#so I can't help inserting that in every fic I write of them

[syrupsyche]

exr cellmates au?!?!?!? i'd love to hear about that!!!

You know this already but much of this AU is thanks to "visiting hours" 💞💞 so thank you!! Always interesting to explore how exR interacts when they sit down and actually Talk 😭 Even if it means one/both of them are literally trapped there.

Here's another snippet!! I've sent it into the dicord before but I'm not sure if you've seen it :D I love to write Grantaire doing things for Enjolras/for his sake while having absolutely no idea why he's doing it. After all, he simply "admire[s] his opposite by instinct" :3

Thank you for the ask!! ❤️🫶

[silasours]

% 1 ━ Yours Deerly, A .

#chapters : [ previous | next ] #cw : your unique soul that piqued the great alastor's interest; he decided to write letters just for you until you finally reach hell. alastor x gn reader. may include adult themes and mild swearing. #note : quick thank you to @sea-bunniii for helping me with the fic title :3 this is the series I talked about, lmk if you'd like to be tagged! enjoy.

there is nothing around you but darkness for as long as you can remember now.

you never really understood what was happening; you tried pulling yourself out of this pitch-black surrounding but failed. you tried to speak but can't seem to utter a word from your parted lips. you rely on your hearing to keep track of your surroundings, but there's something in particular to note after quite some time. there were times when a strange, muffled radio static voice rang through your ears, words never clear enough for you to comprehend what it was trying to say. times when you'd see a blurred figure standing before you, but never clear enough for even a rough appearance, let alone a name.

millions of possibilities would run through your mind endlessly about them. is this a message for you, or are you just gradually losing your mind and hallucinating? you often try your best to push those thoughts aside while listening to the people around you who talk about your condition. but that, too, didn't bring you any good news. every day you would hear about how your life is merely hanging by a thin thread, that they might lose you any minute as they speak.

you mentally sigh, hoping that death would just swallow you up whole now instead of taking its sweet time. maybe by then, you'll finally gain your freedom back.

"hm." the radio demon squints his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the thin cane he holds. yet another failed attempt. he lifts a hand from the cane and opens his palm, an eerily green glow appears on top until it forms a certain line of words. "looks like this little soul is back in the human world for the time being."

it has been a month since alastor took notice of your soul. your soul that affected him ever so slightly whenever you traveled from the human world and back; it felt like something was lurking in his surroundings when your soul arrived at hell. he ignored it for a couple days, brushing it off as something uninteresting until it lasted for more than a week. with curiosity, he tries his best to wrap his aura around this thing he has been feeling.

noting that it was your soul he was observing, his curiosity grew. your soul would arrive in hell without being in an actual body and find its way to return to the human world. there was not a single effect cast on it, as if it's just a normal travel through countries and cities. nothing like this has ever happened in the underworld, not to alastor's knowledge at least.

as an overload who claims multiple souls, he naturally tried to claim yours as well after seeing the potential of it benefitting him. he tried to insert his voice and appearance into your soul and communicate with you once it returns to your body in the human world, but he failed every time. no matter how many times he improvised his ways, your soul rejects him without struggle.

annoyance started fueling him, yet it is also the sole reason why he has grown more interested in your unique soul. never has he ever struggled this much to obtain a mere soul; usually it could be done with just a snap of his fingers, yet all he could do to your soul is observe and know the place it's in through the aura that he managed to wrap it in.

keeping his head upright, he opens the door of the room that he claimed as his. closing the door behind him, alastor smoothes out his coat while walking down the dimly lit hallway of the hotel. the heel of his shoes thud against the carpet he walks on, chattering gradually growing louder from afar. the light grew brighter down the hallway he passed by until he reached the staircase, now able to view everyone at the main compartment of the hotel from above.

he takes his time walking down the steps, the sound of his heels catches the attention of the blond woman - charlie. her smile grew at the sight of alastor, hurriedly grabbing a small stack of papers from the long table and jogging toward him. alastor widens his smile, tapping on his cane while standing in place.

"why hello there, my friend! you seem busy, what could you possibly be working on?" he watches as charlie clumsily flips through the papers, a slight frown scrunched on her forehead until she finds the paper she needs. she smoothes the paper, turning it to alastor so he's able to read the contents clearly. she clears her throat before speaking.

"alastor, hi! well, you see, is it alright if i ask you for a small, tiny favor?" she seems hesitant to ask judging from her tone.

"why of course! ask away and i shall consider."

"great!" charlie returns to her usual bubbly self, quickly scanning the paper to look for the specific content she needs to show the radio demon. "here, take a look at this. it says here that it's required to write a letter for the request of a big stock sent to our location. and i'm, well.." her hand stretches to scratch the back of her neck nervously, an awkward smile on her face.

"i'm not so good with letters." she tries to relieve her own awkwardness with a chuckle, but it seems it did nothing but made it worse. "i was wondering if you could.. help out with the letters? just this once! I've heard how good you are with words when it comes to letters. please? i don't really have anyone else to ask." charlie gazes at alastor, her eyes shining with hope as her hands clutch tightly onto the papers.

alastor laughs. "i would love to, my dear! it is but mere letters, nothing i can't handle." he extends an arm towards charlie, his fingers stretched out with his palm facing upwards; a gesture to accept the papers and help. the woman excitedly places the papers onto his hand, his fingers now folded to hold the papers firmly. his eyes briefly look through the documents with a small nod of his head. "consider it done. fear not! I'll be able to finish this by dinner."

"thank you so much, alastor!" charlie flashes him a grateful smile before jogging off, feeling relieved without having to worry about finishing something she's not particularly good at. alastor's gaze fall onto the papers he holds, something molding and forming in his head; an idea. he hums to himself as he dives into deep thought, paying no mind to his surrounding for the time being.

if he, the great alastor isn't able to physically reach out to your little soul, there ought to have nothing else that will be able to achieve that as well. though, leaving messages until you physically arrive in hell may help him accomplish his goal. as one first falls into hell, they often get hit by a strong sense of confusion and even panic. if he takes advantage of the emotion you may hold, luring you in with a false sense of security, things will certainly go smoothly and result in success.

his thoughts abruptly got interrupted by vaggie's voice yelling from the kitchen, demanding for everyone to have lunch now that it's all prepared. instead of walking forward, alastor turns around and starts walking up the very same stairs he just walked down minutes ago. he rarely joins them for any group activity; it's only common to see him joining them if the event will benefit him in any way.

a small tune is audible from him humming as he walks, the papers that were once held by him vanish in a split second, leaving behind small traces of dark green sparkles around the area. the chattering grows soft once again the further he walks from the stairs, now walking down the hallway until the familiar door is in his range of view. using the very same aura to push the door open, he enters his room as the door shuts itself behind him.

walking towards his neat working desk, alastor's heart pounds against his chest from the clear idea he has in his head. he sets his cane aside carefully, allowing it to lean against the desk before pulling the plush chair from the elegantly carved table. he sits on the chair, papers and calligraphy pen appearing with a simple snap of his clawed fingers. paying no mind to the letter he should be working on for charlie, the pen straightens from the table by itself and starts scribbling words onto the blank sheet of paper.

he completely sets his focus on the letter he plans to write for you. it's been a while since he picked up his favorite pen to handwrite a letter for someone, the feeling stirs something in his chest. is it excitement? or is it nervousness? even alastor doesn't understand himself. brushing the thought aside, he lowers the pen until the tip comes in contact with the paper lying flat on the surface of the desk. the paper he chose is a special one; it's vintage, like an old paper that has been left sitting in the drawer for years.

it has a sense of familiarity in it, providing comfort in an odd way to alastor. it almost felt like he was writing love letters for someone he doesn't know at all. ink flows from the pen and onto the paper, the small glob of black ink weakly reflecting light from the desk lamp he has. cautiously, he glides the pen across the paper; every stroke and every curve of the words gradually form a sentence, and then a whole paragraph.

