#sorsha writes things

[writerinloves-blog]

In the Gardens - Kit Tanthalos x Reader

Request? : Yes! I hope I've made justice to their request.

i was hoping you could write something with kit, like about her and the reader being in a secret relationship (bc of the times ofc) and queen sorsha finding out?

Word count: 5,015

It all began with jealousy.

 When Jade started talking to Kit about a new friend she had made in the village, Kit couldn't admit it, but she felt a twinge of annoyance. Things took a turn for the worse when Jade started cutting short their training sessions to spend more time with this new girl. Jade was Kit's best friend, exclusively hers. Kit didn't even know this new girl, but she was convinced she must be annoying or something, although she couldn't pinpoint exactly what bothered her about her.

Kit was well aware that, as a princess, she had the power to make Jade train longer with her. However, she understood the moral implications of such an action, so she kept her feelings in check, quietly resenting this unknown girl without ever getting to know her.

Until one fateful day.

Kit found herself on the training grounds, waiting for Jade who was running late. Frustrated, Kit began practicing her moves on a wooden dummy. Lost in her training, she was jolted back to reality by a voice.

"Wow, you're really good," the voice remarked. Kit turned to see a stranger standing there, eyes filled with genuine admiration.

"Ah-ah- thank you," Kit managed to say, caught off guard. Her response elicited a warm smile from the stranger, a smile that Kit found genuinely sweet.

As Kit's mind slowly started working again, she realized she had never seen this person before. They stood there, in a silent understanding. Gathering her courage, Kit blurted out, "I'm Kit!" perhaps louder than she intended.

The stranger returned her smile, about to introduce themselves when a familiar voice interrupted them. Both Kit and the stranger turned to see Jade hurrying toward them, her face radiating excitement.

"You came!" Jade exclaimed, hugging the stranger tightly. Kit was utterly confused. "Do you guys know each other?" she asked, unable to hide her curiosity.

"Yeah, this is my new friend I was telling you about," Jade said, her smile wide, mirroring the one on the stranger's face.

Kit was most definitely not expecting that.

For two months, you attended almost every training session that Kit and Jade had. Despite Kit's initial attempts to deny it, she found herself enjoying your company, perhaps a little more than she should have. Knowing that you were observing her during training motivated her to push herself harder, and she felt a surge of pride every time you clapped for her victories over Jade.

When Jade's birthday finally arrived, the three of you had dinner in the castle, a request made by Kit. That night, at your suggestion, they all dressed semi-formally. Both Kit and Jade opted for semi-formal attire, eschewing dresses, a choice that made them burst into laughter when they saw each other

You arrived last, and upon seeing you, Kit froze in place. When you approached to greet her, after wishing Jade a happy birthday, Kit couldn't help but feel her heart racing. She was astounded by how beautiful you looked in your blue dress, adorned with ribbons in your hair. It was in that moment that Kit realized something had changed within her during this past month.

Throughout dinner, the three of you shared laughter and jokes, and every time you touched Kit's arm, she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. After the meal, you all decided to take a leisurely walk around the castle grounds to continue your conversation.

Sometime later, Ballentine approached Jade and asked for a moment, prompting Jade to bid her goodbyes and leave. This turn of events left Kit and you alone together.

"Maybe I should go too," you said in a soft tone.

"You could stay a little longer," Kit replied, her voice shy. You nodded with a sweet smile, and in that moment, as you continued your walk under the moonlit sky, Kit felt something stirring inside her, something that went beyond mere friendship.

You two fit perfectly. Eventually, you ended up in the garden, pausing to gaze at the stars. While you were awe-struck by the celestial display above, Kit's eyes were fixed solely on you. In her eyes, amidst the enchanting flowers and the moonlit night, you outshone everything else in the garden. Overwhelmed by her emotions, Kit could no longer contain her feelings.

"I think we have a problem," Kit blurted out hurriedly, causing worry to bubble inside you. "What? What is it?" you asked, concern etched on your face.

"Turns out that I don't hate you," Kit began, her words rushed. "At all... not one bit."

"I do not understand. What are you trying to say, Kit?" you replied in a hushed tone. Kit approached you, now standing directly in front of you.

"Turns out that I actually like you..." Kit confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't know what to do with all of this that I am feeling." With those words, she brushed her hand against yours, her touch tender. She then gently kissed your hand, leaving you both exhilarated and perplexed.

A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside you, rendering you momentarily speechless. Kit looked at you with anticipation, her brilliant blue eyes searching yours for a response. In that moment, you realized the depth of your feelings for the girl standing before you. Determination filled you, and you took a step closer, your hand caressing Kit's face. You wore a sweet smile, silently asking a question that hung between you.

Kit nodded in response, her own emotions mirrored in her eyes. You closed the gap between you, your lips meeting hers in a tender, electrifying kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away, and Kit responded by moving her hands to your face, pulling you closer. She couldn't believe what was transpiring, but in that moment, all she wanted was to feel you near.

After a few blissful seconds, you both pulled back, gasping for air, yet radiating joy. "I like you too, just in case you didn't get the memo," you teased, a playful tone in your voice.

Kit made an affirmative sound, a mix of contentment and amusement. "Good to know," she said before leaning in to kiss you once again, sealing the newfound connection between your hearts.

The next day, you didn't attend Kit and Jade's training session. However, Kit showed up wearing the ribbon that you had worn the previous night, wrapped around her wrist. Jade immediately noticed this, causing her to smile broadly.

"I thought you hated ribbons," Jade teased Kit.

Kit felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. "Yeah, I just thought this one was nice," she stammered, to which Jade playfully rolled her eyes.

"So, good to know that I'm officially the third wheel," Jade remarked, a smile on her face as she started preparing for the session.

This statement caught Kit off guard. "What? She told you?" Kit asked, excitement evident in her voice. Jade seized this moment of distraction to begin the session, leaving Kit caught off-guard.

"Of course she did," Jade replied, finishing her sentence. With one last dreamy smile, Kit started training too, the revelation of her newfound feelings adding an extra layer of motivation to her movements.

In the days that followed, a secret romance blossomed between you and Kit. It was a delicate dance of stolen glances and hidden touches, a love story meant to remain hidden from the world. Yet, the joy that radiated from both of you was undeniable.

Your clandestine meetings became precious moments, tucked away in the secluded corners of the castle gardens or in the quiet corridors of the palace. Every stolen kiss, every shared secret, felt like a treasure, something too beautiful and fragile to be exposed to the harsh light of day.

Despite the secrecy, your relationship was an anchor for both of you. In a world where duties and expectations weighed heavily on her shoulders, the love you shared became a sanctuary. Your laughter filled the empty spaces, and your whispered words of affection drowned out the noise of the world around you.

Kit was enraptured by the simple joy of stealing your ribbons whenever you wore one. To her, each ribbon became a tangible reminder of your presence, a way to feel connected even when you weren't near. When you questioned her about this habit, she looked into your eyes with sincerity.

"To feel you close when you aren't near," Kit confessed, her voice filled with vulnerability and affection. Those words hung in the air, encapsulating the depth of her feelings for you.

In the quiet nights when the moon bathed the castle grounds in its silvery glow, Kit often found herself marveling at the serendipity that had brought you into her life. She couldn't believe how fortunate she was to have you by her side, your laughter becoming the melody that filled her heart.

Six months had passed since the beginning of your relationship, a secret love that had flourished behind the castle's stone walls. One day, with Jade's assistance, you managed to sneak into the castle and found your way into Kit's room. There, in the soft glow of candlelight, you sat on her lap, your lips dancing together in sweet kisses, punctuated by soft giggles.

You peppered Kit's face with kisses, causing her to laugh joyfully. As you drew near her ear, you whispered, "I am so lucky to have you." Your words sent a shiver down Kit's spine.

"You don't even know what you do to me," Kit replied, her voice filled with longing, as she gently caressed your face.

With a swift move, Kit took hold of your waist and shifted positions so that both of you were now sitting. She leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, losing herself in the sweet taste of your affection.

Amidst the stolen moments of intimacy, you paused to share some news. "I've got a job," you revealed, your words met with a kiss on your cheek from Kit.

"What?" Kit asked in confusion, her heart sinking at the thought of potentially seeing you less. "Why?" She moved back slightly, her worry apparent.

"Well, my parents thought it was time for me to get a job, but don't worry," you reassured her, gently cupping her face to plant a tender kiss on her lips. "I'll be working here, in the castle. Yes, I'll have to cook meals, but I'll see you more often," you said with a warm smile.

"Really? Why would you do that? It's very hard work. I could have gone to see you wherever you were," Kit expressed, her hand finding yours.

"I did it for us," you replied, your eyes sparkling with determination.

Kit felt like her heart might burst with emotion. In that moment, every part of her longed to tell you what she already knew. She mustered up the courage to speak but was interrupted by Jade's voice from the other side of the door.

"Time's up, lovebirds," Jade called out, breaking the spell.

You shared a laugh, then planted a soft kiss on Kit's lips. "You'll tell me later, Kit," you said as you reached for your shoes, preparing to leave.

Before you could step away, Kit gently grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards her. In the dim light of her room, she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours in a lingering kiss, a silent promise of the words she couldn't quite voice yet. The moment hung between you, filled with unspoken emotions, before you finally pulled away, your heart echoing Kit's unspoken affection.

With a tender smile, you whispered, "Goodnight, Kit," before slipping out of her room, your heart brimming with the love that had grown between you both, even in the quiet secrecy of the castle's halls.

You began working at the castle, and if Kit were being honest, she truly loved all the extra time she got to spend with you. Every stolen glance during meals, every gentle touch, and every moment your hands brushed against each other only deepened her affection. Kit cherished the nights when she showed you the secret spots in the castle, relishing every single second spent in your company. In those stolen moments, amidst the whispers of ancient stones, Kit found a happiness that felt like a treasure, one she wanted to hold onto for a lifetime.

This particular day, Kit woke up with an unusual sense of excitement. She and you had planned a little date night in the castle gardens, and Kit was determined to make everything perfect. She had even made arrangements to ask Jade for help in gathering candles and preparing food for the evening.

As Kit got ready for the day, her excitement grew. Breakfast time was always a bittersweet moment for her, as it was when you served her breakfast. Kit hated the fact that you needed to do that, but at the same time, she cherished the opportunity to brush her hand against yours and share secret smiles, hidden from her mother's watchful eyes.

Entering the breakfast room, Kit greeted her brother and her mother, but her attention was entirely consumed by thoughts of you. She couldn't help but admire how your hair looked that day, how the ribbon you wore matched the one she had chosen for her wrist. Every detail of your appearance seemed to captivate her, and she eagerly anticipated the moments they would share after breakfast.

"Kit! Were you listening to me?" her mother's voice broke through her thoughts.

"No, sorry, Mother," Kit replied, her gaze briefly shifting away from you. You returned from the kitchen with a fresh tray of food, wearing a small, warm smile that momentarily eased Kit's unease.

"I wanted to talk to you about something important," her mother continued.

