TENTOO ISN'T TEN. He's not in the show--even Ten says he's part human, even with all the memories, he's something new. People bend over backwards to say that he's Ten in canon and that word-of-god from the producers and DT proves it....but word-of-god from Eccelston and Piper says otherwise, AND the actual canon comic (for better or worse) says that Tentoo isn't the same man as Ten.

Anyway. I have always been a Tentoo hater and will always be a Tentoo hater.

Also, that Martha was a weaker character for going through her unrequited crush on the Doctor. While I agree 110% that her character was treated like shit, I don't think this made her weak. I don't think it made her uninteresting. Yeah, it's tiring that everyone falls for the Doctor, but look at Ten and tell me to my face that it's unrealistic that someone attracted to men wouldn't be a bit. Taken by that.

I've lived through (obviously not the scifi shit) but the whole "Hey, even though you'll never love me and that's done massive damage to my sense of self worth, you're going to get yourself killed without me, and I do love you as a friend, not just romantically, so I'll see this through," and it was the worst.

16. You can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

SEE ABOVE.

And: I've never seen a fandom use the sex pollen trope so many times. I had to filter the tag to search AO3. To each their own, but no.

[confusedgoldenflower]

If you don't stand with all of the LGBTQIA+, you stand with none. People seem to forget about all of that within fandom.

If you NEED someone’s sexuality stated in that specific term we only now use (and largely in the west), you don't stand with us (looking at you, acephobes).

If you NEED specific characters to have sex, you don't stand with us--referring to how objectively aspec characters are mostly just sexual in their tags and fanart.

Can they have sex? Obvi-fucking-ly. But when there's contextual evidence that they're aspec, what the actual fuck, why are they constantly fucking!?

Ace people deserve as much representation as anyone else in fandom spaces, sex is not the be-all, end-all of adulthood or relationships and it's immature to see it as such. Nonsexual intimacy is real and just as legitimate; even more valid when an arguably canonically ace character is present.

And porn--yes porn, because smut is just porn with words--being so, SO prevalent in fandom is also an issue: there are MANY minors in fandom and no, "we're not all responsible for taking care of the kids," but we sure as fuck have a role in it. When there's 90% smut, laden with tags like non-con, dead dove, incest, sex-pollen/heat/sex curse (noncon means to sex) etc, that--and get this--NORMALIZES that shit. If you think it doesn't, that's like saying we haven't all been conditioned to feel that skinny-ness is normal and fat-ness is abnormal by the media; that heteronormativity and heterosexuality hasn't been normalised to us based off what we consumed whilst younger.

Can ace characters and other characters still fuck? Where the hell did I say that's not allowed whatsoever. Where, in the fuck, did I declare smut unacceptable. Nowhere. That's where.

This is what I'm saying: ace characters deserve to be ace in fandom, ace people by extension deserve that representation and not that feeling of alienation because they identified with a character but find nothing but smut.

What I'm saying is not everything has to be about sex! Have your horny and write your horny, but it's ludicrous for SO MUCH of fandom to be revolving around sex, especially when you can hardly find any non-sexual story about a certain character/ship!

What’s more, it’s fucking acephobic for there to be nothing but objective allosexuality!

And save the "do it yourself," I fucking am and maybe I'd like to just be able to read some good non-sex-revolving stories for once.

This is for all the aces and baby aces: you're not wrong for not feeling the very, very many sex tags, nor are you wrong for interpreting the character(s) as ace. And neither are you not-ace for enjoying the sexy tags or stories. Don’t let anyone force you out of a place you enjoy, especially if it’s an escape for you like so many find with fandom.

PS: “if you don’t like how it works, then don’t be in fandom.” Really just puts the nails in your acephobic coffin. Why the hell should we (and minors) be excluded from spaces that’re supposed to be inclusionary just because y’all can’t fucking control yourselves.

[kalicorrz]

𝐃𝐎'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓'𝐒 !

1 : this list is being updated still + pls send an ask if u are not sure if i write smth.

𝐃𝐎 !

𖥔 dom/sub/switch jjk & cod or reader.

𖥔 hurt/comfort, fluff/angst. [includes but not limited to: safeword use, trauma, situationship angst, misunderstandings, arguments, sickfics, pregnancy fluff, domesticity fluff, baby fluff].