he would pause from time to time, digging for the correct words to write in his brain. it was unexpected to even the demon himself, to think that someone like him would spend this much effort for a mere letter. it took almost half an hour for him to finish his first letter to you, signing his name at the bottom with a content heart.

his eyes scan through every word he wrote, reading everything all over again until he confirms that it has no mistake. his fingers reach out to grab the envelope beside him, sliding the neatly folded paper into it. feeling satisfied with his work, alastor seals the letter with wax that has the shape of a radio pressed onto the top.

he holds the letter; it has a color of deep shade red along with a couple of drawn-on flowers. he pulls the drawer that's seated on the lower left of the desk open, revealing an empty compartment. alastor places the sealed letter in the drawer, pushing it back in until there's a click signaling that the drawer is fully closed. he glances at the letter he promised to finish for charlie, finding it now neatly lying on the desk without a single movement.

alastor exhales lightly from his mouth, allowing his back to lean against the chair with his head tilted back. he feels his muscles relax despite never realizing they were tensed before this, eyelids falling, shutting until he sees nothing but darkness.

"ah.. such troubles i need to go through for this little soul."

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

New Beginnings CM Challenge 🌱

The following are prompts involving a new relationship, fresh start, etc.!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

🌧 Prompts 🌱

Describe Character's first day at the BAU

Character celebrates a milestone of sobriety

Characters are getting the hang of being new parents

Character goes overboard with New Year’s Resolutions

Character decides to try something new in the bedroom

Character is entering the dating scene after their divorce

Character changes career paths with a very different job

Character introduces their new partner to their kid

Character comes out as trans and introduces themselves

Character finally agrees to get set up with a date after a long dry spell

Character learns to navigate their everyday life after a traumatic event

Character escapes an abusive relationship and the recovery is harder than they thought

Character swears that this year they will definitely fulfill all their New Year's resolutions

Character just came out as LGB and goes on their first date with someone of the same sex

Character decides to cut off a member(s) of their family, and the team reminds them that they still have a whole lot of (found) family left

Character lost a partner and swore they would never love like that again... but that hasn't stopped them from falling in love in a different way

Character got a pet for the first time and they realize how much easier it is to take care of themselves when someone else is counting on them

Character had previously come out as something, but then realized they were something else... coming out is even more daunting the second time

More prompts below + Make your own!

🌤 Dialogue Prompts🌻

"The time will pass anyway." (Earl Nightingale)

"If you jump, I jump with you."

"I can't wait to see who you become."

"I love every possible iteration of you."

"To be brave, you must first be afraid." (Bear Grylls)

"You aren't alone in this. None of us are." (Baldur's Gate 3)

"Is it too late to go back?" "Don't you dare."

"This is all new to me." "What?" "Being happy."

"I don't know what I'm doing." "No one does. That's life."

"There are always a million reasons not to do something." (The Office)

🌒Character Specific Prompts🌲

Spencer's life after prison is nothing like before

Spencer decides to pursue his dream of being a cowboy/rancher

Spencer becomes dedicated to turning his life around after relapsing

Spencer doesn't think about Maeve on a special occasion for the first time

Hotch finally stops wearing his old wedding ring

Hotch embraces his role as a single dad

JJ's children are almost grown, and she struggles to reconnect with who she was before she was their mother

Penelope realizes she doesn’t like the person she’s become after leaving the BAU, so she decides to change

Lauren Reynolds died—it’s time Emily start acting like it

Rossi struggles with suddenly becoming a (grand)father

🍂Rules🍃

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

The Masterlist of fics will be posted around March 1. If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once you’re done and I’ll add it after-the-fact!

Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. I’m happy to help, and I’m happy you’re here ❤️

Happy Writing!

[slushiesandshowtunesat3am]

Even as a pale, white, petite, always pink, and female myself which seems like all they seem to insert into these fics…. I freaking HATE reading that in a x reader fic. Because all I see then is those basic asș AI generated girls who all look the same, it becomes a joke. And the stupid description of pale snow skin and everything being pink, and I do mean EVERYTHING is freaking vomit inducing. We’re all asking for the bare freaking minimum.

1. Tag properly (Keep to who the main people are, side people not needed. That can be added to the author notes.) The goal is not to flood tags and having people endlessly scroll.

2. x Reader - No actual descriptions of what this person/character may look like (I would also say if the description of the clothes aren’t important to the scene, that can be left out. This might just be a me thing. Why the F are these people always just wearing a T-shirt, leggings, and a freaking messy bun… 🫤 cozy but EVERY SINGLE TIME! )

3. x OC / x Named OC - Go ham! Do all the descriptions, outfits, etc. No one should bother you then since you let them know in advance. It’s even super cool if you give an advance notice of what said character will look like.

4. Please edit your stuff. Even if you’re a beginner (nothing wrong with that, everyone starts somewhere) edit as best as you can. Storyboarding is so great too, to help remember things and look back.

5. PLEASE PUT YOUR AGE ON YOUR TUMBLR!!!! Especially if you write mature content!!!!!

We’re all well aware (like that racist POS, who I hope you blocked said..) that anyone can do what they want and how they want, but if you want people to read your stuff and start engaging then going about it in a smart way will do you wonders!! I think decline started once the cesspool of Twitter started coming here. People have become straight up asșholes on here. You can feel the shift. I miss old tumblr and even AO3 isn’t the same (and I refuse to ever go on wattpad… the horror ☠️).

Oh, I love you. Tens across the board with everything you said, and thank you so much for expressing solidarity with your opinion. You're amazing.

It didn't even occur to me that sometimes even white individuals can't relate to this content because not all of them identify as women, or look like the women who are often displayed or described in this content, which is very much catered to a pretty, perfect, docile, very much so male gaze esque ideology.

I really really agree with the shift. I could write a whole paper on this, but since Twitter has merged with us, I've seen a rise in dub-con/infantilization/overall inconsiderate culture. And I know it's out of left field, but I truly think this is all connected.

Almost all of the content now is not only incredibly drenched with smut, but also flooded with unhealthy dynamics where women are not only heavily degraded and taken advantage of, but made to fit this very, I had to say it, child-like dynamic. I mean, I had to block an author the other day because in the tags it literally said "sexualization of the word kiddo and I don't give a fuck."

All this to say, this archetype that more fanfics are leaning towards, submissive and cutsie, often fit this ideal of innocence and purity that people of color have never been included in.

And we're beginning to see this level of exclusion more and more. Not just in smut.

I get it. Everyone is in to what they are in to, and everyone can filter what they don't like.

But we have to face the fact that there are some serious issues effecting the fanfiction community on this app.

Still never going back to Wattpad, though.

