#one of them is quite smutty and i enjoyed that :D

[flurrys-creativity]

planted desires

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: hinted magic AU, established relationship, gardener mingi au, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: somewhat sentient plants, man-eating plants (in theory), language, SMUT -> being tied up, masturbating, penetrative sex, a plant pleasing you, nipple play, breast play, rough sex, clit play, anal (f receiving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, squirting, prospect of more sex...; Wordcount: 1.867

Summary: Ignoring all of Mingi's warnings, you entered his greenhouse with all kinds of magical plants. Though instead of finding Mingi, a special plant found you.

A/N: This is yet another deal I made with @sanjoongie :D So it's definitely smutty and be prepared for her reversed situation one day! Also instead of working on some other projects I decided to push this out to celebrate my dear @mingsolo's birthday today!! So happy birthday my love, I hope you enjoy this one :hehehe:

“Mingi?” You hesitantly called out for your boyfriend, slightly opening the door to the greenhouse and peaking inside. 

To your dismay you didn’t receive an answer though. You sighed deeply, your shoulders dropping with disappointment. 

It was your anniversary today and you had hoped to spend the whole day with your boyfriend but instead he had vanished into his greenhouse in the early morning hours and you haven’t heard from him since.

As the sun set slowly at the horizon you had decided to take matters in your own hand. You had dressed up in the black lingerie you had bought especially for today and walked over to the greenhouse.

You called out again, closing your eyes and hoping to hear Mingi from somewhere inside the jungle-like atmosphere.

Once again you heard nothing. You sighed deeply, closing the door to the greenhouse again. 

Mingi told you to never enter it due to his various and dangerous plants he had in there. So far you have listened to him.

Today, though, you were fessed up with that rule. You pushed the door open again, stepping inside. Your certain steps faltered the second the door closed behind you and you started second guessing yourself. You shook your head, new determination flooding your system as you followed the narrow path deeper into the greenery.

Your eyes flickered around the area. Various shades of green surrounded you, almost engulfing you. If it weren’t for the small path you stood on, you would have probably lost your orientation and would never find the entrance again. 

Though with the path you felt quite confident, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you remembered Mingi’s warning. You looked around again, questioning what exactly could be that dangerous around here.

Sure, Mingi had lots of unique plants with all kinds of magical abilities but you thought as long as you didn’t touch them you should be fine.

“Mingi?” You called out again, turning around your own axis in hopes to see him somewhere. A deep sigh built up in your chest, disappointment of not finding him anywhere spreading through your body. You crouched down and wrapped your arms around your legs, resting your forehead on your knees.

In that position and with your soft whining you didn’t notice the rustling in the nearby greens. Neither did you notice the thick vines slithering towards you until it was too late.

You yelped when the biggest vine wrapped itself around your middle and pulled you up into the air. Another scream ripped through your throat when more smaller vines appeared around you, circling around your thrashing limbs and stopping you in your movements. 

The vines had you positioned like a starfish in the air with all your limbs stretched away from your body. They left you completely immobile and helpless.

You called out for Mingi again, fear gripping your insides as the vines continued to circle around your limbs and torso. Though your screams for help turned into surprised gasps once the vines reached your upper thighs, rubbing over your clothed core.

While you couldn’t say what kind of plant had you in their clutches but your fear got diluted with something else. You swallowed dryly, looking down at your body and seeing the round tip of the vine rubbing over your lingerie. 

“Oh gods”, you exhaled shakily as the vine put pressure on your covered clit. 

Even more vines appeared from the thicket, prodding and tucking at your lingerie and body. Soft mewls tumbled from your lips as the vines found their way underneath your clothing. The rough texture of the plant quickly built up the pleasure inside of you.

You closed your eyes, head tilting backwards, as a moan ripped through your throat. Two small vines encircled your hardened nipples, clamping down on the buds in an addictive rhythm. 

The clearing of a throat made you open your eyes again. You blinked several times until your vision focused on the figure standing in front of you. “Mingi”, you mewled, the fear finally subsiding completely with him being there.

You bit on your lower lip while your eyes raked over his form. He wiped his dirty hands on his cargo pants, pulling out a cloth from one of the many pockets to clean his hands even better. Your gaze wandered from his long, slender fingers over his upper body. The tight black tank top highlighted everything: his thin waist, his toned chest and abs. All of it made you yearn for him even more now.

Mingi had tinted glasses for protection on, so you couldn’t see where he was looking, but from his raging hard on in his pants you had an inkling.

“I told you not to come in here”, he told you, his voice even deeper than usual from his own desire.

You mewled again, helplessly wriggling in your confines. “I wanted to see you.” You moaned out his name when one of the vines pressed against your core.

“Yet you’re quite occupied with my morsa labrusca.” Mingi pushed the cloth back into his pocket, grabbing his belt instead and opening it slowly.

Your eyes immediately zeroed in on that motion, your mouth salivating at the thought of seeing his hard dick. 

A smirk played over his lips. He opened his pants painfully slowly, pushing his boxers down and freeing his hard on. With his large hand he grabbed his cock at the base, pumping it a few times until precum glistened at the top of it.

Meanwhile the vines pushed your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing cunt to Mingi’s view. The tip prodded at your entrance for a moment longer before it pushed inside. You cried out at the intrusion, quivering from the pleasure that coursed through your body. 

Mingi mimicked the pace of the vine pushing into you to jerk himself off, looking extremely confident and cocky the way he stood there and simply watched you getting fucked in the air. He adjusted his grip around his shaft every time your walls clamped around the vine. “Fuck baby, you look so incredible.” 

You moaned loudly. Once again you tried moving, wishing for Mingi to touch you or take you. Seeing Mingi please himself, drove you crazy. “Please”, you begged with a whimper, “please, touch me.”

He chuckled darkly and slowly stepped closer, raising his free hand to your lower body. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin, skimming along the edges of your lingerie. “So fucking beautiful”, he rasped out. Mingi placed his thumb on your clit, circling it and pressing down until you screamed out his name and came for the first time.

Though Mingi wasn’t done with you by far. He walked around you until his front and cock were pressed against your behind. He rubbed it between your ass cheeks, groaning from the pleasure. His hand wandered back to your front, playing with your clit for a moment before he moved it upwards and ripped one of the vines away from your breasts. Just so he was able to grope your tit with his large hand.

Your head tilted backwards and dropped on his shoulder as you marvelled in his ministrations. 

“Already stuffed but still not enough, huh? Baby hungry for my cock?” Mingi growled into your ear, his nose brushing along the shell of it. 

“Yes, yes!” You cried out, desperately wanting to move your hands to the back of your head so you could run your fingers through his locks. “Only your dick.”

Mingi grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart, pressing the tip of his cock against your back entrance. “Only my cock can make you feel full? That’s right baby, only I can please you and fulfil all your desires.”

You gasped out once he entered you, pushing past the rim and bottoming out. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” Mingi wrapped one arm around your lower body, keeping you in place as he fucked into you from behind. He used a different rhythm as the vine in the front, pushing you to your high a lot quicker like this.

“Do you know anything about the morsa labrusca?” He suddenly questioned you, your head already spinning from the pleasure alone. You shook your head, humming a weak no. Mingi chuckled darkly at that. “It’s also called the eating vine. They prey on unsuspecting beings, ensnaring them in their vines. After a while the vines will search for your windpipe, pushing inside until you suffocate.”

His hand moved from your tit up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and pressing down ever so slightly.

“You’re lucky those plants aren’t very quick-witted, trying every hole until they succeed.” Another chuckle left his lips, becoming even rougher with his thrusts. “Gotta be quick before she realises her mistake.”

Right as he finished his explanation, biting into your earlobe, another orgasm washed through your system and left you momentarily blinded. “Mingi”, you cried out, your whole body spasming in the air. 

“Now, have you learned your lesson, baby?”

You whimpered and shook your head, unable to really comprehend anything around you despite how full you felt.

“No?” Mingi scoffed, moving his hand from your hip to your clit again. Without hesitation he immediately started rubbing it in a pace that left you crying out. “I told you to never come into the greenhouse”, he growled, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, “you know what could have happened, if I hadn’t been here.”

Curses fell from your lips as another orgasm built up in your lower body. The knot tightened almost painfully. Your mouth opened again but your voice got stuck in your throat as Mingi pressed his fingers against the side of your neck. 

A sudden warmth enveloped you and through your blurry vision it seemed like flames licked around your body. You whined when the pressure of the plant around your body vanished and you dropped down against Mingi’s chest.

He quickly replaced the vine in your cunt with three of his fingers, continuing to fuck into you. With one last thrust from his hips, you came undone, squirting all over his hand and on the ground.

Mingi grunted lowly, shooting his load into your ass and helping you ride through your last orgasm. 

You slumped against his body, unable to stand on your own. You barely registered how he tugged himself away again and lifted you up princess style, carrying you out of the greenhouse. Your head rested against his collarbone and you nuzzled into his skin.

“You did great, baby”, Mingi whispered as he carried you back into the house. “Sorry to keep you waiting as well.”

“‘S alright”, you mumbled, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Mingi chuckled softly. “That you did, baby, that you did. You look absolutely stunning too. Can’t wait until you recovered so I can eat you out and take you in absolutely every position you can imagine.”

Your eyes shot open and you pressed your thighs together, feeling your insides already throbbing with lust again. “Fuck me”, you whispered under your breath, knowing full well you couldn’t get enough of him as well.

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland @songsoomin

[ipseitydelrey]

if u ever get the motivation u should write an elle greenaway nsfw alphabet 👀👀👀

omg yesss, what better character to start out with than elle 🫶

nsfw alphabet ☆ elle greenaway

ship elle greenaway x afab!reader

warnings smutty smut smut, oral (giving and receiving), sex toys (dildos, strap-ons, vibrators), biting, mommy kink, masturbation, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, edging, quickies

a/n fun fact: in my textbook for my ethics in psych course, there are these small fictional case studies that you have to read and i kid you not, one of the names for an unethical therapist was "dr. romeo quickie." anyways, enjoy~

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

sometimes when she's feeling a little energetic after sex, she cleans you up with a warm washcloth. but most of the time, you just fall asleep in each other's arms while she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

B = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and of yours)

she loves her mouth. she quickly noticed that whenever she talks, your eyes tend to fall to her lips and usually she would just say "my eyes are up here, babe." she also loves how her mouth anywhere on your skin just makes you want to do anything for her.

as for you, elle loves your thighs. whenever you two are sitting beside each other, maybe at a restaurant or on the couch watching tv, she tends to gently squeeze your thigh and rub her thumb on your skin. when she goes down on you, she loves to kiss and bite the inside of your thighs.

C = cum (anything to do with cum)

she wants to make you cum before she does so herself. her favourite place to cum on is your face, especially when she sits on it and has you eat her out.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

she knows how to lap dance...and she's damn good at it.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

oh no doubt about it. with both men and women too! in fact, even if you're also quite experienced, she definitely has a thing or two about sex to teach you.

F = favourite position (this goes without saying)

she loves sitting on your face. although of course, she also likes to seat you on her thigh and have you pleasure yourself by grinding against her.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

she's definitely more serious; her focus is all on you and how to make you feel good. rarely she would make jokes, but during aftercare, she's definitely cracking small sarcastic jokes.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

she does shave, but she has a small patch of hair that she keeps well-trimmed.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

no rose petals, candles, etcetera, but she is tender and loving, even when she's rough. she's huge on consent, so she always makes sure you're okay with something and praises you when you say yes/no.

J= jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when she's away from you (or vice versa), she touches herself once or twice before she (or you) comes back. although sometimes she would send you videos of her masturbating. of course, if you send her nudes, she can't help it.

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

she's more of a top, but would be willing to bottom. she also loves marking you with hickies, bites, and more. she likes putting them in places only she can see and kissing them, sometimes even biting the marks to make you writhe.

L = location (favourite places to have sex)

cars. she loves how cramped they can be because it makes you two closer together. it can also get quite heated (literally) and sweaty, and she loves how you can potentially be caught.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

whenever you wear her clothes, especially dresses, she's turned on. she loves seeing you in her clothes (and she loves it even more when she takes them off of you). oh, and when you stand up to a bigot? she praises you for your confidence and absolutely rewards you for how strong you are.

N = nope (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

elle would never hit or hurt you at all. she also would never do edgeplay (i.e. guns and knives). as someone who regularly deals with unsubs, she doesn't want to put you in any danger that could remind her of anything she herself has been through.

O = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

let's be real: elle greenaway is a pussy eating god. she eats you out like a woman starved, and damn it feels so good. and yes, while she does love receiving, she loves giving you as much pleasure as possible.

P= pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

she loves being rough and fast because it makes you loud, but when she slows down, you can bet that it's to edge and make you beg for more.

Q = quickies (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

although she doesn't particularly favour it, quickies are quite common on account of how much she's away with the b.a.u.. she does make the most out of it though, because she does like going fast, but she still prefers to take her time and make you cum again and again.

R = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

knowing elle, she's all about risks. sometimes on days where you're visiting the b.a.u., she likes to tease you by small innuendoes and putting her pen near her mouth. when it's apparent you're hot and bothered, she takes you to the bathroom and eats your pussy out while you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

S = sexts (yes? no? pictures?)

oh tons and tons of naughty texts are exchanged (phone calls too, which can sometimes escalate to phone sex). pics are definitely sent. when you started sending each other provocative pics, it began with tasteful pictures (clothed or if not clothed, covered with hands; cleavage, thighs, ass, etc.), but over time they escalated to full on nudes.

T= toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

strap-ons are elle's go to for pleasuring you (aside from using her tongue). she has a couple different kinds of dildos that she loves to use on you. she also uses vibrators, both on herself and you.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

elle loves to tease and edge you. it's so attractive to her when you beg her to let you cum or touch you. of course, she doesn't want to make it torturous for you, so she has you grind against her mouth/hands/strap-on until you're close...at which point she gives you what you want and makes you orgasm.

V= volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

she moans more than she whimpers. and while she isn't particularly loud, she makes it apparent that she's having a good time by having the sweetest wanton moans.

W = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

as someone who loves control, elle would love it if you decide to be the one in control for a night. she wants you to feel powerful and dominating in the bedroom (she mostly just wants you to ride her face).

X= x-ray (what's going on behind those panties)

again, small patch of hair she keeps neat and trimmed. other than that, her pussy is pretty and you love eating her out.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

with you, sort of medium to slightly high, but when she's away, high as can be. she misses you dearly when she's without you, so when she comes back, be prepared to not walk tomorrow. regularly she can go two to four rounds and she can definitely last a good while.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

she always makes sure you're comfortable and asleep before going to sleep herself. she cares for your wellbeing and wants you to know how much she appreciates and cares for you so after you have sex, you tend to fall asleep to the sound of her softly whispering "good girl, you're so amazing, you did wonderful..."

[ihave-atummyache]

a couple of friends

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: there is a thin line between being just friends and being something more. what blurs this line?