Kit grabbed a muffin, taking a bite while trying to maintain her composure. "Okay, what is it?" she asked, noticing you making your way back to the kitchen with the tray.

"You are to be engaged to marry Prince Graydon of Galladoorn..." The sound of a tray clattering against the floor cut off the queen's words.

"Oh! I am so sorry, Your Majesty," you stammered, quickly kneeling down to clean the mess. Kit wished she could stand up and assist you, but she felt rooted to her seat, her breath catching in her throat. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't marry anyone else, especially when the person she truly wanted to be with was you. She turned her head to look at you and saw a tear streaming down your cheek.

Once you had retreated to the kitchen, Kit found her voice. "What? Mother, no. Please, I beg you!" she pleaded, desperation lacing her words.

"It is your duty to your kingdom, Kit!" her mother declared. "The meeting to sign the alliance is next week, and by then, I expect a change of attitude," she finished, rising from the table and leaving only Kit and her brother. Airk hurriedly approached Kit and embraced her tightly. In that moment, Kit finally allowed herself to cry. Her whole world seemed to be crumbling into pieces, and the weight of her responsibilities bore down on her shoulders like a crushing burden. The prospect of a future without you felt unbearable, and Kit clung to her brother, seeking solace in his comforting embrace as she wept for the love she feared she might lose.

The rest of the day proved to be a torturous ordeal for Kit. She wandered aimlessly through the castle, desperately searching for you. She even ventured into the kitchens, hoping to find a trace of your presence. Instead, a blonde girl informed her that she hadn't seen you since breakfast. Disappointed and increasingly worried, Kit's optimism began to wane. Even though she hadn't been able to plan the date the way she had envisioned, a small glimmer of hope persisted. Perhaps you would still show up.

As the hours passed, that hope gradually ebbed away, replaced by a sinking feeling in Kit's chest. The first hour of waiting felt like an eternity, but as the second hour ticked by, her optimism turned into a painful realization. Yet, Kit made the decision to stay, clinging to the possibility that you might still come.

She waited in the gardens, her heart heavy with anticipation. The night passed, and Kit remained there, alone and deserted. You never appeared. Deep down, she understood why you hadn't come, yet that understanding did little to ease the ache in her breaking heart. The night seemed endless, each passing moment a testament to the love that had been left unfulfilled, leaving Kit alone in the shadows of the garden, shattered and inconsolable.

For three agonizing days, Kit felt as if she couldn't breathe. The absence of your presence was like a suffocating weight on her chest, a relentless reminder of the love that had slipped through her fingers. Desperation gripped her heart, and she knew she had to do something about it.

"Jade, please, I need to talk to her, please," Kit pleaded, her eyes filled with raw emotion as she looked at her friend. They stood together in the training grounds, the weight of Kit's desperation heavy in the air.

"Kit, I know you do, trust me, I've tried," Jade replied, her voice filled with honesty and concern. "But she really doesn't want to see you right now."

Tears threatened to spill from Kit's eyes, her heart breaking a little more with each passing moment. "Please, I just want to tell her that I love her. She needs to know that I love her," Kit said, her voice trembling with the intensity of her feelings. She managed to contain her tears, but the pain in her eyes was unmistakable.

Jade fell into a thoughtful silence for a minute, her eyes searching Kit's face. "Go to the gardens tonight. I'll make up some excuse to get her there," Jade finally said, her voice softening with understanding.

Gratitude surged through Kit, and without a second thought, she enveloped Jade in a tight hug, a heartfelt thank you escaping her lips. There was a glimmer of hope in Kit's eyes, a fragile optimism that maybe, just maybe, she would have a chance to mend the shattered pieces of her heart.

That night, you arrived at the gardens, hoping to see Jade. She had promised to take you horseback riding, knowing that your days were occupied with work, leaving you with no time during the day for such leisure. As you spotted a figure in the garden, you called out, "Jade!" Your voice carried happiness, but as the figure turned around, you realized it wasn't her. Disappointment flooded your expression, and you turned away, ready to retreat.

"Please, wait!" Kit ran toward you, her voice carrying a tone of desperation. She grabbed your hand, her touch pleading with you to stay. "Please," she repeated, her eyes filled with an intensity that matched your own conflicting emotions.

Reluctantly, you turned around to face her. Kit looked exhausted, dark circles under her once bright eyes indicating the toll these past few days had taken on her. Yet, even in her weary state, you found her breathtaking. She reached out, gently touching your cheek, and you melted under her tender caress.

"We've got nothing to talk about, Kit," you said, your voice small, trying to push her away.

"Of course we do," she insisted, her touch soft and persuasive, inching closer to you.

"No, we don't," you replied, even as every fiber of your being yearned to kiss her, to hold her close and never let go.

"Let's just... talk," Kit suggested, moving closer, her determination etched on her face.

"Kit, you're getting married. What we had... it can't be anymore," you said, tears now freely streaming down your face.

"Don't, don't say that, please. We... we could find a way around it," Kit pleaded, her eyes searching yours for a glimmer of hope.

"We can't, Kit. It's your duty, and I understand. I knew what I was getting myself into," you whispered, pressing your forehead against hers. "And I still jumped headfirst into this... and I would do it a million times, just to have the time that we had."

It sounded like a goodbye, and Kit hated it. She knew what she wanted to say, but how could she, when it wouldn't change a thing? So, she did the only thing she could. She kissed you, savoring the bittersweet taste of your tears mingled with her own. In that moment, she tried to memorize every detail, every feeling, knowing it might be the last time.

The kiss broke, and you held each other, clinging to one another as if afraid the other might disappear. The moment was both heartbreaking and beautiful, a collision of love and loss. Kit hated the instant you let go of the hug.

"Goodbye, Kit," you said, your voice heavy with finality, and as you started to walk away, Kit didn't want to let go of your hand. But she had to. So, she watched you go, standing there in the darkness of the garden, her heart shattered and tears streaming down her face, aching for the love she was about to lose.

On her way back to her chambers, Kit couldn't stop crying. All she wanted was to lie in bed and cry until she had no tears left. However, her misery was interrupted by a stern voice slicing through the darkness.

"So, she's the reason you don't want to comply with your duties?" Kit turned around to see her mother, Queen Sorsha, staring at her with a mix of disappointment and concern etched on her face.

"I don't want to talk about it, Mom," Kit replied, her voice cracking from the weight of her emotions.

But her mother wasn't ready to let it go. She grabbed Kit's wrist firmly, demanding an explanation. "No, we are going to talk about it now," she insisted, her tone firm and unyielding.

"Fine!" Kit answered, her voice sharp with frustration.

"Is she really the reason? This... maid?" Sorsha asked, her tone dismissive and condescending.

"Don't! Don't call her that, and don't look down on her!" Kit retorted, her voice laced with determination and protectiveness.

"That's what she is, Kit. A maid. You, on the other hand, are a princess. You have duties," Queen Sorsha said, her words cutting through the air like ice.

"Don't talk about her like that. She took the job for me!" Kit said, her voice rising with a fierce intensity.

"What do you mean by that?" Sorsha inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"She took the job as a kitchen maid to be closer to me," Kit confessed, her voice almost a whisper, laden with vulnerability and despair.

Sorsha paused, her eyes studying her daughter, taking in the signs of her heartache. "How long has this been going on?" she asked, her tone softening, sensing the depth of Kit's feelings.

Kit turned around to face her mother, her eyes swollen from crying. "For over seven months," she began, her voice breaking. "But you don't have to worry about it anymore. As of tonight, there's nothing left for you to worry about," she added, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sorsha stood there, silently watching her daughter break down. A mixture of emotions crossed her face, a realization dawning upon her. "Does this girl really mean so much to you?" she asked cautiously, moving closer to Kit.

"I love her, Mom," Kit said, her voice filled with raw emotion, her love pouring out like a waterfall breaking free from its dam. "I love her so much that every day, when I wake up, all I want to do is see her, hold her, look into those beautiful eyes, and take her to the gardens to hear her talk about her favorite flowers. I want to cherish every moment with her. I was so lucky," Kit finished, her voice barely a whisper, as she sank to the ground, crumbling under the weight of her heartbreak, tears flowing quietly once again.

Sorsha looked at her daughter, her heart breaking for the pain she saw in Kit's eyes. Deciding to approach her differently, Sorsha knelt down, attempting to reach for Kit's hand “Kit, why didn’t you tell me?” but before she could touch her, Kit moved abruptly.

"When, Mom?" Kit's voice cracked as she screamed, her pain and anger bursting forth. "And even if I did tell you, you probably would have banished her to another realm, taking her away from me! And yet, you managed to rip her away from me!" Kit's voice wavered, her eyes filled with a mix of anguish and fury as she stood up, her body trembling. With that, she turned away, heading toward her chambers, leaving Sorsha standing there, alone.

As Sorsha stood in the corridor, she felt a profound sense of loss and regret. She realized she had never given her daughter the opportunity to confide in her, to trust her. Her intentions had always been to protect Kit, but now, she had lost that trust, and her daughter's happiness had been shattered before her eyes. Witnessing her brave, beautiful daughter break down made Sorsha vow to herself that she would do anything in her power to prevent that pain from ever consuming Kit again.

She didn't even know what Airk might be hiding from her. It was time to rearrange things, to reevaluate her decisions and actions. Kit's happiness was paramount, and Sorsha was determined to make amends. It was time to change the course of their lives.

Kit dreaded waking up the next day, fully aware that everything with you was over. So she dismissed all the ladies' maids, seeking a moment of solitude. However, after a while, Kit heard her chamber door creak open again. Prepared to send the intruder away, she turned around and found her mother standing there.

"Wake up, Kit. You have a busy day ahead of you," Sorsha said with determination.

"Really? Why? Is my wedding today, and you didn't tell me?" Kit retorted sarcastically, although she complied and rose from her bed.

Her mother, seemingly unfazed by Kit's tone, observed her daughter with a knowing look. This made Kit uneasy.

"I am not getting married today, am I?" Kit asked cautiously

"No, you're not. You're going to train with the knights of Galladoorn," Sorsha informed her.

"What?" Kit asked, bewildered.

"Next month, you are set to begin your training with the knights. It will mark the first time a princess joins their ranks," Sorsha finished.

"Great, now I won't even be able to see her. I just know it!" Kit exclaimed, frustration growing within her. But Sorsha remained composed.

"With this new alliance, your engagement with Prince Graydon won't be necessary," Sorsha said, shocking Kit, who turned around to stare at her mother in disbelief.

"What? What are you trying to say, Mom?" Kit's voice quivered with hope.

"What I'm trying to say, Kit, is that you should get ready to go and tell that sweet girl, the girl who has captured my daughter's heart, that everything will be okay," Sorsha began walking toward Kit, who stood frozen in place. She reached out and gently took her daughter's hands, this time not facing rejection. "Everything will be okay because your mother loves you, Kit. And your mother is also the Queen. It might take time, but you go and tell that girl that you love her, and that I'm going to fight for you two," Sorsha concluded, and she felt Kit's arms enveloping her. It was a hug she hadn't received since Kit was a little girl.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Mom!" Kit said, practically running toward the door.