[wizardsnorlax]

Ok so update on the Spiral Jon fic I'm writing: I'm getting it onto Ao3 bit by bit because it's super difficult to write on mobile, but I need to take a break and get ideas for the season three events out before they get lost, here's a link to the season 2 notes

Ok here we go

Melanie does not join the Archives, this is for the best

At one point in season 2 Jon gave Sasha Georgie's contact info for "in case of emergency" use so Sasha is gonna be (mostly) ok she just needs to pop an allergy pill every once in a while

Sasha might be good with the hardware of a computer but the software might as well be a completely different language so she's very little help with Georgie's show

Jon takes to reading Statements like I took to weed gummies

Sasha follows about the same trail of clues as Jon did in Canon but Daisy's grip on Sasha is a bit harder to hold so Sasha gets claw slashes on her arms instead of a knife at the throat

Things that have changed about Jon while Sasha was gone: his hair now has ringlet curls, the extra flexibility in his joints has progressed but not to the point anyone has noticed let alone would consider a problem and his eyes are twitchy from the stress of filling her position to the point he looks like he's constantly ODed on caffeine

Sasha gets back in the office and when everyone learns they can't quit or be fired Jon makes it his personal mission to be as much of a menace to Elias as possible

but he'd never do that to Sasha, she gets doodles of her hanging out with Cecil from Nightvale because she's a good boss:)

Martin scolds Tim for how he's been treating Jon and Sasha because of the changes caused by first and secondhand paranormal bullshit exposure

Jon gets to go out for drinks with people who actually like him

Everyone learns why Jon has a shirt that says "the difference between me and Superman is Superman has Super Vision, I need constant supervision

A discussion about who takes Jon home with them is had because at some point the poor goober lost his shoes and started trying to wrap around Martin like a belt

Sasha gets kidnapped on her way home

Michael helps her because some part remembers being an archival assistant and she's treated hers so much better than Gertrude did

Helen doesn't take Michael's place but the door still rejects him and the corridor collapses as both Sasha and Michael crash into Jon's new flat

Michael is freed but is in such bad shape he needs to be in the hospital for several weeks on recovery

Things attempt to be normal

Tim and Jon are menaces to Elias in very different ways

Jon doesn't want anyone traveling alone

Elias doesn't care but can't STAND the idea of Jon being there without a buffer so Sasha gets to have company on her trip, Tim goes to India and gets the ghost bullet, cue Mystery Mousketool meme

Martin, Basira and Daisy are handling the workload as best they can but since none of them are particularly suited to the task things go badly because Martin is terrible at direct leadership

When Sasha and Jon get kidnapped by Trevor and Julia, Sasha decides that the best way to clear some of the air is through lore dumping her backstory (still to be determined)

Jon is deemed suspicious by the false cop cause he does NOT look sober

Insert attempted police brutality interrupted by a shotgun

While the false cop is regenerating Jon gets the "how did you two meet" Statement from Julia

They get to the cabin and Jon freaks out a little at the idea of reading ANOTHER cursed book

Big relief when nobody gets eaten this time

Nobody ever believes him but Jon has kept every promise he's made (not that he's made many before but it's the principle of it)

Yoinks the page

Our duo finishes the assignment

Back home

Sasha learns about the storage unit

JON STOP REACHING FOR THE EXPLOSIVES YOU ABSOLUTE GREMLIN

Tim is EXTRA motivated to wreck shop at the Unknowing

Jon and Martin stay behind to be distractions

Big boom happens, Tim makes it out because the guy's literally too angry to die, Sasha is in the coma, Daisy is in the Coffin and Basira is just having a time of it

Jon gets mind fondled by Elias and it makes Martin want to rip the bastard's throat out but the best he can do is have the cops rough him up as much as possible

Jon is temporary head of the Archives and the pressure swallows him whole and he crashes like a meteorite because he desperately doesn't want to be the one giving orders

Martin's "assistance" has been leaving cobwebs in places nobody checks

And thus we enter season 4

[ryder-writes]

Good Boy- Kirishima x male!reader

A/n: There's too much fem!reader smut, not enough male!reader smut. Especially with Kiri. This is for everyone who has clicked on a fic that doesn't say fem!reader only to be jumpscared by "baby girl" or "good girl" <3 CW: bottom!reader (listen I can write them the best bc I am one), praise kink, Kiri receives oral, fingering, mentions of aftercare WC: 1.5k MINORS DNI -

Eijiro loves calling you a good boy.

You love when Eijiro calls you a good boy. Maybe it's the praise kink… Okay it's most definitely the praise kink. But it isn't your fault! If a big, strong man calls you a good boy you have a right to be flustered! And flustered you are.

"You're such a bottom, you know that?" He laughs. You slap his arm. You're straddled across his lap, thighs on either side of his legs. His hands are rubbing up and down your thighs in a calming pattern that causes you to melt against him.

"Maybe I am, but you like it."

"You're right, I do." He smirks. He leans forward, capturing your lips in a slow and gentle kiss. His lips guide yours; moving in tandem with one another. You didn't even have to think about it at this point. It was natural. Large hands continued to rub your legs, his fingers getting closer to the inside of your thighs with every motion. Your kiss turns more passionate with each passing second, your sweatpants starting to feel tighter. He groans into your mouth. Leaning away slightly for a moment, he mutters:

"Such a good boy." Before diving back in and kissing you harder. Your gasp of surprise is muffled by his soft (and slightly chapped) lips. His tongue runs across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission. Opening your mouth you accept his request. His tongue explores your mouth with ease. He knows every inch of you like the back of his hand. Just like he knows you're starting to get desperate. And how you're softly grinding against him. "Hmm, is my boy desperate? Want me to help you, baby?" Your face warms. You didn't even realize you were doing it. You continue your ministrations however, nodding. "Can't help you here, let's get you to the bedroom." Eijiro lifts you off of his lap, causing you to whine at the loss of friction. Grunting, he hoists you up while standing and starts waking toward your shared bedroom.

-

Your husband places you on the bed, an oomf leaving your lips out of surprise. He casts you a guilty look before climbing on the bed and straddling you. Raising and eyebrow, you scan his hot body, noticing a growing bulge in his pants. His large hand reaches forward under your chin and lifts your head up to force eye contact. He keeps eye contact with you as he takes his shirt off, revealing his giant chest. You swallow. Oh how badly you need him. Reaching forward, he takes off your shirt for you. Tossing it somewhere on the floor. After removing the rest of your clothing, he begins to rub his hands along your stomach. His hand slowly gets lower and lower.

"So pretty" He mumbles. "Need'ya to get on your stomach, baby." He says. You oblige, turning around. His hands automatically go to your ass, rubbing the soft flesh. "I'm gonna have to stretch you out, okay?" You nod. "Good boy." He praises. Grabbing a bottle of lube, he squeezes some on his finger before gently kissing your lower back and inserting it into your hole. You squirm and bite your lip due to the burning sensation. Eijiro senses your movement and speaks up: "Such a good boy for me. Swallowing my finger so well. Don't worry, this will feel good soon. Just gotta stretch you out so I can fuck you like you deserve." He caresses your insides, curling his finger. You moan, the uncomfortable feeling finally drifting into one of pleasure.

After finally stretching you out enough, he removes his finger. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you shiver due to the cold air replacing his warmth. Not wanting you be cold, he quickly shoves off his boxers and leans above you. He gives his dick a few pumps, holding his breath as he spreads his precum as if it were lube. You were already stretched out, but he wanted to make sure it felt good.

"You ready, love?" He asks. All you can do is nod in anticipation. Eijiro lines himself up with your hole before slowly pushing in. A sigh of relief leaves your mouth at the warmth entering your body before it transforms into a slight burn. You whine, shutting your eyes. "I know, baby boy. It'll feel good soon, I promise." Eijiro coos. Even stretching you out wasn’t fully enough sometimes- his dick is just that big (like the size of a soda ca- *gets hit in the head with a frying pan*). After a few seconds of adjusting to his thickness, you turn toward Eijiro. "I'm ready, just move, please." You practically beg. He chuckles, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of your hole. Both of your eyes roll back in tandem as your grip tightens on the sheets.

"Mhmm…more."

"More what, baby? Use your words."

"Faster, please. Fuck me more."

"Oh, such a good boy. Thank you for using your words." He praises before jerking into you harshly. You moan and relinquish what little control you had left as Eijiro pounds into you. Weightless falling onto you as you sink deeper into the mattress.

"Hah- feel good, baby boy?" He asks. You violently nod. "Good, doing so well for me. Love to hear your noises sweetheart." He groans. Your nosies and the plap of his skin against yours are the only sounds in the room for a while.

"Ah- 'm close." You whine."Can I cum?I've been such a good boy please." Eijiro smiles.