18+ !! gets a lil smutty in one of them but nothing too detailed.

-OT8

4.5k words

sorry for how angsty lee know’s is D:

Bang Chan: holding hands.

“Ugh. I’m getting hot,” You complain, your skin was getting sweaty, causing sand to stick to you. You hear Chan beside you chuckle before getting up and standing in front of you.

“That’s why there’s a whole ocean to cool off in!” He smiles at you and you look behind him. The water really did look quite appealing in this moment.

And so did he. He was stood in front of you in just some swim trunks and sunglasses. He looks stunning against the back drop of the beach and you bite your lip at the sight.

He reaches his hands out to you and you hesitantly accept them as he pulls you to your feet.

"Channie..." you complain but he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, releasing one of your hands but slotting his fingers between yours in the other.

"Aht aht! I don't want to hear the complaints. You just said you were hot so now we have to go in the water!" He tries to reason and you shake your head with a smile.

"This isn't really an 'in the water' bathing suit though," you try to reason, motioning to your skimpy bathing suit. You try to drop back down onto the towel and he tightens his grip on your hand, preventing you from sitting.

"Come on," he starts pulling you towards the water and you laugh behind him as he speeds up.

"Okay! But if I lose a nipple, it's your fault!!" you say from behind him and he chuckles, turning his head towards you.

"I don't think it would be the end of the world for me," he winks and you feel the warm water on your feet a few seconds later.

"Are those two finally together or what?" Seungmin questions as he plops down on your towel next to Felix. Felix shakes his head, catching the attention of Changbin.

"Really?! I'm not sitting here holding hands with my homies," Changbin speaks up and Felix turns his attention to him.

"You literally hold hands with Minho hyung at every chance you get," he says which causes Seungmin to laugh.

"Well that's different. I'm not hoplessly in love with Minho like Chan is with y/n," the three laugh at you and their leader's relationship.

The two of you couldn't care less, well at least you couldn’t. You were perfectly content with this weird flirty energy between the two of you for now, although Chan couldn't completely agree with you.

He wants you to be his, but he doesn't want to rush anything so when he feels an overwhelming urge to kiss you or tell you he loves you, he instead interlaces your fingers to keep himself sane.

Lee Know: hooking up

You always get into your thoughts when you and Minho have sex. It isn't the first time and surely won't be the last but you always find yourself wanting to stop in the middle. Not because you aren't enjoying yourself (because you both know you are) but because reality sets in and it all feels too real.

You want to say you regret making this stupid arrangement with someone you were so close to, but that would be a lie. You were both so sexually frustrated and you proposed the idea of being fuck buddies, half as a joke, but Minho practically jumped at the opportunity.

You have known each other for a while and he felt completely comfortable around you. It was a much better arrangement than hooking up with a stranger and potentially having them ruin his career or life in anyway.

This time, you are in missionary, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps in and out of you. Your eyes roll back into your head as his pelvis makes contact with your clit, sending you into even more intense pleasure than previously.

"Look at me, darling," the nickname flows off of his lips and your eyes snap open at the command, immediately meeting his. The nickname makes your stomach fill with butterflies and you want to cry on the spot.

His eyes leave yours for a second, glancing at your lips then back up to your eyes. A rule that you and your best friend had come up with when this agreement began was absolutely no kissing. It would make things too intimate between the two of you.

Which is extremely ironic seeing as you rip each other's clothes off at every second you get. Can it get more intimate then that?

"Stop." you breathe out and he doesn't hesitate to stop at all, his face immediately turns to one of confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What's wrong?" he questions and studies your eyes as they fill with tears.

"Baby, are you crying?" You shake your head but your body betrays you as the tears stream down your face. The nickname does not help to ease the internal conflict. You had never cried in front of Minho so he is frozen, unsure of exactly what to do.

"Don't, Minho. Please just...don't," the hot tears stream down your face and you push him off of you, suddenly feeling much too exposed and too vulnerable in your naked state. You quickly grab a t-shirt off the ground that happened to be his and pull it over your head to cover yourself.

You go to stand but suddenly Minho's arms are around you, pulling your back flush to his chest and that's all it takes the the sobs to start racking through your body.

You are so hopelessly in love with your best friend and want nothing more than to hold him, cherish him, love him, and as far as you know, he only wants your body.

Changbin: going on dates

Your text tone rings through the room and you glance over to see a text from Changbin.

'wyd tonight?' it reads and you sit down your book, using both of your hands to type back.

'nothing. just chilling. whats up?' you reply and he quickly types a reply, your text chime going off before you can even pick your book back up.

'now you have plans! dress nice and lets go to that new italian restaurant that just opened' you smile at the text. He never actually asks you to go any where with him. He kind of just tells you what you are going to be doing later and you roll with it.

'pick me up at 7?' you reply, giving yourself an hour and a half to get ready. he likes the message and sends back a quick ‘making the reservation now’ so you head to your room to change and clean yourself up a bit to go on your date to hang out with Changbin.

You settle on a an emerald green, off the shoulder dress. It reflects in the light and is slightly glittery. Changbin also has made comments in the past about how he loves your shoulders so you figure you would give him a little show.

You slip on a thin gold necklace with a small heart pendant and a few gold bracelets, keeping the outfit relatively simple. You slick your hair away from your face and throw on a simple makeup, really just brightening up your features to make it look like you put some effort in.

You look at yourself in the mirror and smooth down your dress a few times before you hear a knock at your door. You glance over at your clock, he is 30 minutes early, very like him.

"Come in!" You call from the doorway of your room before heading back in to put finishing touches on. You hear the code being beeped into your door and soon you hear Changbin kicking his shoes off by the door.

You glance in the mirror one more time before walking out to the living room, where you assume he would be. However, he isn't. Instead, you hear commotion in the kitchen and enter, seeing the back of your friend's head.

"Hi, Binnie," he jumps slightly at your voice and turns to you, "Hi, you look gorgeous," his eyes rake your body and try to do the same but his hands catch your eyes.

He is holding a vase with a bouquet of a combination of your favorite flowers. He had found the vase in your cabinet and put the flowers in while you finished getting ready. He sets the vase down on your island and walks towards you.

He had on all black, a dress shirt and suit jacket with matching slacks. He looks clean and so very handsome.

"How did I get such a pretty best friend?" he questions and reaches out, pinching your cheek. Your heart strains and you feel like you could be sick.

'Best friend'. You almost forgot that you were the one hopelessly in love with your best friend. But if he wasn't in love with you, why would he insist on bringing you on all these dates and not one of his other friends? You can’t help but hold onto the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same.

Hyunjin: give each other cute nicknames

You were sitting with your back to the entrance waiting on a few of your friends to arrive at the coffee shop you and your best friend were at. It was a large group of friends but the only friend on your mind was Hyunjin. You love your other friends, don’t get me wrong, but Hyunjin just sent your head spinning every time you had a conversation or laid eyes on him.

He was everything you could ever want. He is kind, caring, emotionally competent, and he is so gentle with you. Not to mention he is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid eyes on.

"No! I disagree," your best friend sitting across from you speaks up, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had drifted off into your own thoughts about Hyunjin again and forgotten what the conversation was about.

You blink at your best friend a few times and she rolls her eyes, "Daydreaming about Hwang Hyunjin again?" she smirks and you roll your eyes in response.

"Never," you insist

"Always," she counters and before you can say anything else, the bell to the shop's entrance rings. You turn around and your group of friends is walking in, all boys and, of course, Hyunjin.

"Hi, beautiful," Hyunjin slides into the booth next to you before anyone else can and quickly makes his arm comfortable along the top of the booth behind you. His warmth surrounds you and your breath hitches in your throat.

You don’t resist the urge to lean into him a bit and pat his thigh gently a few times under the table.

"Hello, my prince," you tease back, letting out a new nickname that you hadn't used yet. You let out a laugh at his shocked expression. He turns back to the group, his side profile exposed to you and you see the small smirk forming.

"My prince..." he breathes out, quietly and you nudge him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

“You can’t say things like that to me, princess,” he mirrors your nickname, leaning in to whisper in your ear and you smile.

“You like being a prince?” you inquire quietly turning to face him again

“No. I like being yours,” he says, seriously while holding eye contact with you. You blink a few times then turn to your best friend across from you when she clears her throat.

"Nice of you two to stop flirting and join the conversation," your best friend comments and you kick her under the table gently.

"We weren't flirting," You and Hyunjin reply at the same time.

His friend on the other side of him leans forward and looks at the two of you as he speaks, "Yeah because I call all my friends by cute nicknames every time I talk to them," he says and shakes his head, falling back into his seat.

Your neck and face heat up and you shake your head, chuckling, "Anyways!"

Han: giving expensive gifts

"I can't wait to see you again. Can't you just buy a plane ticket right now?" Han whines over the phone and you let out a laugh.

"I wish I could, Hannie. I miss you too," you reply and smile at the small pout on his face. He never knew if his constant flirting was getting to you or not so he hasn't confessed...but then again neither have you. Because his flirting has surely been getting to you and has since you met him.

"Why can't you?" he questions and you shake your head, he knows why you can't.

"I have work and other responsibilities here," you reply and rest your chin in the palm of your hand while looking at Jisung.

"Just quit your job. I'll pay for everything," he tries, big eyes round and sparkly.

"You already pay for everything! You get me anything I want. Even when I tell you not to!" You cry out and he shrugs, his face lighting up.

"Actually, now that you mention it, I did get you a gift while we were in Paris," he says, a bright smile on his face.

"Han Jisung!" You protest but he stands and walks out of the camera frame. You shake your head and look at yourself in the camera, making sure you still look good before he comes back.

Your eyes catch sight of the necklace you already have on, a gift from Jisung. It was a thin gold Van Cleef necklace he had gotten you for your birthday. It has a small clover on it with your favorite stone. You hadn't even heard of the brand until you saw the box and later looked it up.

"I'll give you a little hint, but I won't tell you what it is, okay?" His voice speaks from off camera and you roll your eyes.

"I'm waiting for an answer," he sing songs from off the screen and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Fine. You need to stop buying me so many gifts!" You object and start hearing him dig through his luggage and bags.

"But I always imagine how pretty you would look in everything I get you," he counters and you blush, fighting the smile off your face.

"You don't think I'm pretty without your expensive gifts?" You tease, trying to fish a compliment out of Jisung.

"You're pretty no matter what. You could be wearing a trash bag and still probably be the only girl that catches my eye," he confesses and chuckles before sitting down.

You try to keep the expression off your face to seem unfazed by the comment but honestly, your heart was about to jump out of your mouth.

"Okay here's your hint," he holds up a red box and across the front in cursive is the word 'Cartier'. Your jaw drops again at the hint and grab your chest.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung!" you pause and blink at his smiling face a few times, "What am I going to do with you," you put your head into your hands and try to stop the room spinning.

A few weeks later, you can bet that you have a post on your social media, the beautiful and iconic Cartier bracelet adorning your wrist.

The last picture you post is just of your wrist and hand holding a cup of coffee, giving a clear view of the beautiful piece of jewelry.

felix: cuddle

"Nooooo. I'm not happy yet," you insist and wrap your legs around Felix's waist, preventing him from leaving your koala grip.

He uses his arms to try to push himself off of you but you just wrap tighter, you were either coming with him or he would have to cuddle with you until you were satisfied.

"Oh yeah? But you stopped crying ten minutes ago," he clocks your deceit and you roll your eyes at the comment. He was kind of right, you definitely did feel much better than you did when he walked in on you crying earlier.

"Just because I'm not crying, doesn't mean I feel better," you try to reason and he sighs, falling back against you. He pushes his hands under the small of your back to hold you closer to him, even though you were laying completely on his arms, he couldn't imagine a more comfortable position to be in.

In all honesty, he only wanted to get away from you because the smell of you and intimacy that you craved, only from him, made his mind and heart race.

And maybe all the blood in his body wash rushing to where he wanted you most. He sighs as you bring a hand up to play in his hair.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" He inquires, his arms wrapping impossibly tighter around you and you nod.

"It's just my boss being an asshole. I feel like she is just always out to get me and I have never done anything to her or anyone else at work for that matter!" you speak out, frustration bubbling over, but you take a deep breath before continuing.

"It feels like she singles me out every single day and compliments everyone else but nitpicks every single thing I do. You know what I mean?" you ask, pausing your hand in his hair for him to give you some indication that he is listening. He nods and mumbles out a quick 'mhm' to let you know he is listening.

"It's so frustrating because even on group projects, she somehow only has issues with the parts that I do or initiate or present! At this point it feels like she's trying to force me to quit so that she doesn't have to fire me before she leaves. She's doing all this bitching and moaning and is literally retiring in a month!" you complain again and you feel Felix's thumbs trying to relax you by rubbing the small of your back. This did in fact help to ease the forming tension.

"Maybe she wants you in her position. Have you thought about that?" he asks quietly and your hand stops in his hair again as you ponder the question.

His sits up and rolls off you, laying to the side of you and propping his head up in one hand as he studies your face. He sees your furrowed brows and your teeth gently chewing on your lip as you think about what he just said. He throws an arm over your torso to try to get your attention away from your own head.

"What if she is being hard on you because she is trying to prepare you to take her spot once she leaves," he proposes and you smile, turning your head to face him.

"Felix! You are an angel! How is it that you always know exactly the right words to say?" you throw an arm around his neck and pull him into an awkward hug.

"Thank you. You're the best friend I have ever had," you speak lowly into his ear and he bites down on his lip, trying to numb the pain in his chest at your words.

"Y-yeah what are best friends for," he chuckles, trying to sound unbothered, but every time you called him your friends he can’t help feeling like he gets another stab in the heart.

Seungmin: sharing everything

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" You come bouncing into the practice room and he turns his head immediately at the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin is sitting at the front of the room on his phone and looks up at you as well, "Hi, y/n," he smiles and you wave politely in return.

"Hi, Jinnie," you reply and rush over to Seungmin who is standing by the computer.

"Try this! I think this is the best take out I have ever had," you say with a huge excited smile on his face and he can't help but mirror your excitement because of how cute you are.

You get some food on the fork, making sure to get every bit that he needs to taste at the same time before bringing it up to his mouth. He opens his mouth and lets you feed him.

"Mmm!" he exclaims, bringing a hand up to his mouth as he chews, his eyes growing wide. He grabs a napkin that you had in your hand and wipes his face, handing it back to you.

"So good right!" you grab the napkin and go to join Hyunjin in the front of the room. You plop down next to him and eat some more of the takeout, using the same napkin Seungmin had used to wipe your own face.

"You two are so cute," Hyunjin comments and you both look over at him in confusion.

Seungmin is confused because he knows Hyunjin knows how he feels about you. He had confessed to his friend on many occasions that he was absolutely infatuated with everything about you.

You are confused because you thought you were hiding your gigantic crush on Seungmin much better than you apparently were.