Everyone in the castle was surprised to see the princess running with a broad smile on her face, even giggling. Their shock intensified when she burst into the kitchens. But when Kit entered, she couldn't find you anywhere.

"She was sent to pick some flowers, at your mother's request," the blonde girl from last time informed her. The gardens. Of course, her mother would have sent her there.

Hope bubbled up inside her as she ran, and once she reached the gardens and saw you there, picking flowers, it felt as if she was looking at you for the first time. This time, she knew that nothing would ever come between you.

"I love you!" Kit screamed, startling you, your confusion evident.

"I don't understand, Kit," you said, your confusion clear.

"I've loved you for quite some time, and I am not losing you," she said, walking toward you. "I love you," she repeated, quieter this time.

"But you're supposed to be engaged?" you said, caution in your eyes.

"I am not engaged, and I won't be, unless it's with you," Kit said, reaching for your hand. She placed a kiss on it, sealing her promise.

"That's impossible, Kit," you said, your eyes still filled with caution.

"Not anymore. My mother is going to fight for us, for this... so if you would have me, I am all yours, and every beat of my heart belongs to you," Kit declared, determination shining in her eyes. You just kissed her; you knew you had kissed her yesterday, but that kiss had felt like a goodbye, while this kiss was a promise.

"I love you too, Kit, more than anything in this world," you said, and then you joined your lips once again.

You both stayed there, kissing in the gardens for some time, only breaking it to repeat the words "I love you." A new beginning; that's what this meant. Not just for the two of you, but for the whole realm. Everything was about to change, and you two were at the heart of it. Regardless, you had each other, and that was all you needed.

[darkwitchoferie]

Train Ride - Chapter 10, Finale

A/N: This is the last chapter. It feels wild that I even wrote it, let alone that so many of you have enjoyed it. Thank you all so much!! I don’t even have the words to express to you all how much I love your enjoyment of my story.

I apologize if any of this seems – disjointed. Part of it was written while I’ve had the flu. Which I still have but I wanted to get this out, so my proof reading may not have been the best.

A special thanks to both Sorsha (@daydreams-after-dark) as it was her birthday event that started this whole thing with my original oneshot. And to @skzficpriv for your comment on said original oneshot being the push I apparently needed to actually write this whole fic out.

Finally, I decided the finale needed to be broken up into the rachas and that vocalracha should be first – seems like they’re always last when I’ve seen other fics or series broken up like this. Enjoy!

Cw/tw: unprotected vaginal and anal sex, consensual somnophilia, oral (m & f receiving), cum eating, face fucking, double vag penetration, member x member action, reader called a slut (and is very into it)

Wc: 5k

Master list

~~ Vocalracha ~~

Technically, it was Seungmin’s night to be on his own. There was a somewhat complicated rotation to who, of the nine of you, was sleeping alone and who was sleeping with who. Sometimes the alone person wouldn’t end up alone and would be invited back with someone else. Sometimes a pair that was ‘scheduled’ to be together, ended up separating and sleeping elsewhere for the night. But the loose, somewhat complicated schedule was to help make sure that the nine of you were not only getting equitable time with each other, but that you also had alone time when you wanted.

Dating, you���d reflected once, was complicated when there were this many people involved.

You didn’t bother waiting for a reply text from Jeongin, just went through your nighttime routine and climbed into his bed. Knowing what you wanted to happen, you didn’t bother with pajamas, they’d just get in the way. You used to, back when you first proposed the somnophilia idea to Chan, have difficulty falling asleep when you were anticipating him coming home. Now, though you were very much still anticipating your boyfriends arrival, you found it easier to fall asleep.

When you awoke, however many hours later, it was to the feeling of something in your mouth and your cunt. Your eyes fluttered open to see Seungmin kneeling over your chest, the head of his cock resting just barely in your mouth. Behind Seungmin, you could feel Jeongin’s hands on your hips as he kept pushing into you.

You bent your knees up, hooking one over Innie’s hip, as you opened your mouth wider for Seung, sliding a hand up to grip his hip. You had a fleeting thought to wonder how you didn’t feel them move you onto your back, as you’d fallen asleep on your side, but quickly gave yourself over to the sleep-hazed pleasure they were providing. Seungmin gently cradled your head, lifting slightly, as he shallowly fucked into your mouth. The angle wasn’t right for you to take all of him, but neither of you cared.

Jeongin bottomed out inside you, holding still for just a moment to allow you to adjust, both of you feeling your arousal seep from you, adding to the lube he’d used before you woke up. The pair set a sync’d rhythm, both pulling out and pushing in at the same time. With your free hand, you reached down to your own hip, gripping Innie’s hand.

Maybe for most people, this wouldn’t be considered ‘making love’, it would’ve just been sex, perverse sex at that considering how it started. But to you, for you with your men, this was very loving. The way Jeongin slid in and out of you – slow and deep so you could feel all of him; the way Seungmin was looking down at you; the way they were both holding onto you all combined to make you feel very loved.

After several more thrusts, Seungmin twisted his head to look back at Jeongin. Some sort of unspoken communication passed between the two men, but you didn’t know what it was right away. Seungmin pulled back, pulling himself fully out of your mouth. At your whine of protest, he smirked down at you and bent nearly in half to press a quick kiss to your pouting lips.

“Ya know what we haven’t gotten a chance to do you yet, pretty girl?” Seungmin asked, swinging his leg over so he was no longer kneeling over your chest. His fingers danced down your belly, then rubbed against your pussy lips where you were connected to Jeongin. You knew exactly what he meant.

As much as you loved being doubly penetrated since the first time with Minho and Hyunjin, it wasn’t something you did very often. It, sadly for you, tended to leave you feeling extra sore which almost always meant you wouldn’t be having fun with any of your men the next day. Still, you spread your legs wider, canting your hips against Seungmin’s fingers, eager to have them both in you.

The pair of them smiled down at you as Seung gathered the lube and your slick that was leaking around Innie’s cock to lubricate his own fingers. The pair leaned over you, kissing, licking, and sucking at your skin as a pleasant distraction while Seung carefully pushed one of his fingers into your pussy beside Innie’s cock.

“Doing so good for us, sweet girl,” Innie muttered against your skin. He’d stopped thrusting, allowing Seung to prep you to take both of them. “Always so eager for us to play with you, aren’t you? Always so happy to make us feel good.”

“Mm. Feel good too.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he lifted his head to smile down at you. “You always feel so good taking care of us, huh?”

You worked to keep your hips still as you felt Seungmin add a second finger, then carefully scissor his fingers apart. You were sure, in some distant part of your brain, that no matter how many times you did this, you’d never get used to the feeling of being so full. You knew the stiller you kept your hips, the faster and easier it was for them to prep you and the sooner you’d be as full as possible.

You felt Innie press harder down on your hip and only had to wonder why for a moment. With unerring accuracy, his thumb landed on your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves.

“God, I love these piercings,” Seungmin said over the sound of your mewling. “Make you so much more responsive.” He kept his fingers buried in you as he leaned up to wrap his lips around first one, then the other nipple, sucking and flicking the hard nubs with his tongue.

In moments, between Seungmin’s fingers and mouth and Jeongin’s fingers, you were clenching and arching as your first orgasm washed through you. As you relaxed, coming down from your orgasm, Seung added a third finger, pulling a deep moan from your throat.

“Ready,” you gasped out. “Please Seung. ‘M ready, promise,” you pleaded, gripping his hair after just a few short thrusts of all three fingers.

“Okay pretty girl. I believe you.” They both pulled out of you, chuckling in tandem at your whine. “We’ve got to move if you want us both in you,” Seungmin said with a teasing smile.

Jeongin flopped onto the bed beside you and the pair of them helped you get situated, helping you sink down on his cock. You laid back against his chest, bending your knees, feet on either side of Jeongin’s thighs to make room for Seungmin. Innie’s fingers found your clit, flicking over the bud with his thumb.

Seung glared at him as he could see your cunt clenching from the stimulation. “Wait until I’m inside her, Iyen-ah,” he said, flicking the back of the younger man’s hand. Innie laughed in your ear, but moved his hand back up to rest on your lower belly. Seungmin leaned over you, claiming your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss, Jeongin shifting to kiss the side of your neck, as the elder of the two steadily eased into you. The trio of you let out matching groans once he bottomed out.

After a moment to adjust, Seungmin started slowly thrusting into you, letting his cock drag along your walls and Innie’s cock. He steadily picked up his pace until his hips were snapping forward into you.

“Not gonna last long, Seung,” Jeongin commented.

“Me neither. Pretty girl’s text put us both on edge hours ago,” he said to you. You smiled up at him, unrepentant as Jeongin’s fingers moved back to your clit. Seungmin hunched over you, lips wrapping around your nipple again, alternating sucking and licking the nub, before he switched sides, his hips not faltering in their rhythm despite the way you’d started squirming from the various stimulations.

You gave yourself over to the pleasure they were providing, not caring to keep track of anything more. When you started clenching tightly around their cocks, you heard Seungmin’s groan and Jeongin’s breathy voice in your ear.

“Feel you getting close, sweet girl. Gonna cum on our cocks? Milk both of us at once, hm? Come on, you can do it. Can feel it right there, sweets. Just let go.”

And you did, head pressing harder against Jeongin’s chest, fingers scrambling for purchase on whatever parts of your boyfriends you could reach, as you shook through your orgasm. Seconds after you, you felt Seungmin’s hips still as both their cocks twitched, filling you up with their cum.

Seungmin dropped down to rest against your chest as the three of you fought to catch your breath. You whimpered as they each gently pulled out of you. With your eyes closed, and sleep pulling at you again, you couldn’t be sure which of them it was, but one of them gently cleaned you with a damp towel.

“Gonna have to have a proper shower in the morning,” Seungmin muttered as he spooned behind you. Jeongin lay in front of you, arms around both of you as you snuggled against his chest and drifted off.

~~ Danceracha ~~

You knew Minho’s text meant they were annoyed with each other. Or, most likely, he and Hyunjin were annoyed with each other – neither of them was capable of being annoyed with Felix for more than a minute. That meant that they would not be able to relieve each others’ stress like they frequently did at the studio.

It was late, so you hurried to the JYPE building. The security guards waved you in when you arrived, handing you a visitor pass as you headed to the elevator. They were all familiar with you after all the times you’d been in with any and all of the guys and didn’t question why you were there so late.

“A trench coat, kitten? Really?” Minho raised an eyebrow at you as he took in your appearance when you walked into the dance practice room.

The three of them were as far apart as they could conceivably be. Minho was standing against the wall of mirrors, arms and ankles crossed. Hyunjin was exactly opposite him. The two of them were very pointedly not looking at one another. Felix was on the couch against the wall that also held the door you’d just walked through. He wasn’t tense enough for you to think there was a real argument going on, probably just a difference of opinion on something that could’ve been solved if the pair of them had asked for his input, which they likely hadn’t done yet.

“It’s cold out,” you justified. “Well, the rain is cold.”