𖥔 abusive/traumatic settings. as long as reader nor the character is initiating or doing, i.e comfort type. examples: abusive relations, domestic abuse, SA, traumatic past events, character death, etc.

𖥔 degradation/condescension, dumbification, dacryphilia, noncon/dubcon.

𖥔 praise, gentle sex, silly sex, making love, pet names [along with rough content ofc].

𖥔 sex pollen and/or fuck or die tropes.

𖥔 aphrodisiacs.

𖥔 forced/arranged marriage, established relationships, situationships, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, loss of virginity, coercion, stepbrother/stepdad, dbf tropes.

𖥔 age gaps [in accordance to stepdad&dbf tropes]

𖥔 breeding kink.

𖥔 wet&messy, squirting [for both reader and character]

𖥔 dark content, SOME instances of monsterfucking [js. sukuna.]

𖥔 female characters requests [shoko, yuki, valeria...]

𖥔 only she/her or afab reader [i'm not well-versed with gn!reader but if you request it, i'll try my best.]

𖥔 trueform!sukuna.

𖥔 lactation

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 !

𖥔 owner/pet dynamics, hard domination.

𖥔 daddy kink/mommy kink. [sorry, they js gross me out ahhh]

𖥔 scat, vomit and all of the freaky shit.

𖥔 necrophilia.

𖥔 harsh misogyny kink. [i can do it as a passing thing]

𖥔 abuse as the doing of character or reader.

𖥔 major character death.

𖥔 sad endings, hurt/no comfort, heavyyy angst.

𖥔 graphic noncon/bio incest. [stepcest is ok!]

𖥔 action-related stuff. don't like writing it, sorry.

𖥔 amab, he/him reader. [afraid i'll mess it upp]

𖥔 use of y/n [nah. y/n is a female name atp].

𖥔 young geto/gojo [older geto n gojo are fine.]

𖥔 yuuji/megumi/nobara [unless aged up, then yeah.]

also, absolutely no minors may interact with this account. i won't tell you not to read this stuff, because even i remember how i felt reading nsfw as a teen, exploring. but please do not interact, and understand how uncomfortable it is for me to be receiving interaction from tweens or teens, knowing they read what filth i wrote. also tw dark content. don't like what you see? block the tag. don't like me? block me. simple as that. don't go bullshitting on my work knowing you could just do that. ageless blogs will be blocked as well.

© van1tyyy. do not copy my layouts or my works. don't recommend me on tiktok. do not translate my work. do not upload my work onto youtube ♡ take care !!

[curiositydooropened]

maybe R and i for the ask game?? 🧐

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Okay I don't know why, but this question fully sent me on an out-of-body journey, and now I have a long answer for you because I'm feeling chatty today.

Firstly, I think I'm going to make a separate Fic Rec post to answer this, wherein I tag some of my favorite authors in the Stranger Things fandom, specifically whose work I consider influential to my own. Because there are just waaaaayyyy too many talented people on the platform, and I feel like it's going to take me a hot minute to curate. hahaha (There are also several authors in other fandoms [Supernatural, Marvel, etc.] Would anyone be interested in those?)

But the chatty part to my answer is that I don't read very many books.

But I watch a ton of movies. And I think my writing is way more influenced by film direction than by writing. And I think that's because I'm just such a visual person that I see the stories in my mind, and I love so many directors that focus on those little, minute details. I love Guillermo del Toro and Peter Jackson and Spielberg. And honestly I could go on forever about that too. So if anyone's interested in movies, come talk to me about those too hahahaha

Okay, two answers. One being less guilty, the other I'm borderline ashamed of 😂. First, Hurt/Comfort but I want the hurt character to get their ass handed to them. Like sooooo bloody. That shit's just soooo good to me. The second one... Sex Pollen hahahahaaaa BUT, it has to be done well. Like I need the mutual pining to be there. I'm not interested if it's porn without plot. I need the tension to be as thick as whatever shit got inhaled, you feel me??? And I need my characters to both want to consent when they aren't drugged. Ya feel? Oh God, i'm so embarrassed hahahaha

[kirah69]

Intoxicated [Petopher]

Day 2: Intoxicated

For the @petopher-events

Tags: non-con due to sex pollen, fuck or die, dark with hopeful ending.