"Sharing stuff all the time. It's cute. You even have his hoodie on right now and he's using your pink water bottle that you left at the house," he comments and motions over to Seungmin as he takes a sip of water.

He was in fact using your favorite refillable water bottle and you were in fact wearing his hoodie. You smile and try to convince the blush rising to your face to go away.

"We're just being nice to each other, Hyunjin," Seungmin says and glances over at you to gauge your reaction. "Sharing is caring," he finishes.

You meet his gaze for a moment before turning to Hyunjin and shrugging.

"I like to share with him. It feels right because of how...close we are," you choose your words carefully and Seungmin turns around to start the music again, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto his face.

"Can I actually have a sip of that water," you say across the room and Seungmin chuckles, rolling the bottle to you. You take a sip while he watches at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. He shakes his head and presses play on the music.

I.N: feed each other

You are the acts of service type, at least when it comes to Jeongin. He is one of those people that you always feel like you need to take care of. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but as soon as he drops something or stumbles or complains about being hungry, you can't help but help him.

He is easy to baby for some reason and he doesn’t seem to mind when you do baby him. At least not as viscerally as he does when his bandmates do it.

"Innie, are you hungry?" You ask from your spot on the couch. He hums in response with a nod of his head, never taking his eyes off the game on the screen. You two have been playing a new game and you quickly got bored but he is still invested.

"Okay. I'm going to make some food," you reply and stand, making your way to the kitchen. You make a quick snack, something to hold you both over until dinner and return to sit with him.

You had settled on chocolate covered strawberries and whip cream. This was a favorite snack between the two of you to satisfy both of your sweet tooths.

"I got your favorite," you announce walking back in to the room and Jeongin glances over at your hands quickly to see what you brought.

"Ooo, good choice," he nods and turns back to the tv screen when he heard shots ringing into the air.

"Open wide," you let out as you dip a strawberry into some whip cream. He follows your order and you pop the strawberry into his mouth. Some whip cream gets on the side of his mouth and you waste no time, swiping it away with your thumb and licking the whip cream away from your finger.

He side eyes into your direction as you gently suck on his thumb and you can see his Adam's apple bop up and down. You take turns eating a strawberry then giving one to Jeongin for a little while before you get full.

"Ugh. I can't eat anymore or I won't be able to eat at that restaurant later," you confess and dip the last strawberry in chocolate, "Open," he obeys immediately and this time some of the chocolate gets on his bottom lip.

You reach your pointer finger out and push the drop of chocolate into his mouth, your finger gently meeting his tongue. He sucks the chocolate off and grabs your wrist, turning to face you.

"You're in dangerous territory, princess," he leans closer, his eyes darting to your lips then back to your eyes. He clears his throat and turns back to the game but you are stuck frozen in place because never have you ever had butterflies for your best friend until this very moment.

Or have you?

[connorsbunnyx]

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♡ ~ dom!micheal afton x sub!gn!afab!reader ~ ♡

♪ smut request: micheal surprises reader on their birthday!

♪ a/n: i absolutely love this request anon! i hope you enjoy this smutty fic <3. i hope i did a good job with your vague request :]. it does have a wholesome fluff around the end that is very romantic <3. this fic is based in modern times :D! also, very sorry if my writing's bad or seems rushed, it wasn't, that's just how my writing looks to me (the end was rushed though). i'm also sorry that there's so many warnings, i just don't want to trigger anyone😭.

♪ songs that vibe with the fic: "Clair de Lune, L. 32" by Claude Debussy or "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by Kitty Kallen for the romantic part (Kitty Kallen is for the 40s-60s type love <3). "The Hills" by The Weeknd or "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails for the smut part (such good music that match the vibes😩💙).

♪ warnings (non sexual): mdni, 18+, modern!au, reader's and Micheal's age is mentioned, reader's height isn't mentioned but they are shorter than Micheal, honestly this doesn't have a major plot LMFAO, vulgar language (obviously), established relationship, reader uses they/them pronouns but has an afab body, reader wears feminine clothing and uses binder, one mention of bullying, beginning explains backstory, a few mentions of the reader being pretty/beautiful, Micheal calls reader petnames (baby, darling, love, etc), no use of y/n or anything like that, angst at the end, probably not proofread fully - there might be spelling/grammar mistakes :(

♪ warnings (sexual): piv, switches between soft!dom!Micheal and hard!dom!Micheal, creampie, no condom but reader is on birth control (please use protection irl, it's hard to have a baby), dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, bondage, oral sex (reader receiving), praise kink, degrading kink (only used for "good [insert pronouns]" praises), possessive!micheal, marking kink(??), a little edging, choking, slight breeding kink if ya squint, aftercare <3.

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You and Micheal have been together for awhile now, almost three years, since you two met in college. You and Micheal started out as friends, instantly having a connection. The connection was mostly because he was sweet and charming to you, his actions towards you were much different than other students at the college. You were bullied quite a bit, not as bad as your highschool bullies though, but Micheal helped you gain confidence and stand up for yourself. You both caught feelings fast, afraid to tell each other, until one fateful night. You kissed Micheal, telling him your feelings, to find out that the feelings were mutual. Soon after, you two started dating.

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Today was your 21st birthday, meaning that you were finally ready to drink alcohol. Micheal was only a year older than you, he sometimes had beer when he came over to your apartment. Those days he would let you take a sip then softly laugh at how your face would scrunch up in disgust from the taste and the burn in your throat from the beer.

The date you were on started out as one of the best dates you and Michael had, it was beautiful tonight. The sky was filled with stars, the moon was clear in the sky, there were no clouds in sight, it was absolutely beautiful and utterly peaceful. The weather was amazing as you sat outside the restaurant, the one you and Micheal were at right now. The outside table you were at, was a perfect spot to see the distant mountains that were scattered around the small town of Hurricane, Utah. The cool air had a nice breeze, making the temperature much better than it was earlier that day.

You and Micheal had already ordered your food, two medium-rare steaks, mashed potatoes, and a small salad for you. The food smelled and looked amazing.

♪ a/n: i'm sorry if your vegan/vegetarian, you could pick your own choice of food <3! now, let the sinful actions commence :D!

Micheal had been hiding the tent in his pants he saw you in that little dress you wore for the date, that was an hour ago. He couldn't help it, the dress hugged your body perfectly. The dressed hugged you so well, the hem of the dress reaching the top of your thighs, it was a short black turtleneck dress with short-sleeves. He could see the subtle outline of your binder through the dress, your tits practically gone. Micheal wanted to fucking devour you while at the restaurant and on the way to the restaurant.

He observed you as you ate your food, making sure to eat his own food occasionally to make sure he wasn't caught staring. Honestly, you were oblivious about his hunger for you, you were too focused on how pretty everything was around you, plus, you were also focused on how amazing the food was.

When you finished your food, you wiped your mouth before looking at Micheal with a smile. He smiled back, grabbing your hand and kisses your palm. You blush slightly from the affectionate kiss to your palm, making Micheal's pants feel tighter. He called over the waiter and paid for the meal, leading you out of the restaurant with graceful strides. Although his strides were graceful, he seemed to be in a rush to get you home..

You two went into his car, his hands immediately buckling you in with a kiss to your cheek before driving off after he buckled himself too.

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Almost as soon as you and Micheal entered your apartment, Micheal was already kissing your lips with a gentle but passionate pace. His hands were on your waist as he kissed you, his grip a bit tight as the hunger he felt for you slowly overwhelmed his body and actions.

"i have a surprise for you, my dear." He mumbled against the kiss, pulling away to breathe. You looked so pretty like this to him, face flushed pink, your eyes hazy with lust, your breathing heavy, and your lips puffy because of only him. He could feel pride and possessiveness course through his blood from the sight of the effect he had on you. He quickly grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, gently pushing you onto the bed.

Micheal slowly bent down over your figure, his lips immediately latching onto yours, this time his kiss filled with lust and hunger. One of his hands slowly slid up from your thigh, across your stomach, to one of your tits that was covered by the binder you were wearing. He could feel your hard nipples through the binder and dress, making him let out a soft chuckle before he pulled away from the kiss to stare into your eyes.

"do you want this, darlin'?" His voice was husky with lust as he asked permission, a small smirk on his face when you nodded. "speak up, dear." He commanded, the smirk on his face getting bigger as he watched your body shiver in anticipation.

"please, touch me." You whisped in a breathless voice, the tone in your voice soft as your panties got slick with arousal. Micheal groaned softly at your words, his pants now tighter as he thought about how he could touch you.

But, wouldn't it be more fun to tease you? To see you beg for only him? You'd look so fucking pretty writhing in pleasure underneath him, you'd know who you belonged to.

Micheal was a bit conflicted, after all.. it is your birthday. He finally decided his next move, the smirk on his face completely gone as he stared at your smaller form with pure hunger. He slowly leaned down and kissed your neck, his hand that was on your chest cupping your throat in a gentle choking manner. Micheal didn't add preasure to your neck, he just rested it there as he kissed up and down your neck, leaving small hickeys. His other hand, that wasn't on your neck, trailed down to the top your thigh.. just below the hem of your dress. The action made you let out a soft, desperate whine from his subtle teasing.

He chuckled softly at your reaction, a faux sympathetic expression on his handsome but sharp face before pulling away from your neck and looking at you face-to-face. His hot breath fanned your lips as your eyes stared into his, the air getting thicker with lust as you two stared at each other. He studied your features with "concern" in his eyes, his brows scrunched together.

"is something the matter, dear?" He asked in a soft whisper, his deep and husky voice laced with faux sympathy. He almost sound like he was mocking you, the sound of his voice making your body tempature rise with lust and anticipation. You were excited about what he might do to you, you would probably let him do anything he wanted to you and enjoy it. He took note of the small shiver your body did, his ego growing bigger along with the possessive feelings that he had in this moment. He leaned down by your ear, his hot breath now fanning the shell of your ear.

"baby, you need to tell what you want or i can't help you." His voice was low as he spoke, the slight British accent mixing in with a Southern accent that he developed from living in Utah with his family, the British accent from when he talked with his father. The mixed accent made you let out a soft gasp, along with how Micheal's hand finally cupped your lace white panties under your dress.

"please.. need you, Micheal-!" You cried out in desperation, feeling his thumb, from the hand that was cupping your panty-covered cunt, gently rub your clit through the panties. He tutted disapprovingly at how you called him by his name, making him pull back his hand for a brief moment. You hadnt heard his disapproving sound when he made it, you were too focused on how badly you needed him in that moment.

"Micheal, please —" You started begging, getting cut off as a cry escaped your lips from the gentle but firm smack, on your panty-covered pussy, that Micheal gave you.

"that's not my name, darlin', and you know it." Micheal said lowly, his voice deep and animalistic, the sound of his voice almost like a deep animalistic growl. You gasped softly, not answering him, as his thumb rubbed your clit again, this time in a rough manner. Micheal's hand on your throat tightened a little, a gentle but firm preasure now on your throat. The pressure wasn't too hard, just enough to make you feel a little lightheaded and your mind hazy.

But, you not answering Micheal didn't please him at all, his hand on your cunt now giving your cunt another slap, this time was much harder. You cried out again, choking out a sob from the pleasureful pain of your, now sticky panties, rubbing against your clit, along with the overstimulating feeling your clit was receiving between the slaps and stickiness of your panties.

"no — 'm sorry, daddy!" You cried out with a soft sob, hot tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall, from the feeling of your overstimulated clit and the sweet sting the forceful slaps left on your throbbing pussy. Micheal left out a soft hum of approval, his hand on your throat loosening and the hand on your cunt gently rubbing your clit through the thin, stick panties you still had on. He leaned up to your face as he continued his motions on your cunt, moving his hand to gently grip your chin as he pecked you lips. He pulled away and went back to your cunt, your panties to his eye-level now.

Micheal slid his hand down from your chin, down your tummy, before having both hands grip the edge of your panties from under the dress you were wearing. He looked up at you, his eyes silently asking you for permission. You gave him a soft nod, a soft, reassuring smile on his face before he lowered his body as he got on his knees on the floor. He slid his hands from under your dress, to your waist, and pulled you closer to the edge, his face now in front of your panty-covered cunt. His face was serious again, the hunger that he had for you evident. He gently out your legs on his shoulders, spreading you open so he could see your cunt clearly.

The action made your face flush pink in embarrassment and excitement, anticipation filled your mind as filthy thoughts raced around in your mind. You didn't even notice that Micheal had already pulled your panties off you and bunched your dress up to your waist, you were too focused on pushing away the thoughts that were racing in your mind. Your attention didn't go back to the present until your thoughts got cut off by Micheal giving your bare cunt a soft lick, making you cry out in surprise. Your legs shook a bit as pleasure filled your body, the familiar feeling of your tummy getting hot with anticipation, the familiar knot of pleasure forming in your tummy already. Micheal let out a soft hum from your reaction, your head falling back onto the bedsheets as the vibrations of his hum filled your body with pleasure.

Micheal slowly licked up and down your lips, teasing you. Soft whimpers escaped your lips from the almost overwhelming pleasure of Micheal's teasing, making you bite your lip to keep the noises that bubbled up in your throat slip out. Micheal noticed this and pulled back, making you lift up your head and look at him with a confused expression.

"let me hear those noises, dear. i want to hear you, 'kay? you don't want to be punished d'ya?" His voice was low and animalistic as he spoke, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of anger. You nodded quickly, causing a warning slap on your ass. You gasped from the feeling of the slap, the gasp immediately forming into a soft whimper from the comforting sting the slap left.

"yes daddy." You whispered, earning a soft hum from Micheal before he leaned down again and kissed along the top of your thighs, leaving hickeys and bite marks that were seen scattered around your thighs. As he finally reached your pussy again, he kissed your clit, making a soft whimper escaping your lips from the feeling. He chuckled softly before licking your cunt again, this time slowly picking up his pace as he kept licking.

Once Micheal had found a pace he liked, he licked and sucked your pussy like a man who hadn't ate a proper meal in days. The feeling made you moan his name repeatedly, the knot in your tummy getting tighter as he continued his pace. Micheal could feel your cunt tighten on nothing as he continued eating you out, soft hums occasionally leaving his now puffy lips. Your arousal had dripped onto your thighs, Micheal's face, and the bedsheets - the bedsheets now having a small puddle of your arousal on the edge, where you were laying down. Your hands flew down to Micheal and gripped his shaggy brown hair as he slipped his tongue in your tight hole, a soft cry leaving your lips as your back arched off the bed just a tad.

You could feel the knot in your tummy tighten, your cunt tightening around Micheal's tongue as he thrusted his tongue into your mercilessly. You moaned loudly as Micheal teased your hole with a finger, his tongue still thrusting into you in a rough pace.

