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She traversed the long hallway with grim determination, feeling like a soldier marching into a doomed battle.  Ser Criston walked at her back, silent and frowning, his dark eyes full of terrible pity.  

It was a pity mirrored in Ser Harrold’s face.  As they approached the double doors of the King’s chambers, she could see it even at a distance.  She hated it, wanted to scream and rage at them for it, but didn’t.  Her circumstances were not their fault.  They were at least sympathetic to her, unlike most, having stood witness to her plight for the past five years.  She couldn’t meet their eyes, however, requesting entry while fixed on the wood grain in front of her.

Viserys was inside, bent over his model as he could be found most nights.  He greeted her but didn’t immediately look up, leaving her to stand at one end of the table while he fiddled with a small ivory building.  In the corner, a fire crackled and danced in the hearth, raising the room’s temperature to a heinous degree.  Targaryens, she scoffed, sweating irately through her dress.  They’d live in the Dragonmont if they could, in the same caves as their stinking beasts.

“Are you well, my dear?”  Viserys asked absently.

“Yes, my love.  I simply wished to see how you fared after the long hours in court today.”  An act.  She didn’t have to ask to know how drained the King was by the time he left the throne room.  The Maesters insisted he was on the mend, that his wounds were finally closing and free of infection, but even the work of healing was exhausting to the body, and her husband had begged off all his afternoon appointments to rest.

“Oh, I am fine,” he said, finally glancing at her.  “Though it did drag on rather long today, didn’t it?  All these reports of drought and crop failure.  What were there?  10, 12?  I’m embarrassed to say they started to blend together.  They rather wear a man out after a certain point.”

Already growing tired of the charade, Alicent took a breath, put on her sweetest, most adoring expression, and approached her husband’s side.  “Can I do anything to ease your tiredness, my love?”  She stared at him meaningfully, stretching her mouth into a simpering smile.

“No, my dear, I will be well,” he said, turning back to the model and flatly ignoring her.  “Your attentions do me much good, but tonight I think I will retire early.”

She cast her gaze to the floor and clasped her hands together to prevent them from balling into fists.  She could not let him see her eyes burn at his thoughtless dismissal.  “Are you certain?  It brings me joy to assist you.  And I do not wish to be remiss in my duties.”  Please!  I ask you for nothing and give you all.  Just grant me this!

She didn’t even want to be here.  She wanted nothing from him but was forced to beg for it all the same.  “Thank you kindly, my sweet, but no.  I will release you to enjoy a night free of me.”

Mortification wasn’t a strong enough word for what she felt, staring at the polished stone floor.  Neither was rage.  “Well.  Good night then, Viserys.”  

“Good night, my dear.”  She could hear the door opening behind her, and wondered how long Criston and Harrold were listening in on her humiliation.  Wondered further if she could have them whipped for it.    

“Your Grace?”  She turned without acknowledging Criston’s question and marched out of the room.  Her face burned.  She refused to look at either knight as she retreated back into the hallway, only hearing armored feet fall in step behind her.  She didn’t stop until she stood alone in the center of her room.

“I will retire now, Ser Criston,” she said, each word clipped and barbed.

“As you say, my Queen.”  The door closed slowly behind her.

Her chambers were completely silent.  Not even the nighttime bustle of the city below seemed to penetrate the walls.  

She didn’t know how long she stood there before she lost the battle for composure, but lose it, she most certainly did.

All her septas’ lessons about respecting and honoring her husband flew out the window in an instant, followed by the fine porcelain vase that once sat on her side table.

How dare he!  That useless, good-for-nothing bastard.  Not satisfied with just the vase, she tore the blankets off her sofa and flung them across the room, before marching over to her heavy copper bathtub and shaking it by the rim like a feral beast, biting down on a shriek that would surely wake the whole Keep if she let it free.

She was the queen!  His queen, Gods damn him!  Apparently she was fine enough for him to marry, fine enough to use at his convenience, but when it was something she needed, he couldn’t be bothered with the one duty he owed her!

“Your Grace, are you alright?”  Criston's concerned voice sounded through the door.

“I am fine,” she bit out, white-knuckled fingers trembling.

“...Are you certain, Your Grace? I heard a commotion.”  He sounded uncertain, and like his hand was already on the latch.  By the Gods, was no man in this castle capable of listening when she said something?

“I am fine,” she repeated sternly.  “You need not come in, Ser.”  You can't give me what I need.  So leave me be.

Her savage mania passed at this interruption, however, sapping away that furious burst of energy.  Weakened, she collapsed to her knees in a heap, and leaned her forehead heavily against the tub.

She was truly alone, she realized.  She couldn’t rely on anyone.  Not her husband, not her father, not her loyal sworn shield.  Not even the Gods would intervene for her.

And if they were so resolute in their silence, then she would take the final option left to her.  The only person who would help her now was herself.

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Oh, Hold Me Now

Zayne x AFAB!Reader

Guess whose period just started haha The things I would do to be in Zayne's arms rn istg

Title from "Hold Me Now" by the Thompson Twins

Warnings: menstruation, period fic, lots of domestic fluff, reader has a uterus but no other gender-defining things

Word Count: 1,726

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With a whimper, you curl in on yourself. The pain in your abdomen rapidly ramps up. You clutch at your belly, willing it to stop, please god stop. It doesn’t listen until tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Then it slowly ebbs away, letting you breathe again.

You reach behind you, but all you find is a cold bed. You whine, annoyed with your emotions and just how upset you are that Zayne isn’t there. Even on his day off, he doesn’t sleep in.

You slowly slide out of bed. Your feet touch your warm slippers, a gift from your husband when you were dating and had just moved in together. They hug your feet in a familiar embrace, cushioning your weight as you force yourself to stand. You shuffle off to the bathroom.

It’s miserable and uncomfortable and you’re cursing your existence by the time you finish on the toilet. On top of that, you’re almost out of product, and what you have definitely isn’t going to last the day. You groan to yourself thinking about Zayne, on his nice day off, having to take care of you. He wouldn’t complain, but it gives you half a mind to change into real pants and go to the store yourself, just so he doesn’t have to deal with this. The other half is just oh so comfortable in your pajamas. You have enough stuff to last a couple hours, you’ll just go then.

After you scrub your hands within an inch of their life, you open the medicine cabinet and pull out some good ol’ painkillers. As desperate as you are to get rid of this pain, you’re not desperate enough to wash the pills down with water from the tap. Not yet, anyway.

Wanting nothing more than to be at the peak of coziness right now while your insides tear themselves apart, you throw on one of Zayne’s sweaters and leave the bedroom to face the cruel day ahead.

You see Zayne’s head peeking out over the top of the couch as he reads a medical book, as big as his head and as thick as your arm. You would chastise him for working, but he’d say he’s reading for his leisure. The threat of an oncoming cramp forces you to ignore him and turn to the kitchen.

“I already got you a glass of water,” he calls. He turns to look at you over the couch, expression softening with sympathy as you double over, hugging yourself as though you could compress all the pain into a tiny little ball. It grows in intensity for a moment, forcing a whimper from your throat, before finally receding. You take a deep breath and stand back up, continuing to hug yourself. “Come sit down, my love. I’ll make you some tea.”

How could you refuse? You shuffle over and settle down into the plush cushions. You almost whine when he gets up, but you bite it back. You do pout, though, which makes him smile despite your pain.

He rounds the couch and plants a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll only be a minute. Take your medicine.”

The water is still nice and cold when you take a sip from it. So cold you can feel it running down your throat. The pills go down smoothly, and you’re more than grateful not to be choking on pain meds today of all days.

You close your eyes and lean back into the couch, abandoning your slippers on the floor in favor of tucking your feet underneath you. You can hear the kettle starting to bubble as he opens and closes cabinets, gathering what he needs to make you the perfect cup of liquid gold to ease your suffering. The thought brings a mix of guilt and affection; both upset that he is taking care of you on his day off, and glee that he’s, well, taking care of you on his day off. If this was the weekend, maybe you wouldn’t feel as guilty. As it is, he has work again tomorrow, and he had work yesterday, so it’s not so much a day off as it is taking a house call.

He returns with a matching pair of mugs, steam rising from the tops and the warm smell of tea and bitter coffee filling the air. He sets his drink of choice down on the coffee table, but you greedily cradle yours to your chest, letting the heat warm your face and the scent relax your body. He sits back down beside you, drawing you closer to him while being extra careful not to spill your tea. He doesn’t say anything about you wearing his sweater, but he does playfully tug on the hem, signaling that he’s noticed.

You smile for the first time today and tilt your head up to kiss him good morning. “Thank you,” you hum, kissing him again for good measure, before adding, “and I’m sorry.”

He shoots you a disapproving look, softened from his lack of glasses and the morning light coming in from the windows. “Don’t apologize. It’s completely out of your control.” He slips his hand under the sweater to massage gently right where you need it. You relax into it immediately, practically melting against him as he takes care of you. His massages are always the best, and they drastically lessen the cramps that torment you this morning. “Do you need anything else, my love?”

You make a disgruntled noise at the reminder. “I need more product.” You quickly cover his hand with one of yours, heated from holding your mug, to make sure he doesn’t pull away. “It can wait a bit longer, though.”

He chuckles softly, but he makes no attempts to move. His fingers press gently into you, seeking out where you need it the most. You hiss as another cramp assaults you. You instinctively draw your knees up, leaning more of your weight into him as you curl up. He slips beneath the final layers of clothes to lay his warm palm fully over your lower abdomen. The heat sinks in slowly, but it does help.

“Can we watch a movie?” you ask as the pain comes back down, voice slightly rough. “Unless you wanna keep working.”

“Reading a book isn’t working,” he retorts, fully catching onto your jab. You point it out nearly every time you go to the library and he checks out something from the medical section.

“It is when it’s almost a thousand pages of nothing but medications and surgical procedures.”

He leans forward to reach the remote and passes it on to you. While you turn the TV on, he also grabs his mug, before relaxing back into the couch. “What do you want to watch?” he asks instead of continuing to pointlessly defend himself.

You hum noncommittally as you scroll through the library of films and shows, ready to watch at the press of a button. There were a few medical dramas you liked watching with Zayne, if only to listen to him correct the show or insult how unprofessional the main cast is, but they don’t really strike your fancy right now. Something funny would be nice. Or something comforting.

It’s only a matter of time before you put on a familiar movie you’ve seen about a thousand times. Zayne makes no comment on this. Instead, he blows gently on the surface of his coffee and takes a tentative sip. His coffee contains enough sugar to mostly negate the bitter flavor of the drink, but it’s just perfect for him. You drop the remote to the side and take a sip of your drink as well, humming at the perfect flavors that ease down your throat. The morning sun warms you both.

-

“Get up for a moment.”

You hum sleepily, looking at him with tired confusion. “The movie isn’t over,” you mumble.

He gives you a reassuring smile as he rubs your back. “I know, my love. I’m not leaving yet.”

With a gentle nudge, you pull your feet from under you and stand on wobbly legs. You watch as he lays out along the couch, legs parted, and gestures for you to lay back down. He can almost see the spark of excitement in your eye as you situate yourself on top of him, your legs between his and your head tucked safely under his chin. He pulls the blanket from the back of the couch overtop of you, before wrapping you in his arms. One hand massages the tension from your lower back while the other pets your hair. It’s heaven, being in his arms like this. You melt fully into him, forgetting the movie in favor of hiding from the sun outside, burying your face in his chest and shoulder, and breathing him in deep. He smells warm and sweet, with the shock of his aftershave. He smells like home.

You scoot upward to hide your face in his neck. He welcomes you readily, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry I’m ruining your day off,” you mumble.

He tilts his head toward yours slightly, hiding you further from the sun. “How did you ruin it?” he asks softly. “I get to watch one of your favorite movies with you while we cuddle. How is that ruining my day?”

“Cuz you have to take care of me…”

“I always take care of you.”

You huff. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do.” He rests his cheek against you. His lips brush your forehead as he speaks, like little kisses with each word. “Why do you think taking care of you would detract from my enjoyment of being around you?”

You remain quiet. The only reason he knows you haven’t fallen asleep yet is because of the hand you have on his chest that traces shapes over his shirt. He stops massaging your back to catch it, holding it firmer to himself.

“I can’t think of a better way to spend my day off.”

Your sigh fans across his skin, making the hairs on his arms raise. “I love you…”

He smiles. You feel it against your forehead as he kisses you again. “Get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll run to the store.”

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Money Shot

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: a night in with your boyfriend turns into a photoshoot

Warnings: MDNI, smut, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, lots of photos are taken, pet names like twice

Rating / Genre: M, established relationship au, some fluff, smut

WC: 3.6K

Artist Note: this is a little part 2 to this fic: just go fuck him ♥︎ thank you for the love on that story, i'm sorry the title is so misleading alvjbhvxzgfn. i figured i'd revisit these two!

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It’s a wonder how much a person can change in a year or two. 

These days your chest doesn't feel as tight. Your thoughts aren’t as intrusive and insecurity visits you infrequently. The smiles that grace your lips are genuine– often prompted by the joy that's found its way into the tight confines of your heart. 

With each passing day, came a further understanding of what it meant to live. To experience the world with an abundance of love intertwined with your being. 

Hyunjae wouldn’t agree, but he made all the difference. You are far more vibrant now; confident, social, witty. Being deeply in love brought out a version of yourself that was content and yet utterly fearless. 

There’s peace, both in knowing someone has seen the harshest parts of you and that they still love you just the same. 

Hyunjae gave you the space to be yourself– to show up however you were able to on any given day. With you, he was gentle and understanding in a way that’s reserved for people who care. 

Dating him meant never having doubt– not when he made every day feel like a gift. It was easy to smile with him around. He was funny without trying and hilarious in times when laughter was needed most. His spontaneity took some getting used to, but only because you were a homebody. Now, you look forward to the days you spend with him, enamored by Hyunjae’s innate ability to make every moment memorable. He saw the world in a way that left you inspired. Through his photography, he taught you that beauty was found in the most unlikely places.  Like at a run-down flea market during sunset, or while walking past a vacant flower stand on a late night– the florist long gone after an honest day’s work. Overexposed shots of your hair dancing in the wind as you slump in front of a fan, trying to survive in the summer heat. 