“It’s not that cold, princess,” Hyunjin strode up to you. “You could’ve borrowed a hoodie, you didn’t need a full trench coat.” He tugged the belt of your coat. “It’s not even tied tightly. Wh – Princess! You’re naked!”

You laughed as the coat fell open, completely exposing you. “I suppose I could’ve just borrowed a hoodie. But that would’ve drawn attention from security downstairs, don’t you think? Not to mention all the people I passed on the way here.”

“Did you walk here like that?!” Felix jumped up from his spot on the couch. You just smiled.

“Naughty kitten,” Minho sauntered up to the three of you, then tugged you to him by the sides of your coat. “Good girl,” he praised, leaning in to capture your lips.

You kissed him for a moment, before taking a couple steps away, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you. “You gonna tell me what’s got you two pissy with each other? Or does Lix get me all to himself?”

Felix wrapped his arms around you, under the coat, snuggling against you. You wrapped him up in your coat like it was a blanket, covering both of you. You’d swear that if he could, he’d be purring as he pressed his face into your neck.

Hyunjin folded practically instantly. It was exactly what you’d thought. They were working on the choreo for their new unit song and the two of them had had a difference of opinion on a short section. Rather than talk about it, they started to get snippy. Then you learned that none of the three of them had slept much and had been going since they got to the company more than 12 hours earlier.

“Oh my loves,” you sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of Felix’s head. You didn’t bother telling them that they should have taken a break, that they needed more sleep, or any of the other things one might consider in this situation. You’d been through enough comebacks when you were still just friends with them all that you knew that wasn’t helpful. It was accurate, but it didn’t matter as it was information they already knew and would ignore for their art. Instead you said, “Next time, call me sooner. Don’t wait until you’re already pissed off at each other, yeah?”

While Hyunjin had been explaining everything, Felix’s hands had started to wander under the coat. It was nothing too distracting at first, just his fingers dancing over your ribs or down your spine. But then, obviously recognizing that Hyune had reached the end of the explanation, his fingers smoothed over your hip and down to gently tug on the new jewelry Changbin had bought for you the other day. You gasped, tightening your hold on him.

“The roses?” he asked, running his thumb over the piercing.

“Mm-hm,” you nodded.

“Wanna see.” He dropped to his knees, letting your coat fall open again so he could look more closely at your new jewelry. “Pretty,” he smiled up at you, leaning in to press a kiss against the rose-shaped piercing. His tongue darted out, flicking over your clit as he lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder.

“Bin know you’re wearing the set he got you, kitten?” Minho asked, stepping behind you to help support you. And for better access to grope your boobs.

“Considering I – ah – was just in his bed less than – right there, Lix – an hour ago, yeah. He knows.” Felix shifted a little below you, burying his tongue in your cunt with an intensity like he was chasing any taste of your other boyfriend that may have still been there. His nose brushing against your clit and Minho’s fingers teasing your nipples had you unraveling quickly.

“Look, kitten,” Minho nudged your chin so you looked up and directly at yourself in the full length mirrors across from you. “Watch yourself, like Hyune’s doing.” As he said it, you realized Hyunjin hadn’t gotten any closer to you and was just watching the three of you. “Watch yourself fall apart on Yongbok’s tongue.”

You struggled to do as Minho instructed, fighting your normal instinct to close your eyes or tip your head back in pleasure. You looked down at Felix, watching the way his head moved between your thighs.

“He’s got such a talented mouth, doesn’t he, kitten?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded frantically.

Minho reached down, weaving his fingers in Felix’s hair and pulled the younger man away from you, pulling a whine from both of you. “Kitten,” he waited until you looked at him through the mirror. “Watch. Yourself.” As soon as you shifted your gaze to your own face, he pushed Felix’s face back against your cunt.

He kept one hand in Felix’s hair, you could feel him gently stroking his fingers through the younger man’s hair, while his other hand teased and pinched your nipples.

You’d never seen yourself outside of the pictures and videos that were in the group chat. And you hadn’t really paid much attention to yourself, always more interested in your men. Your eyes traveled over your own face, oddly entranced by the glazed look taking over your eyes and the flush high on your cheeks that traveled down your neck and chest.

There was a weird sort of disconnect when you saw Minho’s fingers teasing your nipple. You could feel it, obviously, but seeing it was… different. Almost like it was happening to someone else.

Felix switched his attention, wrapping his lips around your clit and gently sucking the bud. You gasped, hips bucking against his face and your head tipping back. You did your best to keep your eyes open and on your reflection.

“Good girl,” Minho praised, clearly noticing you’d kept your eyes on the mirror. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, then sucked a bruise into the same spot. That was enough to finally tip you over the edge of the orgasm you’d felt building. You arched, back pressed against Minho, pushing your cunt firmer against Felix, and feeling more than hearing the younger man moan in response.

Quicker than you thought possible, the three of your boyfriends had you arranged the way they wanted. Felix was on his back with his cock buried in you, while you practically laid on top of him. Behind you, Hyunjin had finished prepping you and pulled his fingers from your cunt, just to press the tip of his cock into you, sliding alongside Felix.

“God, I love the face you make with two cocks in you. Look at that face, kitten.” You did, watching the way your jaw dropped, tongue lolling out slightly, then losing sight of yourself as your eyes rolled back when Hyune bottomed out. “Here, Hyune, lift her up a bit.”

Together, Minho and Hyunjin lifted you up so you were sort of upright. Your back was arched in such a way as to keep Hyunjin inside of you and allow him enough room to thrust into you. You knew already that it wouldn’t be comfortable for very long. Hyunjin wrapped his arms under your boobs in order to help keep you upright. You did your best to support yourself with your hands on Felix’s chest.

Minho, meanwhile, turned your head slightly to face him and tapped the head of his cock against your tongue before tangling a hand in your hair and steadily pressing into your mouth. Hyunjin and Minho quickly found a rhythm together, leaving you and Felix to just go along for the ride.

“That’s it. God,” Minho spoke through his moans. “Look at yourself, kitten. Look how well you take our cocks. Such a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

The combination of two cocks in your pussy, one in your mouth, and Minho’s words was quickly building you to another orgasm. Then Felix reached up with both hands to tease, pinch, and fondle your nipples and tits. Within moments, your orgasm rocked through you, pulling first Felix then Hyunjin with you.

Hyune carefully pulled out of you, but kept his arms around your waist as Felix pulled out then shimmed down the floor to bury his tongue in your pussy, lapping up the combination of all three of your cum and quickly building you to another orgasm.

Minho groaned, fingers tightening in your hair as his hips sped up. After a few short thrusts, he buried his cock as deep in your mouth as he could, coming down your throat. Below, Felix added his fingers, crooking them perfectly while pressing against your clit with his thumb. It only took a few strokes of his thumb to have you coming in his mouth.

You sighed as you were helped to the floor beside Felix.

Vaguely, you heard Minho and Hyunjin talking and chuckled when you realized they were figuring out the compromise necessary for the dance moves they’d been working on. Felix joined your laughter as soon as he realized what was happening.

After a minute, Hyunjin pulled on clothes and went to get you a cup of tea while Minho hurried to the nearby bathroom for paper towels to clean up anything Felix had missed.

A short while later, the four of you made your way out to the parking garage where you all got into Minho’s car and he drove you all to your apartment. Inside, you all showered and crawled into your bed together.

~~ 3Racha ~~

You pushed open the door to the studio to see only Chan in the room. He was sitting on the couch, head tipped back, eyes closed.

“Hey baby.” His eyes popped open and he grinned as you shut the door behind you. “Ji and Bin?”

“Downstairs getting food. You were right, of course.”

“My hangry men,” you smiled fondly, stepping up to him and combing a hand through his hair.

He snorted, wrapping his arms loosely over your hips and bringing his head forward to rest his forehead on your belly. “Yeah, probably.” After a quiet minute, he said softly, “Are you happy, baby girl?”

“So happy. Do you... do you ever miss it just being us? I mean – are you happy too, with the way things are?” You thought he was, he hadn’t said anything that made you think otherwise, but it was important to ask.

“So happy,” he repeated your words, looking up at you with that smile you adored. “You’ve always been so full of love, my love. It’s only right you get to share it.”

You gazed at him blissfully. Sure, you didn’t get as much one-on-one time with each other as you used to, but it was amazing knowing that he wouldn’t change that either. You pushed against his forehead, gently pushing him back so you could slide onto his lap.

For a few minutes, you just basked in each others’ presence, holding onto one another and feeling the other breathe. Then you felt something else.

You giggled a little as you ground your hips down against his boner. “I guess that is why you called me, technically.”

“No! Well, okay not just for that. I mean, I did also think your presence would help cut the frustration by a lot,” he justified. Not that he needed to, you both knew you were just teasing him. He grasped your hips, rolling them himself against his clothed dick. “Think I can make you cum before they get back?”

“You know you can.” You grasped your shirt’s hem, tugging it up and off. “Think you can cum in me before they get back?”

He pulled you forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss while the two of you undressed each other.

In no time, you and Chan had each other stripped down. He lifted you off his lap, just to turn and lay you out on the couch. The piercings you’d gotten while they were away were proving to be a double edged sword, so to speak. They made already sensitive areas more sensitive, which meant you got off faster. But they made you more sensitive, which meant you got overstimulated faster. But that meant it didn’t take a lot of stimulation to get you soaked.

Still, Chan was one of the thicker of your boyfriends, so he took his time steadily fingering you open, pressing soft kisses to your belly while watching your face as you squirmed on his fingers.

“Channie, please, ‘m ready,” you rolled your hips, doing your best to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“Alright baby girl,” he chuckled at your whimper when he removed his fingers. He made himself comfortable between your thighs, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, before steadily pushing into you. He gave you a moment to adjust then, when you sighed happily, he quickly started thrusting into you.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of your head and pressing messy, open mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck. “Feel so good around me, baby girl,” he muttered. “Always so wet and warm. Could stay in you for hours.” You knew that wasn’t an exaggeration, he had before spent the better part of an entire day with his cock buried in you.

He wrapped an arm under your lower back, lifting you slightly as he picked up speed, his hips snapping into you. With the angle he held you at, his cock slid perfectly over your g spot with every thrust.

He continued kissing down your neck and across your chest until he reached one of your nipples. He wrapped his lips around the bud, gently sucking and licking until it pebbled up, then switched sides. You buried one hand in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder as he steadily brought you closer to your orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl. Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Feel you clench around me,” he muttered against your tit before pulling your nipple back into his mouth.

You closed your eyes, surrendering yourself to the pleasure you were feeling. You dug your nails into Chan’s shoulder, tightening your grip on his hair as you felt that coil in your belly tightening. In response, Chan groaned and snapped his hips into you faster, chasing both your orgasms.

He groaned, biting down slightly on your nipple, as he felt you clench around when you came. He followed, filling you with his warmth, just a few thrusts later.

You were relaxing comfortably against Chan’s chest, knees bent and legs open so you were on display, when Changbin and Jisung came back in. “Hey brought a snack for – Bunny!” Bin slammed the door closed behind him when he saw you. “Just all out so anyone can see.”