Your orgasm was approaching quickly and Micheal knew it, so he decided to pull away completely to tease you, his head now just a few inches away from your cunt as he breathed heavily. The action made you let out a choked sob of desperation as you started to beg for him. "daddy —please, need to cum —" You whispered with a soft, begging whine in your voice, your hands desperately trying to pull him back to you by gently tugging his hair towards you with another whine, making him grip both of your wrists tightly, but not too tight, with one hand and pull them away from his hair. He slowly stood up, making sure not to hurt you in the process, and look at you with a stern look.

"no. only good sluts get to cum." Micheal whispered harshly, his voice husky with an animalistic tone, his voice practically a growl. He leaned down, his face to your eye-level. His hot, heavy breath fanned your lips as he looked at you with wide, lustful eyes. He let go of your hands before standing up with a stern expression on his face. Your orgasm quickly dissapeared, making you have a soft pout on your lips. "don't move your hands, keep them above your head." He commaned, his tone harsh but it had a hint of gentleness underneath the harsh tone. He walked over to one of the dressers in the bedroom, pulling open a drawer that you knew all too well.

Your ears practically perked up like a bunny's would from the familiar sound of metal making a — clink! — sound as the metal hit one another. You lifted your head just enough so you could see what Micheal was grabbing, making your eyes widened a bit as you saw what he had grabbed. Micheal had grabbed his favorite toy, the black leather cuffs that always made you wet no matter what. The small chain that kept them together and/or hook onto something drooping slightly as Micheal held in a lazy grip, his hand flexing slightly as held them. The sight of his hand made your face get a bit red, memories of how many times he had choked you and touched you with his hand.

You had zoned out from your thoughts, not noticing how Micheal was looking at you with a dark — hungry — look, that was until you heard Micheal's heavy footsteps again.

Your eyes quickly flicked back to him, your lips parting as you stared up at him with — slightly — wide, lustful eyes. He smirked darkly down at your smaller form, his usual blue hazel eyes now a dark blue with hints of green in them still. You slowly gulped, your body starting to slightly tremble as anticipation once again filled your mind and body. Micheal helped you sit up after he set the cuffs onto the bed, taking off your dress and binder. He gently rubbed the little red line that the binder left, gently kissing along the line of it that was in the front.

He picked up the leather cuffs and motioned for you to hold out your wrists, your body immediately following his directions as if it were on autopilot. He hummed in approval, strapping the leather handcuffs onto your wrists, tugging onto the chain that kept them together, testing the cuffs.

A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he saw that the cuffs were tight enough for you not to move very well, one of his hands gently gripping the chain and helping you move up to the headboard. He quickly grabbed a leather belt that was on the floor and tied it to the headboard of the bed, wrapping it around the chain of the leather cuffs and keeping your hands above your head. He tugged on the belt, testing the belt to see if it would loosen. He let out another soft hum as he saw that the leather belt was tight enough and kept your hands pinned above your head, your wrists not able to move. He gave you look of — does it hurt? — a smile gracing his lips when you shook your head.

Micheal slowly pulled you down, making sure to not hurt you as he made the position more comfortable for you. He leaned down and kissed your lips in a slow, gentle pace, his hands spread on the bedsheets on both sides of your form as he kissed you. You let out a soft whine as he kissed you, your arms jerking a bit as you tried to touch him. He let out a soft chuckle from your actions, knowing that you were a bit irritated with the handcuffs that wouldn't let you move. He pulled back from the kiss to breathe, enjoying the way that your body was trembling under him when he hadn't even done anything. You looked so fucking pretty to Micheal as you stared up at him with pleading eyes, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes as they threatened to fall. Micheal looked at the tears in your eyes, his eyes growing darker as the possessiveness he felt got stronger, everything in him telling him to make you cry so you knew that you only belonged to him.

Micheal stepped away from the bed, finally stripping out of his clothes. Once he had his everything else except his boxers off, he breifly palmed himself through his boxers before taking them off, his cock pink and the veins bulging. You stared at him with hunger, watching as he slowly stroked his hard cock with his spit, his eyes full of hunger as he stared at your body. He stopped stroking himself and walked back to your spread out body that was on the bed, sitting in between your spread legs with a small smirk. He maintained eye contact as he gently rubbed himself up and down your bare pussy, gathering your arousal.

Your pussy was absolutely drenched, the small puddle on the bedsheets now a bit bigger from how wet you were. Micheal lined himself up with your hole before looking at you with a slightly concerned expression, he was silently asking for permission. You nodded, giving him permission to slip inside you. He gave you a soft smile before looking back down at your pussy, bumping his cock into your clit in a teasing manner. The action made you gasp, the gasp turning into a silent scream, the silent scream now a whimper as he slowly pushed himself inside you with a groan.

You whimpered softly as Micheal slowly entered your warm, tight hole, his cock already filling you up even though he wasn't even fully inside you yet. Your head tilted back as a low moan escaped your lips from the feeling of his cock filling you up more, a soft whimper escaping your lips as your hands gripped the leather cuffs. Micheal slowly leaned forward, softly shushing you as an attempt to comfort you.

"you're 'kay dear, 'm almost there.." Micheal whispered as he leaned forward, kissing your cheek. He slammed fully into you with a groan, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss to swallow the loud cry that escaped your puffy lips. He kept himself all the way inside your hole, staying still so you could get used to his size. It still amazed Micheal how tight you were despite having sex with him almost everyday. Micheal looked down at your smaller form, watching how your tits were so exposed as your head tilted back a little, your lips parted as soft whimpers slip out. Micheal kept still, waiting for your permission to move.

The pain from Micheal's size subsided, the pain now pleasure. You moved your hips up as best as you could to test out the feeling of him, a low moan escaping your lips as you rested your head on a pillow to look up at Micheal. Micheal looked at you with the silent question for permission, getting a nod from you. Micheal slowly thrusted forward, a low groan escaping his lips from the feeling of how tight your cunt was. The action made you moan, the soft noise making Micheal twitch inside your cunt. He kept a slow pace for now, the knot in your tummy from earlier coming back.

Micheal looked at you with lustful eyes as he slowly thrusted into you, keeping the pace agonizingly slow so he could make you beg for him. It worked, soon enough you were a babbling mess of — "please, faster-! need you, daddy!" or "harder, daddy-! s- so good..!" — with small whimpers and whines escaping your lips, the desperation for him overwhelming your body, soul, and mind.

Micheal let out a low growl, an actual growl, finally setting the pace to a quicker one with his hips slamming into yours as he thrusted harder into your tight hole, the hard thrusts making you cry out and moan. Micheal stared down at your body, the possessive feelings getting overwhelming as he slid one of his hands to your throat and gripped it firmly, the grip still gentle though. Micheal pulled out, leaving just his tip inside you before slamming into you. He kept doing that until he heard you moan louder than you had earlier, almost making him go feral.

"that's right, moan for me." Micheal growled lowly, his hips slamming into yours in a harder pace as his larger body hunched over your smaller form. Your body shook as you felt the orgasm that was denied earlier approach much faster than before. Micheal could feel your cunt tightening on him, making him groan lowly as he slammed into you even harder.

"that's right darlin', cum for daddy. i want to feel you cum on my cock." He groaned lowly, his hand on your throat tightening a bit more. The grip wasn't too tight, just enough to make you a little lightheaded and brain hazy. As if on cue, the knot in your tummy snapped, a silent scream on your lips as your back arched off the bed and your head tilted back as you laid on the pillow. You came hard, your whole body practically trembling as you came, the feeling making Micheal groan. Micheal couldn't handle it anymore, his hips now slamming into yours hard as he thrusted into you with abandon, low growls and groans escaping his lips.

"fuck, such a good slut f' me. you're mine, darlin'." Micheal growled lowly, leaning down and capturing your lips in a rough kiss as he thrusted into you impossibly harder. "cum f' me again, dear. need to feel you again." Micheal groaned into the kiss, running his tongue across your bottom lip — asking for permission. You kept your lips closed with a soft giggle, making Micheal growl lowly. He thrusted sharply into you, making you gasp slightly. He took the chance and dove his tongue into your mouth, taking control of the kiss as he explored your mouth with his tongue. Micheal pulled away from the kiss and gripped your hips tightly with both hands, slamming into you harder — if that was even possible — his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

The pleasure was overwhelming for you, making you cum again with a cry. Your body shook under Micheal's grip as you came, your head tilting back, your back arching off the bed, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Micheal looked down at your body as you came, speeding up his thrusts as he slammed into you even harder.

"i'm goin' to make you mine forever, baby.." Micheal whispered as he leaned down next to your ear, his breathing heavy as he fucked you through your orgasm. The overstimulation was too much for your body, making you cum again as you practically screamed from the overwhelming painful pleasure of Micheal's thrusts and the overstimulation you were experiencing. Micheal's thrusts got sloppy as he chased his orgasm, slamming into you harder a few times before he slammed himself fully inside you.

Micheal stayed still as he came inside you with a low groan, the groan sounding a lot like a growl. His cum filled you up to the brim, a low moan escaping your lips as your tummy felt scorching hot from how much cum was inside you. Micheal stared down at your body, watching how full your cunt looked with his cock fully inside you. You looked absolutely beautiful with his cock stuffed inside you so deeply. Micheal stayed in place for a few minutes, enjoying how it felt to have you so full of him inside you.

Eventually Micheal slowly pulled out of you, watching how his cum dripped out of your cunt and fell onto the bedsheets that were under you. He looked up at you, watching how you were starting to get sleepy and drowsy. Micheal leaned forward and untied the belt, throwing it across the room, not caring where it went. He then unbuckled the handcuffs, kissing your wrists to comfort you. He got off the bed, walking into the connected bathroom and grabbing a soapy washcloth to clean you up. He walked back over to you and slowly cleaned you up, gently rubbing your waist with one hand while his other one cleaned your cunt. Micheal picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom and letting you use the restroom alone as he switched out the bedsheets and the comforters. Micheal carried you out of the bathroom as you yelled out his name, setting you back on the bed. He gave you a change of black panties but helped you put on his black "Nirvana" shirt that you basically swimmed in and helped you put on pajama shorts.

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You and Micheal had been cuddling on your bed, the movie "Bolt" playing softly in the background. Your head laid on Micheal's chest as you watched the movie, not noticing how Micheal was grabbing something very special..

"baby, let's go get some snacks." Micheal offered, although it was more like commanded, making you grin. Micheal slowly got up and held out his hand, smiling when he felt your hand in his. He led you to the kitchen, helping you walk since you were still a bit sore. He gently grabbed your waist and sat you up on the countertop, pecking your nose before walking over to a cabinet and grabbing a box of chocolate he bought for you.

♪ a/n: you can choose any candy ya want, i just put chocolate so i don't have to do the fav food abbreviation <3.

Micheal handed you the chocolate, chuckling softly at how excited you got from seeing it. He watched as you opened it, slowly pulling out the small box with a ring inside it and getting down on one knee as he took the opportunity of you not looking to ask the big question once you looked back at him.

You stared at the note in the box of chocolates in shock, reading the handwritten words with tears of happiness already welling up in your eyes.

♪ a/n: the text below is the note and it's corny as hell, i know it is. but it's fanfiction, wth did you expect?💀 bruhh, i'm not even good at love notes, so it's even more corny and worst than most😭😭

Baby, these three years have been the best years of my life and I want the rest of my years to be the best too. You always make me so happy, before I met you.. my life was dark and had no light, it was endless darkness. You are my light, my amazing and beautiful light. I love you, darling. look in front of you for a surprise, my love.

yours forever,

Micheal A.

You finally looked back at Micheal, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you saw him on his knee and the beautiful clear diamon ring in the small box he was holding. You covered your hand with one hand to stop the sobs of happy tears wrack through your body, your whole being now filled with overwhelming happiness and your love for Micheal. You nodded quickly, setting the box of chocolates to the side and hugging him as he stood up, his larger form in between your legs. You hugged Micheal tightly, the sobs wracking through your body as he gently stroked your back and gently kissed your hair. After you had finally calmed down, you looked back up at him with a soft smile. He smiled back and leaned down again, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as he slid the ring onto your ring finger. The motion made you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and deepening the kiss.

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You were excited about your future with Micheal, you absolutely loved this man. You loved Micheal Afton, the most important person in your life who thought he didn't deserve your love. He loved you and you loved him, you were happy with your life now..

[squadmuse]

NSFW ALPHABET

THE MATT CASEY EDITION

A/N: so I decided to bite the bullet and go for it, writing this for Matt who is a current favourite of mine and it is a shame there is so little NSFW/smutty fics for him…

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Matt is very sweet after sex, and will make sure you’re feeling okay and enjoyed it. He’ll happily spoon you from behind if you want and cuddle with you, or he’ll run a lovely warm bubble bath for the two of you to enjoy together. Matt can be quite cheeky when it’s just the two of you alone, and will drop a sexy little line that has you wanting him again.

B - Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s body)

Matt likes his arms and his thighs, as they’re quite muscled because of his fitness regime due being a firefighter and working construction. He likes being able to lift and hold you up during sex, and Matt also likes it when you ride his thigh too.

Now on you, Matt doesn’t mind. He loves you regardless, and if you’ve got a nice ass or nice breasts then he’ll make sure you know in private. One thing Matt loves is when you ride him as he loves having access to your breasts, ass etc. but also seeing your pretty face.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)

Matt loves cumming into you, whether it’s into a condom or without. He does enjoy it when you suck him off however, and there have been impromptu blowjobs in his officer quarters before. Now, Matt isn’t against getting to cum on your breasts or ass or even your stomach or face, he just makes sure beforehand what you want.

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Matt loves shower sex. When you and him were shopping for your new home together, he was particular about having a large shower or a bathroom large enough so that he could install one himself. Now, as Captain of Truck 81, Matt doesn’t regularly have sex at the firehouse, but there have been one or two times where you or him have surprised the other with a quickie.

Matt also has such a large breeding kink, he wants to knock you up so so bad and the thought of seeing you pregnant (more than once) gets him so hard so quickly.

E - Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what they are doing?)

Now, Matt Casey might seem like the cherubic boy next door but he is actually very experienced when it comes to sex. While he is definitely more a guy who is into monogamous relationships, he has had one night stands before and learned the ropes through them all, with the rewards being reaped upon you, repeatedly.

F - Favourite Position (again, pretty self explanatory…)

Matt has a love of you riding him, whether cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, but he loves having missionary sex with you especially when you’re trying to start a family together. He is definitely up for recreating all the positions detailed in the Kama Sutra.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Matt can certainly be goofy in bed and he loves seeing you giggle and laugh when you’re in bed together. That being said, Matt can be serious too and will be a man on mission with round after round of sex with you.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Matt keeps himself well trimmed but not entirely shaved.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

Matt is such a huge romantic and will spoil you whenever or wherever he can. He will be so soft and gentle with you, throughout your relationship together and never be too rough or aggressive. Whenever he has furlough, Matt will whisk you away to a cabin or further away to a resort where he’ll have rose petals scattered, nice champagne and everything else he can think of. He doesn’t want you to ever feel taken for granted.