He was always taking pictures of you. Initially– you hated it. You’d go shy or tense up when you saw him bring out a camera, on high alert when he brought out his phone. But over time, you appreciated it. Being his muse– being able to see yourself the way he saw you– helped you in areas that you hadn't realized needed assistance. Through your days in front of the lens, you've learned that you have a brilliant smile. That your hair harbored a different tone in the wake of a setting sun. Sometimes you’d catch yourself anticipating the camera on days when you knew you looked your best, growing confident as more time passed with him by your side.

Now, more than anything else– you both are beyond comfortable and obsessed with one another. Your ears perk up when you hear the bedroom door creak open and the way you immediately step out of the bathroom to greet Hyunjae with a face covered in skin care products proves the aforementioned sentiment.

Coming over to kiss him sweetly, you briefly melt into his firm arms and as you lean back you swipe your thumb over the gray dot of mud mask that sticks to his nose with a chuckle.

“Aww…” Hyunjae coos, taking in your spa headband and the little strip across your nose. 

“No…” you groan, shielding your face away from him and his predictable nature.

“But you look so cute, right now.” He whines, peeking from behind the camera while his fingers hover over the button.

“No, I don’t. I look like the moon emoji” you mumble back.

“What do you mean? Hyunjae asks, looking at you with a clueless squint.

“You know, the one that’s like…”�� you give a side glance to look more like the little gray icon.

There’s a small flash of light as the shutter clicks and Hyunjae chuckles as he looks at the tiny screen while you stand stunned that he tricked you so easily. You playfully push him in response, causing him to laugh harder and you can’t help but join him, finding his antics funny. 

You kiss him on the cheek before heading towards the bathroom. 

“I’ll be right back.” You announce with your back turned. “Don’t miss me too much,” Hyujnae calls out absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the camera in his hands and you smile at the remark as you walk onto the cool tile floor.

You come back to him with a washed face and a silly smile embossed into your pretty features. Bounding onto the bed, you allow Hyunjae to tug you into his arms. He peppers you with kisses, lips smacking against yours a couple of times until he’s pulled a wide smile and a few giggles out of you. 

“Wait– stay right there,” he says and you groan but your smile only grows wider.

“Don’t you get tired of taking pictures of me?” You ask, looking him over in amusement as you honor his instructions, holding your current angle. “Nope,” he replies, twisting in his spot to grab his polaroid camera. “Maybe when you have a hot girlfriend, you’ll understand.” He jokes, sending you a flirtatious look over the top of the camera while his finger turns the camera on with muscle memory.

Your laugh is accompanied by the roll of your eyes. Hyunjae presses the shutter and you ready yourself for the flash, relaxing thereafter as the camera goes to work.

The whirring of the film getting developed halts your joking, Hyunjae carefully plucks the film out and shakes it in his hand gently once it pops out of the top of the camera.

Falling further into the comfort of his pillows, you smile up at Hyunjae, observing the way he looks at the picture. His eyes were soft as he swept over the image, the arches of his cheeks raising slowly as a smile blossomed on his lips. For whatever reason the sight struck a chord within you.

“You really think I’m beautiful, don't you?” You voice the thought without realizing it, not until Hyunjae’s gaze shifts to you and you're taking in the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks. 

“Of course.”

He doesn’t say anything else and you didn't need him to. Not when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists in the world. The only thing worth gazing upon. His hand trails its way into your hair and you look into the lens again, relaxing under Hyunjae’s touch as the shutter clicks again. You shift slightly on the bed as Hyunjae inspects the second polaroid the same way as he did the first. He puts the two pictures on the nightstand for safekeeping before leaning down to kiss you on the lips. 

With your arms looped around Hyunjae’s neck, you steal more kisses off his lips until he drops the camera onto the bed and climbs on top of you. The kiss deepens as one of his hands roams down to grab at your waist and pulls your body closer to his while he props himself up to keep from crushing you with the other. He lingers on your lips, pressure changing from soft and teasing to hard and wanting once you wrap your leg around his hip.

You stay like that long enough for your heart to mimic the rapid thud of Hyunjae’s heart rate.

When Hyunjae pulls away from the kiss you’re left wanting more, grabbing at his shirt in an attempt to bring him back but you stop when you notice what he’s doing.

He hovers above you with a polaroid camera in hand. “Just one more. Your lips look perfect,’ he murmurs as he lines up the shot and you lick your kiss bruised lips before giving bedroom eyes to Hyunjae through the lens. You hear the sound of the camera going off and the flash follows before the whirring begins. You watch patiently as he studies the picture with a smirk on his lips. His hand moves smoothly up and down your bare thigh as his gaze flits across the film. 

It was hot seeing him like this, so obviously turned by what he’s doing– by you.

His hand comes up to caress your neck before falling lower, squeezing your chest over the thin fabric of your tank top and you pick up on how he bites his lip before finally tearing his eyes away and placing the picture to the side with the others.

“Wanna take more?” You ask, gingerly tiptoeing into uncharted territory. “I mean… I’d be down?” You suggest lightly while looking up at Hyunjae’s face. His expressions bounce between confusion and surprise before settling on mirth and something else indescribable.

“Yeah?” He asks for confirmation, his voice suddenly low and velvety.

As you nod your head yes, you wrap your fingers around Hyunjae’s wrist and guide his hand down to rest at the hem of your top. 

His hand scrunches up the fabric, exposing most of your stomach as he dips down low to meld his mouth with yours hotly. He kisses you slowly, taking his time with you in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before. His hand slides up further, delicately cupping your chest as he sighs against your lips. The sharp sting of Hyunjae’s fingers digging into your skin sends a shock to your center and your lips part in a soft moan in response. His tongue brushes against the tip of yours tenderly as your skin pebbles under his touch. 

The kiss remains slow as he savors every last second of having you like this, nibbling on your lower lip before sucking the tender spot and kissing you hungrily. You lay slack underneath him, body and mind being led by the pleasure he pours into you with his sinful lips. 

Your back arches as he lifts your tank top up further, pulling the garment over your shoulders. Hyunjae’s hands fall onto either side of your cheeks, holding your face in place as he presses his lips onto yours firmly and warmth floods your chest. His hands travel down your neck and sweep across your shoulders as he drags his lips along your jawline. He continues his descent until he reaches a particular spot on your neck that makes you bite back a loud whimper. He sucks the sensitive area while you squirm underneath him with your eyes half closed. You shake out a soft moan, bliss surging up your spine as he moves to another spot on your neck.

He sucks mark after mark into your skin until you're nearly trembling and soaking wet with need. Your shoulders and neck are covered in splotches of deep reddish and purple hues that you can’t fully see but the look on Hyunjae’s face as he leans back tells you that look to die for. He drinks you in with a lust-clouded gaze, looking you up and down a few times before reaching out for his camera.

“Fuck– you look perfect like this…” he praises, voice imbued in admiration and want. He lines up the shot, standing on his knees above you and you can see just how much he’s into this.

You reply with a moan and glance up, giving the camera a heated look before the camera flashes. His hand comes into the next shot as he wraps his fingers around your slender neck. You catch his dick twitching in his sweats as he takes a second picture with you posed like this. Hyunjae doesn't wait for the film to come out before casting the camera to the side. He yanks at your shorts and underwear, pulling them off of you quickly with your help. You spread your legs wide for him while he works his way out of his clothes. He’s back on you hot and heavy the minute his cock is free, settling between your legs as he devours you with an intense gaze, tracing your form lustfully. 

“Eyes on me, okay?” He orders softly, smoothing a hand over your bent knee lovingly as the other snakes its way up your thigh, leaving behind a sweltering tingle that lingers on your skin. 

His fingers sink into your wet heat and a sultry moan rings through his bedroom. Hyunjae rocks his palm back and forth, two fingers curled upwards against the soft walls of your pussy. You coat the digits, eliciting the sloppiest noises that you’ve ever heard from your wet cunt but you couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed about that in the wake of what he’d just put your neck and shoulders through. 

He picks up the pace and your legs fall open further as a long sigh leaves your chest. You obediently keep your eyes open, trained on Hyunjae while he works you over. The look you share is a charged one as he fucks you with his fingers, his determined gaze contrasting your unbridled blissed-out state. Your swollen lips part as you pant his name, pleading for him not to stop.

Hyunjae blindly grabs ahold of his camera, never stopping the steady rhythm of his deft fingers urging you dangerously close to an orgasm. Your toes curl and your legs tremble as he readies the camera. He lifts it until he’s got the right angle. His biceps strain and sweat trickles down his arms as he pumps his digits in and out of you while rubbing your bud rhythmically. His arm is getting tired but he waits… and waits, finger resting just above the shutter as he waits for the right moment. The one where your face scrunches up and your pussy tries to choke his fingers. He fingers you with just the right amount of pressure to grow the feeling inside you until it bursts–

The shutter goes off and a flash brightens the room.

You toss and turn as you cum all over Hyunjae’s fingers, moaning loudly as he fucks you through it. Gradually his pace slows just enough to gently bring you down from your peak. His fingers slip out of your sloppy folds and he licks them clean without a second thought before retrieving the polaroid from its slot. 

You shiver through the aftershocks of your high while you come down further. “How’d it turn out?” You ask, still breathless. Hyunjae looks over to you with dark eyes and you swallow under the passion in his gaze.

“Unreal,” he replies through a husky tone before setting that picture down beside the others. He climbs back on top of you, kissing you repeatedly as he lays his warm body flush with yours. Your legs tangle with his while you make out and your dainty hands mess up his hair as you roll on top of him in bed. You straddle his hips in haste, desperate to ride him but he clamps his strong hands around your waist freezing you in place.

“There's a shot that I want to get,” he hesitantly admits. 

You look down at him with an endeared smile. You knew him well enough to know what he wanted. He always say you look so pretty sucking him off. “Okay, baby,” you say, shuffling down the bed until your lips are inches away from his cock. 

Hyunjae groans, tilting his head back into the pillows as you take him past your lips. You don’t tease, dipping your head forward to ease more of his cock into your mouth while your tongue glides down his length. Your lips tighten around him, sucking in on your way up and swallowing around the head before gliding down again.

“Fuck–

You grind your nose into his pelvis when he reaches the back of your throat and you feel him squirm in bed. You let up again, going slow as you cover his entire cock in your spit. Hyunjae fists the bedsheets and hisses at the sight of you–  his cock, dripping with the attention that you’ve lavished it with, tucked between your plush dewy lips. You sink his cock into your mouth again, moaning as you sense him preparing to snap another picture of you. 

Your eyes begin to water as you take him to the back of your throat a few more times, looking up at Hyunjae just in time to hear the shutter go off again. You close your eyes and hum, sending another shiver of vibrations down his cock as he tries to check out the picture.

All you hear is shallow gasps for a while as Hyunjae holds the polaroid up to his face, coaxing you up and down his length with his other hand.

“This one is golden,” he rasps, voice ragged and thick with pleasure as he bobs you up and down his cock for a bit longer, entranced by how sexy your eyes look in the picture. You suck harder, swirling your tongue around before Hyunjae gently pulls you off of him by your hair.

“Let me see?” You ask, sitting up and straddling his lap as he places that picture to join the rest.

He just shakes his head. “We have to round out the set first,” Hyunjae teases, hands going to rest at your hips as he lines you up with his stiff cock. Placing your hands behind you on his toned thighs as you lift your hips, angling them to catch his cock between your wet folds before you lower yourself onto him. You sit on his cock in one fluid motion and sigh. He feels so good– the sweet slide against your walls as you’re filled making your head spin. You rock forward, leaning back against your arms for leverage while you rock back, savoring his thick cock pressed against you. You raise your hips and drop back down, moaning at the feel of his cock teasing your needy cunt. 

You circle your hips while you bounce in his lap, slamming your hips down harder with every motion. Your head tilts back as you ride him, so satisfied yet so greedy for more, hips beginning to roll faster. Hyunjae tightens his hold on you before matching your thrusts, sending his cock as deep as possible causing you to cry out in abandon. You bounce faster, breathing ragged as you start to work up a sweat, a sheen covering your stomach and thighs. Your skin slaps against Hyunjae’s as you move in sync, connected as one as your bodies heat up.

His fingertips press into your skin, as he takes control, lifting you up and down with only the strength in his arms. Hyunjae fucks you nice and slow, dropping you down on his cock and sliding you off so you feel every inch of him leave your insides.

“Fuck Jae,” you moan, core aching for release just when he’s decided to slow things down.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You look so good like this. I don’t wanna rush,” he whispers, licking his bottom lip as he looks up at you– still dragging you up and down his cock like you weighed practically nothing.

He doesn’t forget the camera, reaching for it with one hand while you take over once more. You slide down nice and slow before raising your hips, pausing at the top when he tells you to.

“You look fucking incredible, baby.” He says as he takes the last shot.

The shutter clicks and you carefully push the camera out of Hyunjae’s hands, feverishly crashing your lips into his a second later. He immediately falls in line, kissing you and giving you exactly what you’ve been waiting for. His arms circle your back as he holds you close and pounds into you. 

You gasp and writhe, taking all that Hyunjae gives you as your thighs give out. 

Pleasure and fatigue build, and build within you, threatening to overflow as he continues his onslaught on your pussy. He snaps his hips into you with unprecedented strength, and thrusts rough and careless, eliciting nothing but filthy sounds out of you.

His pace picks up, strokes falling out of rhythm as he chases his climax. 

The steady push and pull of his cock filling you up crowds your senses. Your mind goes hazy as you focus on how good Hyunjae makes you feel every time. Pushing your body to places that you didn’t think it could go. You clench around him as another huge orgasm shuts down your body.

When you finally come to your senses, you notice that you're sore and covered in sweat. You feel kind of gross, but there's nothing that could make you abandon your place on Hyunjae’s chest right now. 

You’re so tired that when you try to speak, your words come out as syllables abstractly strung together. The last thing you’re aware of is Hyunjae’s cool lips pressed against your forehead as you drift off to sleep.

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In the morning, you wake up sore. The marks that litter your neck and shoulders are a little tender and you feel like you did 200 sit-ups and 300 squats right before bed. 