“Just for you two to see,” Chan corrected. “No one else is coming in here.”

Jisung moaned as he practically fell over the arm of the couch and all but face planted into your pussy. Behind him, Binnie giggled. Your responding giggle was cut off into a moan when Ji buried his tongue in your cunt, lapping up Chan’s and your cum.

You watched over his shoulder as Changbin reached into his laptop bag and pulled out a tube of lube. He then stepped up behind Jisung and tugged off his pants and boxers. You watched as he methodically prepped Jisung, your own hips bucking up in response to the various noises coming from Ji.

“God,” you moaned out. “Luckiest woman alive.” You squirmed in delight at the beaming smiles directed your way. “Sungie,” you whined after a moment, redirecting his attention back to your cunt. It didn’t take long for him to have you coming on his tongue once he refocused.

As soon as you came down from your high, your men rearranged. You were bent over the arm of the couch, kneeling on the cushions. Behind you, Jisung gripped your hips as he slid into you, then held still, whimpering a bit as Changbin slid into him. Chan stepped in front of you, stroking his thumb over your cheek. He waited until Changbin started moving before tapping his cock against your lips, then pushing all the way into your mouth.

“Oh God.” Ji draped himself over your back, both of your bodies rocking with Bin’s thrusts. You relaxed, allowing Chan and Bin’s thrusts in your mouth and Jisung’s ass to rock your body back and forth.

“How does Bunny feel, Ji? She gripping your cock?”

“Feels so good. So warm.”

“Yeah, bet she feels perfect,” Changbin grunted. “Wish you could see yourself though. God, you look perfect. Taking my cock so well.”

You felt Ji’s cock twitch in you and assumed, by Bin’s groan, that he’d clenched his ass around the older man’s cock. You looked up at Chan, watching his face as he fucked yours.

“Look at you both,” Changbin continued. “Both so perfect and so good to us. So happy to be used.” Jisung whined against the back of your neck. “Ji, baby, reach around and play with Bunny’s pretty clit, yeah?”

He did as instructed, though it took a few seconds for him to react. His hand snaked over your hip, quickly finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. Using just his middle finger, he rubbed quick circles against you, moaning when you clenched around him.

You felt shifting above you, then Changbin’s arm between you and Jisung, lifting the younger man off your back. After a few seconds, you heard Ji whine, the rhythm of his finger faltering, as he came inside you with no warning.

Then Changbin let him go and he all but collapsed back on top of you, whining from the overstimulation in your ear, his softening cock still being rocked into you from Bin’s thrusts. It didn’t take long before you too were coming, clenching hard around Jisung’s soft cock and pulling a high pitched whine from his throat.

Chan was next, burying his cock as far in your mouth as you could handle and shooting his load down your throat. You were panting for air when he finally backed off. He crouched in front of you, rubbing a soothing hand over both your and Ji’s hair as Changbin brutally thrust into Ji, chasing his own high.

You felt when Bin came, his hips stilling and Jisung weakly moaning against your neck.

A while later, after you’d all recovered and been cleaned up, Chan drove home. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to the group chat. Chan’s text-to-voice read it out loud through the Bluetooth speaker. On either side of you, Changbin and Jisung moved closer, effectively crushing you in a hug between them. You listened as Chan’s phone read out the others’ responses, feeling warm and content as you locked eyes with Chan through his rearview mirror.

Previous           

Taglist: @skzficpriv @strayk1ds143 @vegetablesarefuntables  @imagine-all-the-imagines  @yeetmylifeu  @wolfo2027  @vampkennedy  @writhingwrecked  @xxeiraxx  @jiminssluttyminx

[daydreams-after-dark]

Happy birthday <3 I saw your little December event and had to rant about my obsession with Han and accidental sex chocolate fics like OMG.

Just imagine you and Han are best friends and drunk off your asses when Han finds a box of chocolates in his roommate's snack cabinet. You two devour it all, obviously- only to find out they're sex chocolates.

Han gulps, you gulp, because how many did you have? Like ten, each. The package said to have two at the most. But what can you do? It would be worse to deal with it all alone, and at least you have a pretty best friend in the same boat. So the two of you decide that you're just gonna wait it out, and maybe, hopefully it won't kick in that hard.

Fast forward a while later, Han is hard as fuck, and the chocolates have made him so sensitive that he nearly cums in his pants at the first touch. You just have to help him, after all. The poor boy looks so good all heated and squirmish. Combined with the view and the copious chocolates you ate yourself, and oops- you're dripping down your thighs.

He can't even bring himself to take off his sweatpants because the way you're humping each other like rabbits on the couch is so good, he can't stop. Eventually, somehow, they come off, and Han fucks you like it's his god-born right. He's not holding back for shit, because he feels like he might explode every time he buries himself in your tight wetness.

The sounds he lets out are unabashedly loud. He probably wakes up all the neighbors in the vicinity. The closer he gets the more he talks, too. Nasty language spills from his lips, from strings of swears to praises of your pretty little cunt. I wouldn't be surprised if he cried, poor thing- but that depends on if he's feeling sub or dom. Might switch, honestly.

But yeah >_< ignore that eating too many sex chocolates might cause a stomachache! or at least, don't be dumb and eat a bunch of your roommate's candy without reading the label. <3

part of #sorshas birthday month submissions

I’m squealing so hard right now! Lucky no one is home. I may have to go an relieve myself after reading this.

Omg imagine being so horny and needy like this! Where all rational thoughts leave and you’re just moving on pure lust and need. Humping like rabbits (as you said), even the friction of the clothing almost enough to make you cum.

There's absolutely no resistance when he prods his fat leaking tip to your drooling hole. It just slides in making you both cry out in relief. There's no going slow, he just starts fucking you hard and fast. You both need it so bad. Everything is so wet and loud!

I really want to imagine him a bit on the dom side with this, telling you how he owns this pussy and that it feels so fucking wet and tight. (even though I'm pretty sure thee will be some whiny moments... there's always whiny moments with him).

Just imagine how his cock would feel dragging on your walls. I'mdfuhiuhkufhksehf 💀💀💀💀💀

Even when he cums inside you, you both don't stop. You just keep on fucking while it leaks out around the base. Then he just goes ahead and smears it all over you while he fills you again and again.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! SO DELICIOUS!! Who is this, cos I want to give you a big kiss!!

Side note: I am currently in love with Han in the chocolate factory out fit (subby han, that is). Imagine the chocs there are these special chocolates and he likes to sneaky eat them. You come to visit to check everyone is hard at work, but you notice he seems rather needy, humping things and such. You can't help but want to help him out....,maybe give him a hand job and watch him spurt cum all over his uniform.... I might write something about this another time.

read more submissions here: #sorshas birthday month

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY MONTH - DECEMBER

Hey my beautiful friends! I have an announcement / request.It's my birthday month, and I am opening up the ask box (even though it was never closed), for something a little bit different.

Instead of you sending in fic / scenario requests (which you still can regardless of this), I am requesting YOU to send ME your naughtiest thoughts or fantasies about your bias.

Like, what are your most filthy thoughts? What would you let them do to you? What do you want to do to them? Is there a particular theme that really gets you wet or hard? (like me and alien Han)? Or, what's a kink you didn't know you had until you started reading smut (like me and Han with 2 dicks - it doesn't have to be realistic)?

You don't even have to be involved! It could be you really love imagining two of the guys (or more) together. I know you have filthy minds and are horny little things.

Hit me with what you've got. Also... of course you can submit anonymously... that way you hopefully won't hold back.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[skibidisigmameow]

❃ A night to remember

pairing: Kit Tanthalos x reader

warnings: fem!reader, kit is a black cat around everyone but a golden retriever with jade and reader, no use of y/n, 18+ topics but no smut, js kissing, reader has seen Kit a few times but didn’t realise she was the princess before, her mother made her basically never leave the house and work indoors

song: “A night to remember” by beabadoobee and laufey

a/n: it was really fun to write, i hope you’ll enjoy:) if you want to request smh don’t afraid to! english is not my first language but i tried my best to find all the mistakes.

INFO

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

“I swear i have seen her before” Kit sighed as she swinged her sword in Jades direction.

“Yeah? So maybe you should go on a adventure, looking for a girl that you slept with in your dream” she replied sarcastically and repelled Kits attack.

“Oh spare me” she put her hands up, signalling end of the training, “i don’t even remember what she looked like” she groaned and put her sword to its scabbard.

“I don’t know, maybe you will see her again in your next dream” she laughed.

Dreams. Kit got many dreams in her life, but none of them could compete with that one she’s got a week ago. She’d never forget about that pretty girl underneath her white sheets, the soft kisses they shared and the night they spent.. she could remember every detail about that dream, the warmth, the scent of the other girl, the things she felt.. yet she still couldn’t remember her face.

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

After the training Kit went straight to the dining room, where her mother was already waiting for her.

“Where is Airk?” said Sorsha as Kit sat down next to her.

“I’m here mother” Airk showed up before Kit could answer, sitting down next to his sister.

“Good, now if you let me” she said as she stood up, “since you are getting married to the princess of Galladoorn” her gaze turned to Airk “there will be a party in two days, and i expect you two to show up” she announced.

Marrying a person you haven’t even seen before.. Kit gave her brother a look full of compassion. She didn’t even imagine what he must feel right now.

A weird feeling hit her when she noticed a girl talking with an older maid. Strange warmth filled her heart and a blush crept onto her face as she watched her every move.

“Kit?” Sorsha snapped her out of her trance, making Kit look at her.

“Sorry mother, i’m not hungry” she said as she stood up, when her eyes traveled back, the girl was done.

She ran to the older maid “Excuse me, do you know this girl you were talking with?” she asked politely.

What a stupid question.

“Oh, of course! She is my daughter” the old lady smiled “is there something wrong with her?” she asked worriedly.

“Oh no, no! My mother wants her to help with the food and everything at the party” she improvised, a nervous chuckle left her mouth.

The maid gave her a slightly suspicious look, because ber daughter wasn’t even working in the castle but before she could say anything, Kit was already on her way to Jades house.

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

“Calm down!” annoyed moan left Jades mouth as she had to listen her best friend ask her about the same thing for the 10th time.

“What do i even do” she cried.

“Make her a bouquet, give her something yours, be creative!” Jade hit Kits shoulder.

“Will you help me?” she looked at her, almost begging for help.

It’s not that Kit was totally clueless about romantic stuff, she was just kinda inexperienced and lost in the feeling. She’s got some little crushes before, but never asked anyone out. She was too scared of rejection, but this time was different.

For the rest of the day Kit and Jade were looking for the perfect bouquet to impress the girl from her dream.

·*¨༺❃༻¨*·

The next day she was planning everything from the start of the party to the end. But i guess everything went to hell when she saw you in the crowd. The feeling of deja vu hit her when she took a longer look of your face.

Flowered blue dress with green corset made you look in her eyes like some goddess, making her even more nervous.

