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cheshire-writer · 1 year
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bsd s5 ep 11 spoilers
I think we all need to consider the implications of that ending. I'm not talking about Fukuchi apparently going the martyr way, or Fukuzawa being world ruler (dictator?), or sskk already fighting some other super powered foe.
No, we need to consider that Chuuya can't get the fake fangs out and is presumably stuck with Dazai on a plane for a like 12 hour flight. (Possibly with Sigma as a conscious or unconscious witness, poor guy.)
When are the fics coming out? 😏😏
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writing-wh0re · 9 months
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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?
All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.
George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley
Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this
Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.
Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.
A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!
Merry Christmas x
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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you. 
Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire. 
“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.
“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.” 
Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy. 
“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.” 
Best friend
Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with. 
Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time. 
“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?” 
George smirks, you do listen to every word they say. 
“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.” 
“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.” 
Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks. 
“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”
“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.” 
The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you. 
You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck. 
You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.
“Everything okay baby?”
Baby. 
You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred. 
“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask. 
“How long are we gone for?”
“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”
“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.” 
“So three weeks?”
The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed. 
You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed. 
“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it. 
Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed. 
“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast. 
George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred. 
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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace. 
Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve. 
Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins. 
So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air. 
“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger. 
“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family. 
“I think they’re going to kick our ass.” 
“Oh without a doubt.” 
You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’. 
Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down. 
“Later losers” 
You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass. 
“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground. 
You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless. 
“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you. 
You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink. 
Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking. 
“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.” 
Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. 
The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment. 
They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm. 
“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face. 
“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”
You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins. 
“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face. 
“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?” 
You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin. 
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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon. 
Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered. 
“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly. 
“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed. 
“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed. 
“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement. 
Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body. 
“My eyes are here baby.” 
That fucking nickname.
“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?” 
George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s. 
I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins. 
“Noted.” 
Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.
“We’re sick of this game love.” 
“We know you want us.”
“Fuck, we want you.”
“That shit you pulled during the game.”
“Dangerous.”
“Slutty.”
“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.” 
My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed. 
“I’m yours?”
The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip. 
“Should we remind you?”
“It’s been a long time, baby.”
“We forget what you feel like.”
“Sound like.” 
They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs. 
Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me. 
“Are you our Christmas gift?” 
You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle. 
“Don’t be shy, baby.”
“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move. 
George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s. 
“How lucky are we Freddie.” 
“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass. 
George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips. 
“Please.” You whimper. 
George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours. 
“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples. 
“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him. 
“Say that again.”
“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.
“We’re going to ruin you.” 
Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served. 
“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on. 
George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair. 
“Might want to fix that baby.”
“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs. 
Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave. 
After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.  
“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove. 
“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.” 
No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work. 
Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks. 
“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction. 
“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air. 
“And Y/n?” Molly smiles. 
“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.” 
Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins. 
“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades. 
You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break. 
| | | | 
The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life. 
Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush. 
You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom. 
“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body. 
George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous. 
George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip. 
“What’s Freddie going to say?” 
The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 
“Why don’t you tell him and find out.” 
George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.
“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”
Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers. 
“You answer daddy when he asks a question.” 
“Only for you daddy.” 
George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin. 
“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.” 
You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his. 
“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.
“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred. 
George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin. 
“This is all for you.” 
Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes. 
“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.” 
You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand. 
“I’ve missed this pussy baby.” 
He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it. 
“So sweet.” 
If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock. 
“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin. 
“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”
His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer. 
“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.” 
George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm. 
“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.” 
It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum. 
“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls. 
Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head. 
“So tight and wet for me.”
“Such a good girl for daddy.” 
Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body. 
The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long. 
“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.” 
You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high. 
“Look at you, such a whore.” 
You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you. 
“D-don’t stop.” 
Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum. 
“Cover my cock baby.”
Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you. 
George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss. 
“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips. 
“Let’s get you ready for bed.” 
| | | | 
You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys. 
“I hear you had fun last night.” 
You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle. 
“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.” 
“Freddie.”
“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.” 
Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face. 
“Daddy.”
Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them. 
“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.” 
“I did.” 
You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum. 
“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?” 
His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob. 
“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.” 
Fred smirks, chuckling at your response. 
“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”
He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.
“You want me to fuck you better than George.”
“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand. 
Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop. 
“He was right, you’re a slut for me.” 
You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours. 
“Get on your knees and show me what you want.” 
Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold. 
You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips. 
“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face. 
You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth. 
“Such a messy baby.” 
Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock. 
“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips. 
“Just for you daddy.”
“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you. 
“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”
Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs. 
“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed. 
You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air. 
“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.” 
Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat. 
“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?” 
“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” 
“Mm, what would George say?”
“Fuck, please, fuck me.” 
You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips. 
“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you. 
“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”
You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material. 
Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up. 
“Answer me.”
“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.” 
“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.” 
You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock. 
His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit. 
“Fuck, Freddie.”
Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.
“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches. 
“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.” 
Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster. 
“Daddy, so good.”
He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.
“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you. 
“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin. 
You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself. 
Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you. 
“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces. 
“We’re so lucky Freddie.”
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Let me know if you'd like a part 2 with both of them.
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fillinforlater · 1 year
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Series Masterlist
The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!
All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!
ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE
IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE
Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'
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Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon
Season 1
Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)
Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)
Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)
Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)
Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)
Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)
Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)
Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)
Season 2
Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)
Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)
Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)
Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)
Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)
Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)
Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)
Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)
indefinite hiatus
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Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)
Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)
Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)
Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)
Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)
Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)
Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6) 
Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)
Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8) 
Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)
Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)
Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)
Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)
Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)
Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)
Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)
Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)
Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)
Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)
to be continued
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Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)
Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)
Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!) 
Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)
finished
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Original Series: Classmating
Minju - Classmating (Part 1)
Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)
--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)
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Original Series: L4
Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)
Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)
Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)
Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)
finished
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Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)
Gaeul - Chapter I
Gaeul - Chapter II
Gaeul - Chapter III
indefinite hiatus
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Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)
Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)
Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)
Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)
Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)
Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)
Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)
Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)
Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)
Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)
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Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates
Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)
Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)
indefinite hiatus
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Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)
Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)
Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)
--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)
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Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)
Doyeon - Chapter I 
Doyeon - Chapter II
--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)
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Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)
Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)
Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)
--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)
--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)
--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)
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Quickie Series: Phone 
Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)
Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)
Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)
Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)
Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)
Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)
Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)
Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)
Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)
Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)
indefinite hiatus
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Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)
Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)
Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun) 
Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei) 
finished
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fahye · 10 months
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book recs: oct/nov 2023
I read an obscene number of books during my weeks travelling in the USA, so here are some highlights!
A GENTLEMAN UNDONE by cecilia grant - I actually read all three in this excellent series, but this is the highlight. a tense, engrossing regency romance between a gentleman desperate to make money in gambling halls and the woman who teaches him to count cards, who unfortunately happens to be someone else's mistress. extremely horny and very smart.
SHADOW MAGIC by jaida jones & danielle bennett - after HAVEMERCY I desperately needed the rest of the series, and happily I had dinner with jaida and dani and was given them! this one is classic political fantasy: assassins, ambassadors, a devoted bodyguard and his beautiful prince, and a flamboyant little chaos magician who wonders why nobody else in his delegation is enjoying the beautiful local Fashion Robes. this book has never had a heterosexual thought in its entire life.
AMERICAN QUEEN by sierra simone - okay, this is a rec for the entire series (AMERICAN PRINCE & AMERICAN KING follow), a modern arthur-lancelot-guinevere retelling where they're american politicians and they're all in love and kinky and fucked up about it. mostly smut, lots of angst, occasional plot. maybe the hottest thing I've ever read in my life?? damn, sierra simone knows what she's doing.
THE MOON IS A HARSH MISTRESS by robert a. heinlein - what if we were a moon colony and we decided to stage a revolutionary war and we asked a bored AI computer to run the logistics for us? I'm such a sucker for logistics, and heinlein delivers in spades. very funny, great worldbuilding, fun characters. has aged surprisingly well, I think.
10 THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPENED by alexis hall - a pure shot of gay grumpy/sunshine delivered via FAKE AMNESIA TROPE and a plot lovingly and lampshadily borrowed from the classic sandra bullock vehicle while you were sleeping. alexis hall's protagonists and glorious supporting casts always grab me, and this was no exception.
THE FALL THAT SAVED US by tamara jerée - do you like the good omens setup of bookshop angel vs. snarky demon, destined to be enemies but oh no we're in love, and you'd like to add some recovery from family trauma + sex scenes + also they're sapphic? yes. good. enjoy.
CHAIN-GANG ALL-STARS by nana kwame adjei-brenyah - holy shit!! finished this one yesterday and will be thinking about it for a long time. premise: criminals can choose to compete in deadly televised gladiator matches instead of remaining in prison. this is an absolutely brutal examination of the prison industrial complex and the violent commodification of bodies (especially bodies of colour) under our capitalist hellscape. lyrical, wonderful, cutting. very queer and very angry. I flew through it. what a fantastic book.
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moodymisty · 1 year
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☾ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽
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Author's Note: An idea I had floating around in my little brain for awhile, and I did a poll to see which character people were most interested in seeing it acted out with. Hunter won, so here you go. I'll probably do more polls like that in the future if people are interested. (it's finally done sldidsfsjsfsjflsf)
The planet is unnamed, but I mostly had Takodana's very lush landscapes in mind. The lake looking something like this but with some liberties. This is something I love about Star Wars; You can just create a scene and the whole galaxy is your oyster to play with.
Summary: The water laps around your shoulders, ending just below your collarbone. It flows around your every curve, covering your skin with the soft shine of the moons. They reflect on the water's surface, every star looking like glitter sparkling in the lake. "Come on Hunter; Join me? Just for a minute?"
Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, skinny dipping, Sex in water but also on the shore, Post Order 66, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral(female receiving), Technically voyeurism? since it's outside i guess, Porn with mild setup plot, Creampie if you squint, it’s kinda just vanilla not super kinky stuff here today; but there is some on the horizon
Word Count: 6084 (if you just want the smut, scroll down about a third)
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“So; Tech,”
Lowering the ship into the planet’s atmosphere he spares you a curious glance before turning back, still listening to what you’re going to say even if he’s no longer looking.
“Give us the details.”
Quite quickly he figures out you’re asking for some information on the planet you’re coming to, and quickly racks his brain for some interesting tidbits. You always enjoy hearing them, and learning about all these civilizations from far beyond where you’d grown up.
“It’s a small mid-rim planet, conveniently along one of the largest trade routes. It’s largest export is agricultural in nature; Fertile soil and temperate climate makes for optimal crop growth. It remained neutrally aligned for most of the war.”
Wrecker, who’s leaning forward to look out the viewport, comments on Tech’s encouraged ramble.
“That explains the forests.” Not being able to resist taking a peak you walk closer, Wrecker moving slightly to the side so you can look out as well.
He certainly wasn’t kidding; While the trees have nothing on a planet like say Kashyyyk, the forests here are still quite thick and cover a vast amount of area. Even into the mountains, though less sparse where crop fields and little towns reside. You’re not here for any signs of modern or at least living civilization, so it’s unlikely you’ll be getting to enjoy any of the local offerings.
Maybe if you and Omega teamed up you could whine until Hunter lets you all, but that’s a power play best used sparingly.