Hyunjae wasn't around, but you weren’t surprised by that– he never missed catching the sunrise at dawn.

As you sit up in bed, the stack of polaroids from last night catches your eye and you leap out of bed to sift through them all. The first photo is so innocent that you chuckle, knowing where the night led you. You glance through the rest, cheeks heating up at how bold you are in front of the camera. 

You flip to the last picture in the stack and can’t help but swoon. You set the stack down, covering the unfiltered pictures with the one of Hyunjae kissing you on your forehead while you were fast asleep.

[weirdkpopgirl]

only kissing you | jaemin fic #4

title: only kissing you

genre: college au, friends to lovers

warnings: slight angst, (y/n) is a little negative-minded, mildly suggestive, descriptions of kissing

word count: ~2.5k

author's note: hey guys, this was an idea that just sprang to my mind a week ago. i know the kissing booth trope has been done before and it might be a little cliché, but this is my take on it. also, i have a feeling you guys like this type of stuff lol. anyway, happy reading ^ ^

side note: "sunbae" is a Korean honorific for "senior." i wrote this story with the setting of the characters attending a korean university in mind.

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You were sitting in the library peacefully finishing up an assignment that wasn’t due for another week. Yet you told yourself that staying ahead on schoolwork was far more productive than what most girls on campus were up to. The lively giggles echoing through the hallway reached your ears, drawing a quiet sigh of annoyance from you. 

“Someone doesn’t sound too happy,” the familiar playful voice of Zhong Chenle brought you out of your thoughts.

Glancing up from your laptop, you found the dark-haired male in a basketball jersey grinning down at you. Unsurprisingly, standing beside him was Park Jisung, a tall yet shy boy who had recently dyed his hair cherry red after losing a bet with Lee Haechan.

Your cheeks flushed when Chenle called you out, but you quickly tried to mask it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning indifference by crossing your arms.

Unfortunately, Chenle wasn’t someone you could easily fool—  especially considering that he was able to crack through your reserved exterior by the end of your freshman year. Even now as sophomores, he could decipher your mannerisms better than your own family.

“Uh-huh,” Chenle replied, not sounding very convinced. “I think the fact that you’re like the only person here on a Friday night says otherwise.”

Jisung chuckled nervously, “Hey, let’s not peer pressure her.”

“Peer pressure me into what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Your suspicion deepened when you caught the spark of mischief in Chenle’s eyes.

“Into going to the student council’s kissing booth, of course,” Chenle then answered, as if it were obvious. 

The mention of the fundraiser instantly set off alarm bells in your mind. “I still can’t believe Mark actually approved of that,” you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, Haechan managed to convince him,” Jisung said with a shrug. “And it is a pretty great way to raise money.”

You didn’t need to question further to know what he was referring to. Ever since the pink flyers with animated kiss marks had gone up, the campus had been buzzing with excited squeals from every girl on campus. Not that you could blame them when the line-up featured some of NCIT’s campus heartthrobs. 

Chenle lightly nudged you on the shoulder. “You should go (Y/n). Na Jaemin will be there, you know.”

“Yeah and that’s exactly why I don’t want to go,” you exhaled, tapping on the mousepad of your laptop to wake up the screen. 

Even though you dropped your gaze, the guys didn’t miss the way your cheeks started to turn red. For they were both aware of the “small” crush you had on the junior majoring in biomedicine. You cursed internally, wishing you were better at hiding your emotions. 

Out of all the popular boys at NCIT, Jaemin was known to be the most attractive with countless fangirls. While you weren’t nearly as dramatic as them, you were not spared from falling for him. To be fair, you hadn’t paid much attention to him at first. It wasn’t until this semester when Chenle started dragging you to join his group hangouts, that you began to see Jaemin more often. 

And it didn’t take long for you to understand why all those girls loved him. Na Jaemin was the definition of a gentleman. He was always respectful, holding doors open for you, and unfailingly kind in the way he maintained steady eye contact whenever he spoke to you. Not to mention his ridiculously long eyelashes that only added to his flirtatious charm. 

Although Jaemin seemed aware of how attractive he was, he never came across as cocky about it. However, when you found out he was participating in the kissing booth, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d misjudged him. Maybe he was just like every other guy after all.

Noticing the disheartened look on her face, her friends quickly tried to reassure her. “Hey, it’s not that bad,” Chenle said. 

“Yeah, they’re only giving out kisses on the cheek!” Jisung piped in.

Knowing that didn’t make you feel better. The thought of Jaemin, your sweet, kind Sunbae, kissing other girls—  even if it was just on the cheek—  made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t fully explain. Perhaps you were being selfish. It wasn’t like you were in a relationship with him or anything. He had the freedom to kiss whomever he pleased. 

You let your gaze fall to the table. “It’s not a big deal. I’m just not interested in going, okay?”

Chenle and Jisung exchanged a knowing look, one that you didn’t quite catch. Despite their teasing, they could tell this bothered you more than you were willing to admit. But they weren’t about to let you sit here and wallow.

“Look, you don’t have to get in line or anything,” Chenle persisted. “Just come with us to check it out. We don’t even have to stay for that long if you don’t want to.”

Jisung nodded, chiming in with a shy smile. “Yeah, we’ll stick together. Plus, Renjun Hyung said they’ll be giving out free snacks too!”

Their lighthearted banter and genuine effort to put you at ease chipped away at your resolve. Nibbling on your lower lip, you pondered whether it was worth the risk of seeing Jaemin. At the same time, you didn’t want to be the one to dampen Chenle and Jisung’s mood. So, with a small nod, you finally gave in. Hopefully, you won't end up regretting it.

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The event was being held in the courtyard of the student union. Just as you predicted, the area was packed the second you arrived. From a distance, you spotted the members of the student council gathered behind a long table draped with a light pink tablecloth. A bold sign posted on the table read: Hugs - $5, Kisses - $10.

Mark looked slightly reluctant in his seat, shifting awkwardly under the attention. Next to him, Jeno wore a bashful smile as girls giggled and pointed his way. Haechan, of course, was up to his usual antics, drawing laughter and cheers. And then... there was Jaemin.

He looked unfairly handsome, dressed in a knitted pink cardigan over a white shirt that complemented his honey-toned skin. With a smile as charming and inviting as his, it was no surprise his line was the longest. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the slight ache in your chest as you took in the scene. 

Just as you began to entertain the idea of backing out at the last minute, Chenle took charge. “Come on,” he urged, already nudging you and Jisung toward the booth.

Renjun, seated at the end of the booth managing the money as the student council treasurer, looked as the three of you approached. His eyes lit up when his eyes landed on you in particular.

“Hey guys! It’s good to see you, (Y/n),” he greeted, flashing a polite smile. “You’re not gonna get in line?”

You shook your head lightly. “No…I just came to show my support with Chenji,” you explained nonchalantly, gesturing to the boys next to you. 

The junior’s mouth parted in understanding. “Ah, I see. Well, I’m sure Jaemin will be happy to see you.”

An eyebrow raised, unsure of what he meant by that. Just as you were about to question him, Jaemin glanced up from his spot at the booth—  his gaze locking onto yours almost instantly. A kind, familiar smile spread across his face as he waved, making your heart skip a beat.

“(Y/n)-ssi!” Jaemin called out, his deep, warm voice cutting effortlessly through the noise of the crowd.

You couldn’t help but smile in response, the gesture almost instinctive. Just as you lifted a hand to wave back, you noticed him rising from his seat and making his way over.

“Hey, Chenle, can you cover for me for a bit? Thanks,” he said smoothly, flashing a quick grin at your friend before turning his full attention to you.

Chenle blinked in confusion. “What?!”

However, Jaemin didn’t wait for a response. With a gentle touch, he took your arm and guided you away from the booth, leaving a bewildered Chenle and a snickering Jisung behind, clearly amused by the unexpected turn of events.

Meanwhile, you were speechless as Jaemin led you to a quiet hallway on the east wing of the building. The silence around you was overwhelming, and your heart was pounding so loudly you were certain he could hear it. He turned to face you, offering a soft smile before letting go of your arm.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his tone warm and genuine. “But I’m glad you came.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Y-yeah, well... I thought it couldn’t hurt to visit you—  I mean all of you,” you stammered, your embarrassment growing.

Jaemin tilted his head, studying you with a playful glint in his eyes.“Are you sure you don’t want a hug or a kiss? I can give you one for free, you know.”

“What? Oh, that isn’t necessary Sunbae!” Your eyes widened, holding a hand up in protest. “It wouldn’t be very fair to all those other girls.”

He laughed, the sound light and melodious. “Relax, I’m just joking. Unless… you actually wouldn’t mind?”

Gosh, he was certainly being extra flirty today. It made sense given the kissing booth, but you definitely didn’t want to be another victim of it. Still, his suggestion didn’t make your cheeks burn any less.

“I-I’ve never…” Your voice faltered, too insecure to finish your sentence.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face. “Never? Really?”

Unable to make eye contact, you fidgeted with your hands nervously. “It’s embarrassing, I know–”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he interrupted gently. “I’d be happy to be your first if you’d like.”

You stared at him incredulously. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” he replied, his expression unwavering. 

Your breath hitched as he took a step closer. You weren’t immune to the pull of Jaemin’s peach-tinted lips, yet you had never allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasy of what it might feel like to have them against yours. That seemed like a dream too distant to even consider. Though your mind screamed at you to say no, your heart overpowered any reason. Slowly, you nodded.

With a smile, he lifted a hand to rest on your nape. He then leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to back away. But you remained still, closing your eyes as a final yes. The first time his lips met yours, it was soft and sweet—  like a whisper. He pulled back briefly, his eyes searching yours. Something clicked in that single shared glance as if this unspoken agreement passed between you. In the next seconds, the both of you were leaning in for a deeper kiss without any hesitation.

His hands naturally slid from your neck down to your waist, while yours settled on his broad shoulders. As he pulled you in closer, his lips moved against yours in a steady, deliberate rhythm, the pressure deepening with each passing second. They were just as soft as they looked, and the more he kissed you, the more you felt yourself melting into him. At some point, the two of you stumbled and he was backed up against a wall—  though neither of you seemed to care as your lips continued their seamless dance.

Although this is not at all what you imagined your first kiss to be like, you couldn’t complain. The world of college seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of warmth and intimacy. His hands tightened tenderly on your waist, grounding you in the moment, while our fingers found their way to the back of his neck. They brushed through his soft, bleached hair, drawing a low hum from him that sent shivers down your spine.

What was meant to be an innocent first kiss inevitably turned into a making out, but eventually had to come to an end. As the kiss gradually slowed, Jaemin pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. Both of you took a few moments to catch your breaths, cheeks flushed and heartbeats in sync.

He broke the silence first, his voice low and earnest. “Can I be honest?”

“Uh, yeah sure,” you said, unsure of what he had to say. Your lips were still tingling, feeling at a loss for words after that passionate exchange.

“I’ve been wanting to do that so long,” he confessed, his words hanging in the air like a secret he’d been holding onto.

You pulled back in disbelief, looking to see if he might be joking. “You have?”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you after Chenle introduced us,” he began to explain. “As I got to know you more, I knew for sure that you were the girl I wanted.”

Though you appeared calm on the outside, your mind was racing with a whirlwind of questions. Was the man of your dreams really confessing to you? Had you been too pessimistic to see that your feelings weren’t one-sided? And if he’d liked you all along, why had he participated in the kissing booth?

Jaemin seemed to sense the confusion in your silence and spoke up. “I didn’t want to be in the kissing booth,” he said sincerely, “But all the other guys in the student council were doing it and Haechan wouldn’t stop spamming my phone until I agreed. And I wasn’t even sure if you liked me back so I thought-”

His sentence was cut off when you gently covered his mouth with your hand, giving yourself a moment to process everything. “Sunbae…I’ve had a crush on you for so long. But I just assumed it was unrequited.”

He took your hand, vulnerability shining over his eyes. “I like you so much, (Y/n)—  you have no idea. If I had known you felt that way, I never would’ve signed up for the booth. I’m sorry if I upset you.”

“It’s okay,” you said, letting out a shaky laugh. The genuineness in his words was evident, and suddenly the kissing booth felt like a distant memory. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your heart for the umpteenth time today. “I just didn’t expect any of this. But I’m glad you feel the same way.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” he smiled, “Because I don’t plan on going back there. From now on, you’re the only one I want to kiss.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but they were the kind that made your heart overflow with pure happiness. As Jaemin pulled you into another kiss—  true to his word—  you started to realize that maybe, just maybe your quiet dreams weren’t that impossible after all.

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[tennessoui]

november (and the last) ko-fi: kuwsk!

hello look at me being beautifully almost on time 😇 i have finished and posted the november ko-fi fic on my ko-fi for monthly supporters to read! it was so fun to return to the skywalker-kenobi family in this fic, especially because this one is set after they're together and engaged and in the midst of domestic bliss, which is not a flavor of obikin i generally write (but i should cause they're just silly even when they're ostensibly fighting!!) here's a snippet:

“If you’re seriously upset with me for volunteering to help out with the twins’ school production of a Thanksgiving play, I’m going to need you to say that sentence out loud a couple of times,” Anakin says finally, and Obi-Wan cuts him a scathing look.  “It’s not even going to be historically accurate.” “Baby, you’re not even American.” Obi-Wan sniffs. “That’s besides the point.” “I know you don’t like her, and I’m sure you have your reasons, but it’s for the greater good, yeah? I mean, do you actually trust any of the other parents to build anything else for the twins to stand on or around?” “Michael’s father works in construction,” Obi-Wan points out, raising his mug to his mouth and blowing on it carefully. “And Parker’s mother is an architect.” Anakin shrugs with one shoulder. “You’re sort of intimidatingly neurotic about the twins’ safety, baby. We know this by now.”

so as stated in the title this is gonna be my last ko-fi fic. it has been such a pleasure and a learning experience for me as a writer and y'all have been so supportive during this project - thank you so much to everyone who has subscribed for either a month or the whole year 🙏 i'm going to be deleting my ko-fi account on november 30 because i don't want anyone to accidentally forget to unsubscribe when i won't have a december fic for y'all - so if you've been going back and forth on supporting, do it now and you'll get access to all the fics on my ko-fi (final count: 18 ficlets - and 1 au that's just on ko-fi!!) before i upload them to ao3 in 2025*

and because im deleting my whole ko-fi, i do just want to say thank you to everyone who supported it since i set it up like 3 years ago - y'all are truly just so amazing and i'm constantly happy and content with this lil corner of fandom space in ways i don't know how to articulate even a million words of writing in

*this will be a slow process because of who i am as a writer - if you really want to have continued access to the fics currently on ko-fi, i'd bookmark the google doc they're on because those won't be deleted until the fic is permanently on ao3

[kazimakuwabara]

I remember seeing some art for a genderfluid Kuwabara on here, and you mentioned thinking up a fanfic of that. I really loved that idea, so since you’re taking requests, would you still want to write that, if it’s no trouble?