J - Jack Off (masturbation…)

Jacking off isn’t something that Matt does regularly. He is wary about doing it in the firehouse in case anyone heard or walked in. No, it is only something he does when he’s in the shower or home when you’re away and he’s wanting you so bad. Phone sex with you is usually a trigger for his masturbation.

K - Kink (what are their kink/s?)

Matt has a huge breeding kink. He is just made to be a dad and knows you’re going to be such a great mama too, but the thought of seeing you pregnant with his babies and that he’s the one that did it, it is just so much for him. When you’re trying to get pregnant, you’re literally going at it like rabbits nonstop and whenever you can. Other than that kink, Matt somewhat has an authority kink that he discovered when you called him Captain in bed one night. He isn’t against experimenting in bed and it opens up a wealth of new kinks and likes he finds with you; bondage, blindfolds, gagging, praise etc.

L - Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

Matt won’t do it everywhere but he does enjoy the occasional experimentation with different locations. He loves shower sex in particular and a quickie in his officer quarters is a rare treat for you both. Anywhere in your home is fair game though, and it did happen one time on Boden’s boat when Matt took you sailing.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going?)

Matt loves seeing you be assertive and confident or being honest and kind. He holds those sort of values and traits himself and loves seeing you express them. Also seeing you with babies and kids gets Matt’s breeding kink going haywire, but he also loves being domestic with you. Whenever you wear lingerie and dress up, it’s always a guaranteed turn on for him too.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?)

Matt will never be aggressive or hurt you in bed, and if ask him to choke you or use something like whips, it takes a while for him to warm up to the idea if at all. He grew up with an abusive father and so, the thought of doing something like that, regardless of your consent just irks Matt and turns him off. Also, Matt hates dishonesty and he hates secrecy so he doesn’t stand for it in your relationship together as he wants to be treated as a equal partner.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

Matt loves to give, and oral sex is no different. He will jump at the chance or opportunity to perform it on you, to eat you out. Matt will have you seeing stars, he is just so good and his tongue is basically godlike and will smirk as he hears your moans. Meanwhile, when you suck him off it makes Matt feel like he could outright collapse as your tongue works it magic and he tries so hard to not make you gag or cum right away.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough, soft and sensual?)

Matt is usually a mix of the both. He can be fast but soft, rough but sensual and so on, and always makes sure to be not only thorough but also attentive to your needs and wants in bed too.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc.)

Now, Matt will not say no to a quickie with you. They might not give him all the time he wants with you or let him release all rounds he wishes either, but he can’t say no to you.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

While Matt isn’t the biggest risk taker, he is definitely an adrenaline junkie and loves a thrill but won’t risk your reputation (or his own, but he focuses more on you). Occasionally you’ll have sex in his quarters or the showers, perhaps in Truck 81 or his own truck, but it isn’t an everyday occurrence. Now he is all up for experimenting in the security and privacy of your shared home.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Matt is very athletically strong and fit, he has to be in order to be a firefighter and also doing his construction work, so you’re in for a few rounds with him as he can last longer than others do. However, Matt always makes sure to give you a round of oral beforehand.

T - Toys (do they own toys, do they use toys? on a partner or themselves?)

Matt is good with tying you up in bed with his knowledge of knots and rope. He enjoys blindfolding you and also when he found your vibrator, well Matt was a man on a mission as he held it to you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Matt loves to tease you so much. He can be very boyish and cheeky, which you absolutely love.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make etc?)

Matt isn’t that loud in bed, verbally. He is more one to grunt and moan than speak, other than the occasional loud swear word or telling you how good you feel. Matt definitely has a dirty mouth.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Matt and you had taken a long weekend off to go on a short camping trip together, not long into your relationship together. It was a disaster however in that the weather took a sudden turn for the worst and you ended up camped out in his truck, but the two of ended up having quite passionate sex there and then. It has become an inside joke between you and Matt, about enjoying thunderstorm.

X - X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Matt is thick. But he’s still a good size length wise and knows how to use it. Matt is cut, and is a lovely shade of pale pink. He isn’t that veiny though and he has good sized balls. You always feel a nice stretch when having sex with Matt and he fills you up perfectly, approximately six inches as he hits the back of your throat.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

With you, Matt has such a high yearning for sex. He never felt he’d be one of those guys but with you there is just something that gets Matt ready and raring to go in no time. It’ll happen approx three times a week if you can fit it around his shifts.

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Matt has a busy job as a firefighter and if he’s had sex with you, then he’ll fall asleep quite quickly afterwards. He enjoys it so much just that closeness of post-sex cuddles in bed that he tucks his face in the crook of your neck and smelling your soft perfume and nods off with you in his arms.

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A/N ::: I'm so fuckin' pissed at Tumblr right now. I had everything all done and the fucking thing wouldn't post. So, here's the bare bones of what I had.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

THIS IS SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. IT'S FLUT. PLEASE JOIN ME IN ADDING THIS TO THE READILY AVAILABLE TAGS.

I LOVE THIS MAN. I NEED THIS MAN IN SO MANY WAYS I'VE LOST COUNT.

PLEASE ENJOY THIS. GIVE KAFKA THE LOVE HE DESERVES.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING.

WC ::: JUST OVER 800.

"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt. 

"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back. 

"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic. 

"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."

You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you. 

"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am." 

Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast. 

"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words. 

You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior. 

He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything. 

Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.

"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."

You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.

"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.

Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.

"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.

Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.

"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.

"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.

"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.

You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.

"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.

"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick. 

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?" 

You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did. 

"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?" 

"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."

He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.

You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.

"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.

"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.

"Nah, just crazy happy." 

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

heya, i absolutely love your writing. seriously, it’s amazing!!

so i was wondering if i could request a larissa scenario where the reader can shapeshift. i was wondering if they could do it in a semi-public area eg car sex or event bathroom. maybe have larissa tease them publicly? eg. stroking their thigh, maybe even sitting on reader (non sexual but still in a teasing manner).

it could go as: larissa has to go to an event, can bring wife so she does. she keeps teasing r all night long and then r just can’t take it anymore.

Hi hi hi anon! Absolutely!! I love this idea 🥰 Thank you for your request, and thank you for your patience. Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Dinner Party Deals ~Larissa Weems xFem Wife!Shapeshifter!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, shapeshifting d!cks (g!p), Hand jobs, blow jobs, d!ck riding, car sex, restroom sex, semi-public sex, teasing, pet names, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Oh Darling, Please do come with me…” Larissa cooed, batting her eyes at you.

“To the Mayor’s campaign dinner party…?” You clarified, displaying your disinterest.

“Yes. It would be far more enjoyable with you there…” she promised, stepping closer to you and caressing your check, “And… I’ll make it worth your while when we get back home…” she husked.

Shivers ran down your spine as you gazed into her piercing blue eyes.

How could you deny this woman anything?

“Ok…” you managed to say, nodding in agreement.

Larissa then stepped back, clasping her hands together.

“Wonderful! Well, we’ll need to get dressed and leave soon if we plan to be on time…” the blonde exclaimed, then mumbled.

You nodded along and smiled.

“And one more thing, Darling…” she spoke, her tone becoming hushed.

“What…?” You curiously asked.

Larissa’s lips suddenly kissed yours for what felt like a fraction of a second, pulling away until she was mere inches from your skin.

“I want you packing tonight…” she whispered mischievously, before pulling away.

You blushed and nodded, rendered semi-speechless once again.

“I… alright.” You stammered.

Larissa smiled brightly at your agreement.

You two then finished your separate work, before you started getting dressed. You out on your go-to suit and waited for Larissa downstairs. You also shapeshifted your core as your wife had requested. Larissa then came down. She was wearing a stunning blue, wrap around dress. Your eyes couldn’t get enough. It hugged her curves in all the right way.

“Oh my…” you breathed out, your heart already racing “you look… breath taking, just beautiful…”

Larissa blushed at your words, coming over to give you a thank you kiss.

“Thank you, Darling.” She purred, “Although I’m sure you cannot wait to take it off of me later this evening…” she breathed huskily down your neck.

Chills ran down your spine at the blonde’s words. Sparks of electricity washed over you and right down to your currently very apparent member. You cleared your throat and regained your composure, and you were ready to go, trying to play your reaction off as nothing.

But Larissa knew she had gotten to you…

The drive wasn’t so bad at first. You were driving while Larissa gave you the download on who would be there. But quite quickly, it became harder and harder to concentrate as her hand began to wander and draw circle on your thigh.

“—And of course the Sheriff will be there, along with…” she continued, but your mind wasn’t paying much attention, as her fingers had toyed their way to your underwear line.

Your crotch was slowly bulging. It made you blush furiously, and Larissa smirked wickedly. But before Larissa went any further than teasing or you had time to start begging her, you had arrived. You had to take a deep breath and regain your calm before exiting the vehicle and entering the dinner party.

Larissa and you walked in together, arms linked. She led you around the party, introducing you to all the important and key figures that she thought you ought to know. And then it was time for dinner. You all sat down at the many tables. You and Larissa were sat with four other individuals at your table. The mayor got up to give his speech, which you originally had planned to listen to…

Before Larissa started playing scandalous footsie with you. Your breath hitched as her feet began to explore you legs, moving her touch higher and higher. Then she added her hand to your thigh again. The combination made you lightly dizzy and you had to bite your lip to restrain yourself.

And then the dinner conversation began… That brought a whole other level of challenge to the evening. And throughout all table conversations, Larissa never once let up on her under the table teasings. Her hand had traveled to you growing bulge at one point, nearly making you choke on your wine.

“Are you alright, Darling…?” Larissa concerningly asked you, placating her entire face in an innocent mask, while continuing to palm your twitchy, clothed member.

“I… Yes, sorry…” you choked out, trying to remember to take deep breaths, while giving your wife the side eye in warning.

Luckily, the dinner party soon moved into a lounge room with chairs and more open space. You took the time to breath and clear your head as best you could. You sat down, undoing your blazer button, with a sigh. But you didn’t get much peace, as the next thing you know, Larissa and a couple other high places people come in your direction. Without warning, Larissa sits on top of you.

“And this is my lovely wife, Y/N!” The blonde principal exclaimed, slightly tipsy.

They were all tipsy and didn’t seem to mind her bold action, viewing it as a sweet thing. But your eyes widened and you gulp, desperately trying to stay calm. Much to any of the other guests ignorance, Larissa’s ass was grinding down on your thrumming member. You could barely breathe. Your eyes were so close from rolling back, and a sinful groan was seconds from escaping your throat.

“Emm…” you coughed in interruption of the conversation that Larissa was carrying with the other guests, “You must excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” You explained with a tight strain in your voice.

Larissa’s eyes shimmered wickedly at your words, but she continued to to play innocent.

“Oh of course, Darling!” She said, immediately getting off of you, “Don’t mean to keep you” she said with a mischievous and knowing smirk.

You nod lightly, before scurrying out of the room. You walked the halls of the town hall, desperately looking for the restroom and thankfully finally finding it. Luckily it was a only stall, one person bathroom.

You shut the door and locked it, before immediately undoing your trousers, pulling out your aching dick, and stroking it a couple times. Your eyes rolled back and your sighed in relief. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet, but it was so worth it. Your pre-cum was already dribbling down your cock, getting your hands all sticky, but you could care less, as you worked yourself up with ease. Suddenly a loud rapture on the restroom door made you jump.

“Darling…” Larissa purred, “I know you are in there, let me in.”

You panted, quickly putting your dick away and cleaning up yourself before answering the door. With the door open, Larissa came forward, backing you into the bathroom. Her eyes raked up and down your frame. Your pupils were dilated. You were panting. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands clammy.

“Doing something…?” She teasingly purred, backing against the door to close it and lock it.

“I… just using the restroom…” you breathed out anxiously.

Larissa hummed skeptically in response. She began moving towards you again, trapping you against the wall.

“Your fly is undone, Darling…” she wickedly quipped, tilting her head and smirking, “Let me fix that for you…”

Oh Shit…

Before you could say anything else, your wife had already undone your trouser button, and her hand was deep in your pants, palming your throbbing dick. You let out a desperate groan in response to Larissa’s actions, your head smashing against the wall as you grinded needily against her hand.

“Ohhhh… Is this what you want…?” Larissa teased, now haven taken your member fully out and stroking it, not holding back anymore.

“God Larissa please…” you pleaded with your eyes screwed shut.

“Nuh uh uh…” she tutted in reminder, “Eyes open, Darling.”

You groaned once more and opened your eyes, meeting the blonde’s lustful, playful gaze. Her hand stroked your shapeshifted dick faster. And her face told you how much pleasure and how much she got off on this…

“Please please please…” you chanted, begging the woman.

“Alright… How about this…?” Larissa tauntingly purred in your ear, “I’ll let you cum once right here and in return… you suck me off in the car”

Your stomache dropped at her words. That was even more public… What if you got caught? You’d never had sex in the car before… But God, did you want to cum so badly!!

“Yes yes deal…!!” You groaned, nodding vigorously.

Larissa smiled big at your words. Her hand tightened its hold on your cock, making you have to bite down and muffle the guttural groan that ripped through your throat, as you came all over your wife’s hand. Your whole body was thrumming with pleasure. Your mouth hung open in satisfaction, and your dick went silent, obviously very satisfied with the outcome of the last 15 minutes. Shapeshifting back to you normal cunt gave you a relief and the ability to sigh in content.

“Excellent…” The blonde lustfully hummed, while helping you over and back down from your high.

The woman then helped you clean up, as well as herself, and the two of you went back out to the party. You two were quick to excuse yourselves when it seemed for to do so, as you both had more pressing concerns. Larissa eagerly led you by hand back to the car. You both got in, breathless.

By now, you could see Larissa’s apparent bulge… You gulped and stared wide eyed the woman sitting in the driver seat next to you. The blonde looked at you expectantly, but when you didn’t do anything, she took matters into her own hands. She easily picked you up and placed you at her feet, slipping her dress up to her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers… As well as her own apparent dick.

You instinctually licked your lips at the sight. You got up on your knees and immediately licked a stripe from the base to the tip, catching some of her salty pre-cum. Larissa’s head flew back almost violently, as she let quite the sinful moan slip from her lips. You stopped licking her cock to remind her to keep it down.

“Shhhh, Darling… I like you better with a mouthful of my cock…” Larissa groaned.

You nearly moaned at your wife’s words, your own cunt starting to collect slick. You then took the blonde’s dick into your mouth all the way, in one fall swoop. You nearly chocked at its size.

“Breathe, Sweet girl…” Larissa reminded you, followed by a desperate, guttural moan, “God—! You look so pretty sucking me off…!!”

You moaned in response, starting to bob up and down on her dick. Larissa’s hand weaved into your hair, pushing you down only further. You remembered to breathe many times, as the woman nearly brought you to the chocking point many times, guiding you in a brutal pace. Larissa breathed heavily, at this point, jerking her hips and fucking your mouth sloppily.