Since Wrecker abandons looking outside you decide to settle down and watch, leaning more against the viewport you see the treetops come closer and closer. Even Omega steps beside you to take a quick look. She seems more than entertained by the view of it all, while you spot something in particular that catches your interest more so than the rest.
It looks like there’s a decent sized lake hidden in all of the trees, you manage to catch a glimpse as you fly overhead. But it passes by before you have a chance to look anymore on it. Tech is landing not moments later, cutting off the engines and speaking up once more while he does.
“The forest makes for good camouflage. We should be able to find the old outpost with not too much trouble, however.”
Right; You aren’t here to sight see or have a picnic. Hopefully this abandoned base will have the gear you’re looking for, and in good working shape. Some of it would in theory be a nice upgrade for the lot of you, as well for being a good paycheck when you turn in the bulk of it for a reward. Provided it's all in working order.
Hunter, grabbing his pack off the ground calls to everyone to ready up, standing by the entrance of the ship.
“Should be an easy in and out. Let’s not make a mess of it.”
Easier said that done with this lot, and that includes yourself. The penchant of you all to get into some sort of trouble is more than a little bit common.
“And after, we get some food?” Wrecker tosses his helmet in his hands a few times, before slipping it on. You quite quickly agree with Wrecker, feeling your stomach rumble. Hunter sighs.
“And after we’ll get some food.”
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“I still have some repairs to do, so I will take first watch.”
Tech doesn’t look up from his datapad as he speaks, ushering the lot of you in the direction of the bunks. It’s late; Both the moons hanging high in the sky after a long day. Wrecker and Omega are both eager to get some rest, and Echo can’t deny he feels largely the same. Hunter is a bit more composed, and checks over the area surrounding the ship before he decides to actually lay down. Wrecker has the job of hauling the finds into the back of the ship, the closest spot you'll have to a cargo hold on a ship this small.
The area you've landed in is far away from any sort of civilization, and that fact makes Hunter just the tiniest bit more relaxed about getting some shut eye. The constant bustling of cities makes it harder for him to pick out noises of concern, while quiet places like make it easier for him to rest, but his hearing will still prick up at the sound of someone messing with the hull or some other sort of concern.
When he walks deeper into the ship he sees you sitting on a bunk, pulling off your boots.
“Tech taking the first shift?” You say, looking at at him standing in front of you.
You put both your boots down at the head of the bunk, before throwing your legs up onto it. Hunter doesn’t bother to take off most of his armor when he sleeps, and you don’t even want to think on how uncomfortable it must all feel. Though you imagine he’s become used to it.
“Yep. He’s got some repair work to do, apparently.” His eyes are soft as he looks at you, watching you lay down.
“Well, night. Tell him not to wake us all up with the power tools again.”
Hunter rolls his eyes at the reference of a previous incident as he hauls his body into his own bunk, before laying back as well. He can hear you chuckling however, before it eventually fades off into a comfortable silence.
The ship is more quiet than usual, you think. Which would be perfect for getting some shuteye if you’d been planning on it. But you have a bit of an idea, and your mind is still spinning with it.
You just need to wait a little while.
Which you do, all the way until you slowly lean up and look around, taking a peek at everyone you can see. It's been at least an hour, a quick check on your datapad confirms that suspicion. You take another, longer look around the ship.
Everyone looks asleep; Even Hunter.
Ever so slowly you slide off of your bunk, grabbing your boots and pack off the floor. You’ll slip on your boots outside, to try and be as quiet as possible.
Tech has the gangplank open at the moment, as he’s been shuffling in and out of the ship working on some repairs well into the night.
Multitasking he says; As he can keep watch, as well as work.
The power tools you'd complained about are running, and should cover the sound of you walking at least somewhat. With light footsteps you sneak outside, instantly taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air. The nighttime is significantly cooler than it had been earlier, but it’s still somewhat warm; Enough so that you don’t need any sort of extra layers. You slip on your boots and start walking.
Once you reach the treeline you take a look back, seeing the small amount of light emanating from The Marauder. This planet has multiple moons, and as such the nights along with the stars are quite bright compared to most other planets. You don’t even need a torch to see into the forest, walking through some underbrush and deeper into the forest.
At least this forest isn’t very thick; It’s relatively easy to walk the same paths the wildlife does in order to make your way through, weaving through large trees and the small shrubby underneath them all. There’s the occasional rustling as well, something jumping around in the trees or scurrying away at the sound of you walking on fallen leaves.
You can see what you want through the trees, and just stepping over a few more branches, you finally make it onto the clear area just surrounding the outer edges of the lake.
It’s even better than it had looked overhead from The Marauder.
Lily pads are scattered around the edge of the lake, their roots visible traveling downward and showing from how clear the water is. Beneath them swim unique little fishes that you have no clue their species; Only that they’re cute, colorful little things, and swim in decent sizes schools. But most of all, the way the sky reflects in the water makes it almost seem like the lake is a nebula in and of itself, each individual star sparkling in the water so still it seems like you're looking downward into a portal to the sky.
Putting your bag on the ground beside a tree, you take off your boots first and place them right beside it. Your bottoms go next, stuffing them in the back along with your underwear. Then your top, the final piece of clothing to go.
After that, you take one step forward and hesitantly dip your toe in the water, feeling the temperature. This is such a reckless, silly idea, but the temptation of it is a bit too much.
But what is even more so tempting, is that you know that you won’t be alone for very long out here.
You know Hunter is following you, or will be soon; It won't be long at all that he's awake and notices that you're gone. More than likely, he heard your footsteps the moment they hit the ramp and he's already on your tail.
He'll be here, it's just a waiting game.
Perhaps it’s not going to be totally clean, but it feels nice to have your hair wet and scrubbed away of any dirt and grime that had once been in it, as you shake your head. It will be an absolutely uncontrollable mess when you return to the Marauder and it dries, but at least it’ll be clean.
It all just feels so relaxing. The water is so peaceful not cold or hot, and the air is quiet apart from the sounds of some nocturnal wildlife. This was such a fit of the moment idea but you’re glad you decided to go through it, wiping some waterdrops off your eyelids as you wash your face.
And maybe it was a bit of a reckless idea sure, but what fit of the moment indulgence isn’t? You’ll blame the lack of a proper shower or bath in The Marauder as the reason why, even if the peaceful nature is the thing you’re enjoying most out of all of this.
But gods, is it nice to have a little bit of quiet time once and awhile. That ship can be a stuffed racket. If this is even a fraction of how Hunter feels at time, you can’t even fathom how he hasn’t just exploded at this point-
There’s a rustle in the trees, and you quickly halt everything and stare at where you think it came from. Your eyes dart around, water lapping at your collarbone.
It’s silent again, before there’s suddenly a bit more noises, and your eyes catch a small glimpse of something moving. Instantly you look to the area that shifted.
And from it- Hunter.
The moment he catches you he can’t hide the shocked expression on his face, looking down for a second and seeing where your clothes are piled just in front of his boots.
“What are you doing?!”
Hunter whisper yells, making his way slightly down the incline towards the shore and past your belongings. You watch with a mischievous smile, wading just a bit closer so you can hear him easier. The water laps a little ways above the middle of your sternum now.
“Taking a bath.” Hunter hates the way you sing that response with such a lack of caution towards what insanity you've gotten up to, watching him.
“In the middle of the night? In a forest? Tech barely realized you were gone until I told him I heard you leave! If something had happened we wouldn’t have known until it was-” You roll your eyes, interrupting him.
“Ugh, you always think of the worst possible scenario.” Raising one of your hands out of the water you gesture towards yourself, trying to beckon him in as water splashes off your palm and back where it was taken from.
“Come on in, it’s fine,” The water is nice and warm, and you push away a stray lily pad that floats close to your face. Hunter purses his lips and looks side to side, before pointing at you and then the ground.
“It is not fine. Get out.”
You fake contemplation, but for only a moment.
“No.”
Hunter begins to use his more formal 'Sargent voice', attempting to try and force you out.
“I am not playing around. Get out of the water.”
“Or what?" When that doesn't work, Hunter blows air through his tight lips as he attempts not to get irritated at you.
“I am not going to play this game with you, seriously. Get out. Anyone could see you." Your toes just barely brush against the bottom of the lake, kicking up dirt and scaring away the tiny little fishes that swim somewhat close by, curious at what weird thing is in their home so late at night.
“Ohhhh, so that's why you don't want me to have fun? Cause someone might catch a peek besides you?" His hand tightens around the tree branch he's holding to keep himself steady on the edge of the lake, watching as you slowly drift backwards deeper into the lake.
The water laps around your shoulders, ending just below your collarbone. It flows around your every curve, covering your skin with the soft shine of the moons. They reflect on the water's surface, every star looking like glitter sparkling in the lake.
“Come on Hunter; Join me? Just for a minute?"
Hunter loathes to admit that, it's tempting. Even if the alarm bells in his head are ringing because technically, the ship is largely unguarded- Tech is the only one keep an eye out since he's left, and doesn't have Hunter's keep hearing to cue him in anything out here everyone else can't see.
But he's done his lookouts, perimeter checks, there's nothing around. He hasn't heard so much as a peep from anything other than wildlife.
And you look, ethereal. That's the word he'll choose, even if he knows it isn't of a magnitude to really represent how he feels. Bits of your hair stick to your face, as you just barely tread water.
“You know on my home planet, there's old stories about mystical women tempting men into the lakes." Hunter's boots slide on the dirt slightly, his free hand on his belt as he debates taking it off.
“To do what?" You shrug, and for a moment he can see more of the outline of your chest.
“Depends on who's telling the story."
Looking down he sees where your clothes are all bundled up in your pack, the small one that they'd given you not long ago. He sees the drawn '99' symbol on the front pocket, that you'd shoddily done yourself to match them. He'd left his own pack on the ship, so he reaches his hands up to unbuckle his chest plate, just laying it on the ground so he can put everything else inside of it. You perk up considerably upon the realization that he's actually going to join you, the water splashing with your jump. After you bend at the knees, sinking enough that the water comes up to just barely brush your nose as you watch him.
Slowly, piece by piece he peels his armor away, putting it right beside your own clothing.
Shoulder plates, forearm guards, belt, thigh plates; Kneepads, boots, blasters.
When he's down to only his black body glove, he glances towards you for a moment. He doesn't audibly say anything, before looking back and beginning to peel the last of his clothing away. His arms first, wrapping down to his hips where from the side, you can just barely catch the v-line leading down to his groin at the smattering of dark hair that catches the light.
“I can feel you staring."
The water bubbles and ripples when you attempt to giggle, taking a breath and pushing your legs out from underneath you, falling under the water. By the time you come back up, Hunter is already stepping into the water, up to his hips.
“It’s warm,” He says, his hand brushing across the surface. He makes his way closer to you, the water rising higher and higher.
“Did you know this was out here the whole time?” He’s close enough to you now that it would only take one decent stride to be chest to chest, smiling at him.
“I saw it overhead as we were landing. Decided to take a look when everyone else was looking the other way.” Hunter shouldn’t be surprised, but he’ll always shake his head at your mischievousness. It’s not as if he can complain now however, as at this point, he has technically joined you in it.
He dives his head underneath the water for a moment, before coming up with his hair slopping wet and sticking to his face in chunks of wavy, dark curls.
“I thought you were just trying to fetch me and bring me back?” Realizing that originally yes, that was his goal, Hunter looks away from a moment.
“I… Reconsidered.” He steps a little closer.