"Of course you can cum, baby." His left hand leaves its spot by your head and starts to play with your tip, causing your head to fall back and your release to come crashing down. Cum spurts out of your dick and onto his hand, coating it in white. In the middle of your orgasm, Eijiro speeds up his thrusts before abruptly stopping and pulling out. The pleasure immediately dissipates and you whine in confusion. He immediately leans over and kisses your cheek, checking over your body to make sure you're okay.

"Wait, did you cum?"

"No, not yet."

You frown.

"Well that's not fair." You look up at him. "I could fix that if you want me to. I'll be a good boy." Eijiro moans at the use of his nickname for you and caresses the bottom of your face.

"You're so sweet for me. You just wanna make me feel good, huh?" You nod."Well then, I'm gonna lay on my back, and I think you know what to do." He smirks, turning to lay on his back and getting comfortable. He rests his hands behind his head and looks expectantly at you. Immediately jumping into action, you crawl over to him and position yourself. You wrap one of your hands around the base of his dick. Moving your hand, you lean down and give his tip a wet kiss. A small grunt leaves his lips in response. You wrap your lips around him and gently suck while still stroking him. His head falls to the side. You smirk before moving your lips further down his dick and sucking him in deeper and deeper.

"So warm…" He moans. You finally manage to take all of him, you realize, as you feel his black public hair tickle your nose. After taking a few seconds to adjust and catch your breath, you hollow out your cheeks and get to work. Eijiro reaches down and tangles his fingers in your hair. Gently moving you up and down his length. His grunts and moans get louder as you continue, as well as the pace at which he controls your head. Your head gets manhandled faster and faster as you choke around his dick. His hips start jerking uncontrollably as you get a devious idea. You take one of your hands off of his thighs and reach toward his balls. You gently stoke them (causing a hum to escape your husband) before squeezing them, causing Eijiro to jerk, sitting up quickly as he cums on the spot. His loud moans and praise fill your ears as you happily swallow his cum. You pull away, licking your lips. Eijiro pulls you towards him, forcing you into a wet and sloppy kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as he grunts upon tasting his cum that was previously in your mouth before you swallowed it.

"Such a good boy. You drank all of my cum, huh?" He smirks. You push your head into his chest out of embarrassment. He chuckles. "You don't have to be embarrassed, baby. I love feeling your lips wrapped around my dick." You slap his chest as he laughs. "Okay, okay. I'll stop. But I need'ya to get off me so I can run you a bath, m'kay?" You grumble before shuffling off of your warm and comfortable husband. He stands up and stretches before leaning over and kissing your head. He walks towards your bathroom to start the bath and get ready to pamper you.

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[aki-shun]

Hi you can ignore this if you want but can i request a smut malleus x male reader

Please but you dont have to do it if you dont want to

First of all, I'm sorry for answering this so late. I can't give you back the time you've been waiting for, but I can give you a few special pictures for this fic ^^

TW: umm its a smut, unholy drawings ;), his have two d1ck but only uses one, bottom reader, reader is a male-Written by a writer who forgot how to write

Sorry for bad grammar (English is not my first language)

We Need To Be Fair

A few minutes ago, Malleus was showing you the gargoyas he made at the Gargoya Club. Now he's showing you how he can gives you a good hickey.

He moves away from your neck to look at the hickeys he made. Big Seven - in this state you are definitely more beautiful than all the gargoyles in Wonderland. He plants a brief but passionate kiss on your lips before moving towards your nether region.

He pours an oil on his hands that you don't know where he got it from. He carefully pushes two fingers inside your hole. His fingers are cold and long, making you shiver. With his free hand, he unbuttons the rest of your shirt.

It's not fair that I'm the only one naked… you say through your deep breaths

He chuckles slightly

If you want to be fair, you can take off my top too~.

You sit up from the table where you lie on your back. You should have done this slowly, now his fingers are touching deeper. You grip his uniform roughly with both hands, amidst the soft moans you let out. You slowly pull the zipper that caught your eye, revealing his chest. (I hope he's not wearing anything extra underneath)

His chest reminded me of marble. While you were thinking about these, he inserted a few more fingers. As a result of this unannounced incident, you hug his neck. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you give him the hickey, just as he does you, as he stretches you.

(About d!cks) One of them was rubbing against yours while the other was twitching inside you. His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, but deep (their huge). His right hand was playing your left nipples. His left hand put a few fingers into your mouth. This way, you wouldn't be able to close your mouth and silence your moans. His tongue was swirling over your right nipples. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your hands were leaving marks on the back of his neck and back.

Malleus had taken his attention away from your nipples, but now his focus was on his speed. He was suppressing his pace, but it was fast enough for you to come undone. Your tip was red from the friction and ached for release. The one inside you was hitting your prostate with hard thrusts with every thrust.

Mal-..us im gonna cumm agh- ıhh...hahh

Then cum for me, my dearest.

You ejaculated with a high-pitched moan. Your nails dug into Malleus' skin, leaving a slight rash. While you were trying to catch your breath, Malleus was patting your back to help you relax.

You did a great job. Your so perfect. You're so perfect for me.

He kisses your forehead and breathes in your scent. His hand runs through your strands of hair, combing them gently. Once your breathing has evened out, you turn to face him and pull him into a kiss. Three seconds into the kiss you notice his hard cocks one twitching inside you and other one is rubbing against your now soft cock.

So you finally noticed. I'm sorry, I know you're tired, but I wonder if you could help me relax too, dear. After all, we need to be fair. He had a mischievous grin on his face.

You need pray that this does end in one go and doesn't last so long that one of you has to go to the bedroom. If this happens, you'll have to explain to Crowley why you can't walk.

For sinners~

I was gone all summer - maybe even longer than that. There is no disappearing anymore, but I need motivation to write my articles again. And you're the one to give it to me. Yes, it is you, my dear reader. Admit it, I drew boots very well.

[olderthannetfic]

I found myself rereading an old discussion about AO3 commenting culture (ye olde "Authors aren't owed comments" vs. "Readers aren't owed fic either" wank). And you know, it strikes me that a lot of the drama in such discussions is rooted in the fact that people only ever seem to engage with the worst things the opposite side says. And of course that leads to miscommunication, because the extremes are not generally applicable to most people.

Like, for instance. Someone going "I comment so regularly I practically gave myself burn-out commenting". Authors complaining about people who act entitled to stories aren't talking about you, I promise. They're talking about people who genuinely can't be bothered or go on flippant "Why don't you just write for yourself?" rants, while still enjoying other people's work. Ditto on the other side: people get offended at being called entitled authors, but odds are good the person isn't referring to you, who would simply like to not shout into the void, odds are good they're referring to the asshole authors they've met who'd throw hissy hits over comments that weren't phrased exactly to their liking, because yes, people like that do exist so it's simply flat out wrong to say "Just comment, authors are always happy to see comments, no matter how short! :)"

Also, a particular comment jumped out at me:

"It's not a consumer's job to compliment a promote an artist's work"

I generally agree that acting like people are owed comments is useless and stupid, but if I had to pick a phrasing that sums up my misgivings about common commenting culture, it's this. So many people seem to act like authors are getting a paycheck for this and don't need any additional motivator.

The other thing that bugs me is when people talk about all the reasons they don't comment (low spoons, anxiety, tired, etc.), but ignore the fact that authors have to deal with all of the above, too. And not just in fanfic. It seems any time there's any kind of social conflict being discussed (like, say, replying to a friend's messages in a vaguely timely manner) a ton of people will trot out excuses for why they can't do [insert what's generally seen as the vaguely courteous thing to do], but inadvertently act like that makes them special and like they're the only ones who have these legitimately valid excuses.

This started in one place and led to another, sorry. I guess I'm just frustrated with the Tumblr mental health culture of "I have a semi-specific reason I struggle with this so I'm not even going to try". I think people overcompensate too much for "Just don't be disabled!"-style ableism and swing too hard in the embraced helplessness direction.