I'm actually still writing that fic! I've got about a dozen chapters written, but it's been slow going. A lot of research, second-guessing, things of that nature. Since I am writing that fic I'll share part of it with you. Here is a couple pages from the Genderfluid Kuwabara story. The working title is: Fluid, Like Friendship.

Hiei, oddly enough, has seen Kuwabara in lipstick three times now.

This third time, outside a convenience store, with Kuwabara a little tipsy, and leaning down to apply the cheap product to his lips via the car’s side mirror, seems somehow significant.

Really significant.

The first time Hiei had seen it, Kuwabara was asleep, and fifteen. Maybe fourteen. Hiei wasn’t sure about either Kuwabara or Yusuke’s ages during the dark tournament.

Hiei was still hiding his injured hand, and everyone was quietly stewing over the wins and losses in their prospective matches. Hiei had wandered back into his shared hotel room, and spotted Shizuru, Kuwabara’s apparent elder sister. She was sitting on a bed, leaned over a hulking body, who Hiei assumed was Kuwabara.

Moved by curiosity, he came to see what she was doing.

To his shock and sudden amusement, she was putting a bright pink lipstick on her sleeping brother’s face. The lipstick was being applied liberally, but smoothly. It did not suit his pale skin or copper hair… too… clashing. Too bright.

“The colors don’t suit him,” Hiei remarked.

Shizuru, to her credit, does not jump or flinch. She finished with the lipstick and then pulled out a green powder, which she applied to his eyes. “That’s not the point,” she added once one of his eyelids is dark green… which is actually nice against his skin.

“...What is the point?” Hiei asked.

“Payback for running off to this stupid thing, and not telling me!” Shizuru grumped.

And then she looked at Hiei.

She looked at him for a long time, and Hiei looked back. This was Kuwabara’s sister, he had heard her name mentioned, and idly Yusuke had named her and pointed her out. He'd not thought much about her, but now they were looking at each other, and he was forced to see her.

She did not look much like Kuwabara… and yet she does. Her hair is more brown than auburn, but there is a touch of softer red hues there. She is tall, taller than Kuwabara, and while female her shoulders are broad. They have a similar eye shape, but after that, the similarities die off. There’s someone else in her genetic makeup, someone else that kept her apart from her brother.

“So you’re Hiei?” Shizuru mused, and there was a sad little lilt there, like she knew something.

Hiei frowns as his own senses tell him that she does.

She looked away and then instructed, “Look after him.”

“Ask the Detective to do that,” Hiei snorted.

Shizuru laughed, “These words are for later. Not for the tournament, and not for what comes after. You'll remember these words years from now. You’ll get it…” She finished Kuwabara’s eyes, and pulled out what looked like a thin black pen. “Also… wait for fifteen minutes. You’ll get to enjoy a show.”

Hiei walked away from Shizuru and Kuwabara, and took his spot by the window and loitered around for fifteen minutes… just to see what would happen.

Shizuru left ten minutes in.

At the end of minute 14, Kuwabara wakes up, and sits up, yawning groggily. At minute 15, Yusuke, Kurama, Botan, and Genkai walk in the room. Yusuke sees Kuwabara’s face and explodes with laughter, immediately giving Kuwabara shit. The room gets loud, Kuwabara screams and screeches and has no idea what is going on. Botan and Yusuke are laughing and pointing like children, and Kuwabara gets up from his bed, and chases them around the room.

…It is all amusing to watch, and Hiei has to hide a smile.

He doesn’t really understand whats so embarrassing about wearing  makeup for Kuwabara, but humans wear it to look pretty instead of to make war, or send a message. So he assumes its another difference between humans and demons he does not understand.

When the room settles down, Kuwabara goes to clean his face. He looks at his eyes the longest. The green shade is the only nice part about the makeover his sister gave him. It looks nice, it suits him. It reveals the blue hidden in the dark ring of his eyes. Hiei thought it looked good on him, and judging by Kuwabara's hesitance, Kuwabara seemed to think so too.

Kuwabara wiped the makeup away, and Hiei eventually forgets this moment, until he sees Kuwabara in lipstick for the third time.

[mint-yooxgi]

Why you should tag authors in your fic rec posts

Hello again. It's me. Honestly, I've felt this way for years, but I've never wanted to say anything until now, but honestly, I think it's time someone does. Every author is different, I recognize that, but with the uprise in reposters and plagiarism in the writing community on Tumblr, I feel like this post is important to make.

Keep in mind this is vastly a post regarding my own opinions of this matter, but if you are an author, or even a reader that agrees with any of the points here, feel free to share this to spread awareness.

So, without further ado, here are a variety of reasons you should tag and properly credit authors on your fic rec posts.

Believe it or not, fic recs are actually a very great source of feedback. When we're tagged when someone recs our fic, we get told, 'hey, this person likes our writing enough to tell other people about it, and share it with others who might like it as well!'. Without that tag, we have NO IDEA that you liked it enough to share it with others. Instead, our fic just gets reduced to the name or title we've labelled it as, and not the writer - the person, the human - who spent hours, days, weeks, months, or sometimes even years writing said piece that is linked to a recommended post. Supporting authors is so important, especially if you want them to continue writing!

That being said, and I don't know how many others will agree with me on this point, but I've always personally felt that people that don't tag authors on fic rec posts are almost trying to take credit for those particular stories. By not putting the author, it gives the allusion that the person making the post could have been the author of said story. Like, you can spare enough time and energy to link the post, but not hit a little @ key which takes about a third of the amount of time to do as it does to link the post? Given the amount of reposters and plagiarizers that are also on the rise lately on Tumblr, it just never sat right with me. The author put in the time and effort to create that story you're recommending. The least you could do is credit them with a proper tag.

Additionally, I just feel like it's common curtesy. Without a proper tag, to me, you're saying that the finished product is more important than the person behind said product who worked hard to create such a work for you to enjoy. If you can spend the time to make your fic rec post 'look nice', you can spend the two extra seconds it takes to tag the author. It shows you respect the person behind the writing as much as the writing itself. At least, to me.

Not tagging the author is essentially the same to me as if you never made the post in the first place. We have no idea about it unless we're lucky enough for it to pop up on our dash and we recognize our own piece of writing. I can't speak for others, but it literally makes my day when I see someone has tagged me in a fic rec post! Like, you cared enough to share my stories! You cared enough to tell people about me. It's one of the biggest compliments you can possibly give someone.

I know there are probably a plethora of other reasons as to why you should credit authors on fic rec lists and the like, but I've said the main points I want to here. If any other authors want to add any more reasons as to why you should tag them on fic rec posts, then by all means! Please, be my guest!

This post isn't meant to be a debate. I just felt it needed to be said, again, due to the rise in reposting and plagiarism that's been going around Tumblr recently, and also since it's just something I've always believed in.

Stories are meant to be shared. It's just nice knowing that our stories are being shared.

[macawritesupdates]

Writing Update 10/5/2024

I'm alive! Just I have been doing more art of late which means not as much writing time! Working on two zine art pieces and trying to finish art I owed for something I forgot about 8'3

Also catch up on Ink event for an art server. Got to do that. BUT progress on writing is being made! <3

JJK LONG-FIC UPDATES

CAREFUL WHAT YOU JOKE ABOUT: EDITING NEW CHAPTER AND IT SHOULD BE OUT TODAY! The outline reworks are more or less done other than seeing how many chapters it takes to reach a conclusion I'm happy with. Chapter count is most likely going to change!

BROKEN IN THE WAYS NO ONE SEES: Next chapter is in the works and is full of fluff like promised <3 Can't wait to share it!

WHEN YOU GET TWO GRANDSONS: Next chapter is nearly done so working to finish that up and then edit and post. Get ready to get some Wasuke character lore! hehe!

SPOUSE WANTED: Next chapter is coming along and again, hoping to finish it soon to post up! Going to be one readers have been anticipating!

CULTURALLY INAPPROPRIATE: The sequel to Historically Inaccurate! Continuing Yuuji and Sukuna's journey figuring themselves out while throwing in meeting other vessels and the Culling Games...what could go wrong.

LESSONS IN ACCIDENTAL SEDUCTION: Next chapter in slow progress! Just a lot of moving pieces to handle as we skip to the twins now being older and being Sukuna's assistants in chaos lol

THE YUUJI FILES: Working on the outline for the next chapter...the long-time fans still sticking it out are going to scream when this chapter drops hehe! WHO'S A GOOD BOY: Slowly poking at it. Need to rework some things to get it where I want. MIRRORED LIVES: Need to rework this story and get it more on its own two legs. It was half-baked and parts of its went to other stories in terms of plot so...gotta really get its own identity down.

LONGFIC UPDATES: MY HERO ACADAMIA

JEALOUSY IS NOT A GOOD FRIEND: Good progress for the next chapter! Hoping to get it out this weekend

UNSUNG HEROES: Want to write it SHO bad! AHhh! Need to make time to work on it…

A RUT TIME OF IT: On the backburner for now c:

ONE -SHOTS

Pull Me Along if I Can’t Move Forward: Deku/Bakugo fic that is so slowly being written....

Heatwaves and Curses Don't Mix Slow boat to being done....

Once Upon a Blob: Sukuna, now Blobkuna, has a plan to get his body back and it involves the old fairy tale cliche of love's true kiss. Chaos ensures.

And That's When I knew It (Might change the title though!): A silly Uraraka/Kirishima one-shot where something horribly embarrassing happens and feelings are had (and spice XD)

Rituals of Ascension: ABO in the Heian era involving bitching and just pwp ….

FICS TO COME

Exploration: ABO Modern Sukuita fic on the slow boat to being written

Unnamed: Kugikuna fic because I'm in a mood to write something for em…

We Wretched Few: Fleshing out the idea and preparing it for pre-producting

Law Meets Disorder: Slowing down on it as I work to get it mapped out properly, but it is in the works for pre-production!

The Dragon Story: I am worldbuilding so much for this one…debating if I might try to manga page draw it? We'll see…

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I have a fic idea for you cause i suck at writing, i don't know if its been done before but-- 👉👈 buggyxmihawk where mihawk is tired of watching buggy doing his eyeliner wrong so he offers to do it for him instead djdjskjd but once he is done he realize he now wants to ruin buggys make up completely uhum if you know what i mean 😏🤭 you can crocodile if you want idk he may have been watching the whole thing DO AS YOU PLEASE

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, COLO. Also, a loooooooooooooong time ago you said that i could make this into a yuri and i did. So this is my one (1) yuri fic of the year. Enjoy

(P.S. i think i lost the plot)

Title: All Dolled Up

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk

Rating: E

Word Count: 6523

Warnings: PWP, Fingering, Strap-ons, face sitting, very minor overstimulation, dirty talk (I guess don't ask me.)

Excerpt:

Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. “When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly. “That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…” “Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.” 

Buggy adores putting on makeup and sliding into something cute before taking some pictures of herself. It’s kind of like a hobby for her, something akin to painting but on her skin, and she finds the whole process from looking for inspiration to applying products to her face to be so fun and relaxing. Hell, even taking off her makeup and then getting ready for bed is something that she also finds peace in, but we can discuss her skincare routine some other time. 

If Buggy’s not doing her own makeup, though, then she’s most likely watching other people do theirs or scrolling through social media, looking for more inspiration. Speaking of which, the other day, she was scrolling through social media when she noticed a cute look that she has just been dying to try which happens to be a glittery red smokey eye with bright red lipstick. The moment she saw the look, she knew that she had to copy it. It’s a little average, sure, and Buggy usually likes to do something more creative and eccentric, but the idea is cute. Plus, she feels like doing something quick and easy tonight, instead of spending hours perfecting one look.   

Buggy feels so pretty as she sits in front of her vanity wearing a red skin-tight cutout dress that clings to her curves and shows off just a hint of her side and cleavage. She already has her hair done up in two long, cute blue pigtails that hang loosely at her shoulders, and now all she has to do is finish her makeup and take pictures.

After Buggy dabs some glitter on top of her eyelids, she picks up her eyeliner with a small sigh. Buggy has gained a lot of experience with makeup over the years, but one thing she’s never been good at is applying eyeliner. Her hands are always too shaky, and sometimes she draws it on unevenly or pokes herself in the eye and, ugh, it’s just the worst. Her girlfriend, on the other hand, is so good at doing eyeliner, but then again, she’s good at everything. 

Speaking of her girlfriend, Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. 

“When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly.

“That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…”

 

“Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.”

 

Mihawk’s words send a shiver down Buggy’s spine, and she forces back a small groan. Why is she like this? She wonders, but she would be a liar if she said she didn’t love how desperate Mihawk acts whenever she finds herself in the mood to eat Buggy out, which is often by the way. Anyways, how can Buggy possibly continue to do her makeup with Mihawk’s head between her thighs?

Buggy caresses Mihawk’s head lovingly, “Just…Just give me a few more minutes, okay?” She stammers quietly, though the idea of Mihawk eating her out until she’s a shaking mess is already at the back of her mind. Mihawk groans softly, “Fine, just please… I really need you.” She tells her, and the combination of Mihawk’s blunt words and her burning stare make Buggy squirm in her seat. She can feel a dull ache growing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it for the time being and get back to doing her makeup. Buggy just needs a few more minutes, and then Mihawk can do whatever she wants with her. 