“D-darling… Mmmm gonna cum…!!” Larissa groaned loudly.

You groaned in response, only quickening your pace, and encouraging the blonde to let go. Larissa came with her loudest cry yet, squirting her hot seed into your mouth. You licked the woman clean, as she slowly gathered her bearings. She eventually released your head from her vice grip. You then looked up at Larissa, mouth full of cum.

Larissa chuckled, bringing one of her fingers to your chin, wiping the excess cum off of it and stuffing it in your mouth. You moaned at the action, and she chuckled.

“Swallow. Don’t waste any of it.” The blonde told you.

You immediately obeyed and swallowed the entire load.

“Good girl…” Larissa breathlessly husked.

Your stomache sunk at her words. And your breath hitched.

“Yes…” you panted, “I’m your good girl…”

Larissa gazed down at you in delight.

“Take your trousers and knickers off, sweet girl…” she purred.

“I… um ok.” You stammered, getting up and shimmying your bottom half of clothing off.

When you were half nude, you presented yourself to the blonde. She smirked and picke you up, placing you on her lap.

“Such a good girl…” Larissa cooed, before lining up your slick cunt with her soaked cock and slowly sinking you down on her member, “But you’ll have to try and be quiet, Darling…”

You batted your eyelashes heavily and your eyes rolled back at her actions.

“Says the woman who just cried out because of my mouth… Ohhhhh…” you chuckled which quickly turned into a guttural groan.

Larissa looked at you, taking your words as a challenge. She then pulled you all the way down on her, abruptly bottoming you out.

“Oh Fuck GOD SHIT—!!!” You practically screamed, clinging onto Larissa for dear life.

The blonde chuckled in response, clearly happy with her work. She then began slamming up into you. This only made your cries of pleasure worse.

“You were saying…?” She eagerly teased.

“Shut up…” you grumbled, “and go harder.”