Back to fanfic, every time I see the "I can't do it because of X" thing in the context of commenting, I can't help but think of how many authors also deal with depression, anxiety, self-esteem issues, low spoons, etc. and how easy it would have been for them to give up, but they got through it and posted the fanfic anyway, and how often they're then met with silence because the prevailing attitude among their audience is e.g. "I read this before bed and was too sleepy to comment, and too forgetful to comment the next day". I think about some of the fic I've written, often fic written when I maybe should have been doing something else, or fic written at the cost of sleep, or hyperfixating at my keyboard for six hours instead of going for a nice hike with my family, and it's hard not to get a little bitter, you know? Talking about legitimate reasons for why commenting is hard just so often comes across as "You're free to make sacrifices to write the stuff I read, but I won't make any"

I also feel a bit bitter that it's impossible to even discuss these things in a vacuum without someone going "Discussions like this are why I've stopped commenting", as someone inevitably will in the notes of this post. "Just shut up and make your Content(TM) and don't complain about anything", is what it feels like.

--

The entire phrasing of reward and owing is stupid.

The reality is that lots of people won't produce work unless they feel like someone cares. No amount of moralizing or excuses will change that.

It's also the reality that posting to the masses on AO3 or tumblr will result in maybe one like or other interaction per hundred hits if you're really, really lucky. The rate has never been much better than that, and it never will be. It's often very much worse.

If one personally wants to encourage people, sure, go out and do that, but any call to action that ignores the above two realities is like fighting the tide.

I do think "It's not my job to promote you" typically comes up in the context of meltdowns about letting artists "languish in your likes" instead of being reblogged onto your actual blog and/or contexts where the artist/author/etc. is selling their work.

Here's the thing: people who never comment do not count.

They think they're part of a community. They're not. If you don't participate, you're a ghost.

When some author moves to a more enclosed space, a lot of people who saw themselves as part of something are suddenly left out in the cold, wondering why. But the fact is, if you don't pay the entry fee of socializing with others, you're nobody to them.

The entitled randos don't matter. If they bug you enough, take your toys and retreat to a discord with your friends.

[theirishwolfhound]

Bit of a rambling thing, so like fair warning I suppose. But these are topics that I would like to use in my stories one day, just so that I can figure out my own thoughts. There is more information at the bottom about why I am personally writing this, but consider this more of a self insert type of fic (but a lot of physical details are left ambiguous) for comfort. It has a lot of different thing from my own life.

Task Force 141 (Comfort Fic)- Are You Still There?

Content Warnings: Mental Health Related Issues (Disassociation/Derealization), Passive Suicidal Ideation, Hurt/Comfort

Written In First Person, Nickname: Cardinal, You can read this as a x Reader fic but it isn't intended that way

Joining the army was something I never wanted to do, but I had no choice. Between the lack of familial financial support to the increase of the general price of living, I had no choice. I don't even know why they would accept someone like me into the force. Perhaps they were like me. Desperate. In need of anything they could get their teeth and nails in. Willing for anything, or anyone that would approach with an offer. But now that I'm in it I can't really get out. A trap I willingly walked into like an animal that doesn't know any better. One who was hungry and tired of fighting everything so I chose to fight with a collective. It nearly broke me. But the pay is nice. So at least there's that. My bones and body ache every day. But the people I work with make it worth it. Right now however is a brief rest, no missions, no worries, no problems. At least that's what I think it should be, but my mind is too busy. There are too many thoughts in my head.

What if I didn't have to join up? I wouldn't be here, that's for sure. What if those pills back in secondary school had done the job? Then I wouldn't be here, but I'm not going to try it again. What if I took a bullet next mission? There's nothing I can do it it does, if it happens then it happens. What if I don't wake up in the morning? Preferable, but I have things I need to do tomorrow. Do my pets back home miss me? I hope so. Does my family miss me? Half of them do. All of these are valid thoughts, I think they are at least, and I can't help but to have them even as I sit with my friends in the common room. Two of them play cards together, one reads a book, and the other simply scrolls through his phone. But we're watching a movie at least, so there's noise. Looking at them, I realize that I'm lucky to have them. They're my friends after all. But I don't know what they're thinking, or if they feel the same way. If they feel trapped. ...if they feel real. Are they real? Counter question: am I real? Is this... all in my head? Arguably what is in my head and what is not? Should I reevaluate my decisions? ... My life? ...

Even now as I type this I can't tell if the men around me are actually there. If the phone in my hand is real. If these thoughts are my own. It's scary. To not trust your own mind that is. Life is scary in general. For example: never knowing if you're going to even wake up in the morning. But it's something I'm willing to accept. Something quick and painless. Sleep is the best way for sure. Would I wake up? Maybe. I don't have any underlying health problems as far as I know. Where would I wake up? Hopefully in my bed. What time line would I be in? One that I'm familiar with, I pray for that. Would I adapt if I woke up in a new body? God, I hope so. ... Would they miss me? ... I hope so.

I don't hear his voice when he talks to me, I can't even see who it is, I can only sit and remain transfixed on my notes app. If I ever have to go to therapy because it gets too bad I need something to show them, right? I can't tell if the pressure on my shoulder is real or not, if the way the couch dips next to me is actually there or if I'm still lost in the idea that maybe the world I'm in is all just a dream. That my friends aren't real and that I'm going to wake up in the next moment. It has to be real. It has to be. It feels real. But I don't.

"Are ye okay, Cardinal?"

Am I okay?

"Can you talk t' me?"

Can I?

"What's going on, mate?"

"...I don't know."

"'ad us worried there, mate."

"Yeah ye' was jus'... starin' off again., thought ye might start cryin' yer eyes did that glossy thing."

"Mhm, spaced out a good ten minutes ago."

"...you okay, mate?"

"Ah... sorry... and yeah. I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

Coming back to reality was a bit hard but with the grounding hand on my shoulder it made it easier, the same with the presence next to me. For a moment I could focus. But deep down I know it won't last, the next time I start to think, I'll spiral again. It's a scary thought. I can feel my eyes burning at the mere thought, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"What do you need, Cardinal?"

What do I need?

There's not much I want in life, not anymore. I had to give up my dreams and aspirations so that I could just live. I need basics, this I know... but I'm not hungry. There's a roof over my head. I don't need a drink yet, and I'm not tired.

What did I need?

"...I dunno." "Maybe some bubble tea?"

"Yeah? C'mon then. I'll drive."

"Shotgun!"

"Cardinal get's the middle seat."

"Mm, 'spose that works."

The hand on my shoulder shifts down to my arm, helping me to my feet before two of them wrap an arm around each shoulder so that we could begin to walk out of the common room. It could be real, it could be fake, but for right now... I know that I want it to be real... for my sake.

Part of me likes to think about the possibilities of not being myself, not really in the depression kind of way (i think i could be wrong) but like in the day dreaming kind of way.

Again it may be the mental illness but like constantly formulating these ideas in my head about myself or my OCs really keep me level headed.

I don't know what it is. But it's the only way I am able to not focus on burning out. Like one moment I could be the fucking Dragonborn fighting off Alduin (I'm actually walking through a supermarket trying to get groceries) or the next moment I'm on an undercover mission with the 141 giving me updates on my surroundings via the earpiece in my ear so that I can survive (its a headphone, I'm listening to music while working a job that is breaking my body down with each shift.)

It's like I don't exist but the people I want to be do.

I would give anything to just be in a different world for like a few hours. Whether it be Skyrim or where ever CoD takes place (don't actually send me to Britain) rather than where I am. I want to be without pain, or worry about work— I want to worry about dragons burning down my fucking house.

I should be happy in general, not only when I play DnD or get to just sit with my fiancé in relative silence (parallel play if you will).