[It's not betaed so if you find any mistake, let me know]

[AO3 link]

Intoxicated

Chris had got there almost by chance. He heard from some noisy hunters in a bar that they had caught an omega and they were going to have “fun” with him. Chris had been following the trail of some druids who worked with hunters and experimented with different species of wolfsbane. His instinct told him that this was no coincidence.

He followed the hunters in his car to a warehouse under a slight rain. It wasn't abandoned and there was too much activity for after eleven at night. Chris counted two SUVs, a sedan and a van. He could guess by experience that there would be from eight to twelve hunters plus two or three druids. And he was alone. The smart and sensible thing to do would be to leave and return with backup, but he didn't have anyone to turn to anymore. He had become a pariah now that he didn't hunt creatures and instead went after the real monsters. So he forgot about sensible and loaded his guns, checked his weapons, made sure he had everything he would need on him and left the car.

The two hunters posted at the front door went down almost without a noise, falling on the wet ground, and the shots were not heard thanks to the silencer. The next two inside were easy too, but then it was pure chaos. The place was dark, most lights were out and they only had their flashlights. The corridors were narrow, with old filing cabinets serving as parapet for both sides. After killing three more of them, Chris got shot in the chest, but thankfully the bulletproof vest stopped the bullet and it just hurt like a bitch.

He didn't stop, he didn't care for his life that much anymore.

It seemed like forever, but it was only minutes until all the hunters were down and Chris was bandaging roughly his bleeding arm. It wasn't that bad, he just needed some stitches. The two druids were sat on the floor with their hands and feet tied together, some bruises and cuts here and there. They were in a room deep in the warehouse, and Chris knew that the door at the back of the room led to a basement. The werewolf was there, he could hear his roars and growls.

“Tell me exactly what you did to him,” Chris demanded.

For a second none of the druids said a word, but when Chris looked at them, they both flinched.

“It's what is commonly known as sex pollen, kind of,” the youngest said. They could as well be father and son.

“The what?” Chris asked confused.

“It wasn't the initial purpose, but this species of wolfsbane happened to have an... aphrodisiac effect on the specimen,” explained the oldest one. “It made him more violent by the minute, too.”

Chris had to remind himself that he still needed them. He wanted to shoot them right there and then.

“And how can we fix it?”

Chris looked around to all the herbs and laboratory equipments that were there. There must be something there.

“We don't have a cure. He has to get it out of his system,” the youngest said.

“We can wait it out?”

“Don't think so. He'll die before that,” he said shrugging.

It was obvious he didn't care a shit about the werewolf's life. They were no different from hunters. Chris pulled a knife out and walked slowly toward them with a menacing look on his face. He placed the tip of the knife against the youngest druid's throat and pressed just enough.

“And how exactly can we fix it?” he asked again slower, almost with a growl of his own.

“G-give him something to fuck. It doesn't have to be a person, I'm sure an animal would work.”

“It better works.” 'Or else' was unsaid but heard anyway.

Chris sheathed the knife and went to the closed door. On the other side it really sounded like an enraged feral omega. He feared he would have no choice but to put him down. Chris opened the door. There was a flight of stairs barely lit by fluorescents. The basement was a bare concrete room with nothing but a cage of thick metal bars in the center and flickering fluorescent lights on the ceiling. For a second he didn't recognize the creature inside the cage. Then his blood ran cold.

It was Peter. Peter Hale. The most controlled, composed and prideful werewolf he had ever known. And now he was in a cage, feral, totally out of control, treated like a laboratory animal. He was naked, with blood covering his body from probably self-inflicted injuries. He was shifted and looked more wolf than usual, his eyes glowing brightly and fixed on Chris like lasers. He had stopped roaring and instead banged against the cage bars trying to get to him with a constant growl rumbling in his chest.

Chris couldn't put him down, it wasn't an option. And he wasn't going to bring some animal for him to fuck, Peter would prefer death to that humiliation. He only had an option. It was going to hurt, it could even kill him, but at this point he didn't care.