“My pleasure, Darling…” Larissa moaned into your ear.

~~~

Larissa Weems Masterlist

[adhdnursegoat]

Hey I’m getting into reading smut for the riddler, do you have any recs? Writers or specific smut fics i don’t mind I’ll take anything. (Btw I love your writing)

OMG HELLO ANON!

Thank you so much! I'm sooo glad you enjoy my work. I appreciate your support and interaction!

I have several I'd love to tag!

First, here's a link to my ao3 bookmark page which is just chock full of riddler smut!

Second, here is my 'Best Of' list! I actually had so much fun making this and maybe other people will like it too!

? @caesariawritesstuff has written many lovely oneshots but her magnum opus is Cat & Mouse. Highly recommend it if you're looking for something current, punchy, intricate, well-written, well-thought-out, and just a straight joy to follow. Here is also a link to a collection of her oneshots: Conundrums, Queries, and Quandarys

? @finniestoncrane is one of the more prolific providers of some of the dirtiest, toe-curling, mouth watering smutty oneshots and drabbles for the riddler. They write for other characters but mostly him! >:D My particularly favorite piece by them is Appointment

? @capr1pengu1n has several pieces that I greatly enjoy! I am quite biased but their piece Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue is my favorite. It was a request I made of them :3 also Twist the knife, like it's something to do is a gem!

? @decaying-words has a small, but delicious and, actually, sweet collection of works called Love Letters to the Riddler. They have not posted since earlier this year, and I hope to see more from them soon!

? @circledemptiness is finally on tumblr! After a two year hiatus, they have posted some new work with plans to do more! I do particularly enjoy their portfolio of all riddler. Check out Merciful!

This is not a definitive list, but these are the main ones I would start with!

Happy reading, my sweet lil goat~!

[shadowdaddies]

Library Etiquette

Nesta x Reader

A/N: thinking about domme!Nesta and her smutty books as usual. I need her

Warnings: SMUT below the cut, d/s dynamics, oral f!receiving, face sitting, slight exhibitionism?, praise and degradation

Nestled into the cushions of the couch by the fireplace, you felt at peace in your comfort place. You were in your favorite corner of the library, secluded from the busy priestesses conducting their studies. It was a quiet corner of the world where you went to enjoy a cup of tea or glass of wine while you read your romance books. 

You were reading a particularly spicy scene, grateful for the semi-privacy of the sitting area as your cheeks flushed and arousal heated your core. You were struggling with self control as the scene progressed, resisting the urge to slip your hand under your dress to relieve some of the tension. You were about to leave the library to go finish the chapter in private when you heard soft footfalls padding towards you.

Nesta came up behind you, placing a sweet kiss to the top of your head as she gracefully moved to sit by your feet on the couch. She smirked, eyes darkening as she scented your arousal. “What are you reading, little love?” Your cheeks flushed even further as you stumbled to answer her before she grabbed the book from your hands, her smile widening as she skimmed the explicit passage. 

You scented her own arousal now, as she sat the book down on the coffee table and spread your legs open on the couch, trailing her hands up and down your thighs as your breathing turned ragged. “I was looking all over for you so that I could take care of you, bunny, and here you are, reading filth, practically dripping on the couch for anyone to walk by and see. Do you think you can take care of yourself better than I do? Would you rather I not touch you?” Nesta taunted as she pulled back from your body. You shook your head desperately, “No, Nesta. Please, I’m sorry I didn’t know where you were.” You gently grabbed her hands, cautiously guiding her back to where she was stroking your thighs. “Please, touch me, Nes. I need you,” you breathed, arching into her touch.

She smirked at you before looking down to where your dress had ridden up to expose your embarrassingly soaked through underwear. Cocking her head as she let out a soft hum, Nesta lightly swiped one finger up your clothed pussy. “You are quite needy, aren’t you?” she whispered, not taking her eyes off your center. “I would say you don’t deserve it for practically touching your self in public like a desperate slut, but I’m feeling generous tonight,” she winked, leaning down to lick a broad stripe over your panties. You mewled and writhed beneath her touch, so sensitive from the prolonged teasing. 

Nesta delivered a harsh smack to your clit, and you gasped, toes curling as you gaped at her, wide-eyed. She gave you a pitiless stare in return. “You forget we are in a public space, and a library at that. You will be quiet, dove, or I will silence you.” You took a deep breath, whispering a “yes, ma’am” as you braced yourself. Nesta knew what she was doing, however, and pulled your underwear to one side , quickly diving in and sucking your clit hard. You arched your back as you bit down hard on your arm in an attempt to be quiet, but Nesta brought two fingers up to curl them against your walls as she gave quick kitten licks to your clit, and you let out something between a moan and a scream at the overstimulation. 

Nesta quickly sat up, delivering another smack to your clit that caused you to jerk from the sensitivity. She shook her head as she tsk’d in admonishment. “I told you to keep quiet, bunny. But you weren’t, were you?” You stared at her, biting your lip as you fumbled for an excuse. Nesta pinched your clit harshly, “I told you you would be quiet, or that I’d make you be quiet, didn’t I?” 

This time, she didn’t wait for your response before standing up, slipping off her own underwear before lifting her skirt to settle herself above your face. Your head was completely covered by her skirts, while your own were still lifted, exposing you to the cold air of the library, and any prying eyes that you wouldn’t be able to see. 

Nesta settled herself above your mouth, her clit rubbing against your nose as she ordered you to open. You obeyed, laying your tongue out for her as she began rocking back and forth, fucking your face. “Good girl, now I know how to keep you nice and quiet for me,” she cooed from above you. Her juices were dripping down your chin as she stilled above you and ordered, “get to work, dove.” You greedily took the opportunity, licking and sucking her clit with fervor, dipping your tongue into her center as you softly moaned at her taste. You brought up two fingers, spreading and twisting them inside her to gather her slick before curling them against the spot you knew would send her over the edge quickly. “Fuck, right there, love. So good,” Nesta moaned. Her praise encouraged you to double-down on your efforts, and you felt her clench around you, her legs shaking as you worked her through her orgasm. 

After a moment, Nesta collected herself and lifted off of you, revealing your wild eyes and face coated in her essence as you looked to her for approval. She gave you a sweet kiss, grabbing your hand to guide you off the couch as she grabbed your book. She paused to turn and give you another kiss before leading you back to your bedroom, “let’s go reenact this scene, love.”

[seiya-starsniper]

Oh I will happily send you prompt requests! Lol.

From the smutty fic prompt list:

15. Corintheus.

Good luck getting to 200k before the end of the year!!

15. A tries to get B jealous as a part of their flirting game. B snaps way harder then A predicted.

OH I LOVE THIS VERY VERY MUCH. I have already written something like this with Dream snapping with jealous rage so I'm going to reverse it this time, as a treat to myself :3 Enjoy this little slice of birthday cake from me to you 💖🍰

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Jealousy is one of humanity’s ugliest emotions. Dream is well aware of this fact, having carried the collective jealousies of all of humanity for billions of years. It is an illogical, hungry, and all-consuming feeling, born of insecurity and envy for things one does not have. Dream has felt jealousy many times in his long-lived existence, and has crafted many a nightmare utilizing the emotion to serve as dark lessons for the collective unconsciousness.

In this exact moment, however, Dream finds himself unexpectedly endeared by the ugliness of jealousy. It is suddenly a stunning emotion, brilliant in its pettiness and sharp edges, authentic in a way most other emotions cannot hope to emulate. In this moment, it is almost beautiful in its ugliness. 

It is especially beautiful, he thinks, because the emotion is reflected so perfectly in the Corinthian’s face. 

“You are unhappy with my new nightmare then, Corinthian?” he asks, gesturing to his newest creation. The nightmare in front of them is quite similar to the Corinthian; he is tall, handsome and well dressed, but he also wrong. There are green eyes where the ocular mouths would be, dark brown hair instead of blond. They share the same mean smile though, and Dream can easily feel how much the Corinthian hates him.

The Corinthian growls in response to Dream’s inquiry, and then he lunges at the Endless with his dagger.

“Why,” the Corinthian swings just an inch short of Dream’s neck, “does he,” he swings again, and then time Dream lets him cut off just the tiniest bit of hair, “look like me!!” the Corinthian practically screams. Dream only rumbles a laugh in reply, and the nightmare roars before he tries to stab the Endless again.

Dream catches the Corinthian by the wrist and squeezes him hard, forcing the nightmare to drop the blade. 

“Why does he have eyes,” the Nightmare demands as he flails uselessly to try to get out of Dream's grip. 

“You should be the one to tell me, little nightmare,” Dream replies, his tone sharp. “This nightmare is a different type of dark mirror for humanity and if you only—”

“No!” the Corinthian yells, interrupting Dream mid-sentence and resorting now to kicks and punches. “You can’t make another Corinthian, I won’t let you!” 

Dream laughs again, which seems to only make the Corinthian angrier. He starts swinging wildly again, but this time, instead of Dream, the blond tries to kick his legs out to destroy the newly created nightmare, but he is just barely out of reach. Dream sighs, exasperated, before he tosses the Corinthian to the other side of the Shores of Creation. He hides the new nightmare before the blond can cross the sands back to where he is standing.

When the Corinthian reaches Dream, covered in sand and without his signature lenses, he is shaking with fury and indignation, his ocular mouths clenched and hissing loudly. 

“What the hell are you playing at Dream?” the Corinthian demands. Dream only shrugs and then he unveils the nightmare from its hiding place, this time revealing its true for to the Arcana. It looks nothing like it did before; instead, the creature is a writhing mess of thorny vines, seemingly all at odds with one another, as if competing to see which appendage would triumph over the others.

“His name is Zephyr,” Dream purrs, pressing his forehead to the newly created dream before he sends it off into its new function. It disappears into the Dreaming in a howl of unending hunger, desperate to devour all that it does not have. “And he is a manifestation of every insecurity, every inadequacy a creature feels in itself.”

Dream turns his gaze back to the Corinthian, who is now wearing a look of dawning horror as he realizes exactly why the nightmare had looked the way it did before.   

“Thank you for helping demonstrating just how potent he will be,” Dream continues, his smile just the slightest bit mean. It has the intended effect. The Corinthian comes at Dream with his second dagger in hand.  

“You tricked me!” he howls, this time lunging for the space where Dream’s heart would be were he human. Dream merely raises an eyebrow as he easily dodges the nightmare’s attempts. 

“Did I, Corinthian?” Dream asks, amusement clear in his tone. “You know full well that I am not to be disturbed when I am creating.”

“You!” the Corinthian exclaims, starting to lunge for Dream again, but then he stops, a new realization coming to him suddenly. “You knew I would come see you. You knew I didn’t follow that rule.��

Dream hums. “You were never good at following directions, Corinthian,” he replies, not even attempting to hide the smugness in his voice. 

The Corinthian lunges for him again, this time without the knife. Dream lets the nightmare tackle him into the sand, laughing the entire time. 

Yes, he thinks. Jealousy is a lovely look on the Corinthian, especially now that the nightmare knows that Dream had goaded him on purpose. Knows that Dream had preyed upon his insecurities with intent. And still, his singular goal remains to claim Dream as his own. Once again, the Corinthian has outperformed Dream’s expectations of him.

Dream pulls the Corinthian into a rough kiss, and even that is sweeter than normal. The Corinthian had always been a possessive creature, but his posessiveness had always come with a sense of self assurance, a certain smugness that no matter what, he was always going to be a favorite. Dream had condoned that attitude for far too long. It had been endearing early on, but it made the Corinthian arrogant, made him believe that he was above the other dreams and nightmares. Dream needed to remind him of his place.

“Mine,” the Corinthian growls, biting along the column of Dream’s throat. 

“You cannot stop me from creating other dreams and nightmares, Corinthian,” Dream moans as the blond reaches beneath his robe to grip at his cock. He squeezes him hard, then starts pumping at a brutal pace that leaves Dream panting and clawing at the Corinthian’s back. Their clothes vanish into the sands of the Shore, and as soon as the Corinthian notices this, he takes both of them in hands and grinds their hips together.

“I’ll kill all of them,” the Corinthian groans as he increases the pace of his strokes. “Starting with that new one.”

“Mmmm,” Dream murmurs, right before he bites down on the Corinthian’s shoulder. “I look forward to watching you try.”

[malum-af-cth]

favorites of all time!

way way way back when i set up a spam account so i could send myself things i wanted to read later. essentially turning that chat into my TBR. i have sorted through them & i think the first thing to do with this rebrand is to give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. below you will find a list of my favorite reads with their writers & a smol why for it making the list. these are in no particular order. please enjoy!

*this list is 18+. Minors do not interact!*

list below the cut.

*most of these fics either are smut or contain some through slow burn structure. Please read each author's warnings for them before you engage. *

from the last 7 years, i have chosen 20 fics that i LOVE. here we go.

from @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog we have a story i remember getting me excited about what kind of writing could be on tblr. "the arrangement" a lost love fic. 9 parts of love & angst.

2. @sis-tafics out here with a sweet sweet physical innocence trope with the hottie dean winchester. "our little secret"

3. @hrina wrote such a beautiful H. Styles fic about his character in dunkirk. "Il Ritorno" is the first part of 3 fics. i love the little coming home to a new place & new people plot.

4. @supernatural-jackles is the author of one of the only fics to make me cry. "hey handsome" i remember reading this sobbing because i felt the emotions written into this SO deeply. I reached out to them & let them know how much i loved it. & i still love it so to this day.

5. @winchest09 is adding our first dark fic to this list. the slow burn on this one is so so so so good. i found this one a long long time ago & i would say it is one of the first fics that got me to explore the mafia verse "life for rent"

6. @negans-lucille-tblr is giving us another spoicy series up in here & it even has a sequal!!!!! (look down one) the ultimate D/s winchester series. it's oh so good! "you've got me beggin"

7. & for the sequel "Mercy" this series is so good i have re-read both 2-3 times. it felt like crack the first read on both of these lol.

8. oh oh oh okay! this next. one from @pink1031 is probably one of my absolute favorite stucky series. "our best girl" was the fic that sent me down a rabbit hole of stucky fics. i was addicted after this one.

9. @pink1031 is back at it again with the ONE fic on this list i know i have read a minimum of 6 times. it is THAT good. "dirty little secret" was so scandalous and sexy. a J2 fic that had me coming back for more all the time. my escapism really shined with this one.

10. i remember finding "lemon drop" by @impala-dreamer i love the dynamic written here between Sam Winchester x the reader. the intimacy in this one-shot is beautiful. this is something i wish i could have at the end of my days or when i feel like the world is too heavy. i felt seen through this fic.

11. @tuiccim 's style of writing is something i adore & admire. I fell in love through "almost had me believing it" it is truly a work of art. I was immersed into this undercover mission with my man BUCKY BARNES.

12. oh & another from @tuiccim with "Terrigenisis" this is such a good poly-stucky fic. the way it was written felt like it could have been canon.

13. WOAH now! this next one written by @world-of-aus is ICONIC. the universe that is "starkhub" is just so delectable. i remember when it was being published in the beginning i was like a dog with a bone. i will never get enough. I can't wait to see where else it gets taken.

14. this next one is quite possibly one of my favorite mob fics. I have linked the first installment of these lovely smutty stucky fics. "tell me what you want" is the first step into such a delicious universe. thank you @angrythingstarlight for all you write.

15. an absolute banger from @sagechanoafterdark with "codename: Lazarus". i can't exclaim loud enough how good this one is. it had me on the edge of my seat. so dynamic. the order in which you read the parts for this one changes the perspective. don't worry they have put an excellent order at the bottom of the masterlist. :)

16. @avintagekiss24 i wanna start out by saying that I love the space you have created with your blog. when i found "lay me down in the tall-green grass" i thought i found fanfic heaven. i will cherish it always. i kept coming back to this one-shot to relive it as much as possible.

17. i've been thinking about "stained like georgia clay" by @georgiapeach30513 a lot lately. i remember binge-reading it & soaking up every droplet of goodness i could. ;) & that thunderstorm scene 🥵. i'll leave you with that...

18. here lies the "howling comandos tattoo au" that altered my brain chemistry just a little. @navybrat817 stole my heart long before this one dropped. however, this au had me sitting patiently waiting with my hands folded.... um no i was mentally ON MY KNEES.

19. i can confidently say that @georgiapeach30513 's "you were the one" is my favorite Lloyd hansen series ever. i crave a fics that are this good. it all started from a one-shot & then i found out a prequel was being written to it & i screamed in excitement.

20. A quality fic that i have had actual dreams about in the past. comes from @themhoodgirlz . for my 5sos girlies out there "close" tingles my brain in the right ways. i reminisce about the dynamic these two have. years ago when i was a BIG 5sos stan i lowkey hoped & dreamed for that to be me lol.

alright, alright, alright. that concludes my first rec list. I want to thank all of these amazing, amazing authors who have shared their skills & talents with the world. your works have given me sweet escapes, brightened my days, & expanded my love for all of the characters & ppl you write for. <3 all my love,

prynne

[purplewitch156]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!!

Thank you for tagging me @racfoam! That was very sweet of you. <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

342,149 words. And it's gonna get bigger. I love writing fanfiction.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of Your Making – Harry and Voldemort are trapped in a magical artifact and must forgive each other to be released.

Entwined – Harry is trapped (I have a running theme here…) on a distant, hostile planet and Voldemort is determined to get him back to Earth.

Memento Mori – In the hope of freeing Voldemort from his endless purgatory, Harry chooses to seek him out in death and they end up on a roller coaster of various Lives.

When the Phoenix Cries – Sequel to Of Your Making. Harry and Tom are sent to another dimension where they must deal with a victorious Voldemort and a Death Eater Harry.

Sand In My Shoes – A non-magic AU. Tom is a professional chess player sent to a vacation island to deal with his temper and meets Harry, a comic book artist/surfer.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I typically do. It’s so exciting to receive happy comments that I want to be happy back. :D 

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

Nightshade. It’s the only one I’ve written so far that is a tragedy.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Of Your Making.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely. Negative comments are in the minority, but I still have to remind myself of that fact when one shits in my inbox because I tend to pay more attention to negative remarks – they hit harder than they should. I’m getting better at brushing them off. And if they are particularly shitty, I delete them.

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

I don’t think any of my sex scenes are smutty enough to be called smut, so no. BUT I would like to one day write a story that leans more into the smut as a personal challenge.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not written a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. And if it has happened, I’m unaware.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few of my fics have been translated, especially Of Your Making, which blows me away to this day. People are amazing.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Tomarry, but Harrymort is in very close second place.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmmm, that isn't quite how I work. When I get enough of an idea to jot it down in a journal instead of it just floating about in my brain in hypothetical land, I tend to intend to finish it one day. As time goes by, I may decide that the plot isn’t as strong or as compelling as I’d originally thought, and it gets downgraded or repurposed into something better. So I don’t necessarily look at my ideas and say, “I’d like you to happen, but let’s face it, you won’t.” I’m more likely to say, “I think I might strip you for parts…”

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh lord, I get so stressed with these kinds of questions. I’d say dialogue and engagement.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely spend time describing clothes or structures or people. I have a scene in my current WIP (Deimos) where Tom takes Harry robe shopping (this is such a wonderful trope, god bless) and I tried harder, which meant I Googled ‘mage robes’, found an artist’s rendition I liked, and described it as best as I could. lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve dropped in a few words from other languages when I feel like it might help immerse the reader in the setting, but it’s not something I do often.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

I love all my fics. I’ve enjoyed writing each of them immensely, but if I had to pick favorites I’d say Of Your Making and A Deathly Visit.

Tagging anyone who sees this and wants to participate! <3<3<3

[waterfallofspace]

Ah!!! I love your fics so much!! If it's not too much, could I request some kink!skk (with chuuya as the victim haha >:)

prompts:

86,82,30,24

Thank you, and I'm sorry I made you wait so long for this!!! (hooopefully it'll be worth it <3)

This one did take a bit to write, but I had a lot of fun with it, kink D/azai is really fun to play around with hehe~ I had a bunch of ideas of how he might react, and I tried to pick one that fit the narrative the prompts set up~ Hope you enjoy!

2.5k words, prompts 24, 30, 83, 86, story under cut!

24. “You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care.” 30. “What’s got you all worked up?” 82. Sneezing during makeout/sex.  86. Person A sneezes and catches B blushing and asks. B decides to tell them about the kink.

(References to swearing, light violence, and heavy makeout session, no actual super smutty things, but there is an implication that it will take place post-story, in case you don't like any of that!)

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“Fuck.” 