I can't tell if this is disassociation or not. I don't think it's derealization but what would I know, y'know?

[cursedeclipse]

is feyre boring, or do you just hate female characters?

i saw this text post and it got me thinking how strange it is that a series made by a female author, targeted towards a female audience, and is women-centered can be so heinous and quick to write off the main female main character in favor of side male characters.

feyre is often joked about being a "mary sue" or a boring self insert when she is easily one of the most fleshed out characters in her own series. we have three books full of her thoughts, depicting her trauma, and her story and somehow she's boring and a self-insert? based on what exactly?

even her "flaws" are used against her and joked about at wits end. jokes about her illiteracy, about how people think she is bad at art, and how she is a "bitch" for "destroying the spring court."

feyre isn't allowed to have trauma responses to tamlin, because when she pushes back against him a little bit she is antagonizing him. obviously, a hundreds-years-old male can't control his powers and his emotions, he can't help but to react aggressively towards her behavior! it's feyre's fault for upsetting him (let's not talk about how that is classic abuse apologist language though...). poor tamlin found a 19-year-old girl who was abused and neglected all her life, took her from her home, lied to and manipulated her, and gaslit her when she started showing signs of c-ptsd. why couldn't feyre just be nice to her abuser?

but feyre is also too meek and a doormat throughout the acotar trilogy. it doesn't matter that she was neglected and abused her whole life and that often gives someone a low sense of self-worth, it makes her boring and she's a liar about the abuse she faced in her childhood anyway!

why do people treat the main female character like this? people love to act like female characters are never written well or fleshed out, meanwhile, they will give todd the bus driver who appears twice in a book whole headcanons, fics, and fanart that centers around him. is that male character really more interesting than the many female characters or do you just see women as dolls to place prettily in the backdrop of a man's journey?

are eris, azriel, lucien, tamlin, and tarquin really all that much more interesting and well-developed than feyre, elain, mor, and amren? am i supposed to believe you when you say that azriel is more interesting and more developed than a male character like rhys and that elain is too boring for him?

is it a coincidence that people gravitate towards fleshing out 800 male characters in every fandom and make so much content out of mlm ships, yet when there are canonical gay women it's crickets?

i don't think that shipping azris or whatever mlm ship makes you a bad person nor do i think making content on mlm ships is wrong. however,these biases don't exist in a vacuum. it's the reason why female characters will be sidelined for imagined mlm ships. she'll be pushed aside and the fandom might hc her as a lesbian or a huge bitch so she's not "in the way". they might even make up a ship with a woman that there isn't a lot of homoerotic vibes with but post things like "omg they're gfs and who hold hands and they 'yass queen' x mlm ship i really gaf about! 🥺" and that's as complex as lesbians are allowed to be in comparison. (sidenote: as a gay woman, that is not allyship towards lesbians/bi women but comes across as writing the fmc off so she's not a threat to your ship btw).

why is mor hated on, questioned, called a snake, etc. while her abuser is paraded in this fandom unquestionably? there is mor/emerie content, but it's telling that the amount pales in comparison to mlm ship content. and that happens in every fandom. there can be 100 female characters in a series and let two men exist with like 2 personality traits each and people will flock to shipping them.

it's frustrating to see how well-meaning people can rush to being male-centered more often than not. that people will have a set of very high standards for female characters, and if they're not to their specific set of interests people rush to call them boring, undeveloped, or untrustworthy. whereas a man can have .01% amount of on-page time and people just automatically assume there is more to him. an abuser isn't just an abuser but he exists in the shadow of his horrible upbringing, expectations his family had for him, pressure by society, etc. men are allowed to be layered in their flaws/actions.

a female character has to be the most prolific female character in existence to be seen in any sort of depth. and that just makes me not believe people when they say that they don't show more support to female characters because, "only men are ever written well! it's not my fault the author can't write women." that is just using misogyny as a shield.

is feyre boring? or do you just not like how differently trauma shows up in people? is elain boring? or do you just not care to dissect her in the ways you would azriel or eris? is mor boring? or do you just hate it when women are strong-willed and confident?

[finn-writes-stuff]

Hey I love your writing!! I would love to see a one shot with Percy where he helps comfort the reader after a nightmare or vice versa?

Safety

The world around you only offered terror some days. But when the sun sets, he is always there to hold you.

Percy de Rolo x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Oneshot

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

What class do you imagine your insert to be for the critical role/tlovm fics? I'm a chronic warlock -Finn

There was a heavy weight on your chest, pressing down on your lungs, like the endless depths of the ocean. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move, you couldn't speak. All you could do was watch as chaos reigned around you, leaving you helpless and useless as your world fell apart. 

"Darling?" The voice seemed distant and far away, unrecognizable in the midst of your terror. You had let this happen, and now you were cursed to watch the consequences. "Darling, wake up, you're having a nightmare." 

You woke up gasping for air, flailing away from the hand on your shoulder. It had been a dream, nothing more. But you couldn't stop shaking, still desperately dragging in air between sobs. Guilt and fear and an aching, heart-wrenching pain still sat heavy in your mind, seeming to expand with every choked sob. 

You were going to ruin everything and you couldn't save them and everything was going to fall apart. It was your fault, you did this, you hurt everyone. 

"Breathe, love. You're okay. Just try and breathe."

Percy. Here, beside you, always there for you. You couldn't quite slow your breaths, but blinking through tears you looked up at him, focusing on his presence. 

He had clearly just woken up, his hair still ruffled and his glasses on the bedside table. He was leaning towards you, but careful not to touch you yet in case it made anything worse. Half-asleep but so worried about you, he looked so terribly soft. 

"May I give you a hug? Is that alright?" Percy asked gently, offering his arms. His tone was gentle, far removed from his usual sharp wit, it was a careful offer of comfort. 

You nodded and practically threw yourself into his arms, still shaking in his embrace.

"You're safe, darling, I promise," he murmured, holding you tightly. He began gently stroking down your back as he held you, speaking softly and slowly. "You are going to be okay, I've got you. It was just a dream, it can't hurt you here."

Slowly, you began to come down from the fear, tuning into the real world and your senses. Pressed against his chest, you were warm and his arms were steady around you. He smelled faintly of smoke and gunpowder. Surrounded by him like this, it was all you could smell. He was still speaking, all careful reassurance. Otherwise, the room was quiet, it was late. He had been asleep just like everyone else. 

You couldn't help but feel guilty about waking him and you slowly pulled back out of his arms after taking a deep breath. 

"Thank you, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you-" 

"No, you don't need to apologize. I'm glad to help. Gods know you do the same for me." He reached out, setting his hand on your cheek and brushing away some of the tear streaks. You could feel the callouses he had from his guns, and part of you knew his hands better than your own. 

It was such a fond gesture, and you couldn't resist leaning into it, tiredly pressing a kiss to his palm. 

"I love you," he said, "and I would rather wake up to help when you have a nightmare than leave you to deal with it alone." 

"Thank you," you breathed, eyes shut. "I love you too." 

"Come here and lay with me?"

You didn't have to respond, not when your throat still felt tight. You could just fall into him. 

Carefully wrapped in his arms, cradled to his chest like something precious, you were safe. The fading remnants of your dream couldn't reach you when you were with him.

"It's nice to have you so close. I always seem to find myself missing you when you're not in my arms."

"I'd stay here forever if I could," you replied, your voice muffled against his shoulder.

"I might just take you up on that. Think we could convince the rest of Vox Machina to give us the time rather than running into trouble?"

"You run into trouble just as much as anyone else."

"I would never do such a thing. I stay at a reasonable distance so I can shoot but not get hit."

"I'll remember that for next time I have to patch you up."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling." 

He was so warm and it was so comfortable to lay on him like this. Even bantering with him, you could feel sleep starting to pull at your thoughts. You were safe, you could drift off in his arms. 