Chris undressed and left his clothes on the floor with all his weapons. He wanted to prepare himself, but he didn't have any kind of lubricant so he just opened himself a bit with his fingers, Peter looking at him all the time with a hungry expression. Once he couldn't do more, Chris took the keys that dangled from the wall close to the stairs and went back to the cage. As soon as he was close enough, Peter grabbed him by the arm and yanked him against the bars. The clawed hand sank into his biceps while the other claw gripped his hip, pressing him against the cage. Chris opened the door with some difficulty and in the blink of an eye he was inside the cage with a very feral werewolf over him.

Chris closed his eyes and tried to relax, though it was really hard. Peter bit the joint between his neck and shoulder, and his jaws locked around the muscle. Chris groaned but didn't move, it would only make it worse. Peter grabbed his buttocks and without any kind of preparation or warning pierced him with a big, hard cock that tore his insides. Chris screamed and his body twitched, but he still didn't fight. He sobbed while Peter fucked him like an animal, like a beast. At least the blood eased the way. There was a moment he was sure he was going to die with the claws and fangs piercing his flesh, the cock ripping his insides and all the blood and pain. For a second, just a second, he wished he was dead.

Then, everything stilled. With rumbling growls coming through his full mouth, Peter started filling him with his seed. Chris felt it flood his insides, so hot and so fucking abundant, like a damn fountain. It just didn't stop! Until it did, and Peter fell motionless over him. Chris groaned as fangs and claws left his flesh and blood oozed out even more. But Peter didn't move, his cock still half-hard inside him. The werewolf liked at the bite on his neck, and Chris shivered. His hole tightened and it hurt. Chris sobbed and wiped his face with the back of his hand, which was as bloody as the rest of himself.

“You owe me a big one for this, damn Hale,” Chris muttered.

Though his hatred was not directed at the 'wolf but at those damned druids who he had yet to kill. He didn't have the strength to move and didn't want Peter to react again, so he just lay there and accidentally fell asleep or maybe unconscious.

When he woke up, Chris was in the back of is own car and Peter was driving. His body hurt everywhere, but he could see some bandages. He didn't need to ask about the druids, Peter would have taken care of them.

“Any side effect of that thing?” he asked, his voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“You almost bled to death and are half broken, and you still worry about me? You've gone soft, Argent,” Peter said, looking at him in the rearview mirror.

“You've let your guard down and let them capture you,” Chris answered back.

“Touché.”

Peter had gone soft too. Not so long ago, he would have left him there to his fate or even killed him. Years before that, they would have died for each other. Maybe they were back at the beginning.

[essayofthoughts]

HMM let's say. Soulmates. Fake dating/marriage. Sex pollen. Mutual pining.

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it

Soulmate AUs - B+

So here's the thing about Soulmate AUs - they can be really trite and boring. A lot of people use them just to skip over the tricky part of getting characters together by saying "No, don't you see, they're meant to be together" and I think that's lazy. That's why I love things like Soulmate AUs where the bond is to someone significant to you, but not necessarily romantic. Soulmate AUs that allow for platonic bonds. Soulmate AUs that explore how toxic and dangerous the expectation of romantic Bonds can be. Soulmate AUs where it isn't an inherent shortcut to the relationship, but where the characters still have to work through things.

Of course, this all depends on the ship. 99% of the time I do not give a crap for Soulbonds because 99% of the time I do not give a crap for whatever is being shipped. It's only recently I actually understood why people feel strongly about ships (THANK YOU CRITICAL ROLE AND PERC'AHLIA I REALLY NEEDED THAT I say with some degree of sarcasm) and for those few ships I am invested in, I am interested in seeing those kinds of explorations. This is why I am (slowly) working on an MCU Soulmate AU, where Wanda and Pietro have a platonic bond... and Vision and Wanda have a bond too, thereby indicating that Vision has what might count as, to some people, a soul. That's a fun space to explore!

So. I don't care about Soulmate AUs except for those few relationships (platonic or romantic or otherwise) where I think that, done right, a Soulmate AU could be EXTREMELY interesting. I don't go searching it out, but sometimes I might see it tagged on a fic and go "UGH fuck no" and other times, with other relationships I'll go "oh... tasty."