Buggy leans forward and continues what she was previously doing. She tries to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but now her hands are a little shakier than they should be, and she can’t seem to focus. Buggy can feel Mihawk watching her every little move as she remains on her knees, peering up at her with the same intense gaze as before, but she tries to ignore her. 

Buggy moves to finally apply her eyeliner, but freezes up at the last moment. "Um…" She mutters, trailing off before setting her eyeliner pencil back down onto the vanity. “ Do you have to watch me? It makes me feel nervous.”

Mihawk sighs softly but looks away from Buggy. She keeps her head in her lap, though, running a soft hand up and down Buggy’s calf as she waits for Buggy to finally give her what she so desperately needs.

Buggy feels slightly better now that Mihawk’s not watching her so intensely, so she leans forward again and attempts to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but her hands are still so shaky and she more or less ends up poking herself in the eye even though she tries hard not to. “Shit.” She mutters under her breath as her eyes begin to water slightly. 

“My love,” Mihawk groans quietly when she notices Buggy’s struggle, "Do you need help with your eyeliner?" Pft… Yes… No… Maybe. 

Buggy tries to play it cool and like she didn’t just stab herself in the eye. “No, no, I’m fine,” She mutters, but when she glances down and sees how impatient and needy Mihawk looks at this very moment, she grows flustered again. The ache between her legs grows as she recalls the fact that they were literally in this same situation during lunchtime when Mihawk insisted she’d been dying to taste her all afternoon before making quite the mess of Buggy on the living room couch of all places.

Well... Buggy thinks, as her face grows hotter, Things would go a lot faster if Mihawk helped me out a little… "I mean… if you want to help, I'm not going to stop you."  She says with a sheepish grin, "But…just know, I could totally do it myself, baby.”

"...Mhm." Mihawk hums softly before finally getting up and reaching for Buggy’s eyeliner. Despite seeming slightly impatient beforehand, Mihawk applies eyeliner to Buggy's waterline slowly and with ease and precision. Her hand is nowhere near as shaky as Buggy's would have been if she applied the eyeliner herself, and Buggy can’t help but admire that about Mihawk. Even when she’s clearly impatient,  she still takes the time to do things correctly the first time around. After Mihawk finishes, she admires her handiwork with a smile, “What do you think?” She asks as she gestures towards the vanity mirror with her head.

Buggy smiles as soon as she sees herself and then quickly thanks Mihawk for everything. She gets up and gives Mihawk a quick hug, or she tries to at least. “You’re the best,” She whispers softly as she tries to pull away from their embrace, only to have Mihawk wrap her arms tightly around her. 

Mihawk leans forward and presses a soft kiss into the crook of Buggy’s neck, “You look so pretty tonight,” She mutters into her skin, and Buggy’s smile grows. Well, if she thinks that Buggy looks pretty now, she should wait until she sees her with her mascara and eyelashes on! “Thank you, thank you,” She chuckles, “But I'm not even done with my makeup yet.” 

“Doesn’t matter. You always look gorgeous.”  Mihawk replies as she pulls her closer to her, “I really don’t think that I can wait any longer, though, my love.” She whispers quietly. Oh, she’s just being dramatic as always, what’s another ten minutes or so?

“I’m almost done, I promise.” Buggy assures Mihawk with another chuckle, yet she puts absolutely no effort into pushing an extremely needy Mihawk away from her.

Mihawk pulls back ever so slightly so she can look down at Buggy, and she actually gives her a small pout. Cute . Buggy finds her girlfriend so unbelievably cute, especially when she does things that she normally doesn’t do, like pout. “Buggy.” She calls out in a soft voice as she leans down slowly.

“Hm?” Buggy replies, pretending as if she doesn’t already know what Mihawk is about to say to her.

“Come on,” Mihawk pleads, “Please?”

Oh, how could Buggy ever say no to such a pretty face? She puts on a small show by sighing dramatically, “Fine, but If you mess up my makeup, I'm going to be pissed,” Buggy manages to complain just seconds before Mihawk presses their lips together for a hungry kiss. Part of her already knows that her poor makeup isn’t going to stand a chance against Mihawk now that she has her hands on her, but Buggy just can’t turn Mihawk away. Plus, it’ll give her something to complain about later, and she would never pass up the opportunity to complain about something.

Buggy can taste a hint of red wine on Mihawk’s lips as their kiss quickly grows in intensity, it’s a rather intoxicating taste that she’s grown accustomed to over the years. She sighs softly when Mihawk begins to caress her skin. Mihawk’s touch is so soft and teasing as she slides her hands up and down Buggy’s arms and her sides, and Buggy has to admit, she thought Mihawk would have her pinned down to their mattress by now, but she’s pleasantly surprised. 

Buggy matches Mihawk’s passion and then some. She eagerly grabs at every part of Mihawk that she can get her hands on as they kiss in an attempt to show Mihawk just how much she wants her back. Mihawk’s skin is a little icy, but so soft underneath Buggy’s fingertips, and Buggy loves the breathy little noises Mihawk makes every now and again and how she shudders underneath her touch. 

Mihawk breaks their kiss for a second, just long enough to whisper softly into Buggy’s ear: “Let me take care of you tonight,” She tells Buggy and before Buggy can even get a word in, she smashes their lips together again. Buggy knows exactly what that means and quite naturally wants to complain and say something like: ‘Hey, it’s not fair how you always take care of me and don’t let me return the favor,’ but her complaints dry up in her mouth when Mihawk slides a hand up her dress.

It’s just Mihawk, she touches her all the time, and yet Buggy’s face still grows hot and her heart begins to pound furiously the moment Mihawk starts rubbing her through her underwear. She tries to focus less on her own shyness and more on kissing Mihawk back, but Mihawk’s teasing touches become harder and harder to ignore.

“Hawkeye…” Buggy whimpers between kisses. 

“I got you,” Mihawk assures her before she pulls her panties to the side and begins to massage her clit in gentle circles. Buggy’s knees damn near buckle at that moment, and she only adds to her own embarrassment by whining noisily into their kiss. Another cocky laugh from Mihawk only makes the whole ordeal worse, yet it adds to Buggy’s arousal. Her legs grow shaky, and she finds herself involuntarily trying to rub herself against Mihawk’s two fingers, desperate to get just a little more pressure against her clit.

Every little touch feels embarrassingly good and part of Buggy is ashamed of all of the sounds she’s making as well as just how turned on she is right now, but another part of her feels too good to even care. She clings onto Mihawk tightly, feeling herself start to grow a little overwhelmed by Mihawk’s lips, tongue, and just her fingers in general, and that feeling only grows when Mihawk’s rubs her clit faster.

Mihawk slowly eases a finger into Buggy’s pussy and then a second one, causing Buggy to whimper in response. She breaks their kiss and releases a shaky exhale as she clings onto Mihawk, panting slightly. “You aren’t about to come already, are you?” Mihawk teases. Buggy opens her mouth to complain again, but she ends up squeaking instead when Mihawk presses a playful kiss against her ear. 

“Oh, be quiet…” Buggy’s says and her voice is shaky as she tries to get the order out, all because of the way Mihawk is slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her. 

"Oh, what was that?" Mihawk asks with a smirk before she leans forward to whisper another teasing comment into Buggy’s ear. “You make the cutest little sounds whenever I finger you, you know that, right, my love?”

“Shut up…” Buggy orders only to have Mihawk laugh in her face again before kissing her again. 

Buggy breaks their kiss again a moment later, desperately needing some air. Her thoughts are all hazy and clouded with lust, but she’s still caught by surprise when Mihawk pulls her fingers back, leaving Buggy feeling empty, before quickly bringing them up to her lips and sucking on them. The sight alone makes Buggy’s face feel like it’s on fire, but she damn near screams when Mihawk makes a show out of the whole ordeal by moaning as licks her fingers clean. “You’re so…” She trails off because she’s genuinely so caught off guard and doesn’t know what to say. Eventually she finds the right words her hazy brain is struggling to say, “Nasty.”

Mihawk seems to find her response funny, “I couldn’t help myself,” She chuckles, “You just taste so sweet.” 

“Whatever…” Buggy mutters under her breath, trying to hide her embarrassment as she looks up at her girlfriend. Her red dress clings tightly to her sweaty body, making her slightly uncomfortable, and she’s just about to take it off herself, but Mihawk beats her to the punch. Mihawk pulls away from Buggy, only for a split second, though, so she can yank her panties and dress off of her and then pull her towards the bed behind them. Buggy whines. It took her longer than expected to get in that damn dress, but Mihawk was able to take it off of her in a matter of seconds. It’s unfair.

Buggy crawls into bed and then lies back with a soft sigh. She spreads her legs slightly, inviting Mihawk to settle between them, and less than a moment later the two are tangled up in another tongue-filled kiss. Her hands are instantly all over Mihawk again, squeezing and caressing any part of her lover that she can reach. She pays specific attention to Mihawk’s toned abs as well as her firm ass, though.  

Buggy gives Mihawk’s ass a rough squeeze, which catches the other woman off guard and causes her to gasp into their kiss. Cutie pie. Buggy thinks as she giggles and begins to unbutton Mihawk's dress shirt. Once Buggy has it undone, she runs her hands over Mihawk's toned abs again and then up to her chest before giving her breasts a soft squeeze. They begrudgingly break apart for a split second again so Mihawk can get her shirt off, and during that time, Buggy gets the chance to admire her beautiful girlfriend's strong body a little before Mihawk's lips are all over hers again. 

Oh, how Buggy wishes Mihawk would let her admire her and spoil her the way she spoils Buggy. She wishes Mihawk would let her stare at her like a love sick fool and admire every little detail about her, she wishes she could shower her in compliments and words of affection, and more than anything she wish there were just one night where Buggy got the chance to make Mihawk feel like she was a priceless gem meant to be protected and admired and cherished at all cost. 

Buggy manages to get Mihawk's pants undone in between sloppy kisses and tries to slide her hand down the front of them, but Mihawk catches her wrist. She pulls away from her lips and presses a gentle kiss against the back of Buggy’s hand. "Don't worry about me, this is about you." 

Sigh. This really isn't fair, but Mihawk gives Buggy a gentle, reassuring smile before she leans down and begins to trail hot kisses down her neck and chest.

"Seriously, Mihawk…" Buggy mutters as Mihawk sits her up for a moment to undo her bra and toss it to the ground "I want to make you feel good too," she tells her, and Mihawk gives her another smile before pushing her back down to the mattress and continuing to cover her skin in soft kisses,

"You already are," Mihawk assures her as she peppers her chest in kisses, "I feel amazing right now." That's … That's not what Buggy meant at all and she knows that. 

Mihawk continues her journey down Buggy’s body, and Buggy is yet again surprised and sort of impressed by how patient Mihawk has been so far. She thought that Mihawk would have her face buried between her shaking thighs by now, but Buggy’s not about to say anything because she knows Mihawk will tease her mercilessly if she does.

One of Mihawk’s hands dances across Buggy’s flushed skin. Her touch is light, feathery. and fleeing, and occasionally she teases Buggy by allowing her hand to get just close enough to the spot that she needs her the most before pulling her touch away completely. Maybe this has less to do with patience and more to do with revenge. Maybe Mihawk is making Buggy suffer after Buggy made her wait for sex. Ugh, she hates her. 

(She loves her more than anything in this world)

Buggy shudders and arches her back slightly when Mihawk runs her tongue over one of her nipples. She bites her bottom lip, trying to ignore the arousal that’s dripping down her skin as Mihawk plays with her chest. She reaches up and idly plays with Mihawk’s hair, basking in the feeling of Mihawk’s warm mouth and playful tongue, as well as the soft touch of one of her hands against her chest. 

Buggy gasps softly a moment later when Mihawk sucks harshly on her nipple, and she arches her back slightly off the bed again before threading her fingers through Mihawk’s short raven hair, and pulling her close. 

Mihawk seems to find her reaction comical, of course she does, because she chuckles softly at Buggy’s reaction before showing her some mercy. She lifts her head up from her chest with a cheeky grin and gives Buggy another quick kiss. Mihawk continues her way down Buggy’s body after that, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach before moving down to her thighs.

Despite Mihawk’s earlier impatience though, she continues to tease Buggy a little. She rakes her black, well-manicured fingernails across the inside of Buggy’s thighs, causing goosebumps to form on her skin before she presses kisses all over them. At this point, Buggy’s feeling that same sense of desperation that Mihawk must have felt earlier. She wants to grab her by the hair and just…

Ugh.

Buggy’s heart races the closer Mihawk gets to her pussy and she feels a mixture of impatience and excitement fill her at that moment. She chews on her bottom lip as she stares down at Mihawk with lust filled eyes, suddenly remembering that she still has a full face of makeup on and that she’s probably messing up her lipstick if she hasn’t already, but all well.

There’s a smile on Mihawk’s face as she settles in between Buggy’s legs, “You’re shaking already.” She teases in a husky voice, and Buggy can’t help but look away after that. “And I thought I was the eager one.”

“Do you ever stop talking…?” Buggy mutters, shuddering slightly when she feels Mihawk’s warm breath against her pussy. 

“Why should I?” Mihawk asks with a small chuckle, “How will you know how beautiful you are or how divine you taste, if I stay quiet?” Oh, there’s no way in hell Buggy wouldn’t know all those things, not with how vocal Mihawk suddenly turns when she’s about to give Buggy the sloppiest head ever.  “God,” Mihawk whispers breathlessly as she leans forward and presses a kiss against Buggy’s clit, making Buggy jump slightly, “Have I ever told you that you look just as good as you taste?” Oh, there she goes again saying all that embarrassing shit, and yet… It works like a charm on Buggy. 

“Stop teasing me,” Buggy complains, and her soft whine turns into a sharp gasp when Mihawk gives her pussy one long lick. Her embarrassment grows because of course Mihawk refuses to listen to her and continues to tease her ruthlessly. Mihawk groans loudly as soon as she gets a taste of Buggy and she looks up at Buggy with the same intense look in her eyes from earlier. “Just as sweet as ever.” She moans before she buries her face into Buggy’s cunt. 

Mihawk makes sure to maintain eye contact with Buggy as she laps at her clit and pussy hungrily, but occasionally her eyes will fall shut, and Buggy can see the pleasure written all over Mihawk’s face as well as the blush that faintly spreads across her cheeks. 