It scrapes off Chuuya’s tongue, a headache forming as he surveys the sight awaiting him. After a quick scan, his eyes rest on Dazai. The walking annoyance simply smirks, tilting back in his chair. The hinges scream with a fury Chuuya can relate to. 

“Quite the foul greeting. Whatever happened to hello?” Dazai remarks, standing from the chair with another awful screech. Chuuya feels his fists clench, stepping back involuntarily. This seems to delight Dazai, the impulse to throw something pulsing through Chuuya’s mind. 

“I have information about a case you guys took that the Port Mafia was… loosely involved in.” 

Chuuya attempts to lean against the wall in a show of nonchalance, Dazai’s expression remaining unreadable as ever. With a hard swallow, Chuuya fights the urge to sniffle as it spreads through his rapidly twitching nose. There's a slightly sweet scent lingering in the air. 

Clearing his throat, Chuuya breaks the silence with a noticeably stuffier, “Where’s your boss?”

“Out,” Dazai flaunts, gesturing around the empty office and leaning against the wall as his arms lock behind his head. 

As the ability to smell starts to fade, Chuuya feels his patience wear thin, each breath growing thick. “Kunikida then?”

“Out.”

“Kenji?” 

Desperation starts to flood his voice as Chuuya lets a single finger flick across the bridge of his nose. Another sniffle threatens to break through, only being held back as Dazai points a look his way. 

Chuuya attempts to avoid it, but eventually caves, the grin meeting him sending shivers of irritation shooting through each nerve until they reach a final resting spot at the tip of his nose. With a final twitch, the tickle that had been waiting on the sideline decides it’s time for a debut. 

“It’s Chuuya’s lucky day, I’m the only one around! That means you get the honour of telling me your ‘important information’.” Seemingly oblivious to the struggles, Dazai continues with his taunts. “Don’t worry, I’ll pass it along,”

“No fucking way. I’ll- hehh.. I’ll cohhme… come back another time.” 

“Really, Chuuya? And risk Mori being disappointed in you? I mean, he did tell you it was urgent, did he not?” Dazai coos, spinning on his heel and gliding back to his desk. He shoots Chuuya a grin over his shoulder. “Do you really wanna defy his direct order?” 

A snarl nips at Chuuya’s lip, retort dying on his tongue as the itch swells once more. Dazai’s still facing the desk, starting to lower himself into the chair, and Chuuya waits until the hinges screech again, hiding his- “hh’kngt-!” under the noise. 

“You should get that shit fixed,” Chuuya says, feigning annoyance as Dazai’s eyes light up. ‘If I make him believe it’s getting to me, he’ll screech it a few more times just to get on my nerves.’ Breath catching, Chuuya brushes a knuckle against his nose, meeting Dazai’s eye with a growl. “It’s fucking irritating.” 

“Oh really? I hadn’t noticed!” 

The statement is punctuated with another creak, Dazai swivelling around to face the window. Taking the opportunity, Chuuya ducks into his fist for a tight stifle, another slipping out on its heels. 

“ek’dnxt-! nkXT’shh-!” 

Risking a glance towards the chair, Chuuya grits his teeth as Dazai stares back. Caught in the act his fist drops onto the table, pouring into a seat across the desk from the bastard. Dazai’s eyes never leave his own. There’s something in them that seems almost captivated. 

As Chuuya’s own chair squeaks in objection, he’d swear Dazai mumbled something that sounded like ‘bless’ under his breath. Eyebrow raising, he sputters, “Wh- what was that?” 

Dazai opens his mouth, nothing but a breath cutting into the tense silence. Chuuya simply blinks, shock radiating through his mind. It seems this is equally surprising to Dazai, his eyes widening. With more effort than Chuuya’s comfortable noticing, Dazai pulls a masked grin back over his cheeks.

“I asked if something’s bothering Chuuya?” 

“Shut up you bastard,” Chuuya returns. Right back to furious, the hesitation forgotten, he lets out a low growl. Dazai smirks at this, raising an eyebrow as Chuuya opens his mouth to speak again. 

Any words that may have been on their way are replaced by hitching, hand snapping to his nose to catch it just a second too late. Another shaky breath spills out, Chuuya not missing the way Dazai flinches at the display. He’s never been one to care about germs, the uncertainty making the situation feel tense. 

Aiming towards his shoulder, Chuuya stifles the first two, “hn’kgxtt-! eh’knXT-!” before a wave of itch breaks through his defenses for a final “eh’kESHhh’iuu-!” 

A gloved hand is raised the instant it breaks through, but he’s not quick enough to stifle. With a sharp breath, Chuuya prepares to fight off the onslaught of remarks. Instead, his attention is drawn to Dazai’s demeanor. The bastard seems unable to meet Chuuya’s eyes, teeth digging into his lip with a ferocity that seems almost painful.

“What’s got you all worked up?” Slips out before Chuuya can stop it. The comment seems to hit like a bullet, Dazai’s posture shifting to that of a cornered animal. It’s not an uncommon look among the Port Mafia, but Dazai has never shared it. He’s always in control, at all times, in any situation.

“Just…” Dazai starts, an unsettling level of calm appearing to settle over him, the tension just below the surface impossible for Chuuya to ignore. Dazai continues with his complaint, either oblivious to the shake in his voice, or all too aware. “Thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do since you told me about this.” 

“You do realize I have- uh… I haven’t actually tohhld…” Chuuya feels his breath catch, attempting to power through as his voice wavers dangerously. “hehhh- have… haven’t… hnk-! guhh… Actually told you ahhnything.” 

Chuuya scans the room again, each inhale seeming to bring a new rush of irritation. Finally his eyes land on the vase sitting on Ranpo’s desk. A vase overflowing with white flowers that seem to glow against the dark offices. Dazai attempts to follow his gaze, a smirk forming as he notices where it leads. 

“Shit.” Chuuya hisses, just the look of them making his eyes water. 

“What’s wrong Chuuya?” Dazai purrs, swooping around the desk to sit right in front of the struggling man. Chuuya attempts to throw a punch, but Dazai easily dodges it, laughter flooding his next comment. “You have a problem with something so dainty?”

“Huh!? You- that’s… that’s not… I don’t… hehHh- fuhhck… ahHh!” 

His hand begins lifting, aiming to pinch his nose again. Before it can reach the target, Chuuya feels Dazai’s hand against his bare arm. He flinches at the sudden contact, feeling the powerlessness surge through him as his gift is sucked away. 

It’s followed by a secondary wave of deeper vulnerability. The kind that he knows would remain even if his gift wasn’t suppressed. A kind that comes from the unexplainably personal way Dazai’s skin feels against his own. Dazai remains perfectly still, eyes locked with Chuuya’s. 

“What the fuck are you-” Chuuya starts, cutting himself off as Dazai simply blinks. Before he has a chance to continue, Chuuya feels the tickle object to the interruption. 

One hand still being occupied, he ducks into his un-held wrist with a sneeze he’s only able to half stifle. “eh’kxnshhh’oo-!” The next breaks free completely, “hah’kiESHhh’oo-! Fuck-” a curse following on it’s tail. A third begins to form, but it’s held off by the audible whimper that breaks from Dazai’s flushed face. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Chuuya gawks, his mouth falling open. The itch long forgotten as Dazai studies the floor with increasing intensity. He mutters something barely audible above the faint hum of the office. 

Huffing, Chuuya spits a harsh, “Speak up, you moron.” 

Dazai pales, his blush darkening. He manages to drag his eyes from the floor, resting them in Chuuya’s. There’s a nervous energy to him that leaves Chuuya breathless. 

“I like it better when you let them out.” The response is louder this time, but still quiet for Dazai.

“Let them…?” Chuuya questions, mind scrambling to put the pieces together under Dazai’s intense gaze. His nose decides to rush the process, the tickle blooming once more. A shudder runs through his nose as it quivers, breath catching in his throat. Across from him, Dazai’s entire body twitches in response. ‘Oh?’ 

“hk’iiESHHh’oo-!” 

Aiming this one for his wrist again, Chuuya allows it to escape completely unstifled. Testing a theory. Sure enough Dazai hisses out a faint moan. ‘Oh.’ The grip on Chuuya’s arm tightens as he lets another hitch build, Dazai practically shivering. It dies before reaching his nose, leaving Chuuya almost as breathless as Dazai. 

“Really?” Chuuya taunts, flashing Dazai a wicked look. 

“I know it’s… not normal…”

“What part of our lives is fucking ‘normal’ Dazai? Hell, what part of us is normal?” 

Relief floods Dazai’s eyes, quickly replaced by something cautious as Chuuya stands. ‘This is something I can, and intend, to use.’ Sweeping over to Ranpo’s desk, Chuuya can feel Dazai’s eyes clinging to him. Almost as if the man himself was pressed against his back, despite not moving from his position. 

Leaning towards the vase Chuuya takes a deep sniff, coughing slightly as the pollen invades his sinuses. A fierce tickle burns through his nose, lashes fluttering as tears begin to pool. He barely gets a breath before ducking into his hands to stifle the fit. 

“hn’chh-! ih’knxgt-! hh’dnxxt-!” 

The stifles lift Dazai to his feet, pausing to give Chuuya a measured look. Chuuya shoots back a smirk, nearly drowned out by the desperation in his eyes as his lip curls before another “ek’dtnxt-! hh’inGT-!” break through. 

Before he can take another breath Chuuya finds himself being pushed against the desk, Dazai leaning over him. His hands are pulled away, passion burning through Dazai’s eyes, tongue slipping out between his lips.

“Hol- hold on… hehh… I’m… hahHh!” 

“I know,” Dazai responds, guiding Chuuya’s head towards his neck. 

“heh’IIESHh’oo-! hk’ehhSHHh’oo-!” Dazai bites his lip, a moan stifling itself in his throat as Chuuya buries his nose into the bare skin of his neck. 

“ek’yIESSHhh’oo-!” Shivers of pleasure run down Dazai’s spine as each- “hh’ehhKSHHh’oo-!” leaves him trembling. Chuuya smirks again as he pulls back, rubbing at his nose with a glove and sniffling desperately. 

“If I’d known this is all it took to get the Great Dazai so worked up, I would’ve done it ages ago.” Chuuya taunts, meeting Dazai’s gaze through watering eyes. 

Dazai pauses for a second, humming faintly under his breath, before a look floods his eyes. A grin claws its way over his face, Dazai practically baring his teeth. Chuuya braces himself, sucking in a breath just in time to be pulled off the desk. The breath is released in the form of a moan as Dazai slams him into the wall. 

The force knocks the wind out of him, Chuuya dragging his hands up Dazai’s hips to gain some balance as he catches his breath. Dazai takes this moment to seize Chuuya’s lips, as if he was claiming them for his own. 

Unable to draw air through his battered sinuses, Chuuya groans as the sensation brings the tickle surging to new heights. He pulls his hand off Dazai’s back, placing it on his chest with a shove, releasing himself from the kiss. 

Dazai huffs in protest, Chuuya responding with a shaky inhale, a tear falling from his lashes. It runs down his cheek, caressing the side of his nose as it flees. The desperation from his gasp leaves Dazai shaking, his teeth sinking back against his lip. 

“Neck.” 

The command isn’t answered, but it wasn’t designed to be. Instead, Chuuya merely gasps, aiming where he’s told as the fit begins anew. 

“hehhYIIESHhh’oo-! hehh- huh! hk’iieESHhh’oo-!”

“Bless you-” Dazai growls, head tilted back as Chuuya pulls him closer, rubbing his quivering nose against Dazai’s chin. The action comes with a moan of relief, Dazai echoing the noise with a different type of moan. 

“Oh god- heh’TESHhhoo-! Fucking hell… hahh- hek’DESHHhhoo-! Whew…” Chuuya feels a blush start to spread over his cheeks as he gets a breath in. “That was… hH’IESHhoo-! oh… a bit intense…” 

“Now who’s worked up?” Dazai taunts, offering a smug look at the new tint. 

Chuuya growls lightly in response, usually a sign of playful annoyance. However, they both notice how he seems to pull away slightly, tipping his hat to hide his face. Dazai lets a hand brush against his arm, retreating when he flinches under the contact.

Instead, Dazai brings a finger to Chuuya’s chin, tilting it up till their eyes meet. Chuuya watches the sincerity dancing in his gaze, something unfamiliar, but not frightening. They stay like that for a moment, drifting along in the connection. 

“You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care. Chuuya is my mess.” 

It’s such casual genuineness, and Chuuya finds himself unsure how to handle it. Dazai doesn’t waver, his fingers gently tracing up the side of Chuuya’s face until they brush the hat from his head, letting it fall to the ground. Before he has to figure out what to say, Chuuya feels the tickle bloom once more, and decides to lean into it. 

He locks onto Dazai’s lips, pulling their hips together, hands scratching at Dazai’s back as a shudder runs through them both. Chuuya’s breath hitches from inside the kiss, Dazai moaning against his lips in return. 

Waiting till the last second, Chuuya breaks away to aim down at Dazai’s chest- “hek’iiEISHh’oo-!” -before pulling him back in again. Responding in kind, Dazai knocks him back against the wall, pining his hands above his head. Chuuya buries his face back in Dazai’s neck as another “hehh- eh’tiESSHHhhoo-!” rushes out. 

They repeat this cycle a few more times, hips grinding together as each sneeze wracks Chuuya’s body, shivers beginning to melt the last ounce of Dazai’s composure. Finally with a final “ah’YIESHhhoo-!” Chuuya pulls back, a wicked fire dancing in his eyes. Both of them are panting, for different and yet similar reasons. 

Dazai breaks first, his voice low and harsh, “Couch.”

“No way in hell,” Chuuya retorts, matching the pitch with a snarl of his own. 

The response to this is not of the verbal nature, instead, Dazai pushes him back against the wall. He brings his lips closer, as if for another kiss, before grabbing Chuuya’s lip with his teeth. Chuuya moans in response, hands back around Dazai’s waist. 

As he releases his grasp, Dazai slides his mouth up to Chuuya’s ear, his breath light as he murmurs sweetly, “Couch~”

“Couch it is,” Chuuya growls, reaching up and gripping Dazai’s hair. He pulls his head up and ducks to bite at his neck, earning a whimper. “But you- hehh… hk’IEShhhoo-! You owe me.” 

“Yes,” Dazai murmurs, tilting his head back to meet Chuuya’s eyes. “I suppose I do.” 

As they slide over to the couch, Chuuya makes a mental note to return to the mall and buy that cologne he’d found while searching for new gloves. At the time, he’d deemed the effect it had unpleasant, but now…? 

Now he’s starting to feel quite differently.  

[forerussake]

Twenty questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the wonderful @elenothar! Thankssss❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

45

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

456.761

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for a bunch of fandoms over the years. Currently I'm most active in Guardian and adjacent fandoms, but I think I could and would still write for pretty much everything I've written for in the past. So the full list would be Guardian, the Silmarillion, QZGS, MDZS/CQL, YYM, the Rebel, DMBJ, and some RPF :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Counting the promises as yet unbroken (165)

A ballad of burning lungs and bated breath (125)

A hand within a hand (holding light) (120)

Kaleidoscope (114)

Crowded full of parting's feeling (99)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to always respond to comments, bc i myself really like it when an author responds to my comments, so I would be a hypocrite not to do it myself. But also I kind of enjoy that interaction. Especially if ppl have commented on specific lines or on the themes. Sometimes commenters have insights about my fics that even I didn't have myself while writing, and I like to let them know their thoughts were appreciated :)

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

Well, I am an angst writer, but I often try to make the endings of my fics at least a bit hopeful :/// I think the angstiest ending to a finished fic would have to go to either Crowded full of parting's feeling, which ends with LXC being (for the first time in his life) truly and utterly alone. Kind of a bummer. Or perhaps the easy part, which ends with ZYL crying himself to sleep on the kitchen floor.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As I said, I try to make my endings hopeful, if not truly happy, but there are a few true happy endings to my fics! I think my RPF pieces tend to be the happiest bc I am slightly less likely to put these guys through the wringer the way I do with my truly fictional blorbos. I think the happiest however is homecoming, which ends with WJX finally coming out as trans and being her best and truest self.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet??? Hopefully it stays that way! I do write RPF though, so I'm very ready for one of the crazy antis to one day drop into my inbox calling me all sorts of nasty things for *looks at writing scribbled on hand* having the audacity to put characters in fictional situations that don't hurt the real ppl that inspired these characters in any way??? yeah :PPP

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

Occasionally, when the muse strikes! But my ace brain finds it quite difficult. My mind tends to trail off and scatter all over the place when I get to the actual smut, and I have a hard time reeling it back in. As a result my smutty fics often get needlessly long xD and they also get a little kinky bc my brain tries to come up with ways to stay engaged in its own writing xD I like testing the limits of how poetic I can be about smut scenes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Almost never. I rarely enjoy reading them unless they are very well done, so I don't generally think of writing them. The only consistent exception to this rule is all the weilan derivative fics! I love those very much, even if I don't always know the characters. So i've written one of those myself: no shame in having loved, a crossover between the Rebel and Detective L, which takes Luo Fei's perspective at snapshots in the Rebel canon, reflecting on everything that Lin Nansheng learns, loses, and cannot seem to stop giving away. It's a sad one, but with a slightly hopeful ending :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I don't think I'm big enough in any fandom for anyone to consider stealing my work.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I have had one podficced :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. On the one hand I think I'd love to try one day, but I'm also very particular about certain things and I fear I might get antsy. I love brainstorming about fic though! Some of my best ideas have come from talking to people.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uhm Weilan I think? I'm not really in fandom for the shipping.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ohh hard one. I have three, if I may:

And miles to go (before I sleep): it's a story that's still very dear to me, but it's been so long since I started it that I think I'd need to rewrite the whole thing, bc I've gotten better at writing in the meantime and the style of any new chapter wouldn't match the first ones.

First gradually, and then all at once: I wrote all of this in a single week, and then uni got in the way, and then my hyperfixation on YYM ended and since then the fic's been stuck in unfortunate limbo :(((( I really want to finish it but I need the muse to guide me

Tryptich: not yet posted, but fully planned. It's one of the toughest, angstiest, most cathartic fic plots I have ever come up with, and I really want to write it because it is such a meaningful story about mental health and loss and recovery, but it's also YYM fandom, and as established above I need to regain that hyperfixation for this to move anywhere :(((( or just have a lot of free time on my hands where I can write both the guardian fic stuck in my brain and this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uuhm, I think atmosphere/scene setting, structure, and character study/reflection.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue tags (bane of my existence). I also think my work can sometimes drag on, I use too many words sometimes. Also I feel like I can be kind of a one trick pony xD I repeat a lot of similar lines and dramatic build-up between stories.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Can be great when other ppl do it. If it's a language I can read a little bit that's nice , otherwise including a translation at the bottom helps. I'd definitely never write dialogue in a language I'm not fluent in. That being said, I do pay a lot of attention to what language my characters are 'actually' speaking, even if I present their dialogue to my readers in English. For example if would write a phrase like "he pauses to breathe between all three syllables" (which sucks as a line, but bear with me), in an English-language fic where the characters would canonically be speaking Mandarin Chinese, then I would make sure the line that character said would actually contain 3 syllables in both English and Chinese. I do a lot of that kind of reasoning in my head. "If this line, reflecting on dialogue spoken in Y language, was transposed directly into language X that the characters are really supposed to be speaking, would the line still work like this?" if the answer there is no, then I will either change the line, or change the English dialogue until I have something that reflects what I imagine the characters would say in their native language in the way I need!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE??? it's probably either a hand within a hand (holding light) or kaleidoscope.

Thanks again, this was fun!!!

tagging: @pangzi @programmedradly @lunarriviera @lucientelrunya @mjsakurea @lynne-monstr @dual-domination @aredhel-of-doylkien @thedaughterofshadows if you want to :)

[sakascal]

New Story: The Darkest Moment

I have a new story for you. Just a short one, set in the universe of my little series of fics (which were all based off of a prompt list from last October; yes, I am a slow writer ;) ) and it starts off shortly after they went to the Ritz in the last episode of season 1 - so no making out. Sorry. But, it still has some flirting, bickering (also flirting) and fluff.

I hope you'll enjoy it. :)

As always, I have no beta, and I'm not a native speaker, but I do thoroughly edit everything I post. Mistakes still happen, of course, hope they're not too much of a bother.

As always, I'd be exceedingly grateful for all kudos, comments and shares. ;)

And in case you are interested: I am currently working on something smutty. My first ever E-rated fic. It's not done yet, though. I'm on 4000 words of my first draft, and they are still not naked - but getting there. :D It might take me a bit longer to finish - a long weekend due to a holiday today got in the way over here, and my kids are home from school until Monday. So I likely won't get much done until then. I have another little story I can post in the meantime, though.

Summary

It's 2019. Aziraphale and Crowley have just won their freedom from their respective head offices and are enjoying their freedom and trying to find their footing again. But there are still some questions and concerns, at least for Crowley.

Excerpt

“What do you mean?” Aziraphale asked in return, and lifted his glass to take a sip from his wine - a wonderful Château Lafite-Rothschild he had acquired around 40 years ago and kept for a special occasion. The world not ending and their respective head offices - former head offices now - not succeeding in destroying them and them subsequently brokering their freedom must count as a most special occasion.

Crowley was seated in his usual spot on the sofa - if one felt gracious enough to call whatever it was the demon did with furniture ‘being seated’ - and waved the hand holding his own glass around at their surroundings.

When Aziraphale only blinked in confusion, he added: “The bookshop.”

Well, that certainly clarified nothing. Granted, they had been drinking off and on for most of the day since lunch, and he wasn’t quite what you’d call sober. But he liked to believe that he wasn’t plastered enough for his faculties to have left him entirely. So he should have been able to understand the question if Crowley hadn’t been quite so vague. Clearly.

“What about the bookshop?”

“How did it happen?”

“Just repeating it isn’t going to make me understand your question any more, Crowley. How did what happen?”

A frustrated growl. “You can’t possibly–!” Crowley took a deep breath, a hefty sip from his own glass, and tried once more in a calmer voice. “How did it burn down?”