“It’s quiet. And we haven’t have much time alone since, everything.” Hunter is also so hilariously enthralled by the way the water shines on your skin, and how he can just barely see the outline of your chest beneath the surface.
He is right; You’ve barely had any time to think since you all became deserters, not even considering trying to have some time alone.
He takes one step closer, hearing all the leaves brushing in the trees close by and fish swimming below the surface. You’re looking up at him with that same mischievous little smile you had when he first found you here, the color of your eyes shining. You feel his hands grip your waist below the water, pulling you against him as he leans in and softly presses his lips to yours, feeling the cooled water on your skin. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, and he takes one tiny step closer so his body is almost completely melded against yours.
Gods, it feels like it’s been ages. You already feel a weight in your gut and your throat getting tight, and it's only just a kiss. You both sneak moments here and there, but to finally be able to hold each other close like this? It’s been too long. The passion you feel in your chest is increasing, and that chaste kiss is turning into one that is making your head feel lighter.
“I missed you,”
You say, listening to him let out an almost confused sounding chuckle.
“We’ve been trapped in the same ship for weeks now, how could you miss me?” You can’t help but roll your eyes a bit, still smiling as your fingers play with his damp hair. You have a pretty good feeling he’s joking with that line, judging by his soft smile and raised eyebrows.
“I missed this; We always have to be so well behaved on The Marauder.” You aren’t wrong, and it seems Hunter understands- and agrees with you. It's good to be on the same page.
“True. But they’re all back there, we have a minute to ourselves.”
You don’t need to respond to him, leaning in to steal another kiss. It’s harder; His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you can hear him softly breathe, his hands firmly against the small of your back. They keep drifting lower and lower- and while they don’t quite touch your ass just yet, it wouldn’t take much of a movement downward for him to be able to grip tightly.
Your arms wrap tighter around his neck to pull him closer, to press your body harder against his, but he hums against your mouth before pulling back.
“Be patient; We got time.”
You might have time now yes, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t needy; You’ve lost count how many times you’ve had to take matters into your own hands, either by shoving any dirty thoughts deep to the back of your mind, or trying hopelessly to sneak a few minutes alone in the refresher.
He’s hinted before that he’s had to do the same; Especially if he hears you accidentally make a lewd noise, or catches a scent that makes his body run unbelievably hot. The idea of him doing so always sets you off, so it’s just an endless cycle.
One of his hands you can feel slowly slipping down your back, moving across to the side of your hip. You can feel the callused tips of his fingers against your skin, rough from years of wear and tear. It’s part of what makes his touch cause you to unconsciously shiver, even more so as he slowly slips his hand between the both of your bodies. Every motion is so infuriatingly slow, methodical as he moves what feels like only millimeters- intent to take his time. You hate it, more than anything as it makes your cunt ache around nothing and your blood boils, but the build up will make it all the more satisfying. Even if it also feels like torture, as his lips brush over the corner of your mouth. You move your head to just slightly to kiss him, unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth.
You can feel his cock gently brush against the front of your thigh, when your legs more just slightly apart to accommodate him. The moment you feel his fingers brush over your lower stomach you can’t help the way your muscles tighten just slightly, in the anticipation of him. They ever so slightly drift lower, until he slips his fingers between your folds underneath the clear water's surface.
You almost rise on the balls of your feet, feeling the way his fingers curl ever so slightly as the prod almost teasingly against your entrance.
“Gods; You smell amazing."
Even through all of the noises and smells of a forest as large and as full of life are overwhelming, Hunter can easily focus on only you; As you take over and occupy all of his senses. He can feel the way you tighten around his fingers, palm pressing down just over your clit. Even if it's dulled by the water, it would be an un-fightable temptation for him to try and not indulge in you.
As much as he would love to just figuratively tear you apart, he has time; There's no looming time limit for when his brothers will come back, or when they need to be off to the next planet.
He can, in theory, fuck you all night if the universe allows him.
You seem certainly willing, as your nails dig into his skin and leave little crescent moon shaped dents all along his shoulder blades.
The water feels so warm now; Maybe it still is from the sun shining on it throughout the day, or maybe your body is just so fucking hot that the temperature of the water is no longer affecting you.
Either way it doesn't matter, all that matters is that Hunter is touching you and will continue to do so, up until you've both made up for the amount of times he's so desperately wanted to bury his cock in you.
Where wouldn't even matter; He's just so absolutely fucking starving for it.
“Lets, let’s go back to the shore.”
He can’t disagree with you, it would be quite hard do anything more standing up, let alone in this deep of water. As fun and easy as it might look in the holofilms. The two of you quickly tread back to shore, Hunter right behind you as you open your pack once you get to it.
Thankfully you’d had the forethought to pack a blanket in your pack; Originally for drying off. But now it gets laid on the ground intended for a completely other use, not that you're complaining.
Once you lay it down and get upon it, Hunter instantly follows, hovering over your as your legs drift apart to accommodate him. He instantly feels the warm skin of your legs against his as they close around him, keeping him tightly to you.
“Hello again,” You dare to joke, feeling the way his lips curl upwards when they press against the sensitive pulse of your neck. You moan, feeling as he leaves kisses and little marks just hard enough to make your skin ache ones he leaves.
“Always joking.” He never minds it.
Lips drifting downward they brush over your collarbone, breast, going lower and lower as his hands lay on your thighs. He feels the way they almost instinctively close when the air of his breath brushes over your skin, but his gentle grip keeps them spread just enough for his liking.
He can easily see how wet you are- smell it more so- the way it shines against your outer lips even with the water droplets from the lake still sliding down your skin. He doesn’t look for long however, as his hands firmly grip your thighs and keep them spread apart.
“Hunter-!"
You would’ve sworn he hadn’t had a taste of any liquid for weeks judging by the way he suddenly pressed his mouth against you, tongue lapping at your cunt like a starving man.
His tongue slips between your folds as his nose occasionally brushes against your clit, Hunter’s large hands grasping each of your thighs and keeping them pressed firmly apart. They grip rougher now that he’s in the midst of it, though you have no complaints.
He had once admitted that he oh so greatly enjoyed doing this to you, but being so close to the heat of you, the smell and the warmth and the sound of him winding you up like a coil until you snap, it can drive him near insane. He always tries to steady himself and keep it slow, but while he’s usually more than eager to take his time, after so long apart he can’t help but be a little bit rushed and desperate.
“Hunter- Holy- Slow down there a bit…”
You don’t entirely mean the sentiment, it’s more so commenting on how his hands are gripping your body so tight and keeping you so close, but he does slow down slightly. You can feel the stubble of his cheeks scratching against your skin like sandpaper, surely it’ll be a little sensitive later. They almost always are, but it's never a serious complaint.
Just something to remember this night by in the morning, so you know for sure it wasn't just the hottest fucking wet dream you've had in your entire life.
Hunter buries is face even deeper when he feels your body arching up slightly, hands grasping at the ground as your cunt soaks him. He dares to let one hand slip away from your thighs and slides two fingers into your cunt, curling inside of you and feeling the way you tighten around them. He can taste you on his lips, even more so as you cum and fill the air with all the sweet noises he loves so much, wants to hear over and over again, moaning his name to as his tongue presses against your clit. He borderline abuses it as your hips twitch, hand reaching for him in an attempt to ground yourself as your thighs shake.
Your face is already hot, eyes blown out looking at him as he pulls away from you. A string of spit follows going from your pussy to his lips, before it quickly snaps.
But gods; The taste of you, the smell right beneath his nose, it always drives him so close to the edge. He teeters right on it, his neck is tight and he finds himself holding his breath accidentally when he moves back up your body.
You brush some of his wet hair away from his forehead, feeling his cock resting against your thigh.
“Was this your plan the whole time?” His says quietly, one hand supporting himself beside your waist while the other drifts between your two bodies.
“The first part was; This is all just a bonus.” His loves that sneaky, satisfied smile you wear sometimes, but he’s always eager to wipe it off- watching as he slowly presses his cock into you and it fades, biting your lip as you struggle not to moan.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
You hope he fulfills that thinly veiled threat of punishment some day in the future.
In any other situation being out of the water still wet it might start to give you a chill, but with how fast your heart is racing it’s not a possibility, feeling Hunter’s own skin touch yours. He's always run hot, it just seem to be in his nature, and you can feel it as his body lays close. You can see the way the muscles of his shoulders tighten and flex as he bottoms out inside of you, hips pressing against the backs of your thighs. Strands of thick, wet hair hang around his face, shadowing it- but still letting you see the way his brow furrows and dark eyes dart over your face.
His thrusts start slow, building upward as his wet hair brushes against your skin. Your thighs press against his hips, one of your hands tangling in his hair. He loves to have it tugged on, tightly woven between your fingers as his bandana lays abandoned on the shoreline surely close by all of his other items. He'd never dare let it get blown away.
His tattoos almost seem even more prominent wet, though maybe it’s just the shine of the night sky on the water that’s making it seem so. They move atop his muscles as he fucks you, the ones on his arms shifting as his biceps flex. You've always loved them- the tattoos, and the way they seem to highlight parts of his body in a way that's made you catch yourself staring multiple times before.
"Kriff," Hunter pants. "You really are a damn tease."
Did it take him that long to figure that out? It had been the goal the whole time.
If there's anything you've learned from being with Hunter particularly in situations different than this where he isn't nearly as gentle, the fun is in the chase.
But neither of you are going to last very long with how pent up you are, how long it’s been; The teasing and the build up over weeks of stolen kisses and soft, subtle gestures.
You let out a gasp as his cock brushes against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, a breath nearly getting caught in your throat.
"Gods- Hunter I'm so-" He knows you are, he can feel it as your tight cunt wraps around him like a vice, and even if the water might mask it, Hunter can feel how wet you are, how you leak over his cock as you wrap tight around him. Your lip is caught so firmly in-between your teeth it might bleed, moaning from deep in your throat.
He swears he can almost hear his own teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. Just that little bit to get pushed over the edge, as you're already teetering so close it's like you're dangling on the edge of a cliff.
But it doesn't take much; All you need is his fingers pushing against your clit trying to pull it from you before your thighs press against his hips like you want to crush them, seeing white behind your closed lids. He feels you cum around him, gripping the shoddy, soaked with lake water blanket so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your knuckles strain, seeing stars as he dares to move his hips slowly almost milking you through it all, and listening to the way you mewl desperately for him.
Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone. Even if you don't think you could handle it, you still want to go again. Until you were even more of a mess than you are now. Hunter gently pulls his softening cock from you and groans, while you feel a pleasant, wonder ache as his cum leaks from you.
But the afterglow is nice. Hunter most of all likes how peaceful it is. Just you and him; It would take someone hours to track you both down if they really wanted to.
Just a moment to yourselves.
His lips are still grazing just over yours as he talks, and you can feel the ever so slight scratch of his stubble. Since Kamino he's sometimes had moments where he hasn't had time to regulation shave it perfect, so he gets this nice bit of scratchy stubble that makes you smile whenever it burns your skin.
“We should get back; Before anyone realizes we’re gone.”
He isn’t wrong, but it’s not to say your pleased about having to finally end this.
"I don't want to." He stares down at you, seeing your mischievous smile hiding some genuine disappointment.
"I said earlier I wasn't going to let you get away with this. And I wont." He pulls away, but not before stealing a quick kiss. "Grab your things."