“She is so attractive” she mumbled into Jades shoulder, hiding her flushed face.

“Go talk to her” she answered.

Kit blew up every chance she got to talk to you, which annoyed Jade even more. She even brought her a drink to help her relax, but it didn’t seem to work. And this is how the past hour passed.

Eventually, Jade got mad and intervened. She dragged Kit to the dance floor, where you were talking with someone and pushed her at you, making it look like an accident.

“Oh i am so sorry! Are you okay?” Kit said, her voice trembling.

“Yeah.. yes i’m okay” you answered quietly.

After a longer moment of awkward silence she asked “Do you want to.. dance with me?” her hand waiting for you to grab it.

You nodded shyly and grabbed her hand, she guided you through the crowd to get more space to dance. Her hands rested on your waist as you slowly wrapped yours around her neck, making her slightly pull you closer.

You two swayed to the music “I feel like this happened before” you said quietly, smiling softly under your nose at how absurdly it sounded.

She wished she could see the smile of yours for the rest of her life.

“Well, it’s happening now” she looked into your eyes.

“Have i seen you before?” you said as you scanned her face.

“You don’t know me?” she asked in slight disbelief.

“Should i?” you replied with a nervous chuckle.

She took your hand again and led you through the hallway of the castle, you followed her without hesitation.

“Are you gonna tell me where are we going or i should start worrying that you want to kill me” you heard her quiet laugh at your words.

While the two of you were walking, a small but meaningful to you conversation started. Just about your hobbies, interests, nothing big but you two seemed like you’ve known each others for years.

After a longer while you could see a big garden with a lot of flowers and a big tree in the middle. It was dark outside so the only source of light came from the windows.

“We shouldn’t be there! The queen’s gonna be mad” you whispered, however she didn’t seem to care.

Kit sat down under the apple tree and signalled you to come closer “You look so pretty” she said as you stood in front of her.

A slight blush decorated your face. You sat down next to Kit, her hand brushing against yours “We are gonna get in trouble” you mumbled.

She sighed and looked you, you could notice her gaze on your lips “That might sound crazy but.. with you i feel like i belong somewhere” she said, looking at the cloudless sky “and i know we don’t really know each other but i would really like to get to know you better”

“Maybe it was meant to be like that” you grabbed her hand and looked at the sky as well, “you didn’t tell me your name” your face turned to hers.

“Kit, Kit Tanthalos” she said hesitantly.

The realisation hit you immediately, you were flirting with the princess! “this is so wrong, i shouldn’t be here” you stood up as fast as you could, but she was faster to grab your hand and keep you in place.

“There is nothing wrong with this! Please.. wait here for a minute, promise me” she said, begging you to stay.

You sighed loudly and sat down under the tree again, she disappeared immediately.

Kit couldn’t believe that she forgot the gift she got you. She was never running this fast, the risk of loosing you from her sight again was too high. She grabbed it quickly and ran back to the garden.

When she got back, you saw her with a big bouquet of jasmines, yellow roses and forget me nots that she was holding. Your mouth slightly opened as you watched her get closer.

“Where did you get that?” she sat next to you and gave you the flowers.

“Save those questions for later, i still have something to give you” she showed you a pretty ring “it’s amazonite” she put it on your ring finger and kissed your hand “i hope it will always remind you of me”

“It will, thank you.. but i don’t have anything to give you” you said, feeling genuinely sad “oh! wait” you said as you took off your necklace “it was my grandmas, it’s ruby stone” you kneeled behind her and put it on, she smiled at your gesture.

“Do you like your gift? It was really hard to get” she laughed under her nose.

“Why are you doing this?” you said quietly, she looked into your eyes again.

“Sometimes, people listen to their hearts and do things that they don’t really know why they are doing” she got closer to you, one of her hands traveled to your cheek.

“I guess they will figure it out” you whispered.

Her lips brushed against yours as you closed your eyes. She laid you down and kissed softly - as if she would hurt you if she kissed harder. You deepened the kiss and put your hand on her neck what gave her more confidence. The kiss got more comfortable as you two got lost in the moment. You could feel her smile between the kisses. Nothing else existed, it felt like you have experienced this before.

Maybe you did, in another universe?

taglist: @lxxk2sua @rin-idk @that-one-little-soybean @venusbequiet @vster0769 @cherryflavoured7777 @lightwhoranoutoflight

[musetember]

your generation has, like, zero attention span for epic tales

Questies! Welcome to Musetember, our prompt challenge during September based on the Ancient Greek muses and the ways their stories and themes can inspire fanfiction and art. 

We have nine different themed prompts and a special tenth - The Chorus - that invites you to participate through commenting or lists of recommendations.

Unfamiliar with the muses? We’ll take you on a journey through them all. Every muse inspires, but each has a domain that resonates with her the most. Write a story that embodies the muse who speaks to you most strongly, or write something inspired by each one in turn. You can interpret their domains as broadly or as literally as you like; the main thing is to create in whatever way feels best to you. 

Calliope invites you to tell us an epic tale. Whether it’s the final battle between good and evil on Andowyne or a re-telling of an ancient legend from the old gods and heroes of our world, this is your chance to go ageless and big. What’s an epic tale? Classically these were long works like The Odyssey, passed down in stories upon stories. Don’t have the attention span for a tale quite that epic in length? Maybe your tale is epic in scale or ambition, rather than word count.

Melpomene looks deep into your heart and asks you, what is the worst that could happen? The muse of tragedy, she has seen over and over again the ruinous and inescapable paths people create for themselves and the ones they love. How could Sorsha doom her daughter to a loveless marriage? When hope is lost, what survives?

Thalia is here to make you laugh. With her, it’s time to embrace the most ridiculous premises, the silliest goobers and the bawdiest jokes you can imagine. Really revel in the humorous side of Willow, a comedy of errors, even a vaudeville au - just don’t forget that happy ending. 

Erato - more like E-rated! Erato is the muse of erotica, so it’s time to get your smut on. Write a moment of intense passion, of aching desire, of the deepest, horniest bond imaginable. 

Clio is your invitation to look into the past. As the muse of history, she’ll be with you whether you’re exploring the story of the first six fey to be cast out of the Grove, or if you’re deep in the research for a historical au in our world. 

Polyhymnia welcomes you to explore religion and ritual. Speak to us of the Order of the Wyrm, of beliefs that shape the lives of the Bone Reavers… or of Catholic schoolgirls just trying to catch a moment together. 

Euterpe sings. The stage is set and the orchestra is waiting - it’s time to celebrate music. Embrace the inspiration found in song lyrics, in band dynamics, in a brand new video edit, or ask yourself: does Kit really know how to play those instruments in her room?

Terpsichore extends her hand to draw you into a dance. From sexy grinding in a modern au to an aching slow dance in the rain, dance can be about self-expression or tight, rigid control. 

Urania looks far beyond this world and draws your attention to the stars, to the two moons lighting up the sky. The muse of astronomy is as present in the far reaches of the galaxy in a sci-fi au as she is in the constellation of Jade’s freckles.

Finally, we come to the Chorus. In Ancient Greek works, the Chorus often represents a voice speaking to or with the audience, a bridge between the world of the story and the world outside it. The Chorus is vital. Without their commentary, something important is lost from a story. Those who comment on fanfiction as just as important - you readers are part of this challenge too! Tell the writers what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. Leave a comment on a favourite story that fits the thematic domain of each muse. Write up a rec list for your favourite muse, and share your favourites so that others can discover them and dive in.

Rules and some specific writing challenges below the read more!

Writing Challenges: 

Still needing more inspiration? There are different ways you can approach this. You can write whatever style your heart wants, or you could try your hand at one of these challenges that interpret the muses’ calls in different ways. 

The Fragment Challenge Write a drabble of 100 words, or write multiple drabbles as if they were glimpses into the same story with missing pieces in between. For artists, share a fragment of a work in progress - anything unfinished!

The Epistolary Challenge Write in the form of letters, a diary, newspaper clippings, social media posts… Or how about Nockmaar’s trip advisor?

The Lost Scene Challenge Write or draw a scene we missed out on in canon, or a scene that gives the impression it is part of a longer, unwritten fic.

All of these give you a fun way to explore the things you choose not to tell the audience, and play off the Ancient Greek theme that our muses inspire. 

Rules/FAQ

How long does the challenge last?

From September 1, 2024 until Oct 6, 2024.

How do I share my cool stuff?

If it's a fanwork appropriate for AO3, we'd love it if you added it to the challenge AO3 collection, which will be open until the challenge ends!

What pairings apply? Is this just Tanthamore?

This challenge is open to all Willow fanworks! You can create things for any prompt with any character or characters from Willow, you can write different pairings, you can do whatever you want forever. Just make sure that your fics are tagged appropriately!

Can my work be any rating?

Yes absolutely! Write the most E-rated thing your little heart desires, just tag it as such so readers can decide for themselves what they'd like to engage with.

Can it be any length?

Sure! There is no minimum or maximum word limit.

Does it have to be based in Willow canon?

Nope - it can be canon, canon-divergent, or any kind of AU you would like to write!

Does it have to be finished?

Nope, not at all. If one of the prompts inspires you to start a long fic, you are still totally welcome to add it to the collection during September and carry on working on it after the challenge is over.

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

(okay so this is actually a couple months ago but i was writing something and i was oh - this kind of sounds familiar to something ive written somewhere. its a draft so forgive me for jumping around hehe

ive seen the resurgence of this topic and it really hints at the differences between the way the pro/anti sides read this books.

this argument is a much older one - and the orginal argument was that sjm undervalues feminine work, not 'feyre undervalues feminine work.' the framing is very important toward the argument being made; if we say that 'feyre undervalues female work/femininity' then we're looking at a very narrow focus. we are making a statement about her character, not the characterization and writing decisions that go into making the character. when we say that 'sjm undervalues feminine/house work' then we are making a much broader statement. because then we are making a criticism toward the writing decisions, not character decisions. the reason this is important, in particular, is because often the story struggles with distinguishing sjm's voice from feyre - hence why we are often told things, and shown another.

the important takeaway from this argument is that sjm often chooses not to show or elaborate on the 'feminine' coded things; that in the books thereafter - there are two black-coded women in the background doing alll of the housework, and another older black-coded woman doing all of the medical work. and another black-coded woman in the spring court doing alllll household of the work. its that even though the 'laziness' of the sisters was a focal point in their relationship fracture, the story never actually acknowledges these things - or that even feyre did them. the focus is always on the hunting. its that the book assigns these task to black women and never talks about it again. that feyre was able to assume this fatherly role (hunting) is what the story argues is the sacrifice. bc the story is adamant about the women not falling into the 'party-planner' 'lady' 'baby-making' role. why be 'just a mother' when you can be a highlady fire wielding, death-beating, seer, goddess warrior. being 'just a mother' isn't enough. being 'just a party planner' isn't enough women who occupy that 'just a mother role' are often women who are violently killed off and unnamed, victims of hyperviolence, or characterized as vapid (rhys and tamlin mother, lyria, sorsha, marion, loa, cassian's mom, az's mom, mother archeron, dorian's mother, ember - who occupies both roles imo). there is an unwritten, negative consequence associated with being 'just a mother' -- and its not until sjm herself becomes a mother that we even see semi-positive representations of motherhood (yrene, embe, feyre; and even in this case - feyre still falls into the catergory above). in short - the narrative works against sjm newfound appreciation of motherhood and it's also demonized as femine-coded work that isn't considered valid.