TL;DR: I like this when it's angsty and there's conflict rather than when it's a shortcut, but if there's angst I am probably gonna have fun.

Fake Dating/Marriage - B+

I think this has come up in a past iteration of this game, but basically I don't hunt this out but I can enjoy it in certain scenarios. The thing about this is it forces a certain degree of physical intimacy whether the characters necessarily want it or not which can be very revealing as to how they feel about one another - safe, comfortable, contented, happy... or upset, agitated, angry, worried. In this way it can be extremely illustrative of their underlying dynamics, when they're not allowed much space in which to withdraw.

I've read some incredibly bad fics of this (Niamh, you know the one I'm thinking of I'm sure) but I've also read some very good ones (Griftings. One day I will comment on that fic of yours I promise). Done right, making the characters question their own wants and also the motivations and desires of the other... it's good! It shows their understanding of themselves and each other, it means they have to work through these things and decide if they're going to take a chance or believe it's only what was agreed...

And also it plays on trust. Like... whether they act (trusting their understanding of the other individual) or do not (trusting what the other said about the Fakeness of the relationship they're presenting) it shows their interactions with the other as coming from a place of care and respect and that is just good shit. A lot of fics kind of have an implicit degree of assumption, of violation of boundaries, so ones where the main romantic choices still show respect for the involved parties' consent and boundaries... that's good.

TL;DR: I don't need this to be angsty but I want there to be introspection and thought and physical intimacy and vulnerability slowly giving way to emotional intimacy and vulnerability and just A Lot Of Trust.

Sex Pollen - B+

Probably not the response anyone expects but then... I mean I've only really come across the better examples of this fic, largely because I avoid the overlap with AUs where I'm not going to enjoy it, and further avoid relationships I don't care for.

The thing I like about this one is that it can be used basically as an enabling tool, as a gentle push over the edge. I'm going to be specific I don't like the versions of this where those involved are completely out of their minds. I don't like things that take away people's ability to consent; it makes me uncomfortable. But I do like fics where it nudges characters in the direction of what they want but don't dare act on/don't think they can ever have/are too afraid or respectful of the other to even mention.

It's also just... a whole lot of vulnerability? Like specific subtropes in this which I find good are 1. Person A is stripped down to a hormonal instinctive mess and Person B wants to help them which is a vulnerability for Person B, being intimate to help someone they care about and for Person A, being seen when stripped down to that hormonal instinctive mess; and 2. Person A and Person B have wanted it for some time and the Sex Pollen just prompts them to act on it and once acted on and things said in the heat of the moment forces them to finally confront things, discuss things, and move forward together.

TL;DR: I like this as a means to push slow-burning characters to acting; this is also one of those few tropes where I like it with only as much angst as would be realistic for the characters and otherwise it should just be plain old horny and loving.

Mutual Pining - A

In as much as I ever specifically go seeking shipfic (which is to say: extremely rarely and only really Perc'ahlia) this is up there. Usually I tend to search by fandom and then by length and then whittle down tropes I dislike in the hope of reading something new and interesting, but when it comes to the few times I'm looking for specific relationships, this is up there. Mostly because it often (and best, imo) goes hand-in-hand with Slow Burn, which is The Shit.

The thing about it is mutual pining and especially slow burn mutual pining lets you show just how well the characters grok each other. It lets you see how well they mesh. It lets you understand why they could end up together and makes you root for that outcome.

I am a person who generally seeks out genfic, stuff with no relationship or with only platonic or background relationships. This is because you have to sell me on the chemistry between characters before I'm likely to ship them and very, very few pieces of media have actually done that for me, including fanfics. The thing about Mutual Pining, and the Slow Burn it is best paired with (imo) is that it allows me to be convinced by their chemistry. It allows me to see them fitting together. It makes me believe.

TL;DR: I don't exactly seek it out because I don't usually seek out shipfic, but when I am searching shipfic this is a tag that will often (though not always) make me click in to at least have a look.