Always the strict one. But of the squad known to not follow rules; So it's not as if he hates breaking them at times.
Pulling away, you begin to try and find your clothes, Hunter wringing his hair while you shake yourself off enough to put them on and they won't become completely soaked with water by proxy. Hunter is a little bit slower than you as he has to put his armor back on as well, but he’s not much so.
At least the one with the hyper developed senses is the one sneaking back in, as it makes the quiet entrance in The Marauder that much easier once you return.
No one instantly notices you, as Tech is far too distracted in the cockpit working. Wrecker is still sleeping, as is Omega, and presumably Echo is somewhere in the far back of the ship either working, or taking a breather. He often times does so since a full cycle of sleep seems to still be hard for him, which is understandable.
Neither of you are complaining; It makes it easier for the both of you to get inside with being question where you went.
But while Hunter technically had a nap earlier, you hadn’t, so you’re more than a little tuckered out after everything. Quite quickly you move to slip into your bunk after you pull off your boots, before you realize you could sneak a bit of time in Hunter's instead.
So you silently move and swap to his bunk, but before he has a chance to join you...
“Hunter?”
He hears Tech call his name, and leaves you to go see what he needs. Not before sighing at Tech's both terrible and incredible timing. A few minutes earlier for that call, and he might've realized both of you were missing.
The moment Hunter enters the cockpit and asks what he could possibly need Tech doesn’t look up at him, instead continuing to tinker while speaking.
“I didn’t know you’d woken back up; Would you perhaps give me a hand? Unfortunately I need another pair for this.”
Hunter takes a quick glance back towards you and sees you gently wave, smiling at him as you swing your feet back and forth. You can wait a few moments while he does this. Even if he'd rather you didn't have to, as he'd much rather be there than helping with whatever this mess of tangled wires and metal bits is.
Looks kind of dangerous, even by Tech standards.
Just as he begins to take a kneel in order to help Tech looks up, and Hunter’s eyes lock with his for a moment.
Tech squints behind the tempered glass of his googles.
“Why is your hair wet? Me nor Echo hear the refresher shower running.”
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ronqueesha · 1 year
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Rubbing the Wrong Way
I'm back for Kinktober, baybee!!!
The first story is something overdue by a year. I've wanted to write something starring my Cyberpunk 2077 OC Zoe Iwasaki and @halkuonn's Dante for the longest time. We've had the idea that since they both share the Corpo origin, that they were co-workers at Arasaka. And it was random chance that decided which of them their boss picked for the fateful hit job that would forever change their life.
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But we also knew from the start that Zoe and Dante would not be work buddies, not friends, nor share anything but a deep burning hatred for each other.
The PERFECT setup for some filthy and angry sex.
Fuckin’ Zoe saw him squirm, so she pushed again, emboldened by the retaliation for his remarks. “I’ve seen what she likes to watch on the net. You’re hookin’ up with one kinky bitch, you know that? Got a dog collar with your name engraved on it, I bet. She call you a good boy while leading you around on a leash?” “No more than you’re a good girl for Daddy Jenkins. Must be real thirsty work having your lips wrapped around our boss' cock all day. What else does he make you swallow?” To his surprise, Zoe did not fire back with another insult. Instead, she got to her feet in a motion that should have wrenched her knees and pulled a dozen muscles. But spite and no doubt some help from her top-tier chrome fueled the move. She got so close to Dante he could feel her breath huffing against his sweat-soaked shirt. The real peppermint scent of her mouthwash, not the fake shit, filled his breath.  “This how it’s gonna be? We gonna spend this whole fucking assignment trying to get under each other’s skin by seeing who’s the bigger whore? What’s the contact going to think if we’re still going at it tomorrow morning? If you fuck this up in any way, I swear you’re gonna go back to that penthouse of yours in a body bag.” The words she spoke would have frozen hell over with the amount of cold hatred that flowed out of her. Dante knew he had struck a nerve.  “What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Dante loomed over his much shorter co-worker, leveraging his height and muscles like a wolf puffing itself up to ward off a potential threat. The last word of his sentence came out less like a question, and more like a growl, bared fangs and all. 
The full story is here on my Pillowfort. As always with my smut, I put all of the relevant tags in bold at the very start. Please read them and decide for yourself if this is a smut story you'd like to read.
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broodwolf221 · 8 months
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dadwc prompts and info
general info:
no character death
i prefer romantic or platonic
pls specify prompt list ur using
ot3/poly prompts welcome
platonic or solo prompts also welcome
au:
the dread scapegoat: in this au setup, dirthamen is the dread wolf, but solas takes on the mantle to protect him; he also carries much of the burden. but it is more about a rebellion brewing within the evanuris rather than one enacted from outside it
general prompts:
rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)
sentences
micro story (please send the word/phrase)
medieval/fantasy sentences
deep conversations
people who aren't used to kindness
vague prompts: eerie edition
quote prompts:
as said by cassandra pentaghast
as said by dorian pavus
as said by solas
as said by merrill
fluff/romance/smut prompts:
fluff
50 types of kisses
sleeping
cuddles and snuggles
smutfic (please send word/phrase)
angst/whump prompts:
what are you hiding from me?
eerie loneliness
heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)
patching up wounds
other prompts:
oc codex
fantasy setting
characters:
ocs - nessa lavellan | velari lavellan | atros shiral | delwyn lavellan | valyris lavellan | halcor brosca | feydis lavellan | liall talas
dai - solas | varric | cassandra | sera | dorian | the iron bull | cole | leliana | morrigan | cullen | josephine | calpernia | flemythal | renn | valta | ameridan | talena | harding
da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill
dao - leliana | morrigan
arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain
relationships (ot3+ are welcome!):
solas x (nessa | velari | atros | valyris | varric | cassandra | cullen | bull | dorian | morrigan | calpernia | mythal* | andruil* | ghilan'nain*)
anders x fenris
cassandra x (varric | sera | leliana | solas)
dorian x (feydis | bull | solas)
morrigan x (halcor | leliana | solas)
sera x (delwyn | dagna | cassandra)
cullen x (dimitra | solas | dorian)
ghilan'nain x (andruil* | solas*)
*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory
major ocs:
nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)
velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)
atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)
delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)
valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)
liall talas (f!mage, dalish, warden, no romance)
feydis lavellan (m!mage, dorian)
dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)
halcor brosca (m!rogue, morrigan then nate)
quick oc info:
nessa - soft, stubborn af, has a daughter with solas, peaceful family life, insomuch as it can be
velari - complicated, guilt-ridden, kinky, power couple
atros - so complicated, loads of trauma, volatile, passionate about justice, on solas' side no matter what
delwyn - young, silly, grows a lot, balanced, ends up becoming a very good leader, all in for sera
valyris - older, reserved, contemplative, quick judgements but willing to reassess, non-magic healer (healer has the bloodiest hands), leads from a distance bc she's scared of caring
liall - body horror warden who's into it, macabre and morbid, curiosity as a character flaw
feydis - steady, passionate, righteous fury but very, very deep inside him, quick, dry wit
dimitra - self-sufficient, guarded, expected to become a templar but magic manifested, ended up in the circle, so many confrontations with her assumptions that she couldn't possibly count them all
halcor - rough around the edges, a bit ends justify the means, good at heart but doesn't lose sleep over bad choices, matter of fact, heart eyes about magic
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mikaharuka · 2 years
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Somehow, I don't really feel like writing today.
But fear not - I can make myself useful. That's right - Prithvi has three chapters after all and I'm in the middle of writing the second, Chandra/moon. I can just start editing the first chapter, Surya/sun. I have to do it eventually, so why not on a day when the writing mood doesn't exist? I also have to plot out Nakshatra/star - you know the T-rated Gen part of Prithvi, that is the third chapter?
Now that I think about it, my setup is hilarious. For each element:
Surya (sun) - T-rated, maybe mild-M at best, pre-slash Gen-ish stuff that is about world exploration and figuring out the dream part
Chandra (moon) - The E-rated, kinky, explicit smut that deserves all the tags and warnings I'm eventually going to slap on this thing
Nakshatra (star) - T-rated, maybe mild-M at best, Gen in all chapters except for one which is very light pre-slash between the asexual pair.
...
Like what is with this hilarious set-up? It almost feels like bait and switch, since the tags and warnings only apply to 6/18 chapters in the end. But only almost, because those 6 chapters are... fire.
No seriously. Those 6 chapters are going to break some records here.
Actually, it's also kind of a practical set-up. In theory, someone who doesn't like smut or want to read it could very well read the Surya phase to get the vibe of the dream before anything happened, then skip Chandra and jump to Nakshatra for real-life plot stuff.
And the smut lovers can reread Chandra phases however much like...
Huh, maybe I am an accidental genius at times?
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chxrrylime · 2 years
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18+, cis male reader, kurtie boy
hmmm, maybe some bondage and kidnapping... being tossed into the trunk of the car, brought to some eerie wasteland where the reader tries to escape his demise by 'giving himself over' to kurt. anything but death kinda scenario? much kinky, could be dark... up to you where you go with this ;)
↪ 1564 words — 18+ / SMUT — tw for heavy cnc roleplay/dub-c0n, kidnapping, threat of murder, gunplay, crying, mild drugging, bondage, and breath play.
Content tags — cis male submissive reader / cis male dominant Kurt / blowjobs, handjobs.
You come to with arms wrapping around your middle, pulling you with a grunt until your legs fall limply to the ground below. 
The man grabbing you almost topples over with the sudden shift in weight. You're still a little dizzy, unable to make out the words he’s saying with how your ears ring.
You were just trying to get home after a long day of work. Despite your tiredness, you’d been thankful for the eccentricity of your Spree driver, Kurt—something to mix up the monotony of a 9 to 5 dead-end job. There must’ve been something in the water he offered you. 
You’re so fucked.
You manage to blink open your eyes while your body is slowly dragged through hot dirt and sand. The sun is at a decent height in the sky, forcing you to squint at its brightness as it begins its descent towards the horizon. 
Your arms are tied in front of you, but your legs have been left free. A burst of adrenaline rushes through you at the realization and you begin to kick and wiggle in Kurt’s grasp, trying to dig your shoes into the ground and failing.
“Jesus—! Stop! S-seriously, cut it out!” Kurt urges from behind you, tightening his grip around your chest in an attempt to still you.
You give one last kick before giving up, panting in the overbearing heat of wherever he’s brought you.
It’s not worth screaming. There’s nothing around.
He finally lets go of you, letting you fall to the ground with an oomph. You roll onto your side to watch him, halfway to his car when he turns to shout back at you, “don’t move, okay?!”
You could get up and run. You can see the handgun poking out of his back pocket. 
You’re so exhausted and scared, emotions billowing over until you're quietly weeping, whole body shaking as you stare at the ground.
He comes back with a small tripod that he sets down in the sand, quickly mounting his phone onto it.
Of course he’s going to broadcast whatever he’s about to do. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hotspot set up in his fancy little Prius, what with all the cameras mounted to the inside.
“Alright, there we go, guys! Perfect framing, nice lighting… so far so good!” He monologues, stepping back from the setup as he brushes his hands clean before setting them on his hips.
He finally turns and moves behind you, pulling you up with quite the struggle until you’re kneeling.
He leans over your shoulder, uselessly wiping away tears from your cheeks with a perplexed expression, “why’re you crying?” He scoffs with a small smile, “we’re gonna be famous!”