instead of actually holding the sisters accountable for ‘not doing enough’ the narrative just assigns the task to invisible women and moves on from the discussion. and this segues into a wider discussion of representation and white feminism; how it’s okay to always place black/brown-coded women in invisible positions of servitude and service (madja, alis, nuala and cerridwen, nehemia, sorscha). think about this - the story essentially praises that feyre does all of this work and that she deserves to rest by....giving the work to these black handmaidens to do; ofc this argument is analytical and subjective (i.e. its my opinion), but i think there's always something so weird about framing the discussion around the fact that 'feyre deserves to rest,' instead of actually getting at the problem of having servants to begin with.

we get a moment where feyre sees her boots falling apart and instead of just taking nesta's boots (bc she was asking for another pair) or mending her own (feyre is just assumed to only have one pair). she kind of just throws herself a pity party. there’s like feyre doesn’t think like a survivalist, nor do her sisters even act realistically impoverished. even if nesta and elain where stereotypical mean girls they still would not act like that given how long they’ve been in that position. im sure nesta and elain know how to sew, so at the very least, they could’ve been mending clothes, making their own clothes and shoes. that is a ‘feminine’ coded task that could have easily been incorporated into the story to make their circumstance more believable. instead the emphasis is always put on the masculine coded activity: the hunting.

the reason the statement even comes up is because the story often disparages 'femininity' in the name of progression (i.e. this is why elain's character exists in a vacuum; she is praised for the same qualities she was vilified for). the 'progression' in this case is an approximation to masculinity. its why the sisters must go on a journey before settling into femininity and why the book essentially believes training is the answer for the illyrian women oppression. its what the book distinguished feyre away from her sister with. it’s that the story doesn’t acknowledge a decade, of at the very least, regular household tasks.

[knight-princess]

Willow really was like we’re going to give you some of the best and wildest sibling dynamics you’ve ever seen. The Tanthalos twins? With all the teasing and “are you sure it wasn’t a dove?” and “Kit I’m not going anywhere” and the way the whole quest is Kit setting off seeking her brother to save him and Airk not hesitating to dive into the pool to reach for her and the heart break of “I’m your king” and then to Kit begging him to come back to her and her “I’ve got you” and it working. Phenomenal epic heartbreaking beautiful all the stars. Kit and Boorman? The older brother Kit didn’t even know she had who is a whole disaster “Boorman you cheddar headed goob” but trying so hard to fix things and atone and Kit doesn’t even know until the finding out “You were his squire. And you left him to die.” To him giving her the armour, and telling her she can do it. Giving her his belief in her. Amazing I love it. Jade and Scorpia, the long lost siblings, the way basically their first interaction is to brawl in the leaf litter and then the soft way Scorpia tells Jade that she used to count the stars before she fell asleep to make sure there they were all still there. The tension in what Jade’ll do now, whether she’ll come live with the Bone Reavers, how it will affect her relationships with Tir Asleen and Kit and Sorsha and Ballentine and all, all of that, delicious. But the sisters. I love them, love all of them, the way these aren’t even all the examples, Kit and Elora I could write about for days, etc. Love them love the variety, love the humour, love the heartfelt

[ksfreckles]

This is coming from a very painful place. A place that is bleeding and pleeding with all its will for this to be false. Or for them to change their minds, I don’t care.

I am so tired of feeling like this. So tired of never getting closure to the things I love, tired of never even getting to start watching certain shows because the lesbians die, or get cancer, or whataver.

Willow was the one good thing we had in such a long time, fantasy wise, and it hit me different than anything else. 

Now I’m crying thinking about how I’ll have to move on from it, how I’ll have to deal with:

- Never knowing how did Kit remove the cuirass, 

- Never getting to see Kit and Jade have small moments of tenderness,

- Never getting to see Kit and Jade call each other girlfriends,

- Never getting to know how Graydon would come back (cause I knew he would),

- Never getting to know what really happened to Madmartigan,

- Never getting to see Sorsha welcome her kids back, 

- Never getting to see Boorman back with Scorpia,

- Never getting to see more o Jade and the Bone Reavers,

- Never getting to see Kit and Elora interact more.

Among so many other things I’m honestly too tired and too sad to ever wrap my mind around. 

I would go as far as saying I wish I had never watched that show in the first place, cause then it wouldn’t hurt so much, but that wouldn’t be fair to the cast and crew and everyone who put so much of their souls into this, into bringing this wonderful queer story into the world.

I’m so thankful to have gotten to live this, but right now my heart is shattered into a million tiny pieces, and I just want to curl up in a ball and cry.

I hope people continue to write fics about them, specially in canon, so that we have something to hold on to, but I have been here long enough to know how fast we move on from story to story and I don’t really know if we will get that at all. 

I hope I don’t lose whatever few friends I made here, but that’s also a long shot. 

I’m sad. So very sad. 

[icemankazansky]

@film-in-my-soul tagged me in this really cool fic meme:

Everyone deserves to toot their own horn and be proud of their work! So, this tag game is fairly simple.

Promote 5 works that you're really proud of and share a little about why you're so proud of it! Then tag as many people as you like. You can reblog this post and add on to it (why not create a giant reclist to throw around?) or steal this header (and border if you like) and make your own post!

The Storm Series

Top Gun, Iceman/Maverick, E

Eight years after Maverick and Iceman meet at TOPGUN, Maverick is running the program and Iceman is badly injured in combat, which finds him sent back to Miramar to teach until he's fit to fly again. Things move pretty fast after that.

I'm proud of many things about Storm. It was my first major work for Top Gun, and I'm really happy with the characterization. The way the characters and their relationship evolve through the series—I'm proud of that, and I'm proud that I was able to pick up the series after eight years and write two more installments that belong in the universe with the first two. Despite all the ways I had changed as a person and a writer in the time between, I was able to slip back into it like an old coat, and that is something you strive for as an author.

Dreams of Impact

Top Gun, Iceman/Maverick, M

Maverick's trip in Darkstar takes him further than he ever imagined possible.

When I was a baby writer, I wrote a lot of really long stories. For several years, I worked with another writer on a collaboration that surpassed 200k words, and we never finished it. That was by far my longest work, but many of my stories pre-2010 are 10k, 20k, 50k.

Now it's rare that I write something that long. Part of that is that I learned how to say a lot without that many words. Pithy was a word I heard constantly in grad school, and I needed to learn how to do that. I have, and I'm a much better writer for it. I'm proud of that.

There are a lot of other reasons that I don't write long, multi-chapter epics anymore, everything from writing professionally to my health, and to be honest, sometimes I miss it. Dreams of Impact offered me a wonderful opportunity to get back to that kind of writing. I enjoyed writing the story very much, and I'm proud of how it turned out. The longer, more-plot heavy story muscles had not been flexed in a while, but I guess I still got it.

the weight of my heart is measured in carats

MCU, Tony/Pepper, G

What's so impressive about a diamond except the mining?

Remember what I said about pith? This one is like a good sword: perfectly weighted, perfectly balanced.

you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl

Willow, Sorsha/Madmartigan, M

Magic leaves a trace, and part of the curse stayed in her blood, and Sorsha never forgot what it was like to be the wolf. Even after her mother transformed her back, the wolf lived still, tucked behind her breast.

I love magical realism, and I love making things into fairytales, and I love finding ways to fit discordant things together so they seem completely natural. I did all of those things very well in this story. It was also a gift for a dear friend who is also an excellent writer, and she absolutely lost her gotdam mind when she read it, and I am proud of that.

running through the underworld into your room

Top Gun, Iceman/Maverick, T

“Most of my grey hairs you gave me,” Ice said, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice even altered as it was. He paused. “You don’t know how much I wanted this. To grow old with you.”

This story is a standalone piece, but it was also—for me—an exercise (an exploration, maybe) in two very specific things. (It doesn't matter what. What does matter is: Not long after I had posted this, I talked to a couple people—dear friends but also writers I respect—about it once they'd read it, and they both told me how well I had done those two things, even though I hadn't mentioned them anywhere. I'm proud of that. It's extremely gratifying to know you can hit a target even if it's a target no one else can see.)

Tagging: @topgunreacts @escritoireazul @boasamishipper @maverickcalf @adiduck @hangsters @thelastplantagenet @andmakeithome

[theweeklydiscourse]

i'd be fascinated in seeing you write discourse on throne of glass, it really has a lot to unpack... i love your acotar commentary!

Now that’s an interesting idea! I got halfway through the first book in 2020 before I got distracted by another series, but I picked it up again in 2021 and read all the way to the end in rapid succession. I’d heard about Sarah J Maas’s writing before and I was exposed to some divided opinions on the qualities of her writing. Some hated it, but most people loved it and I decided to read the series so I could draw my own conclusions about the state of her books.

Long story short, I did not like her writing. But, there are certain aspects of TOG that make me prefer it to ACOTAR.

But, I read the series all the way through so I could make an informed assessment and critique of her writing without getting things wrong. Like you said, there is a lot to unpack and if I decide to reread the series at some point I’ll definitely write about it. Off the top of my head I have about three things in the TOG series (in no particular order) that have captured my attention.

1) The books in the Throne of Glass series should not be nearly as long as they are

One of my professors always told us to make every word count in our essays to create concise writing and I wish Maas had an editor who would tell her the same thing. Many of the books in TOG are bloated and could be improved if Maas would just cut down on some of the material in her books. There’s a lot of unnecessary fluff that pads out nearly all of her novels and it makes the pacing of the story very poor and uneven. This is particularly noticeable in her habit of creating a vast wasteland of nothing for chapters and chapters before finally reaching the REAL action (at which point the book ends and the reader questions their life choices)

2) The racism in TOG is impossible to overlook

I can’t even discuss Nehemia’s death without raging. Describing the way she died feels so surreal, it’s like Maas shoved her hand into a glass jar of racist tropes and pulled out a handful of them. Another detail I distinctly remember from reading Heir of Fire was when I was reading Sorsha’s description for the first time and noticed that she had “tan” skin and looked like she was of Eyllwe descent and I thought: she’s going to die, isn’t she? AND LO AND BEHOLD, yet another WOC killed in the most brutal way imaginable to advance the character arcs and angst of white characters. I got downvoted to hell on the Throne of Glass subreddit for pointing it out, but it must be said.

3) I was disappointed by Manorian.

This particular grievance is something I’ll elaborate more on in the future because to me, it represents a larger problem in Maas’s writing that should be addressed more often. I intend to write about his more in the future.