It’s so embarrassing being eaten out like this, with Mihawk being so loud and vocal about how much she loves Buggy’s taste and how she can’t get enough of her. Buggy repeatedly tries to get her to shut up, but any time she tries, Mihawk chuckles at her and only grows louder. Her praises just continue to come, making Buggy whine and want to hide but there’s nowhere to go. 

Buggy throws an arm over her face, and at this point, she can’t bear to look at Mihawk anymore. The way she gazes at her is embarrassing, yet gratifying. Mihawk makes her feel so beautiful and wanted, but it comes at the price of making her painfully flustered, especially at times like this when Buggy can hear and see how much Mihawk enjoys simply giving her pleasure. 

Buggy closes her eyes as her pleasure slowly starts to consume her. Her hands wind up in Mihawk’s hair again, and she moans loudly as she grinds her cunt against Mihawk’s face slowly, unable to keep her hips still for a moment longer. 

Mihawk reaches up and grabs one of Buggy’s hands, and Buggy eagerly squeezes her hand as pleasure washes through her entire body. Buggy can feel her orgasm building up, and knows that she won’t be able to last much longer, especially with the way that Mihawk is lapping her up. “God, right there,” She says breathlessly as she raises her hips up slightly to meet Mihawk’s mouth.

“Mm, there?” 

“There, right fucking there. Oh, god.” 

Buggy’s moans grow louder and breathier the closer she gets to her orgasm. She squeezes Mihawk’s hand tightly as her hips buck forward again. It’s all too much, but at the same time, she wants Mihawk to keep going, “Faster,” she whines as her pleasure starts to consume her.

Mihawk hums and moves her tongue faster, seemingly egged on by the need to see Buggy reach her orgasm. She continues to watch her intently every step of the way, never letting up for even a second. 

Buggy reaches up with her free hand and grabs one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly as she opens her eyes again and stares down at Mihawk. She tries to watch her for as long as she can before she inevitably becomes too flustered to watch her girlfriend eat her out again. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her orgasm builds in the pit of her gut. She’s close, so close, and lets Mihawk know by babbling out a slew of curses and poorly put together sentences. 

“Don’t stop,” Buggy whines in between sharp gasps and moans, practically begging Mihawk to keep going as she keeps her head locked in place with a firm hand. “God, Mihawk, I-” She whines as she grinds her wet cunt against her face again. 

Mihawk groans softly, and it’s then that Buggy glances down and notices that Mihawk has her hips slightly raised off the mattress and has her hand between her legs. God , Buggy thinks, feeling breathless just from looking at the sight of Mihawk touching her own pussy while she eats Buggy out alone. 

“Shit.” Mihawk hisses sharply all of a sudden, “So good,” she whines nosily,  “So, so good.” her breathless noises coupled with Buggy’s own pleasure are almost too much for Buggy to handle. She bites her lip hard as another wave of pleasure washes over her.  It seems so unfair that Mihawk won’t just let Buggy touch her, or better yet, taste her, but Buggy doesn’t have it in her to complain more right now.  

Buggy’s stomach tightens and she gasps sharply as she finally comes, “Shit, shit.” she whines out, squeezing Mihawk’s hand tightly. Her entire body goes tense for a moment, and she accidentally clamps her thighs around Mihawk’s head as her orgasm hits her. She quickly opens her shaky legs a moment later, though, and whines softly when Mihawk continues to run her tongue over her, cleaning her up and not wasting even a drop of her come.

Buggy’s legs are shaking as she closes her eyes and takes a moment to enjoy the blissful feeling washing over her body. “You’re amazing,” She murmurs to Mihawk as she strokes her head gently. Mihawk in turn, presses one last kiss against her pussy before getting up and kissing her, allowing Buggy to taste herself. 

Buggy pulls away from their kiss a moment later though, and presses her lips against Mihawk’s neck, leaving faint red spots across her skin, “Here, let me–” Buggy pants, She struggles to get her words out, but Mihawk seems to get the gist of what she’s trying to say and shakes her head. “No.” She responds without hearing Buggy out, “I’m happy just making you feel good.” But… Buggy thinks, hating how selfless Mihawk is at times. 

“That’s not–” Buggy’s words are silenced with another kiss, one that makes her pout afterwards. She really wants to make sure her girlfriend feels good, and doesn’t feel right when she’s the only one receiving pleasure because more often than not Mihawk ends up giving Buggy what she needs and doesn’t let Buggy return the favor. 

“It’s fine, I just want to take care of you.” Mihawk assures her again with a gentle peck. She reaches over and opens up their nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube, her harness, and a dildo, “Okay? don’t worry about me.” Buggy wants to protest, she really does, but doesn’t. She watches Mihawk put on her harness, still pouting. So stubborn, Buggy thinks a moment later as she watches Mihawk cover her cock in lube before getting comfortable between her legs again.

"You ready?" Mihawk asks softly, and Buggy whimpers, still feeling a little sensitive from her first orgasm. At the same time, though, she can’t deny that a part of her wants Mihawk to keep going. "Y-yeah, I'm ready," she murmurs, giving Mihawk a small, coy nod.

Buggy’s breath catches in her throat as Mihawk slowly sinks her cock into her. "Oh, god," She groans and quickly reaches up and threads their fingers together, squeezing Mihawk's hand tightly as she begins to start moving her hips, 

Mihawk fucks her with slow, steady thrusts, never breaking eye contact with Buggy for a moment. Her expression is soft yet focused, determined even, “Does it feel good?” She asks in a soft voice. 

Buggy nods her head quickly and hiccups out a response, “So good. It feels so, so good.” She tells Mihawk, and Mihawk gives her another affectionate smile in response, one that makes Buggy’s heartbeat soar. Buggy feels so hopelessly in love. There’s no way having someone smile so softly like that should make her feel so overwhelmed. She feels so lucky, so pretty, so loved. 

Breathy pants and moans pour out of Buggy's mouth but she's too far gone at this point to care. She just needs Mihawk as close as possible right now, she just… She lets go of Mihawk’s hand and hugs her tightly, sinking her nails into Mihawk’s broad shoulders as Mihawk slams her hips into hers. 

"Oh," Buggy whimpers, “Right there,” She says as she sinks her fingers deeper into Mihawk’s pale skin.  

Mihawk leans down and presses her lips against Buggy’s, and Buggy practically mewls into their kiss. She pulls away a moment later, turning her head to the side so she can catch her breath and, Mihawk presses her lips against her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin as she fucks her. 

Mihawk’s hips come to a slow stop before she pulls out of Buggy and flips her over. Buggy’s heart actually starts to race as her world shifts. One moment she’s looking at Mihawk and then the next, all she can see is a mountain of pillows and their headboard. Mihawk gives her a playful smack to the ass which causes Buggy to gasp, “You ass,” She hisses, but there’s no real weight to her words. 

Mihawk chuckles and gives Buggy another playful slap before she digs her nails into Buggy’s waist and starts fucking her again, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” She groans, dragging out her words as she speaks, “You have such a cute ass,” She says in between thrusts. 

Mihawk picks up her pace and shifts her hips ever so slightly, and when she finally hits Buggy's sweet spot, Buggy gasps sharply and claws at the sheets underneath them. Mihawk giggles again, “Does that feel good?” she asks again. God, more like amazing. And amazing turns into terrific when Mihawk pounds her pussy, causing moans and various profanities to fly from Buggy’s mouth.

Buggy lifts her head up a moment later and looks over her shoulder. She slowly starts moving her hips backwards, fucking herself on Mihawk’s cock, and enjoying the sight a lot more than she should. She can't seem to express just how good she's truly feeling right now. She never wants this pleasure to stop. She continues to fuck herself on Mihawk’s dick until one particularly hard trust has her practically crying from the overwhelming pleasure it causes. She stops moving her hips, letting Mihawk take over completely again and fuck her quick and rough. 

“Kiss me.” Buggy whines, breathlessly, and Mihawk obeys her order without hesitation. She leans forward and gives Buggy a soft, tender kiss that quickly grows rough and filled with tongue and leaves Buggy lightheaded. Her body is drenched in sweat and she feels another orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, “ God, I love you.” She tells Mihawk in between breathy pants, “God, I love you so much,” She babbles before she drops her head down and buries her face into one of the pillows at the top of their bed. "God, Mihawk, you're going to make me come again," She whines.

"Then come for me, my love." Mihawk orders as she reaches between Buggy's shaky legs and begins to rub her clit again.

Buggy doesn't last long after that, how could she when Mihawk's making her feel so damn good? One particularly hard hit to her g-spot has Buggy's toes curling before she's finally sent over the edge and coming with a loud moan. Her entire body is left trembling after her second orgasm for the night and she takes a moment to catch her breath. She whines softly when she feels Mihawk slowly pulling out of her, and she closes her eyes, feeling light as a feather and slightly sleepy. 

When she opens her eyes again, she finds Mihawk staring at her, patiently waiting for her to notice her, “What’s wrong?” Buggy asks in a hoarse voice. 

“Please, just a little more.” Mihawk asks, sounding like she’s damn near begging at this point, “You can go a little longer, can’t you? For me?” She asks, “Please, I just… can’t get enough.” 

“I…” Buggy replies, biting her bottom lip. She’s covered in sweat and getting tired, but Mihawk is staring at her with those big, pleading eyes of hers, and Buggy finds her almost irresistible. How could she ever say no to her?

“Please, just a little more,” Mihawk repeats, “I’ll take care of you, just…” She pauses for a moment before releasing a shaky breath, “Could you just sit on my face?” she asks as she leans forward to press a kiss against the side of Buggy’s temple. “Please, love?”   

Buggy feels like she’s going to scream. 

Buggy takes a moment to pretend to think about Mihawk’s request before nodding shyly, “...Sure,” She mutters, feeling her face heat up from just the thought of sitting on Mihawk’s face. They kiss again before quickly and quietly getting into position after Mihawk climbs out of her harness, with Mihawk lying down on the bed and Buggy climbing on top of her.

Buggy complains quietly about how embarrassing the situation is as she places her thighs on either side of Mihawk’s head. Mihawk, however, rolls her eyes, and reminds Buggy that it’s just her before grabbing her by the hips and forcing her down and onto her face. 

Buggy immediately gasps and grabs onto the headboard the moment she feels Mihawk’s tongue on her again, “Shit. Go slow…” She hisses and involuntarily tries to move away from Mihawk’s overwhelming touch, only to find herself unable to.

Buggy feels so sensitive right now, and every little flick from Mihawk’s tongue leaves her hissing sharply and squirming, but Mihawk has a tight grip on her. Anytime Buggy actually manages to move away from Mihawk’s touch, Mihawk simply pulls her back down and usually mumbles something like “Stay still.” before she continues to eat her out. It’s too much at first. Every suck, lick, and kiss leaves Buggy trembling and overwhelmed but Mihawk doesn’t stop.

Soon her arousal overpowers most of the sensitivity she was feeling and Buggy finds herself whimpering repeatedly as she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue as best as she can, just so she can get a little more. For the most part, though, Mihawk is completely in control and she laps Buggy up enthusiastically, moaning happily any time Buggy moans or calls out her name. 

However, it's one loud moan from Mihawk in particular that catches Buggy's attention. It’s then that Buggy looks back and notices that Mihawk is once again touching herself. Good God, she loves this shit, doesn’t she? 

(She’s not the only one.) 

Buggy swallows down a moan before she parts her lips and forces herself to speak as steadily as she can, “Let me…” She pauses as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her, one that forces her to close her eyes and moan again. “Let me…” She tries to get Mihawk to stop and finally let Buggy take care of her, but she can't seem to get the words out. Mihawk sucks roughly on her clit before pulling away, panting. “No. Let me take care of you, damn it.”

“But...” 

“I'm fine,” Mihawk insists before she buries her face in between Buggy’s wet folds again. Buggy whines, but doesn’t make any further complaints. Instead, she finds herself watching Mihawk’s every movement as she quickly rubs her own clit. Buggy is utterly memorized by the sight and finds herself almost moving in sync with Mihawk as she sloppily rubs her cunt against Mihawk’s face.

It was already abundantly clear that Mihawk values Buggy’s pleasure over her own, but the way that Mihawk touches herself just highlights that fact even more. She rubs her own clit quickly, clearly just trying to get off as quickly as possible, but at the same time, she takes her time eating Buggy out, making sure she gets as much pleasure as possible. Buggy would feel bad for her if Mihawk wasn’t constantly moaning, and if she didn’t find the sight extremely attractive. 

Buggy grabs the headboard again, leaning her sweaty body against it as the pleasure once again becomes too much for her to handle. “Hawk... Hawkeye, I’m close.” she somehow manages to warn with some effort. The mere thought of coming on Mihawk’s face sends a shiver down Buggy’s spine and causes her to groan softly.

Mihawk moans loudly from underneath her, and Buggy takes that as a sign that Mihawk understands and that she’s close too. She sure sounds close at least. Her moans might be muffled but they’re becoming louder and louder by the moment, and Buggy notices how Mihawk’s moving her fingers faster just before she turns around and places her sweaty head against the cool surface of their headboard. 

Buggy’s thighs are shaking and aching, but she’s trying her hardest not to lose her balance as her orgasm inches closer. Hers and Mihawk’s moans are almost blending in with each other, and it’s hard to tell who’s making what noise, but it doesn’t matter at this point, it all has the same effect. They lose themselves in that intense moment, where everything seems to be just perfect. The perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure, the perfect amount of pleasure. The final blow comes when Mihawk suddenly squeaks and Buggy looks back just in time to see her girlfriend coming all over her own long fingers.

The sight combined with Mihawk’s high-pitched cry feels like a punch to the gut and leaves Buggy almost breathless. Buggy almost instantly feels a wave of intense pleasure wash over her entire body, and she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue sloppily a few more times before her body tenses up and she gasps, finally coming for a third time tonight

She manages to keep herself up just long enough to get from on top of Mihawk’s face before she collapses to the side of the bed, panting and shaking slightly from her latest orgasm. As Buggy tries to recover from her third orgasm of the night, Mihawk covers her in kisses and pulls her into her arms, holding her tightly, “Thank you,” She whispers to her, “I needed that so much."