“Please,” you rasp, “please don’t,” you’re not sure what you’re begging him not to do, but you hear him chuckle behind you all the same.
It’s not a dark laugh—not sinister in any way. It’s light and playful, like this is all just fun for him.
“That’s good! You’re really good at this. People are going to love you,” you hear the rustle of fabric and the click of metal, his tone almost genuinely saddened when he next speaks, “such a shame…”
You freeze as the cold barrel of the gun presses to your temple. 
“Wait! Wait wait wait!” You shout, trying to shift away from the pistol, “I’ll do anything, please, please,” you cry, body racking with sobs. 
He looks up at the phone camera, one hand in your hair to hold you still while the other grips the gun, his finger fidgeting dangerously over the trigger. He puckers his lips out as if he really has to think on it, rolling his head from side to side before shrugging.
“Yeah, okay,” he decides rather easily, sliding the gun back into his pocket, not even putting it on safety despite being cocked and loaded. This guy really does not know anything about gun safety, huh?
Despite it, relief floods you at the imminent danger being sheathed for the moment. It’s short-lived at the sound of a belt buckle clinking and a zipper being undone.
You tense as he crouches and grabs you by the waist, twisting your body to the side before stepping in front of you, “gotta have a good view for everyone watching, right?” He smiles, though you're more focused on the hand he has leisurely groping himself beneath his boxers.
You swallow thickly, your mouth suddenly dry, and not just from the terrible desert air.
He pushes his briefs down just enough for his already hard cock to spring free. The head is dribbling precum, slicking the way for his hand to slide up and down his flushed shaft. His foreskin bunches up and stretches over the red sticky head as he strokes himself.
The sight makes you flush from more than just embarrassment, your cock giving a reluctant little twitch in your jeans. 
Your mouth involuntarily falls open as he shuffles forward, tongue lolling out as he feeds his cock into your mouth with a low groan.
“Wow, you’re so easy,” he says with a chuckle, keening as he shoves in further and you’re forced to swallow around him, gagging a little at the intrusion, “and tight…haah—shit,” he bites his lip, throwing his head back as you suck him down.
You desperately attempt to relax your throat, choking around his cock as he guides you up and down the length of it—a little below average, but still enough to bump the soft palate of your throat.
“Didn’t think…mm, y-you’d be so eager,” he breathes out, looking down as you peer back up at him through half-lidded eyes, tears streaming down your face, lips stretched obscenely wide around his girth.
You didn’t either, some weird and twisted survival instinct maybe having kicked in. Less traumatizing if you try to enjoy it, right? You usually liked sucking cock anyways, just generally not under these circumstances.
“Th-thought maybe I’d just kill you after this, anyways,” he murmurs lowly, pulling you down onto his dick until your nose presses against the bush of his pubic hair. You whine and gag in response, struggling to pull away as your airway is cut off, “but you’re so fu—so good at this…”
You grab at his wrist, digging your nails in and clawing at his skin. He gasps at the pain, his hips giving an aborted little thrust before he’s coming with a drawn-out moan, head thrown back as he empties his load down your throat. 
You struggle to swallow it down, ropes of cum and saliva leaking from the corner of your mouth as he finally pulls himself free, giving his cock a couple of last strokes and decorating your cheek and nose with the last bit of his spend.
Your jaw hangs slack, but you still wheeze through your nose, throat feeling thick and sticky. He cups your jaw tight. You wince as he leans down to lick his cum from your face before capturing your lips in a messy but forceful kiss.
He slowly lowers until he’s kneeling in front of you, careful to keep your lips connected. You feel him smile against your mouth as you brokenly moan, his hand groping clumsily at your erection. He fumbles with your pants, moving his head to lick and suck at your neck as he pulls your cock free. 
Pleasure mixes with pain, your eyes pricking with tears from the semi-dry tug of his hand up and down your shaft. Your bound hands come up to grip at his shirt, scratching at his skin.
He seems to notice your discomfort, or maybe he doesn’t care, but he pulls back enough to let a glob of spit slip from between his lips, landing hot and wet on your cock to slick the way.
You moan loudly at the feeling, all of your earlier anxiety and terror culminating deep in your stomach, slowly turning into a manic type of pleasure as your hips begin to buck up into his fist. 
He pulls his hand away suddenly, and you feel the cool metal of the gun press against the side of your head.
“Come.”
The fear that runs through you twists, adrenaline running through your blood and going straight to your cock. It kicks heavy, your jaw falling slack with a high keen as you come. Your whole body spasms, vision going white as you clench your eyes shut. The twist ties dig into your wrists as you tug against them, your hips bucking up in a search for friction to ride through it. It’s almost painful.
You essentially blackout, floating in your mind. You’re not sure how long you’re like that, but when you come back to yourself Kurt is still kneeling in front of you. Your hands are untied, and he gently runs his fingers over the red, irritated skin of your wrists. You glance over, noticing the tripod is gone, and let out a shaky sigh.
“Okay?” He murmurs, a small smile on his face, big eyes endearing.
You give a nod of your head, letting it fall against his shoulder. The sun has started to disappear below the horizon, the air of the desert becoming cold, the breeze brushing along your heated skin. The sand is starting to cool beneath you, offering respite to your heat burnt knees.
“Thank you,” you rasp.
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accio-victuuri · 2 years
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Recent Reads Part IV.
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Here I am again listing stuff I’ve recently finished. I’m pleased to find short novels ( less than 75 chapters ) that I enjoyed. If you’re looking for something like that, then you can peek at this list. I gravitate towards fun and light reads ( mostly ). I placed the NU links for the summary/warnings/other people’s comments as well as link to the english translation of the novel. (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡
1. Outside the Law | NU LINK | English Translation
I’ll start with my favorite then. This novel impressed me with how much you can give a reader with just 15 chapters. Yes, 15. You can finish it in one sitting and it’s amazing. This was written for me. Smut, Violence, Angst, Love to the point of Obsession and a Happy ending. I’ve re-read this right after I finished it cause I can’t believe how good it is. Please read the tags tho cause it’s not a “light” read. There is also a Manhua! I really wish someone will make an AU of this for Wangxian. Lol.
2. Restricted Area | NU LINK | English Translation
The setting of this is in a prison and I don’t think I’ve ever read one with this setup. Violence is expected in this type of story but it’s tolerable and it adds to the plot. MC/ML dynamic is so good because they treat each other as equals. MC is not some helpless damsel in distress. The pacing of the story is good too and it blends the “plot” and romance really well.
3. Do you Remember My Name? | NU LINK | English Translation
FLUFF. Absolute fluff and I drowned in it. It’s the perfect example of love making you a better version of yourself. 🤍
4. Marriage Agreement | NU LINK | English Translation
I don’t think this needs much explanation— arranged marriage. just be warned of the huge age gap tho. I am a sucker for this trope in fiction only and it’s almost always guaranteed to keep me entertained. nothing ground breaking about this novel tho.
5. I got marked by A Shadow Guard | NU LINK | English Translation
Another one that doesn’t need much explanation, it’s A/B/O. A prince and his guard. *swoons* It may be short but it’s not really all about the dynamics, the author was able to lay a solid foundation for court politics.
6. Everyone thinks that I like Him | NU LINK | English Translation
It’s the kind of rom com that I can’t stop reading. It’s simple, funny and heartwarming. I like how the MC slowly realized his feelings for the ML because he got to know who he was. I have a thing for Love At first Sight stories but the way you can see how the MC views the ML from chapter 1 till the end was special. It also is technically an enemies to lovers trope, so that’s a huge plus.
7. Ex Husband’s Call | NU LINK | English Translation
Ohhhh. Falling in love with your ex-husband, such a spicy trope! 🌶 The thing is they agreed to get married for a year and if things don’t work out, they will separate. but they ended up falling in love with each other. I love it because this is what I look for when people say “mature relationship” in a story. MC/ML are in their 30s and while they do make some dumb decisions, I understand it and things work out. There is a side plot cause ML is a policeman and some other personal issues they have to resolve. I adore the MC’s kinky tendencies ! Good for him! We don’t kink shame in this house! 😂😂😂
8. Love Stops Rumors | NU LINK | English Translation
This novel solidified the fact that I enjoy reading about two dumbass characters fall in love. The situations here made me cackle because of how people misunderstood everything. It’s a fun read. ✌🏼
9. The Daily Life of being the Campus’ idol Fake Boyfriend | NU LINK | English Translation
Look. I don’t care of you give me 10 different stories with the same trope of fake relationship and I would still enjoy it. I will still angst and hold my breath, knowing they are bound to end up in a real relationship. I liked the characters here, especially Ling Ke. The disaster of him being gay but pretending to be straight, yet he has to “act” gay for this fake relationship is gold.
Stuff on my TBR, meaning I have a tab opened for it : Don’t you like me / New Times, New Hell.
Feel free to rec me your short novel favorites too! 🤍
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years
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Can you share other smutty romance novels books??
Lol, well! Sure, always.
Since you didn't specify historical only, I'll throw in some other authors for you to consider.
Helen Hoang--Maybe my favorite contemporary romance novelist? Writes about Vietnamese and biracial characters, includes a lot of ASD rep. Her first book, The Kiss Quotient, is one of my all time favorites. It focuses on a heroine with ASD who hires a sex worker to teach her how to be good at sex (she's had partners tell her that she's frigid, basically). Very hot and very sweet. He tells her she has a porn star pussy and I? For one? Find it quote romantic. The second book in the series features a virgin hero and a single mom heroine, and essentially what is an attempted arranged marriage setup from his mom? Love it. Will advise that her latest book, The Heart Principle, does deal heavily with the illness and decline of a parent, and some have argued that it's not a romance. Idk about that, but it's definitely in a gray area.
Talia Hibbert--Talia writes black (often fat) heroines, though I do want to emphasize that she writes, as far as I know, ONLY interracial romance. Not all of her heroes are white, but I don't think any of them are black; I don't want to suggest that she's writing black romance. These are strictly interracial romances. Her books also feature other types of rep... One heroine is chronically ill, one is queer, and one has ASD (with a hero with ASD as well) from what I've read thus far. These books are super hot, and not always in a conventional~ way. Act Your Age, Eve Brown features a fabulous scene with a sparkly purple dildo.
Sierra Simone--Sierra writes kinky erotic romance in a variety of different categories. My favorite book by her is Priest, which is essentially about a Catholic priest who falls in love with a woman who comes to him for confession (the book is a solo male POV, heroine is an ex-stripper, which I love). She also wrote American Queen, which kicks off a trilogy that is like... King Arthur's court meets The Kennedys meets kinky sex, I guess? It centers on a throuple featuring the president, the first lady, and the vice president. It's not for everyone, but it's definitely smutty. I also really like her novellas in the Duke I'd Like to F... and Rake I'd Like to F... collections, which are historical romance (DILF features a m/f age gap romance from her, whereas the RILF book features a m/m kidnapping romance).
Nicola Davidson--I've as of yet only read her novellas in the DILF and RILF collections, but she's very much a known entity in smutty historical romance and I want to read more. She writes a good amount of menage historical romance, and from what I understand they always feature everyone together, which I love.