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Dean Winchester: Monster Fucker

Author: LoversAntiquities

Artist: Gio

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Others (Explicit)

Length: 30000

Warnings: None

Tags: Porn With Plot, Curses, Sex Pollen with Consent, Casefic, Getting Together, Post-S13xE5

Posting Date: November 6, 2020

Summary: Cursed by a fledgling witch-in-training, Dean finds himself in a predicament. Not only is Castiel attempting to crawl into his lap at all hours, but so is every monster he comes across. With no method to reverse the curse other than waiting it out, Dean must come to terms with his budding relationship with Castiel, while also juggling his newly super-active sex life. 

Excerpt: “So, cursed,” Dean says by way of conversation. A thousand other thoughts float around in his head, ranging from how Castiel’s hand feels on his cock to the fact that last week, Castiel was dead, and now, he’s very much alive. Compounded with a curse and the worst pillow talk of his life, this week might as well be a total bust. Or, just another Thursday in his book. “What kinda curse are we talking?” Castiel sits sideways on a plastic lounger, pillowing his hands in his lap. “I don’t know,” he says, blunt. Just what Dean wants to hear—that Castiel doesn’t know. “Do you know who did it?” A shake of the head. “Where?” Nothing. “Shit.” Dean throws his head back and wishes that the earth would swallow him whole. “So what, I’ve just magically been hexed, and I just gotta wait and see if I grow a tail?” “Whatever it is, it’s not particularly powerful,” Castiel admits, somewhat sheepish. If Dean had to put a word to it, he looks embarrassed, like the reality of what just happened settled in. Dean was wrong—this easily tops his list of awkward sexual experiences. “I noticed it when I kissed you, that you tasted… different. I expected nothing, or that gum you like—“ Dean sputters and jams his thumbnail into his index finger. Not a dream. “You expected?” he asks. “You’ve—You thought about kissing me?” At that, a flush highlights Castiel’s cheeks, painting the tips of his ears. “You’ve only talked to two people within the last few hours, and I highly doubt either of them could be the culprit.” Rubbing his eyes, Dean sighs into his hands. “Can’t be Chieli,” he agrees. “Too much of a novice. And I don’t think Madam Tammy was working anything when she jumped in my lap.” “And finding everyone who happened to be in the bar tonight would be impossible.” Castiel hangs his head. “Do you feel strange? Sick, or lethargic—” “Just horny,” Dean blurts before his brain can catch up. Castiel lifts a brow. “Are we not gonna talk about how you thought about kissing me? ‘Cause that’s what I’m kinda stuck on.” “I’d rather not,” Castiel says, deadpan. “I’m more concerned with your—” “Cas.” Standing, Dean—inelegantly—straddles Castiel’s waist atop the lounger, his knees poking into the vinyl. Fear brightens Castiel’s eyes, even more so when Dean palms his cheeks, keeping him close. “I’m only gonna say this once, so listen. You listening?” Reluctant, Castiel nods. “I don't think I have a choice.”

DCBB 2020 Posting Schedule

[beskarberry]

Thanks for the tag darling!

1. How many works do you have on Tumblr?

7!

2. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Blue Orchid

All That Glitters

Bargaining with Beskar

Kudzu

Solisequious

Some chapters of the longer fics have more notes though than the starting chapters, such as Garden of Ishtar, which is ch9 of Bargaining but has more notes than the rest of the story lol

3. What’s your total Tumblr word count?

242997 according to Ao3

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! It's easier for me to reblog comments here than it is to reply to them on Ao3, but I love each and every comment I get! Sometimes my social anxiety gets the better of me though and I end up feeling weird replying to a late message, but I see you and I love you so much!!!

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

I guess All That Glitters has the least difficultly-acquired ending but tbh I wanted to write more chapters for it so idk if that even counts. It's clean cut and ends on good dialogue.

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

I refuse to end on a sour note! Nobody ever comes out unscathed but I don't do sad endings! I can't, life's too hard and sad as it is. That being said, Ch11 of BwB was honestly the most heartbreaking thing I have ever written and I will not be doing that again.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Working on one now! Solisequious is my Treasure Planet/Prospect crossover, it's nearly finished, one chapter to go!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No but I've gotten a comment I did not like. It wasn't meant to be hateful, but it was praising my fic for not pulling the same stunt as a certain Popular Fic, which I haven't even read to the end so I'm kinda butthurt over it but it wasn't meant to be mean. Don't compare authors' fics, kids!