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Is Harry not being able to talk/walk yet in TMWWBK a nod towards the ill effects his treatment has had on his development or you and Vinelle not considering child development?

The Man Who Would Be King by Me and @therealvinelle

Relevant excerpts from the fic:

Mrs. Potter was next to him, writing in a Muggle notebook and completely ignoring her son, who’d toddled off to the other side of the room where he unsuccessfully tried to open the drawers.

She sat down to resume her studies, while Mr. Black busied himself with a book, and Harry toddled happily towards the playpen, where he pulled out one of the toys You-Know-Who had enchanted for him.

Lily sat dejectedly in her chair and bounced Harry in her lap, helping him to calm down. “I hope you end up having friends when you’re bigger,” she told him. “I had Petunia growing up, she used to pull my hair. That wasn’t very nice of her,” she said, and smiled at Harry’s responding babble.

A factoid:

On average, they say their first words between 7–12 months of age and are constructing coherent sentences by 2–3 years of age. Language develops alongside other skills, such as those relating to movement. As a result, many babies say their first words close to when they start walking — at about 12 months.

From this source

Harry, within the fic, born in July of 1980 is about a year and a half when we start seeing him in December. He's walking about unaided (though not very fast and not with much coordination) and he is saying words for all we haven't put much/if any of them on the page from what I recall. He is not speaking in full sentences yet.

This is not bizarre; he is not two. He is one and a half. There is a difference.

Though it is true @therealvinelle and I don't focus on Harry at this age in this fic. I'll happily admit to that. He's in the scenes, he does things, but without being able to speak in coherent sentences or do much beyond wander about he's not that influential on the main plot. He can't be telling Alphard he's stupid and punching him in the face. At the current point, he's more a MacGuffin than an actual character. He's important, but not so much in what he says or does but in the fact that he exists and is in Location A or in Location B. He's not the point of the fic and isn't even what I'd call a tertiary character.

However, anon, you are free to a) write your own fic in which it's made explicitly clear at every possible moment how much Harry is walking on his own or b) insert the following paragraph mentally between every paragraph (or if that's not enough every word) of the fic

"And then Harry ran up to his mother and said, 'Look, Mummy, I can talk!' Harry then proceeded to do a handstand and five backflips. Everyone told him how amazing he is. Harry beamed and said, 'Aw shucks, you shouldn't have. Now I am terribly embarrassed."

@therealvinelle bids me add that she didn't work for a year with two-year-olds and keep their development (and how wildly varied it is, no two children are the same) in mind when writing Harry just to be called out like this

[duncans-idahoe]

Jean x Childhood Friend! Reader pt. 2

She/her pronouns are used for the reader, no description beyond that but she is based on a self-insert oc I want to use for a fic I may or may not write

Pt. 1

The night before Jean leaves for the cadets  he spends it with the reader camped out on the roof of her house as they had as children

The longest they had ever spent apart was the week she had gotten a bad case of the flu, and even then Jean would sneak up to her window to cheer her up with embellished stories of his day or their favorite treats if he could manage to grab them from her parents bakery

But the next day Jean would be leaving Trost and they wouldn’t see each other until he graduated… in 3 years

She had tried to stay strong through the day, tried to joke with Jean and their families as they helped him prepare for his departure, and pretended like things were normal and everything wasn’t about to change

But now, underneath the clear night skies with nothing but the stars watching, she allowed herself to cry into Jean's neck as he sat and held her against him

She didn’t say anything when she felt his tears drop into her hair, he wouldn’t have wanted her to, he always wanted to be the strong one but that didn’t stop her from holding him tighter

“You don’t have to go, Jean, we can figure it out!”

It was the same thing she’d been saying since he’d announced he’d be joining the military, he was aggravated that she was still pushing the topic, but wasn’t surprised, she was almost as bull-headed as he is

“I’ve already signed up, if I don’t go I’ll be considered AWOL. You don’t want me looking bad on my first day do you?”

She let out a small chuckle at his attempt at humor and nuzzles her head against his

Jean kisses the top of her head before nuzzling her back

They’d always been close, but this was new

Lingering gazes and Jean's blushing cheeks have turned to clutched hands and light pecks on the cheek

It was a natural progression, one that anyone but them could’ve seen coming

And Jeans leaving had been the catalyst

At first, she had just been angry that he would risk his life just for a chance at the MPs, “Not everyone even makes it through Cadet training!” She had spit at him “And even if they do only the top 10 get to go to the military police, Jean! It’s not worth the risk!”

“I’m not everyone! I thought if anyone would have faith in me doing this it would be you but you’ve second-guessed me every step of the way.”

“I can't lose you, Jean!”

Finally, she succumbed to her fears and grief

Sure they both had other friends and siblings, they wouldn’t be alone in the world without each other, but they would certainly be missing a piece of themselves

If they were close before, they simply didn’t let each other go after

So now they sat side by side beneath the vastness of the night sky, wrapped in each other's arms, hoping that dawn would never come

“Just, don’t forget to write to me, okay?”

The cadets weren’t allowed to return home during their training, but they could send letters to loved ones that would be sent through the supply wagons that arrived at the training camp every week

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[tetsunabouquet]

WIP Word Game

Considering @wsknbfanaccnt said she(?) doesn't really knows that many writers here yet and invited anyone interested to try, I'm joining in!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

PECULIAR

(Note, whilst these drafts are either one-shots or series that I have yet to finish, none of them come from Can't Help Falling In Love With You or TWP future chapters)

P

Perhaps that was another thing that held you back from making a choice- the humiliation you felt from staying with a guy for the scraps of affection he gave to you in between his basketball practise and games. You had been so happy when he lost to Seirin, because you could see some happiness return to him after finally having a goal other then the NBA itself again. Seeing him enjoy the school tournaments again had been enough to make you feel joy. Now, you couldn't help but look back at the day bitterly, wondering if he had been more willing to spend time with you outside of class if he hadn't regained his passion.

(context: Reader insert who's about to cheat on Aomine because he's a shitty boyfriend)

E

Everyone had been lined up by the head nurse, who had calculated their spacious tents could hold 7 students each. They had tents, instead of bunkers, because the principal who was a bit of a loon but eager for his students to bond and be happy, considered tents to be a superior way of bonding. What brings you closer then itching mosquito bites?

(context: A soulmate story regarding the GOM and the Light & Shadow pair)

C

Cancer. Her hair had fallen out, and she had lost quite some weight. Her eyes were a dark brown, and they took Simon in with a surprising anxiety.

(context: A Shadowhunterverse fic of a dying woman wanting to confess a dark secret to Simon)

U

Upper years at Shoei would tell the tales to the fresh faces every year, like how Ren Ichijo had been dared to steal a goat from a nearby farm and had succeeded, keeping it in her tent with her friends for the remaning night. The stories both frightened and amazed the youngers, and those new to summer camp were eagerly anticipating with nerves of steel just how wild it would be.

(context: the same story as the one from letter E) L

Little did you know, that Akashi was, no matter how refined he was, still a teenage boy deep down. And a teenage boy who suddenly had an attractive teenage girl living in his bedroom would be just as equally interested in gazing at her beauty even if she was small and magical. Do not think Akashi was above boners, and porn mags.

(context: You're a mermaid that Masaomi bought as a pet for Akashi and your mermaid form is much shorter then your human one) I

It had started with him throwing away all her designer make-up in blind fury, wanting to see that Chanel lipstick and anything else that could have possible stained Dr Henshaw completely destroyed. It ended with her being thrown out of the house, whilst he was flinging her personal belongings she had paid for with her own money from the window. Never had he pictured himself doing something so dramatic. That had always been more Kise's style.