Katee Robert--But of course! Katee writes erotic romance in a wide variety of different categories... My favorite from her is still the first one I read, Desperate Measures (which is Jafar/Jasmine with a ddll dubcon kidnapping vibe--its in her Wicked Villains series, which are pro-villain Disney retellings set in a dark organized crime world). She writes a good amount of menage where swords always cross, etc, as well as some f/f. She and Jenny Nordbak (whose fiction I've yet to read, but I love her memoir about her time working for a dungeon and I highly recommend it, The Scarlett Letters) just pulled off an EXTREMELY successful Kickstarter for a paranormal romance collection they're doing with four other authors. Sounds like monsterfucking!!!
Speaking of monsterfucking--C.M. Nascosta wrote the famous Morning Glory Milking Farm, which is a short book about jacking off and falling in love with minotaurs. It's quite cute and very... explicit. I know she has a mothman book out called Sweet Berries (I haven't read it yet) and I'm pretty sure her werewolf breeding book comes out on July 28.... And I'm VERY excited about that.
If you're open to old school smut, I'd recommend Elizabeth Lowell's medieval trilogy. The descriptions are a bit flowery, yes, but it's pretty hot in my opinion. There's a lot of dubcon throughout the series, and the third book (Enchanted) does feature a heroine who was raped in the past, and that's a huge plot point throughout the book. These heroes are all alphas, at certain points they're all assholes, but they do end up laid low by these women. So that's fun.
A Caribbean Heiress by Adriana Herrera--This is the first full length novel I've read by Adriana. It was really good, and there was plenty of hot sex, including one scene that took place on the Eiffel Tower.
Of course, the usual suspects I've mentioned for historical romance: Elizabeth Hoyt, Kerrigan Byrne, Tessa Dare, Scarlett Peckham, Joanna Shupe... As for others I don't think I've mentioned in this context as much...
Sophie Jordan--She writes very smutty romances, imo. Definitely some of the hotter ones published in the mainstream market. Like.... check out This Scot of Mine.
Vivienne Lorret--I've only read one book by her (How to Steal a Scoundrel's Heart), but I found it to be pretty hot and incredibly romantic.
Stacy Reid--Again, one I've only read one from (A Matter of Temptation) but I thought it was very well done and the sex was great.
Eva Leigh--She has a couple of great novellas in the DILF and RILF collections, and A Good Girl's Guide to Rakes is one of the only recent mainstream historical books I've read that uses the word "cunt", so snaps for Eva!
Jennifer Ashley--I've only read The Madness of Lord Ian MacKenzie thus far, but ugh it's super hot (also the hero has ASD).
Of course, if I like the author, I enjoy the sex scenes, because sex really matters to me in these books. So like... Sarah MacLean (especially her upcoming book), Lisa Kleypas, Julie Anne Long (not quite as explicit as some but very hot), Beverly Jenkins.
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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years
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I Wanna Be Your Slave
A/N: Here’s the next requested fic from my Dirty Little Secret – Super Kinky List! In which you and Jax are locked in a cellar and he ties you to a whipping post and whips your ass lol. Master/slave roleplay but in this fic (unlike some of my other Kinkfest fics...) Jax is actually a good guy not an absolute asshole. Title is inspired by the Måneskin song at the below link! **Please note the warnings: This fic is all about the kinks, please do not read if this is not your thing!!**
Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, dom!Jax, bondage, master/slave kink, spanking, whipping Request: This Dirty Little Secret request (anon)
Word Count: ~3.8k
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Note: As explained in this post, this ‘Dirty Little Secret’ series consists of fics that I had originally written for another character/celebrity, which I’m repurposing for characters of Charlie! So if the characterization ever seems a little off please don’t judge me too harshly 🙂 ALSO note that this fic is just straight up shitty – I wrote most of it years ago without giving a fuck and am not bothering with improving the quality, I sort of used to rhyme back then but not consistently so it’s a shitshow really, I’m just shoving Jax into the setup for this fic with zero context literally, and I realize that the kinks in this fic are totally not mainstream and super filthy, so for once it’s really refreshing that I’m not gonna be sitting around hoping that people will shower my writing with praises or that this fic will explode in popularity 🙃
**Please note warnings above**
Triggering content after ‘Keep reading’ cut…
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You're trapped in a cellar. 
With Jax Fucking Teller.
There's a whole fucking story behind how the two of you got here—some shit involving stolen guns, some rival gang that hates the Sons, your father being all politically significant and powerful enough that you're now being held as ransom—and you should be crippled with fear. But this tall blonde bastard is so fucking handsome. You've been crushing on him for years. And nothing else matters right now when you're so fucking horny for him that you're damn near to tears.
He looks and smells goddamn divine. You know that's not the kind of thought that should be running through your mind. Not here, stricken with fear for your safety. It's crazy. But losing yourself in desire for Jax just feels... fucking unreal. So damn good. Better than it should. It's comforting, or something. Dangerously comforting. In his presence, you don't even care if it doesn't make sense.
Ever since you got stuck in this mess, you've been clinging to him in the darkness. Clutching his flannel-clad arms in a tight grasp which quickly turns into a desperate caress. Through the cloth you can feel the incredible bulge of his biceps and God it's just...
"It's okay, darlin'," he says. Shifts to give you the comfort you crave as you bury your face in his broad sculpted chest. Presence warming and calming. Even after what's happened this morning, you somehow feel safe in the arms of the crown prince of Charming. It's totally fucked to be honest. "Hey, I'll get us out of this. Promise."
The silent answer in your head is beyond shameless. But here with your cheek pressed against his firm pecs... shuddering in bliss as you breathe in his mouthwatering manly essence... flooding between your legs, 'cause he is pure fucking sex... you could honestly just live and die in this man's godlike presence. You bite your tongue to fight the shit you really want to say, keeping it back. Please don't, Jax... don't get us out of this—I want to stay...
Neither of you has any clue yet that you're bound to serve Jax Teller in this cellar as his filthy little slave today.
With one hand still gripping his strong upper arm you reach up with the other, wrapping it over his leather-bound shoulder, clasping at the back of his neck and clinging to his strong sturdy body like ivy to brick. You can feel a faint layer of sweat on his neck that you're instantly dying to lick.
Your senses are reeling. Here, with him as you give voice to a wild irrational fear, you can't deny that dread isn't the only thing you're feeling. You'll take life-threatening danger if it comes with the reward of you and Jax fucking. "... are they gonna sell us as sex slaves or something?"
The hottest sound you've ever heard bursts softly from his throat. It's low and quiet, caught between a breathy laugh and breathless groan. You bite down on your lip then to stifle your own slutty moan. His bright blue eyes meet yours and you can feel the heat burning beneath, and from the way his tongue traces along the edges of his teeth, you can tell the answer to your question is no.
That's not the answer you want, though. It's precious that Jax doesn't already know. Some part of him probably does but hell if it won't take a little more for him to let it show.
You're gonna give him more than just a little more.
With a bat of your lashes, your flirtiest dirtiest smile flashes; you drop to your knees before him like a whore.
"Oh f—" he mutter, too shocked to even utter the full curse, sapphire eyes wide in wonder, "what are..."
"Practice," you purr as you lick your lips, eager hands framing his hips. "If I'm gonna be a sex slave then I think I should practice performing... service..."
Jax sucks in a sharp hiss as you bury your face in the crotch of his jeans, massaging his dick through the denim with your doting mouth till he's harder than he's ever been.
"Practice makes... perfect, doesn't it?" you say as you savor the smell and the feel of his meat. Good enough to eat. "Though you already are, Jax. Every inch of you is perfect. That's a hard fucking fact."
Jax throws his head back, huge cock throbbing with a luscious twitch. "Son of a bitch..."
"Mmm, make me your bitch, Jax. Please. I wanna be your slave. Serve you in every way. It's what the slut inside me needs... and craves..." you shamelessly confess as your hands set to work on his fly to unleash the glory of Jax Teller. "Nothing else even matters today. We're here now all alone together, in this shady little cellar..."
When his cock springs free you could swear that this piece of meat is your entire life's purpose. All set to be worshiped and serviced, because his delicious existence demands and deserves it. He's so. Fucking. Perfect.
You gaze up at his gorgeous face as you melt in his presence, and finish your sentence. "... so let's make it fucking worth it."
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The first order you take from Jax Teller, as he finally falls into his role as your master right here in this cellar... is to get your filthy hands off of his dick. You are not to touch it till you've fucking earned it. Like a dog, like the bitch that you are, he tells you to just sit. 
To stay down on your knees and to not move an inch, not even turn your head as he strides toward the far wall behind you, brutally keeping his beautiful self beyond your field of vision for a minute. 
You bite your lip, listening to the footsteps and movements that he won't let you witness. Rustling noises. You hope that he's stripping off his stupid clothes. That when you see him next, he'll be towering over you gorgeously naked.
And God yes, he is, when he returns at last to stand before his bitch. You groan in sheer bliss as your awestruck eyes try to take in every last flawless inch of his smooth, glowing skin. There is just... too much perfection. You couldn't even process the divine glory of Jax in a whole damn lifetime, let alone one split second.
Hypnotized though you are by him, your gaze then shifts to notice what he's holding, and... holy shit. Apparently he hadn't gone to the far wall just to undress. 
He had taken stock of the supplies and other items stored down in this shady cellar and he has returned bearing gifts: a coil of rope, long and thick, and a wicked-looking leather whip.
"Like what you see, huh?" he taunts, no doubt referring to both his new toys and his nude body, especially his dick. "Kinky little bitch. Now get up and strip."
"Yes, Master," you blurt out, rising to your feet, hastening to obey his order.
"Bad slave. You are not to speak until I say you can," Jax commands, taking a deliberate step toward you. With both rope and whip clutched in one fist, he reaches to cup your chin with his other hand. "Do you fucking understand?"
Fighting your burning urge to scream yes sir, somehow you keep your lips sealed and just nod your head.
Jax's blazing blue gaze devours your face as his fingers descend to frame your jawbone, then to close around your throat. "That's a good slut. Keep that dirty mouth shut. Or else you're gonna suffer some serious punishment."
Fuck—hearing him talk like this, while he strangles your neck in his dominant fist, is too much. You've become a trembling mess beneath his touch.
"Mmm, look at you shaking. Desperate piece of shit. I'm starting to think that maybe punishment…" he whispers in your ear as he tightens his grip around your neck, "...is what you fucking want."
Oh God, your inner voice grunts, struggling not to say it aloud. In the most painfully perfect way, the fact that he's choking you now actually makes it easier to stay silent.
His husky growl and twisted words are sending waves of pleasure through your body, hitting all the spots you never knew you had and soaking up your cunt.
"Yeah, you're begging for it. Already ignoring your master's orders. Disobedient bitch," he scoffs, shoving you up against a nearby wall, his every movement rough and quick. "Didn't I tell you to strip?"
Before you can even manage to nod at him, still just staring, Jax's hand drops from your neck down to the fabric of the fancy buttoned cardigan you're wearing. Your daddy is rich, so you typically dress like a spoiled little bitch.
"Need me to show you how to do it? You that fucking stupid?" he sneers, suddenly yanking it off you with just a few effortless jerks of his wrist. "Now take off the rest. And then go stand against that beam. Hands on the wood, head down, with your ass facing me."
Jax steps away, sharp blue glare dark and daunting as he watches his slave scurry to obey. In a matter of seconds, your clothes and shoes have been flung off, and you practically throw yourself against the wooden beam, grabbing the jagged surface desperately, wincing as the splinters graze your fingers. Even that sharp little sting feels good, because this is what Jax wanted.