“But I didn’t d–”

“You did enough. Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too…” Buggy murmurs, giving Mihawk one last pout. She closes her eyes and is moments away from drifting off when she suddenly remembers that she has a full face of makeup on, or maybe she doesn’t. She isn’t sure how much of her makeup came off during sex, actually. She tries to get out of bed to check and remove any makeup that might remain on her face, but Mihawk clings to her like a koala, refusing to let her go. 

Eh, it probably doesn’t matter anyways. 

[ten-cent-sleuth]

4, 10, 15 and 16 for the writer asks please! :)

Coming right up! :)

4. A story idea you haven’t written yet?

I answered this here as well, but I’m happy to trot out another one. It’s not like I’ll be running out of unwritten ideas any time soon. xD

Since you’re like my Hotchniss mutual (😜), here’s the entirety of a plot bunny I jotted down in a Doc literally just titled “Hotchniss Idea”—

Prentiss is always joining groups. Growing up and moving around, she was categorically, methodically The New Girl. When she joined the FBI, her colleagues frequently iced her out because of her mother and she had to wriggle her way into their dynamics. She often (or at least twice: Doyle and Hotch) dated men who had already experienced marriage and fatherhood. One day, an unsub somehow picks up on this (or he’s been stalking her? or she tells him all this by herself to build rapport?) and—in front of the whole team, naturally—urges her to pick him instead and for once to get to build something. “You’ve always had to fight for approval and justify the space you take up. Affection from your mother, friendship during your youth, trust from your team—it’s never been free, has it? With me, it would be, I swear to you. My love would be unconditional.”

This would, of course, lead to some fluffy team reassurances aaand Aaron getting to comfort Emily about any legitimate lingering insecurities. Welp, it’s not the most fleshed-out idea, and I don’t know that I’d ever get around to writing it, but there we go. :3

10. What is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?

Ooh, I’m glad you asked this one because interestingly, my answer changed a couple of months ago!

The oldest WIP that I still haven’t shelved as “probably not going to finish this” is an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Secret Service AU, which I started in like 2020 and which I still consider my baby, my pride and joy, my pet project. However, I suppose the question is more about a draft that has by now been completed, so I will instead say—

—this sucker ☝🏽☝🏽 sat in my drafts from June 12, 2023 (or, uh, June 13 at 04h00 😅) to September 30, 2024. Less than a year and a half might not be too long a wait for a multichap, but this was a 2k-word one-shot! For me, short stories get written within a week or not at all: those tend to be spun out of a whirlwind of feels rather than forged out of conscious outlining, so the heart of the story will decay after too long. Not in quality necessarily, but in vitality—in what it means to me, you know? So I was astonished and thrilled with my muse for making an exception here (and must once again thank @queen-vessaraia-ashlynne for giving that muse its direction again). ;P

15. Favourite weather for writing?

I had never given this thought before! During the summer, I seize the opportunity to write outside, so I suppose perfect walking weather would be perfect writing weather. If I’m indoors and comfortable though, I don’t really notice! In general, I love cloudless sunny skies and a good snowstorm, so maybe those can also be my favourite weather(s?) for writing in particular. ;D

16. Favourite place to write?

Idk if I have one! I’ve written in the bathtub, on the bus, during class, at the hospital, underneath my desk (floor time for those who like to hide and vanish 👍🏽), literally inside the closet, on hills and beaches……and honestly, I’ve found that as long as I am writing, I’m incomparably happy.

Maybe my old dormitory though? I felt very alive and productive there in general, thanks to my first contact with the beautiful intersection between convenience and independence. I’ll probably never see it again though, lol!

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[kangaracha]

NEVERMORE; AN ANNOTATION chapter 5 (there's so many voices)

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Summary

Outside of District 9, Seungmin stands outside the bus and surveys their surroundings, contemplating what they should do next. He sees a city in the distance and a building just down the hill before Changbin and then Chan calls him back inside. Before he returns, he mentions to Changbin that he is worried about Chan, and Changbin agrees.

They agree as a group to continue down to the building nearby rather than towards the city, as Hyunjin is injured and they are tired and hungry. The youngest members lead the way, finding an abandoned warehouse-like building waiting for them. The centre of it is a large, circular room, where they find food and clothing, and a bank of computers which control the warehouse.

Chan looks after Hyunjin as best he can, and then turns to the desks and computers scattered around the room. He finds he can't read anything there, but picks up a strange key that feels warm to the touch. He wakes the main computer in the room and finds a map on it, with seven doors marked on it numbered one through eight. There is no number four, and all except one are marked as 'closed'.

Han convinces him to leave it alone for now, reasoning that they can't go anywhere except the city anyway. He wants to show Chan something that he has found instead; a music production program on another computer, filled with half-finished tracks. Han also says he has a song he wants to write, and so they sit down together to create it.

Canon Content

A short, transitional chapter, this one occurs entirely in the world of the District 9 music video - specifically, the ending, in which they are seen in a warehouse type of space with a strange portal-like device behind them. The bus, of course is also taken from the District 9 video - the world outside of District 9 is inspired by a short clip within that video and the world of the Scars music video, into which they will be tossed shortly.

Jeongin tossing through clothes from abandoned lockers in the warehouse is also taken from the District 9 video, though in the video they find the clothes on the bus. It felt important to mention that they were changing clothes from the white suits they were dressed in, as it was featured explicitly in the video, however to have it happen on the bus in the fic felt out of place, as they were only in the bus for a brief moment and it didn't make much sense to me for clothes to be found there.

This chapter is titled for the song Voices, which comes off the next album in the series, I Am Who. The lyrics of this song can be connected to the experience of the voice of the machine in their heads, and the decision they've made to break free of that control ('step out of them voices/break free from the voices in my head').

This album and the next, I Am You, don't contain a lot of songs relevant to the Nevermore universe, and so only appear for a few fleeting moments here between I Am Not and Cle 1: Miroh. Songs such as Mirror, Insomnia, and Question are also relevant to Stray Kids' experience at this point in the story, just as they were in real life, though nothing in particular has been drawn from them; rather, they are reinforcements to the particular characters and decisions being drawn in the prose.

Characters

Seungmin is introduced in this chapter, forging the path ahead while Chan worries about the boys left behind. He paints himself a strong character within the group, a potential leader who contemplates striking out on his own path right from the get-go but in the end always turns back to the older boys for guidance.

In this way, Seungmin becomes a very useful character to have at the forefront of the story - though he doesn't play any key role in the turn of the plot yet, he drives the group forwards towards their next discovery, and is quickly set up as someone who can be relied upon to do that over and over in the future. Where some boys are reluctant to move forward, Seungmin is unafraid and logical, a character that can easily be pushed towards the next plot point. He's useful here, and he will continue to be useful in the future, being also too proud to be beaten down easily.

Seungmin's POV also very quickly shows his relationship with Jeongin, who he very outright considers running away with and describes as a younger brother, even if not by blood. This is an important distinction going into the Miroh arc later. He also reinforces the idea that has previously been built about Chan being the leader that they all look up to, the one they are devoted to, and Changbin a protector, reliable and, in the eyes of the other boys, unwavering.

Plot

Again, this is a very quiet chapter; for the most part, Seungmin simply moves them forward, while Chan describes the extent of Hyunjin's injury and discovers the map. There are a few things to note, of course, such as:

Seungmin notes of the city seen on the horizon that 'there is something wrong with that city, he's sure of it - he just can't put his finger on why'. This is referring to the ruins on the outside of the city, which will be seen in greater detail in coming chapters.

While the building they enter is drawn from a music video, the room they find themselves in is entirely imagined from scratch, to give them a space in which to find their feet and reset. The portal seen in the video has been removed, replaced with a screen inspired the one I.N stands in front of in the Miroh video; the portal, instead, is the drawing inspiration for the 'doorways' listed on the map Chan finds - and the overarching idea of doorways/portals being the connection between different worlds.

This warehouse is implied to have been a watching/management place for District 9, up on the hill above; however, just like the city it has been abandoned, and the doorway that used to lead here, still marked on the map, has been closed. This may be revisted in the distant future, when we revisit the world of Injeon during the NoEasy/Oddinary era, but wasn't included here as it is worldbuilding largely irrelevant to the plot except for what it meant for the contents of the room.

This chapter contains the first instance of Chan noticing that someone seems to know him from a past he can't remember - namely, the machine when it discovered who he was.

The seven doorways on the map, deliberately numbered through to eight, represent one doorway to each world of the Cle - all closed except the one to Miroh, as Injeon has been abandoned and closed off as a cursed/unsafe place since the Gwoemul found a way into it. They are numbered to eight to correlate to the eight worlds.

One doorway missing is meant to be the doorway to Injeon, the world they are already in. It is probably an oversight to imply there is a doorway to Asadal, a world only accessible from Yellow Wood, but perhaps we can assume that was once a second door to Miroh, which would have been the most common destination when travelling in and out of Injeon.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

i think it’s the fact that he can go so many directions that makes it hard for me to write him argh i want to write him soooo bad. AND STOP free his haircut let him live only he can pull it off 😣

if you write for kaiser pls do something twisted i would be SO invested you don’t understand. and omg let me hear about that nagi plot pls pls

i def feel that HAHA i think in every fandom people will interpret characters in their own ways but some characters (ex rin, shidou, barou) tend to have pretty standard fandom characterizations from fic to fic (now whether i AGREE with these standard characterizations is a separate thing but at least they are consistent) and others can be completely diff depending on who the author is. i think kaiser (and to a lesser extent nagi and sae) is subject to the latter where everyone sees him in a slightly diff way so it’s hard to nail down which version of him YOU want to write yk.

AHHH i feel like kaiser is a really good character to write darker stuff for so i do think that if i wrote for him it would be a heavier story than what i’ve been putting out recently. and we shall ignore the haircut…tbh rooting for a kainess breakup because long hair kaiser/man bun kaiser is so MAJESTIC i think ness gives him the shitty haircut on purpose so he can gatekeep

nagi plot under the cut!! heheh it’s pretty convoluted and also atm just a bunch of rough notes on my ipad…i would have to try writing the first chapter a couple of times to see if it even flowed the way i wanted it to and to make the according adjustments if it was something w potential so even if i do ever end up writing this particular story the finished product might be very different than this!! that said i am in fact sharing the entire outline so i fear you will not be very surprised by any plot twists if i ever work on this or post it

basically it’s a mix of a couple of fics for other fandoms that i never got around to writing + some newer ideas that i have had!! the main cast of characters is ofc y/n and nagi but also rin is there!! and sae and reo but they’re secondary to the main trio

it starts off in a post-apocalyptic world overrun by monsters and which has a loose oligarchy-type government. y/n is the bastard child of duke l/n, who is the head of one of the influential government families. when she’s youngish (twelve or so??) her mother dies and officials attempt to arrest her for identity fraud when she claims that she must be sent to the l/n estate as they are her only surviving family. she manages to escape and learns how to use some weapon (either a sword or a spear idk atm) to kill monsters as she has a strong desire to protect those less fortunate than her, as well as to prove herself and one day find her father so she can have a family again.

on the other hand nagi is the eternal warrior (there would be a more researched title for him but atm this is my placeholder) whose original self was there 1000 years ago when the apocalypse began and was the only one able to fight back against the monsters when they appeared. he has been reincarnating (though WITHOUT his memories LMAOAO he’s not ancient i prommy he just looks the same/has the same name in every lifetime) and once people viewed him as a defender of the people, but a while ago the mikages (another one if the influential families) took custody of him and he’s basically been their enforcer for the past 100 years so people kinda hate him. he is kind of jaded and lonely after witnessing/causing so many deaths and he doesn’t see much of a point to life besides following whatever orders reo/the mikages give him and killing who he’s told to.

at some point nagi is told to kill y/n (it’s revealed eventually that it’s because duke l/n realized she’s out there and called in a favor w the mikages but we don’t know that at first) but instead of killing her he ends up saving her life. even he can’t explain why he took the initiative to disobey orders for the first time so he decides he’ll stick with her for the time being until he can figure it out (plus going back to the mikages isn’t really an option considering he’s gone against them)

while y/n + nagi are on the run, they meet rin, who is VERY confused about a lot of things. the itoshis are basically the family above all of the other families, and he’s supposed to be their heir, plus he has memories of having a great childhood with his parents and older brother, but for some reason he finds himself on the street with nothing but a note in his fist that says “don’t trust father and sae”. nagi and y/n decide that rin’s goals of trying to reclaim his position as heir and figure out the meaning of the note (which is in his own handwriting though he doesn’t remember it) align with theirs of finding duke l/n and. just chilling ig?? idk nagi is kinda there at that point HAHA. anyways so they all decide they’ll work together.

a bunch of stuff happens blah blah this entire part will come to me when i’m actually writing LMAOOO. anyways then it’s revealed that before getting thrown out, rin realized that if he ever got to close to asking questions/getting curious about the apocalypse, he’d suddenly forget what he was doing (in an unnatural way not just him being dumb), so he began writing down notes to himself to keep track of his suspicions. however he is found out and his notes are burned before he’s cast out and his memories selectively erased, though he managed to save the note telling him not to trust his family so that he didn’t end up falling into the same pattern again.

rin reveals that sae has the power to alter memories, and that he suspects the itoshis (plus the other influential families) also have some knowledge of how the apocalypse began and how it can be ended/the monsters gotten rid of for good. y/n reaches duke l/n but he rejects her and says he wishes he sent nagi after her sooner, and that he also regrets sending them any money at all because things would’ve been better if she would’ve died as a kid. nagi manages to round up the members of the influential families (#boyboss 😜) and sae has a change of heart from seeing rin again after so long; he says that there is a way that they can stop the apocalypse from ever happening, but that means that the influential families lose the power they obtained after the fall of the world, so they’ve been hiding it from everyone since they discovered it.

every generation, an itoshi is born with the power to wipe memories and send one person back in time. with that power, they could conceivably return to the beginning of the apocalypse and prevent it from ever happening. sae is the one with that power in the present and he decides that having wealth/whatever isn’t worth the destruction of the world, so he agrees to send back y/n, as he believes she has the best chance at managing to set things right.