(context: Midorima caught his wife cheating with one of his hospital colleagues and you are the woman he falls for shortly after his divorce)

A

After seeing her silently pine after Midorima at the Wintercup, Kise has had enough. The girl he had been dreaming about for an entire year, was still chasing Midorima?!

(context: A story where Kise's been in love with a girl since middle school who only has eyes for Midorima)

R

Rose looked down shyly. "Juleka gave it to me and said I should open it after school." Ah. Marinette had observed the chemistry between the two girls before, and Rose had came out as bisexual to the girls on a sleepover a few months ago.

(context: A Marinette X Kagami fic I once decided to start writing for shits and giggles plus I was in the mood to write some sapphic fluff))

The word I shall give to @vespersposts, @chosenimagines and anyone who wants to join is: Devious (Also I am totally open for someone to invite me once more to participate. This is fun)

[peachdues]

PEACH'S 2K MILESTONE EVENT

Hello, friends!

First of all, thank you all so much for helping me reach 2,000 followers. When I started this blog back in June, I never imagined my writing would reach so many of you, and I am so, so grateful to each and every one of you.

To celebrate, I'm hosting a milestone event that is open to all of you. You may start submitting requests as soon as you see this, but I will start writing for it tomorrow (9/4).

Some ground rules

First, I will accept requests for any KNY character, but I reserve the right to decline to do certain prompts if I feel uncomfortable with them.

Second, I'm sorry, but I will not write for Muzan or Douma, or really any of the upper moons. The only one I'm willing to write for is Akaza.

Third, if you submit a request for a prompt, please include the prompt itself, and the character you are requesting. If the prompt is one of those that can be either NSFW or SFW, please make sure to clarify that as well!

Finally, please be patient! I do work full time, I have a honeymoon next month I'm planning for, and I'm all-around busy. I will answer as quickly as I can!

Without further ado!

PROMPT REQUESTS

There are two components to this milestone -- the first is a prompt request. You may submit a request from the following prompts (smut, angst, or fluff) for any character, and I will answer with a short blurb (not a full-length fic).

THE VIRGIN SERIES

Exactly what it sounds like -- the character's first time

SMUT DIALOGUE PROMPTS

"Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart."

"We can't keep doing this," "But we can't stop, either."

"Why're you trying to hide from me, baby? Let me see your face."

"Kiss me again. Right there."

"Show me how you make yourself feel good."

"Who do you belong to?"

"If you keep saying my name like that, I'm not going to be able to hold back."

"One more, baby. Just one more time for me."

"I'm going to fuck all memory of him out of you."

"Fuck, that feels s-so good."

"I promise I'll be gentle."

"Oh? So you like it when I touch you like that?" .... "Yeah. You do."

"So what if I want to fuck you? What are you going to do about it?"

"I'm jealous because I want you so fucking bad that I can't think straight."

"Turn around."

"Look at me. There you are, pretty girl. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

"Fuck, you taste better than I imagined." "You imagined it?" "Only every night since we first met."

Insert mommy/daddy kink of choice here.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?"

"Please, please let me cum inside. Please."

"I want to try something new."

"I'll share her with you -- but just this once."

"You know no one else can make you feel this good, baby."

"Are we really still arguing while having sex?"

"I love you. I love you so fucking much."

"P-please, I want to touch you so badly."

ANGST (SFW OR NSFW)

I can't do this anymore -- I can't keep playing this game with you."

"We're only strangers to each other now."

"I love you. I'm sorry that's not enough."

"You're too late." "I know."

"I should be the one you go home with. Not him. Never him."

"Stay with me. Please."

We were like gasoline on fire. And now we've burned out."

"I can't believe you just said that to me."

"I almost lost you."

FLUFF PROMPTS (SFW)

"Woah, woah, woah. I'm here. I'm right here."

"What do you mean you don't know how many parking tickets you have?!"

"I wanted to cook dinner for you." "Yes, I see you've tried!"

"I just wanted to see you, okay?"

"Wait -- are you asking me out on a date?"

Late-night pregnancy cravings

pillow-talk

The night before your wedding

"Happy Anniversary, my love."

"Nope, don't wanna hear it -- you need to sleep. No arguing."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"It's after midnight, what are you doing?" "You said you were feeling down."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" "I'd choose to be right here."

FOLLOWER'S CHOICE

The second part of this milestone event is the Follower's Choice. I will post a poll on Monday, 9/4 at 12PM EST for the following event.

Follower's Choice: pick a teaser from one of the following WIPs to be released this month (between 500 and 1k words). I will then let you all pick whether that teaser is NSFW or SFW. Note that Seasons in Love is the only WIP that will not be NSFW.

The Bitter & the Sweet (Part I) ♢ Rengoku x F!Ice Hashira Secret Pregnancy AU

The Great War (Part I) ♢ Giyuu x F!Shrine Maiden Secret Pregnancy AU

Mirror, Mirror (multi-part) ♢ SaneKana Royalty AU

Rengoku x Giyuu x F!Reader

Seasons in Love (Part 2) ♢Sanemi x F!Reader College AU

[queenofbaws]

Someone snagged top 5 vhawke moments so how about top 5 things to write for vhawke? (Tropes, plot lines, banter, whatever)

oooooOOOOOOOH this one is delicious, thank you audrey 🥹

bed sharing bed sharing bed sharing. i am but a simple woman (with a fatigue disorder). bed sharing is my ultimate weakness, i fold like wet cardboard every time. first of all. there are so many OPPORTUNITIES to bring bed sharing into a vhawke fic. they're always runnin' around! always gettin' up to shenanigans! they gotta rest EVENTUALLY! or they're always hanging out at the hanged man, drinking. sometimes you GOTTA sleep a rough night off at your bff's place 😏 AND they're always going on fetch quests for [insert important npc]. maybe it rains. maybe you gotta camp out in a cave. or the sundermount summit. or the deep roads. and are you really packing multiple bedrolls? i mean, seriously???????? the opportunities are endless, and they're all PRIMO. FIC. FODDER.

FANCY! PARTIES!!!!!! okay this one is like. this one is complicated for me because it comes with a second trope, but they're so intertwined i have trouble separating them, lmao. that second trope is, for lack of an official name i guess, 'zip me up,' or helping someone else get dressed (or UNdressed, i'm not here to tell you what to do) FOR a fancy party. hawke and varric having to navigate some big, fancy shindig (think halamshiral, think chateau haine, think whatever is expected of them after they're kirkwall's ruling family lol) is just. the ideal for me. champagne. expensive clothing. INTRIGUE??? hehehe it's literally the WHOLE reason i wrote the durellion affair - because i genuinely couldn't get enough of it and had to put more into the world salkdjfsdkf

banter. like. these two are just. a goldmine. for witty back and forth. asdkljflskdjf i love getting to write them as like, kirkwall's most criminal improv duo. i mean when you really get down to it, that's...pretty much who they are, right? right??? but - and here's the secret sauce - the banter can't simply stand on its own. nononononono. the banter must be a cover for Actual Feelings and Thoughts. the banter must be Armor. when you can let juuust enough of the real stuff shine through the zingers? *chefs kiss*

the oh. oh. moment. it's so WEIRD, because TYPICALLY when i write shippier stuff, i tend to sort of hover around mostly-established-couple territory, but when it comes to these two, god help me, i keep coming back to the moment of realization. like aw shit. oh maker. this...this is going to be...okay. okay i can handle this. just. just in love with my best friend. okay. all right. why not. everything else is on fire, let's light this one up too askdfjksdjf honestly i think a huge part of that is that we don't GET a moment like that in the game, so there's just so many POSSIBILITIESSSSSS (and i'm gonna continue dumping those possibilities on the internet at large until bioware stays my evil hand)

the skyhold reunion. i mean. i mean. just. after everything they've been through up until that point? after how long they've been apart???? the skyhold reunion. 🥲