You keep your head bent low, bowed submissively per your master's orders, breathing shallow as you feel his presence coming toward you from behind, steady and slow. A gasp slips past your throat when you feel his calloused hands upon your wrists, binding your hands to the beam with the thick, heavy rope. The knots securing you in place are strong and tight, expertly tied. This must not be his first time doing this, you realize, beyond turned on by his well-practiced dominance. By just what a masterful master he is.
"Mmm. You look so fucking pretty like this," he rasps, leaning over your body with his massive cock grinding into your ass, sliding against the crack so that you can feel the tip of it, swollen and wet, hovering over the small of your back. One of his hands tugs at your hair, arching your neck backward a bit as his lips attack the soft skin of your throat in a harsh, biting kiss. "Beautiful baby girl, all bound up naked and aching to be punished. You gonna take it? Good and hard, just like the slave you know you are? Gonna be a good little bitch?"
His hot mouth teases at the corner of your lips, knowing how badly you want to kiss him, to taste him, fucking torturing you with it. Though his firm grip on your hair is anchoring your head right where he pleases, you're sure that he can feel the way you struggle now to bob it up and down, to give him your wholehearted yes.
"Yeah, that's it. Ever done this before, you dirty whore? This sweet ass ever taken a beating?"
You're not quite sure how to answer that—certain guys from your past have given your ass a few smacks, here and there, when you asked... but you don't know if that kind of thing really counts as a beating. The dynamic with them was never nearly as brutal and degrading. And they had only ever used their hands; no toys or torture instruments.
"Can't even answer the question? Dumb little bitch," Jax snickers as his face moves away from your neck, standing to his full height behind you, then stepping back so that his dick is no longer brushing against your crack, leaving you feeling emptier than ever at his absence. "Not that it matters. 'Cause I'm sure you ain't ever been beaten like this."
Ohhh shit, you think, inhaling through your teeth with a loud hiss as you feel the first soft touch of leather on your skin, his wicked fucking whip. For now he is just devilishly teasing you with it, tracing lines down your back with the tip.
"This what you want, slut? Gonna need to hear you beg for it," he orders, his other hand still tangled in your hair, pulling your skull more sharply back. "Go on. Open that filthy fucking mouth and tell me what you want."
"Thank you, Master," you whimper, letting all your shameless words fall out. "I want you. God, I want you to beat me. Hurt me. Please. I want pain, if it will bring you pleasure, sir. I want my punishment."
"Mmmmn," Jax growls, clearly incredibly aroused, and you could seriously cum just from that sound. "Bet you do, bitch. Let's see just how bad you want it, huh? See how wet you've gotten. Needy little cunt."
You've already been dripping now, for more minutes than you can count. The next sound you hear is a soft thud, which you're guessing is the whip having been cast down to the ground. Jax needs his right hand free to start going to town on your pussy.
The words that have just come out of his mouth, coupled with the feeling of his fingers making contact with your slick mound, sliding over your clit, slipping into your slit and stirring you up, swirling your wet heat around, then plunging three digits in knuckles deep, pushing in and back out slowly first before he starts to fucking pound... this just brings all the walls inside you crashing down. Floodgates in you burst open on the instant as your arousal uncontrollably gushes out. It's killing you to stay silent through all of this, but you don't dare disobey his orders, don't dare make a sound.
"Holy fuuuck," Jax grunts as he pulls his hand off of your cunt. "So wet. Tight pussy squirting all over your master. Such a dirty fucking slut."
He reaches over you to shove his sloppy, sticky fingers in your mouth, your cheek pressing against the wooden beam, as you obediently suck them clean. You're not usually one to enjoy your own flavor that much, but fuck, it tastes better than ever now that you are being fed by him, the sex god of your dreams.
Then as soon as his fingers pull out, he leans in and angles your head toward him so that he can kiss your mouth, and holy—wow. 
You know right away that you could never get enough of the feel of his full, luscious lips against yours, the taste of his talented tongue as it fucking invades and explores. He hums and groans into the kiss, sending resonant vibrations of his dominance down your throat and all over your mouth, and damn, you kind of really want to die right now.
But you don't. Of course, not yet. More than anything you're still desperate for your punishment.
"Fucking perfect little slave," Jax snarls as he pulls away, and you can hear him squatting down behind you to pick up his whip. 
Before he does, while he's down there on his haunches, he takes the chance to manhandle your ass cheeks, groping firmly and then biting down on one of them, pausing to admire the mark that he made on your flesh with his ravenous teeth, then giving that spot a wet, open-mouthed kiss, and finally a sharp, stinging slap. Your knees buckle from how much you fucking liked that.
"Slut," he chuckles as he gives that cheek a few more smacks, each harder than the last. He makes sure to give the same sweet kinky treatment to the other cheek, biting and kissing then spanking both halves with his big, sturdy hands before he finally picks up his whip, one palm still groping your ass as he stands.
"Ready to feel this whip lashing your pretty little ass?" Jax dominantly asks. "Tell me, slave. How many do you want."
You're so blissed out right now that you barely have control over your lolling tongue. "Uh... uh—a lot."
"That's not a number, slut. Give me a number you can fucking count."
"Ughhhh..." you groan out as he trails the strip of leather wickedly against your ass, "...umm, a hundred?"
A soft laugh escapes his throat. "That's cute. You must be new to this, darlin'. I'm not about to beat you dead."
Some part of you right now kind of likes the sound of that. Which is maybe... sort of... bad? Jax is still talking, so for better or for worse, you don't have time to dwell on that.
"I can do a hundred. But only if each one is... weak... and soft..." he tells you, bending over your body to press his lips against your face again, kissing your cheek, tender and sweet. "Is that what you want? Or does this filthy bitch want it hard?"
His mouth has descended to bite down on your neck as he says it, causing you to cry out in bliss. "Fuck yes, please—hard!"
Jax huffs out another sexy little laugh. "That's what I fucking thought. I'm gonna give you ten to start," he offers, leaving wet kisses on the smooth skin that he'd bitten. "Ten nice and hard. That sound good, baby girl? And you just tell me if you want more. Or... if it's too much, if you ever want me to lighten up, or stop—"
"I won't," you blurt out. "God, Jax, I want... I need you to just fucking beat my ass off."
"Mmmn. Babe, you are fucking amazing, you know that?" he growls, fondly nuzzling your neck for a second before he pulls back, standing behind you, with his rock hard cock once again hovering over your crack. "But Jax ain't my name right now. Is it. What do you call me, slut."
You cringe at your own unforgivable error. "Master. I'm so sorry, sir."
"Yeah, you better be, bitch," he snarls, as the whip that has been gliding delicately over your body suddenly lifts away from your skin. "Fucking take it."
Holy—fucking—shit. The sharp, searing pain that you feel in that instant is so goddamn perfect. Electric, explosive, exquisite. Everything Jax is. Your life as you know it is finished; you live only to serve and to worship this god of a man who deals out such sweet punishment. You love it. You love him.
The rugged velvet sound of his voice in this moment just deepens your love for him, heightens your pleasure. "Count 'em for me, whore," he orders ruthlessly. "Want more?"
"One... Thank you, sir," you sigh, hazy from the incredible high. "Please, Master. More."
For a hell of a long time, Jax gives you everything you beg him for. And every second of the pleasurable pain is so damn dirty, so damn pure, completely perfect. But you both know that, given what a desperate slut and dedicated slave you are, you will literally never want him to stop. So Jax is the one who hits pause, when he decides he should. 
You never wanted it to end, but this is what your master wants—so as much as it saddens you, still you just give in, and still it feels good.
"Damn, baby," he breathes, dropping the whip, gently kneading your ass as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses up your spine with his soft, sinful lips. "Guess I should've known better than to ask you for a number. Such a good little slave. But we're gonna stop here, okay?"
"Yes, Master," you whisper.
"You know why we're gonna stop?" he teases as his mouth reaches the back of your neck. "It's not just because I'm done with beating you. Nah, the real reason is that... there's something even better I've been dying to do."
Part of you already knows what it is. And all of you wants it. Needs it.
Jax tilts your head to claim your mouth in a kiss, as his huge dick aligns with your soaking wet slit. "Mmmn. That's it, bitch," he moans into your lips. "Gonna fucking fuck you."
Every damn thing about Jax Teller is literally magic. So, as his massive cock basically breaks your body in half, as his heavy balls slap up against your cunt with each ferocious thrust so hard and fast, as his dominant hands grope and grab all over your just beaten ass... every inch of you feels so damn blessed upon contact. 
You can't imagine any better way to recover from your punishment. Not that you ever really want to recover from it—mostly you just want more and more of it—but no matter what you want, healing is what you need. 
And Jax heals just as well as he hurts. Even better, in fact. 
Once he's done fucking your pussy rough and dirty, shooting his divine cum deep inside you just the way you beg him to, he unties your ropes and then spends the next hour or so kissing and caressing and cuddling with you, massaging your ravaged ass cheeks with his hands and mouth, taking you to heaven when that sweet mouth eats you out, and even when he lets you worship his cock the way you've been dying to do, even when he grabs your head and fucks your face before he explodes down your throat, even then it still feels like healing. You both really needed that feeling.
He lifts you up to kiss you, deep and slow, on the lips before you are even done swallowing his cum. You let yourself drown in that beautiful face, hoping that Jax knows how damn good he tastes. How perfect he is in every way. That he is a fucking god, that everyone on earth should kneel before him as his slave.
When the kiss finally ends, as you both try to catch your breath for a few seconds, the cold hard fact of your predicament sets in again.
"We should probably put some clothes on, babe," he says, coming down from the high of his sex-heated haze. "Then I've gotta work out a way to escape."
You can tell that Jax sincerely meant it, when he'd promised he would save you from this place, and you don't doubt it for a minute. 
Still, there's no denying that you two are stuck in the middle of some serious deep shit. But after having experienced such punishment and pain and pleasure, such submission and service, such sex and love with Jax Teller, today down in this cellar—which you're pretty sure would not have happened under any other circumstances ever...
"Well," you sigh, breathing in his scent for what you hope won't have to be the final time before you die, "whatever happens next, Jax, this was..."
"Definitely," he cuts in to interrupt you with a few passionate kisses, then smiles down at you so devilishly it's delicious. So hellish it's heavenly. Finishes your sentence and it's just so fucking perfect. "Fucking worth it."
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… Sooo I know that was SUPER kinky shit, but I hope there are some filthy bitches who enjoyed it, and would love to hear if you did!! 😅❤️
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Anders/Hawke fic rec list
I tend to veer towards handers fics that highlight Anders' willpower, his heart for the refugees and for the oppressed, his cleverness. He was a spirit healer first and foremost.
Fics with asterisks* are those that I've come back to, or think about often. ^marks fics written in the modern plague (aka within the last 2 or so years).
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WC <10k
^a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair by amells (aeviternal). Hawke and Anders are very happy to be together. Fluff and smut.
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WC 10-25k
^sweet painted lady by Adarian. "Instead of becoming a mercenary or a smuggler, Hawke instead accepts work from Madame Lusine and spends a year working at the Blooming Rose." With this setup, F!Hawke meets Anders.
^Collision by dismalzelenka. Spicy first meeting fic for the Handers gift exchange. Fic rec post here.