Also thank you so much for the compliment! I’m so glad that you liked my commentary on ACOTAR :)

[a-couple-of-notes]

I have committed myself to so many things right now, but if I could, I would absolutely write the heck out of a Willow soulmate AU. Because--like, I've seen Tanthamore soulmate AUs going around. I've seen calls for drift-compatible Tanthamore. It's very good.

But consider the juiciness: Kit desperately wanting Jade to be her soulmate/partner. Waiting for the day fate will mark Jade's name on her arm. Of course Jade's the one. Who else could it be? (Sorsha tells her that the soulmate marks aren't always romantic or who you'd expect, but Kit doesn't listen, as per usual.)

And then--bam! Who's her fate-ordained soulmate but Elora freaking Danan?

Like, for as much as I love a good romantic soulmate story, this fits so perfectly with Kit's canon narrative: her cocky belief that Jade will always be around (because Jade will be my soulmate), her need for external validation (fate says Jade and I will be soulmates), her growing resentment toward Elora for (in her mind) taking everything from her (even fate says you're more important than what I want!). What layers would that add to Kit's refusal to believe in Elora? To her eventual support of her? To Kit's journey toward accepting her romantic feelings for Jade and acting on them?

And also - Elora is the most important person for Kit in season 1, and arguably vice-versa. Not romantically, but they're mirrors, foils--Kit's arc hinges on accepting her place as Elora's protector, and major points in Elora's arc happen when Kit pushes her. I think that's peak soulmate stuff right there.

[kenneth-the-mudmander]

Hey Questies!

Since many of us are gonna take a shot at writing our own season 2. I was thinking of making some polls to see what people want most.

This could be to help other writers. But mostly for myself, Id love to know what story beats people want or expect and what people think is most important I include.

Im gonna make a series of polls. Asking various "should i do this or this" type stuff. But, I thought I would preemptive it by making this post.

If you have stuff you want to see/read from s2, please add a comment or reblog and put in the tags. (Comments are fine. I know people dont also like to reblog.)

Also please put theories if you like.

Things Im most curious about.

How long it takes the party to get back to Tir Asleen.

Do they help Scopria with the slave rebellion before they get there? Or do they need Tir Asleens help to form a siege against the Trolls?

How big is the world? Should the group have to travel to all 9 realms to unite them? Or do they meet dignitaries at a ball or something and get the alliance there?

What creatures do you most hope to see? (Example: Unicorns, fairies, mermaids, dragons, ect.)

Are the Fey still alive? Are they in the Grove? Should the party go to the grove?

How do they save Graydon? Do they travel to the underworld/Wyrm dimension to save him? (And save Mads at the same time?) Or do they meet Graydon on the battle field while he is corrupted. And have to fight him first?

How awesome and cool should the power couple Sorsha and Madmartigan be when they reconnect? Do they join the fight? Do they kiss when they see each other again?

Should the Wyrm be killed? Can he be killed? Or should he be put to sleep for another thousand years? Or is Graydon an avatar for the Wyrm, and saving him is redeeming the Wyrm? Does the Wyrm need to exist to bring balance to the force?

Should their be an epic grand sweeping lord of the rings type army battle? Or is the day saved far away with most unaware?

Any thoughts on Mims? How should her journey be? Does she save Rannon from the slave mines? Or does Willow? Or does Scorpia?

Does Willow become the greatest sorcerer who ever lived? Of course he does. But how powerful should we make him? How powerful does someone need to be to be THE GREATEST?

Airks redemption. How should that go? Is he still somewhat corrupted? Or is he fine now and just needs to find his place? Who does he fall in love with? Im pretty sure Im gonna make a "create Airks love interest poll".

Whats Boormans Mom like? This I will for sure need help on. Also, where is Boorman from? Galadoorn like Madmartigan? Or Angora? Whats Angora like? I imagine something middle eastern or like India. But Im white, so I def need imput.

Also I need imput on any culture/realm beyond what we know. I would love if we all came up with places.

Anyways. That was long. And just examples. Please help! If youre interested. 😊

[theyaresogay]

wasn’t sure if i should fully trust that the fluff is here to stay, BUT YOU WERE SO NOT LYING, also i definitely believe you now when you said you prefer writing fluff. CUS THAT CHAPTER WAS THE CUTEST TEETH ROTTING FLUFF.

I still am loving all the tiny lil details you add that just contribute to how much they know eachother, Jade KNOWS her favourite food, also every thought she may have about it, and that she’ll be a lil late. Just gah the lil things made it so much better.

OH AND I SO CALLED IT THAT THE THREE FOR THREE GAME WOULD BE CUTE LATER.. also like so useful for closure, with Kit thinking sorsha made jade be her friend, so glad that was addressed.

i’m so certain i had a dumb smile at the what does love feel like “it feels like home”, nah cus you’ve built Kits character so well that her being vulnerable and talking about her feelings freely hits so much harder.

i could honeslty talk about this chapter forever, but i can’t just not talk about how considerate Jade is for taking things slow, i feel like that’s almost what makes them so perfect cus Kit is used to having all these walls up to protect herself but she doesn’t necessarily need them for Jade cus she just understands. idk but the way you write them is just so perfect imma have to say this fic is for sure my no.1 fav.

Anyways glad your concert went well, and THANKYOU.

I TOLD YOU! FLUFF IS FUN TO WRITE! (sure, sometimes angst is, but teeth rotting sugary stuff is the best)

The little tiny details! I mean, they're bound to know a whole lot of crap about each other considering that they've been best friends for a million years. I love adding tiny things like that though, it really does make it feel more real.

Anna and Kit made it up and have a!ways been cute together, and I thought, you know, who's the other really cute couple? Jade and Kit. So naturally, they get to be cute with it. :)

They both really need closure about Sorsha and she's gonna get an earful, don't worry.

SEE!!! I TOLD YOU! The angst sucks, but it's got a massive point. The main reason for it in this story is that Kit wouldn't believe a lot of the things Jade said if she hadn't been through it, wouldn't believe she deserves it. But now she does!!! I'm glad it hit hard, it was supposed to, so I'm glad I accomplished that.

I love all of the comments! Ranting about Willow is amazingly fun!

Jade is very aware if the fact that it's basically lesbian culture to move too fast, and Kit's been through too much shit for her to not make sure that she doesn't hurt her. She wants Kit a lot more than she thinks they're ready for, so she's trying to make sure that neither of them get overwhelmed because they both have a lot of trauma that has not been dealt with. All of the open honestly with Jade! Kit really does trust Jade with her life at this point, but who wouldn't?

OH MY GOSH NUMBER ONE FAVORITE?!?!?!?! DUDE, YOU ARE SO KIND!!!!! YOU'RE AMAZING, AND REALLY COOL, AND SUPER NICE, AND I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!! (ngl i'm kind of freaking out rn 😂. Imagine me dancing around my house with a really stupid goofy looking grin, and you'll get the picture)

Oh my gosh, thank YOU! You always give such kind words and it makes my day every time. Truly wouldn't be doing this without you reading. Super fucking happy you're enjoying this!

[daydreams-after-dark]

🔞 ⚠ This is an 18+ blog, minors are not to interact with content on this blog. It's unhinged, and very explicit.

Important Notes before you enter Sorsha's daydreams after dark

Hi there my little after-darklings. Sorsha here. This is my side blog, my main being @moonlightndaydreams (that’s where I’ll follow you from because I can’t follow you from a side blog).

Asks: open (but it might take me a while to get to) | Rules and boundaries | Anonnie list

NOTE about asks!!!!! I am so very behind in answering asks, and I am quite slow in responding. Asks that are just thoughts or simple questions I can quickly answer, but anything requesting a scenario or fic will take much longer. I can't promise any timeframes.

Permanent Tag list: open | Join my tag list | current tag list

Master List

Current Series (incomplete) | tag list open

↳ Mini Han fic (complete) ↳ ot8 free use jail cell (complete… but I’m adding more) ↳ Scientist Chan + Co. ↳ Free Use, 3Racha (ongoing scenarios)

↳ sorshas birthday month submissions

How to know if you’re in the right place…

Both blogs are NSFW and contains 18+ content not suitable for minors. But…

@moonlightndaydreams (my main blog) - Han Jisung + other skz members. Stories that contain feelings, love, angst, character growth, lots of spice. Random thoughts and interactions. I have a running joke that I want to fuck alien Han who has two dicks and tentacles. I share more random and fluffy things.

This sideblog daydreams-after-dark will be a little (or maybe a lot, not sure yet), deranged, unhinged and exploratory (both in what I write and stories from others that I reblog) about skz, ateez and maybe other groups. It’ll be less focused on feelings and relationship building, (but of course knowing me it’ll sneak in) and more straight up word porn / smut. Tbh, I’m not certain how this is going to pan out, so be warned.

[acre-of-wheat]

Hi Acre!

I read chapter 6 of NCI earlier and probably cried 3 times. I will leave you a nice thoughtful comment on AO3 later. :) I’m absolutely LOVING it, but I was wondering if you would be willing to tell us of Lili gets “defeated” at any point in this story. I just kind of want to have the right mindset going into the rest of the fic. Is that something you can share?

Thank you so much for the angry/sad cathartic tears earlier when I was supposed to be lesson planning!

I'm really glad you're enjoying it, and I agree this chapter had a lot of moments that are difficult to get through. I did tear up a bit writing Jade's last section.

I'm going to read more the rest of this ask, since it gently touches on spoilers.

At this very moment? I don't have some huge plan for Lili's downfall. Will Kit escape from her? Of course! It's a HEA and that's not possible unless Kit gets far away from her.

But, much like in the show, Lili isn't the important enemy. In Willow, it's the Wyrm-- the thing that promises to cure all disease, to take away all pain (and what does that sound like?). In our world, it's ableism and its tools, the way society is not designed to accommodate all of us. If it hadn't been Lili, it would have been someone else. That's the insidiousness of it.

Also, Lili is not actually that important to Kit's story. She's a shackle. She's a bad advisor in Sorsha's ear. But the things that are happening to Kit to change her and let her bravery and kindness and good heart shine? They have nothing to do with Lili.

I think I will find a way to tie up the loose end of Lili in a way that I find satisfying, but YMMV on that. Am I going to throw her off a cliff? Probably not. Will Kit be able to say the things she needs to say (or not say) to her in order to feel peace? Yes. Of course, yes.

[geek-and-nina]

✨🍦🤩 and 🤲 for the fic writers asks!

✨️: giving myself a compliment. Ouch. I feel like I've seen real improvement in my writing the last year or so, I don't know if that counts as a compliment? But I think I'm getting better!

🍦: the sweetest fic I've written would have to be Little Less. The height of my soft boi era

🤩: my favorite character to write has to be an angry Kit. I know we like her all sad and soft amd sweet, but I looove writing her as indignant and just completely put-out

🤲: snippet below!

Kit readjusted into a slightly less defensive feeling position. She did want to talk this through. She did want to come to an understanding with her mother. She did want them to start to heal if they could.

“Mom, I love you and I want you in my life, but I dodn’t want that to be painful any more. Does that make sense?” Kit asked, trying to follow the model of how Jade spoke to her when she spoke of hard things.

Sorsha only nodded.