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

Literally everything I write is smut. All my SFW is just lead up to the NSFW lol. I love fringe smut! Mpreg, Eggpreg, alien transformations, sex pollen galore, just some weird goddamn shit, but I cushion it with the FLUFFIEST FLUFF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN! Helps the oviposition go down ;)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Better fuckin not I will riot.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gomez and Morticia

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

The very first Ezra fic I started was a modern!Ezra who's an actor in a Shakespearean theater that plays the role of Don John in Much Ado About Nothing. I bit off way more than I could chew with that one, I think sea shanties and space filk are where I draw the line on poetry.

14. What are your writing strengths?

I get told my imagery is really strong, so I guess that? It's hard to say

15.  What are your writing weaknesses?

Nobody hurts my feelings better than I do, so even my smuttiest, filthiest writing will still have strong emotions that nobody really signed up for. sorry

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

I'll sprinkle in curses and affectionates, but that's about it

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Technically Gravity Falls but that'll never see the light of day lol, after that I wrote a bunch of KFP and Zootopia oc fics.

18. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Blue Orchid, that was the first time I really let myself go with writing what I want, even if it was FILTHY. I probably should have stopped with one chapter, but it got such good feedback I had to write more, sorry about that last chapter being such a tearjerker! I was having a bad week.

Tagging my beloveds @unhinged-summer-fun @ezrasbirdie @absurdthirst @novemberrain221

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1. How many works do you have on Tumblr?

Total?? Uh.... 26 for the star wars blog and I'm going to say like higher than 50 maybe for the main. (i have too many masterlists to count).

2. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Innocent Kissing (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Dirty Little Secret (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Pleasure Is A Kind Of Pain (President Loki x fem!reader)

Trouble (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Black Velvet (1980s!Din Djarin x fem!reader)

3. What’s your total Tumblr word count?

I have no idea but my ao3 one is 267,017. Since not everything is there I'm going to say Tumblr is a lot higher.

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutely!! I love seeing people's thoughts on what I write and especially love to interact with them. They make my whole year honestly and I re-read them often when I need something to cheer me up. I do my best to get to all of them, but some I don't see.

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

This one I honestly don't know. I'd have to say either Winter Lover which was a Loki fic I wrote for the holiday season last year or my Shattered series from last year with Poe. I'm sure there's others, but I can't remember.

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

Pull up a chair cause this will take awhile. There's the 40s Steve Rogers fic Muse which has a heart wrenching ending. Siempre with Joaquín Torres that is still fluffy but doesn't end happily. When I Grow Too Old To Dream with 40s Bucky (another painful story) as well as Lover's Sighs with Bucky too. I'm also not being so nice lately with my Black Velvet series. I am unable to not write angst honestly.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Once. A short drabble with Javi and Ezra called Find Me In The Meadow. My Black Velvet series is also a crossover of some of the different eras of star wars.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No

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

1000000000%. My blog is filth based with some heartbreak thrown in for spice. If I'm doing smut it's as dirty as I can get without feeling uncomfortable. Kinks are added, but again it's based on my comfort level as the writer so I don't go into dark themes and such.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm a big lover of SamBucky (they are hero husbands in my mind), Jamie and Claire, Finn and Poe (it was a romance). There's so many more that I forgot.

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

So many sadly. A series called Champagne Tears with Steve Rogers. Another series with The Thief from Pedro's commercial called Wicked Games and a Sam Wilson series Storm Of Love And War. All lost inspo and motivation for them sadly.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Feelings and description. I could write about them all day long which is probably why some of my works reach past 10k.

15.  What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue maybe. I find it difficult to throw in, especially during a smut scene. Don't exactly know what you're supposed to say in that situation so I improvise to the best of my ability.

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

I think it's great if you want to include it! But make sure to triple check and see if what you want to say is actually what you're saying and that it makes sense. Translators are okay (not always accurate), but if you know someone who speaks the language and can help then definitely ask them.

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Marvel and I'm still here.

18. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Without a doubt Black Velvet. I've put so much into that series that it's my baby. The fact that people choose to read it still shocks me to this day. I also have tons of love for Siempre. It's a fic that's extremely near and dear to my heart, because I didn't originally write it to be posted, I just wrote it for myself.