Between the Shadow and Me by Ferasha. M!Hawke. This was a very interesting fic posing Hawke and Anders in a May/December romance. Never heard of Salieri Syndrome before this fic.
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WC 25k-50k
for who would lose, though full of pain, this intellectual being* by angel_deux. After fleeing Kirkwall, Anders is made tranquil. Separate fic rec post here.
^You're the Best Thing I Never Knew I Needed by TheMoments (TBs_LMC).
Summary: The same day Anders, Varric, Fenris and Hawke return from the Deep Roads, Hawke’s world spirals out of control, complete with betrayals from unexpected corners. The one man she turns to suddenly becomes the best thing she never knew she needed…and not entirely through his own doing.
Notes: Very Anders positive fic and optimistic about mage rights.
Still Intact, I See! by TCRegan. Canon AU in that Hawke meets Anders in the Deep Roads.
It was an interesting setting; I don't read that many fics with a world state where the Hero of Ferelden is kind of a jerk. This fic really tugged at my heartstrings, reminding me that Anders spent a whole year in solitary confinement.
MUD AND SAND and its sequel GODS OF ANTIVA by spicyshimmy. Tevinter AU, non-Justice Anders.
The former has its own fic rec post here. Both were originally written as a fill on the DA kinkmeme, so expect some kinky scenes. I thought it a very interesting look into what it means to trade one form of slavery for the other, and how restless Anders might become in a society that practices inequality even though he personally might not be victimized by that form of inequality.
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WC 50k-100k
Red Right Hand by Khirsah. "Aggressive Warrior Hawke is a hard man to say no to." Merits its explicit rating. This fic inspired me to replay as Aggressive Hawke.
SECOND AS A FARCE by spicyshimmy.
Summary: Originally written as a fill on the Dragon Age Kinkmeme. On one of his many escapes from the Circle, Anders runs into Malcolm Hawke, and becomes an honorary member of the family. Sometime between the ages of eighteen and twenty, Garrett Hawke became a man. Not just any man, either. Possibly the man, a specimen Anders had only ever read about in the romance novels his old friend Karl Thekla kept hidden behind the histories of Shartan and the Exalted Marches.
Notes: Oblivious non-Justice Anders. This involves Dragon Age: Awakening. The awkwardness of crushing on your adoptive sibling!
Oblivious Narrator, friends to lovers, mutual pining.
AU fics
Cinderanders by jullikesmagpies, mesitka. M!Hawke. WC 10,111. Fairy Tale AU. Top-tier crack in which Anders goes to a ball.
False Starts by insanity_by_proxy. F!Hawke. WC 14,667. Modern with Magic AU. "Five times Anders really should have just asked Hawke out, and one time she beats him to it."
^Darkfeathers by Dark and Stormy (betagyre). F!Hawke. WC 14,821. Avvar AU, secondary Cullen/Trevelyan. Anders is a lonely Augur of Darkfeather Hold.
Of Baskets of Flowers, Stray Cats, and Minefields: An Unusual Love Story by Gwyn_Paige. F!Hawke. Modern AU. Very fluffy!
Temptations of the Wicked by mevima, un-shit-yourself (fenix-down). WC 144,237. Modern Priest AU with Father Anders. I personally haven't finished this fic but I can imagine that it can hit all the right buttons for people. Merits its mature rating with the growing BDSM relationship between Anders and M!Hawke.
^Night Shift by ghostbunny. M!Hawke. WC 194,309. Vampire AU. Separate fic rec post here.
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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 8 | February 14th –February 20th
Welcome to week 8 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.
Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.
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My Masterlist
My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy
Stuff I Posted This Week:
Dr. Darcy Lewis Playlist — Dr. Lewis – Astrophysics, Hacker, Music and Dog Lover, Nerd, and Hero
Bucky Barnes
(Mini) Series:
Man of the House 🐈 Pt. 3 by @literate-lamb » Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader & Dark!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader — A racket in the attic leads to a discovery of old memories. Your dissatisfaction leads you to a forgettable night. | First of all, my bad on not seeing that this had been updated, I’m so bummed I didn’t see this sooner. Second of all, this sent chills all over my body. The smut in this was so good and so it was just the right amount of thrilling/scary. I can’t wait to see what happens next!
Run To You Ch.3 🪙 Ch. 4 🪙 Ch. 5 🪙 Ch. 6 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Everytime I see this story updated I get excited, and I also love how the reader is not a damsel. (Feb 18. Ch. 6) Oh my gosh that was intense but so good, thank you for making me laugh at the end. I felt like it was just what we needed! I can’t wait to see how things go!
Watch Out For The Quiet Ones by @eurynome827 » College AU Jock!Bucky x Reader — Bucky doesn’t keep it a secret that he slept with you, but he tells everyone you had a great night, that’s a lie, you faked it. Upset you tell the truth, he’s dead set on making things right with you. | This was straight to the point hot. It was almost like you could have read it in a coming of age book or seen it in a movie, with our the detailed smut scene having been in it. I would read it just for the smut alone but read it for the plot in a whole.
Watch Out For The Quiet Ones: 2 by @eurynome827 » Collece AU Sub/Jock!Bucky Barnes x Reader — A continuation from part one, but this time Bucky is back to make up for neglecting what could be the jealous reader and she has a creative way for him to do that. | I’m not usually into reading stories where Bucky is a Sub unless it’s Stucky x Reader, but this was just so good.
One-Shots:
Birthday Briefing by @drabblewithfrannybarnes » Bucky Barnes x Reader » You want your birthday gifts and you want it now. It just happens to benefit Bucky. | Carly did so good and I really loved it.
Gods and Monsters by @sweeterthanthis » Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Reader — After being kidnapped you wake strapped to a table, next thing you know you’re just an offering for the “masterpiece,” to be bred. | This one shot made me sad but in a good way if that makes sense. You want to comfort Bucky so badly while beating up every Hydra agent while at it. Thank you Lau for the beautiful piece!
The Setup by @justagirlinafandomworld » FireFighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Still heartbroken from your last relationship, romance and relationships are far off from your radar. But your friend has taken it upon herself to set you up on a surprise blind date. God only knows where it can go from there. | I had Sebastian from The Little Mermaid singing Kiss The Girl in my head by the end of reading this. I absolutely adored this fluffy piece of writing and would definitely recommend it to anyone who is just in need of something sweet.
Alpinee Has Logged Off by @iraot » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky had been neglecting his girlfriend lately and playing video games with his pals, he needs to make it up to her. | Pure smut, really good smut.
Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you. | It’s so fluffy, that I’m not crying, you are!
All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part. | This is so beautifully written, I almost felt as if I was actually watching it on my TV not reading it. It’s Dark and the smut is oh so juicy.
Lee Bodecker
Drabbles:
New Contract by @fuel-joy » Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — Reader just wants to get signed to a new agency but Producer Lee Bodecker just doesn’t want to make it easy for you. | This was short and really good! The end was also a surprise.
Chris Evans
Headcanons:
Dodger’s Day Out by @nony-bear » Chris Evans x Reader ft. Dodger Evans — You and Chris take Dodger to the dog park on a cold winter day. | It’s so fluffy and it has Dodger in it! What more could you ask for?
Steve Rogers
(Mini) Series:
The Riverter by @pagesoflauren » Steve Rogers x Reader — After escaping Hydra, you assist Dr. Erskine in helping Steve Rogers become Captain America. When Erskine is assassinated, you think your WWII career is over. Unfortunately, the SSR and Hydra are not done with you yet. | I really should have gone to bed, but instead I decided to binge read the four chapters and I can’t wait to find out just what Hydra is really up to. Lauren you really are an amazing writer!
One-Shots:
No Scrubs by @the-iceni-bitch » Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — You try to keep Steve from dying of boredom at an Avengers charity gala. | Reader is badass? Check. Funny Thor? Check. Really good smut that you wish didn’t end? Check and check.
Andy Barber
One-Shots:
Just for Mrs Barber by @donutloverxo » Andy Barber x Reader — Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines. | Fluffy and smutty just the way I like it. Thank you for the Valentine’s Day treat Berry! 💗
Stucky
(Mini) Series:
Caged, Bruised and Broken Ch. 3 by @river-soul » Dark!Stucky x Reader — A lonely scientist who is currently working on trying to find a breakthrough with Erskine’s serum catches the eye of Steve and Bucky, who are looking for the perfect wife. They’ll make her love them, whether she wants to or not. [Noncon, breeding, violence, psychological distress and explicit sex. 18+ only.] | This chapter had me in tears for some reason, even while the smut was so damn good. I can’t tell you how many emotions I go through while reading this series and it’s only 3 chapters in. READ IT!
One-Shots:
Sweet as Honey and Wine by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes — You’re the sweetest valentine anyone could ever ask for. Steve can’t wait to gift you to Bucky. His best pal deserves a treat. | Let me just say, what you think is going to happen doesn’t happen. I don’t want to confuse you too much but this is just too good not to read. The smut was also short and sweet!
Divided We Fall by @navybrat817 » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes — You sided with Steve Rogers during The Accords and sympathized with Bucky Barnes. When you found out they left Tony for dead in Siberia, you realize you didn’t know the super soldiers as well as you thought. And you had no idea that they planned to keep you by their side…forever. | All I’m just going to say is that very ending you don’t see coming and the smut in this is very good.
Little Minx by @saiyanprincessswanie » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader x Darkish!Bucky Barnes — Dark!Steve drugs the reader with sex pollen and has his way with her multiple times. Bucky finds out what Steve is doing and tries to convince him that it is wrong. But, once Steve shows Bucky how good the reader is during drugged sex he can’t help but have his way with her too. | I would have to say very hot, and definitely a good way to end the day.
Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught? | I did not see that coming, also the smut was just so good. *chefs kiss* (I can’t link this so..)
Misc.
One-Shots:
Loyalty by @navybrat817 » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader x Darkish!Bucky Barnes — Loyalty is something you’ve learned to both loathe and appreciate. | I really appreciate it when I’m reading something and it gives me chills and this did it. The smut is good but the connection between reader and Bucky makes this so good. I’m hoping for maybe a second part, if there isn’t, that’s okay.
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Thirsty fangirl here🙋‍♀️ who's humbly asking for wild top Percy fics, please 🙏. #percico
Okay, hope this will quech ya!
Salt: The setup is Percy and Nico hang out. Percy's not aware Nico is gay and tries teasing him a bit, only for both to get more into it than Percy expected. Just PWP.
Claiming: Omegaverse. Percy gets a little possessive when another Alpha tries to flirt with Nico.
Cherry Coke: Mortal AU. Percy and Nico have a one-night-stand at a party without knowing each other's names. Percy is a little OoC, but the smut itself is really good.
Those are the ones I can think of, there's also Sold, a smut fic where Rich Percy saves Nico from slavery by "buying" him, but it's a dead fic. Still, if you're only in it for the kinky scenes, it's a very good read.
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For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?
🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?
Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.
To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:
Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.
Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)
Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.
Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.
I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.
So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)
After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.
I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.
I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.
I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.
🍑Do you/would you write smut?
Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.
Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.
Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).
📒 Any Fics Planned?
Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.
Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.
Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.
Ask me about my writing processes and stories!
I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.
Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.
I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.
Among those include:
A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).
Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.
Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.
I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.
I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:
Anna
Doug
Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)
More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore
I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.
I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.
I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.
Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:
The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.
Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?
Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.
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