y/n travels back in time and meets the first version of nagi, who ends up falling in love with her. unfortunately even before the apocalypse things were kinda unsettled as everyone realized Something was going to happened, and eventually a world war breaks out, which og nagi and y/n get involved in. y/n is fatally wounded at one point, but before she dies she manages to tell og nagi everything about the future and how he has to stop the box containing the beginning of the apocalypse from being opened. sadly og nagi invented being down bad and he is so distraught by her death that he opens the box and curses himself to the cycle of reincarnation so that he can meet her in the future.

y/n wakes up back in the future unsuccessful and also shocked that the one who started the apocalypse was nagi (even though current nagi has no clue about any of this). sae is furious that she wasted his power and didn’t actually accomplish anything, but at some point rin realizes he also has that power?? not the memory part he just can also send her back to the past…not sure why this is the case but it’ll come to me as i’m writing and hopefully not feel like an asspull DHSKSJSJ. anyways even though she’s lowkey traumatized y/n agrees to try one more time.

og nagi falls in love with her again ofc (we’re three for three here if you all are keeping track) but before the world war can break out, y/n kills nagi. he is understandably shocked but instead of being angry at her he tells her she must’ve had a reason and dies decently happy considering he was murdered for something he hadn’t even done yet 😭 because nobody else has the knowledge of where the box is besides y/n, the apocalypse is averted, and the world war is concluded in a relatively typical way instead of supernaturally, so life goes on as best as it can.

however, y/n is then stranded in that timeline of 1000 years ago, without anyone she knows (as og nagi is obviously dead and the others aren’t born yet). she can’t return to a future which doesn’t exist so she’s just stuck there for the rest of her life.

the epilogue is a series of letters she writes to nagi and rin, detailing her life and how she misses them. the last letter is addressed to nagi, wherein she explains that death is coming for her soon and she hopes that wherever she ends up next is the same place that he is. it’s kinda unclear whether she’s talking to og nagi or her nagi from the no-longer-future but you know me and my open endings 🤩 leaving it up to reader interpretation is my fav thing and i will do so at the slightest provocation

[snek-panini]

At long last, I've finally finished a new book! And it's actually not a fanfic this time! This is a bind of Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days. This was supposed to be my fourth book for Binderary, but I didn't finish it in time. Procrastination's a bitch. Fun fact: the first thing I ever bound was a public domain short story called The Machine Stops, but since it was the first it is...not a good skill showcase. This one is so much better. More pics and process talk under the cut!

Close-up of the cover, and a pic of the spine. The blue bits are cardstock, and brown ones are faux leather left over from when I bound Pray for Us, Icarus. The images and author's name are in black embossing ink. Something weird happened with the texture on these--the author's name came out nice and smooth and solid like always, but the stamped images have a bumpy texture to them and some leather visible through the powder. They were done with rubber stamps on an ink pad and the text was done with an embossing pen, so I think it's a difference in the ink. It's a nice texture though, so I don't mind. I had originally thought to put the title on the front, but I really liked both stamps and I like how it came out.

Top view and endpaper. I'm really pleased with how the case fits; that's been something I struggle with on a lot of projects and I think I'm finally getting it down. The endpapers are a floretine print that I bought from Hollander's and cut to size. They got a little wrinkled when I cased in, especially in the back. It's my first time working with this kind of paper and I used too much glue. I also tried stitching them to the text block this time, but I don't think I'll bother with that again. I didn't like how flimsy the single-sheet signature felt next to the thicker ones in the text block. Fun fact for those who've seen an adaptation of this story but not actually read it: there is actually no hot air balloon in the book, even though it's in all the adaptations. There was a movie made in the 1950s which added the balloon and it's been in every version since then.

Title page and chapter header. I've been saying for a while that I wanted to up my title page game, and I really love how this looks. The image here is a free vector pulled from Seekpng.com. It's the same image on both pages, the one on the chapter header is just smaller and in gray instead of black. I've also chosen a name for my bindery, largely because other people had names for theirs and I thought it was cool and wanted my own. It's Paper Snake Press, you can see it at the bottom of the text. I want a logo too but haven't gotten around to making one yet. 2d art is, uh. Still not a strength for me.

The text I used was pulled from Project Gutenberg. Typesetting it was and interesting experience, surprisingly different from typesetting fic. When I do fic I keep the editing very light, just really obvious things like misspelled characters' names and quotation marks that are flipped the wrong way, but it always needs something. This one didn't need any of that, which was nice. It also has way longer sentences and paragraphs than fic, and I thought that might be a product of its age, that writers just wrote longer sentences and were more verbose in 1873 than they are now. But then this week I started working on another fic that has the same features, from someone I've suspected for a while is a published author, so I wonder if it's actually a professional author thing instead of a shift in reading tastes over time. I'm not really going anywhere with this speculation, I just thought it was interesting.

I have two more works-in-progress printed and waiting. One is an author copy and just needs casing in, the other's in a halfway stage and has a lot to be done, so it might be a bit before I have more books to post. But there's a whole stack of things I've typeset that I'm waiting to print, so there are good things coming.

[lordstormageddidnt]

Alfie's End of Year Rec List 2023

Out of 447,090 words and 141 total fics, this year I wrote a whole 224k and 78 fics, which is a lot more than last year. I wrote for 10 different ships this year, including 3 new ones. Yay for progress, I guess.

Anyway, to celebrate a rather productive year here at the_oncoming_stormageddon's AO3 dashboard, I've decided to compile a list of all of my favorite fics that I would reccommend :D number three will shock you!

In a shocking turn of events, I lied, sorry. This is about my graphs. It's always about my graphs. All graphs are up to date as of 12/21/2023, and there isn't even a missing word somewhere that has to be accounted for!

(Did I type all of this up, realize I had another fic to post, and then have to go back in and fix everything? ...perhaps)

Anyway. Let's start with Taylor Swift.

As always, "Other" corresponds to fics with titles from other artists, "Non-Album" refers to titles from Taylor Swift songs that aren't on an album or are unreleased, and "None" refers to titles that weren't from any lyrics. Orville Peck and Maisie Peter were the big contributors to the "other" category this year. The second graph shows the percent of the number of fics, while the first graph is the combined word count. Also, I did have 1 fic with an If This Was a Movie title, and I categorized it under "Speak Now TV" instead of Fearless TV. Yell at me about it in the comments if you really care, since it's technically incorrect.

Last year, I had a big Fearless slice because of the Hey Stephen series, and it was kind of surprising to me to see how much I slowed down in doing those, with Fearless only having 4 fics to its name. The disparity between the number and word count of the evermore was a little odd to me, until I realized that my longest fic ever (Tuesday Night at Olive Garden, a destiel murder mystery) was named after an evermore song. One thing that did not surprise me was folklore only having 1 fic, because that is my least favorite album.

So...the destiel thing...

The SPN hyperfixation took hold of me in Feb/March of this year and has not let go yet. Looking at my all-time graphs (where its about 33%/40% destiel/solangelo for word count), I didn't think it was that bad, but plugging in the numbers for just this year...uh, yeah. It's that bad. Sorry.

I had a really strong streak of posting solangelo every month until March hit. Again, destiel hyperfixation in visual form. This year, I wrote lokius (L/MMM, from the show Loki) and sterek (DH/SS, from the show Teen Wolf) for the first time. I also posted destiel (C/DW) for the first time (the bad destiel fics of middle school alfie are staying in locked docs where they belong).

As expected, I had a bit of a drop-off in the summer months, but it was surprising for me to see that it never went back up after school started again. Last year, I had a huge spike in September, October, and December, but this year stayed relatively mellow. Next year, I'd really like to see which trend I follow monthly.

Anyway, that's the end of the graphs I have prepared for you (I will spare yall from the more complicated ones). Next year, I'd really like to start finishing up some of the unresolved fics and series I have (mostly solangelo ones that got drowned in the destiel flood). I'm doing my first ever big bang (for the Professor Layton fandom), so katriana (KL/EP) will make it onto my graphs for next year, as will destiel and solangelo.

Thanks for reading & I hope you enjoyed :D congrats on making it to 2024!

[piedoesnotequalpi]

“For to love is to burn” for the title?

Hello hello sorry this took approximately ten years. I was surprisingly busy/tired post-finishing finals! But! We are here for angsty fic titles! And Sprace!

Okay I had an idea and then had another, hopefully better idea so I scrapped the first idea and now here we are. TW for unhealthy/abusive relationships and my first ever attempt at canon era speech patterns

Before he left his parents, Race watched them have a terrible relationship. They fought, and Race's dad was always far too prepared to go out and fight other people because of his mom - they looked at her wrong, or they (in his opinion) mistreated her, so he'd go out and lose a fight in an attempt to "defend her honor" regardless of what his mom said. Basically, Race's father did not express love in particularly productive ways, and so he fled to the lodging house by the time he turned eight.

This was Race's only example of a romantic relationship, so he thinks that's what love is supposed to be: angry and violent and miserable (his parents were always miserable). It doesn't really matter when you're eight, but he decides he doesn't want to get married ever, or even be in a relationship. He keeps himself a little distant from the other newsies, too - he's part of the group, but he deflects anything that could reveal his past or his actual feelings about anything with a joke. And as he gets older, he starts to realize he likes boys a lot more than he should, so he decides his promise to himself (and the wall he decided to put up) was a pretty good idea.

The problem is, Race starts selling at Sheepshead as a teenager, where he meets Spot Conlon. Spot is very intimidating, and tries to get him to stop, but Race is stubborn and argues his way into staying. Spot sometimes stops by to check in, and Race gradually starts to realize two things: one, that he is far more honest with her than he is with any of the Manhattan newsies; and two, he likes girls a little more than he thought. He definitely has a preference for men, but somehow this tall girl who keeps the Brooklyn newsies more organized than the Manhattan newsies ever will be has managed to be the exception to the rule.

The other problem is, now that Race and Spot are something approaching friends, Race notices people talking about her more than he used to, and what he hears is not positive. And even though he's been with the newsies for years, and seen the more mundane, nonviolent ways they show that they care about each other, he's also seen them (physically) fight for each other. Whenever he hears someone talking trash about Spot, he fights them, but of course word gets back to Spot about this pretty quickly, and when she shows up to Sheepshead after she finds out, she's not happy, to put it mildly.

"What the hell, Race?!" Spot screams. "I can fight for myself! Now folks are gonna think I can't, and if they're thinkin' that way then that puts my girls in danger!"

"Y'ain't there!" Race says, knowing full well that he messed up in several ways. "And you - we's s'posed to - "

From there, the story of how he grew up comes out, how he thought part of showing you cared about people was fighting on their behalf. Spot punches him for being an idiot (he never quite picked up the nuances of why what his father did made his mother upset vs. why the newsies were okay with fighting for each other, which is what got him into this in the first place), but they stay on speaking terms, and Race stops fighting her battles when she's not around.

Of course, when Spot hears the Delanceys saying rude things about Race during the strike, she full-on decks them (she was going to anyway, but the insults were the final straw) and Race nearly proposes marriage on the spot.

[wilt3d-r0zes]

Fic title: Ice Cream Sandwiches Are Fucking Bitches Summary: 

Stiles gets angry-overstimulated trying to make ice cream sandwiches Or, I got angry-overstimulated trying to make ice cream sandwiches and wrote this while calming down lol

Important Tags: Autistic!Stiles, Sensory Overload, Angy Sensory Overload, Vent Fic Word Count: 940 Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46518250

Starting Notes: TWs if you don't read your tags very well (like meee) Overstimulation, almost-meltdown, thoughts of murdering someone at the next inconvenience bc mood, stiles briefly considers becoming the Beacon Hills villain and hits Lydia

Actual Fic: Look, he was trying to make ice cream sandwiches from scratch. It was a weird, slightly misplaced in judgment decision he made out of boredom and a need to do something with his hands. Baking isn’t usually something he does to calm down, but from time to time it’ll soothe the need to learn, to do, to be productive. Unfortunately, right now it is also going to drive him Fucking Insane. The worst part is that Scott is also here. He isn’t helping Stiles bake, because that would simply not end well, he’s in the living room playing on the Xbox 360 because Scott has the PS4 out of the two of them. But that’s not the point, the point is that Stiles has finally finished mixing the dough and portioning it into four pieces to roll out, but there’s so much crap all over the counter (A box of gloves, an empty box of parchment, a roll of parchment, aluminum foil (for some reason?), scissors, a knife, various tools used when mixing the dough, the actual dough itself-) and he has no space to roll it out flat. Not to mention, the parchment keeps curling and he can’t keep it flat enough to actually roll the dough out, and he’s managed to kinda-sorta get one portion rolled out. It’s not 8x8 like it needs to be, it isn’t the right thickness and it’s not even remotely a square, but damnit it’s rolled out and on the pan. However, he’s yet again run out of parchment, and this second piece is fighting him. By the time he finally has managed to drop it onto the pan and shove everything in the oven, he’s about five seconds away from murdering someone. He’s going to become Beacon Hill’s next threat- two times in a row! Take that, nobody else has managed it yet!  He’s glaring at the timer he’s set, trying to calm down from what he knows is just overstimulation, to ignore the loud TV just behind him, and the sound of the time tick, tick, ticking.  Stiles groans, because it’s not working and he’s just too pissed off to deal with Scott- who’s just asked if he’s okay, probably thinking Stiles burned himself or something. Instead of responding, the human turns on his heel, yanking off his apron and grabbing the timer on his way out of the kitchen.  Scott’s worried voice follows him when he runs up the stairs and slams the door behind him. Headphones are grabbed off his desk and plugged into his phone with probably more force than necessary (They get caught on the edge of the port several times, and he almost considers throwing the two offenders out the fucking window before it finally goes in.) His locked door and screaming headphones block out the sound of the stupid timer he resisted the urge to throw out into the hallway, as well as Scott worriedly sitting down outside the room. He knows the werewolf can definitely hear the music- hell, a human would be able to hear the music on the other side of the door. Spotify is blaring in his ears, a song with heavy bass from his overstimulated playlist crashing into his senses and drawing him away from everything.  Stiles practically melts down to the floor, laying on his side and letting his eyes unfocus, one hand tapping at the ground in tune with the music.  When the timer goes off, heard just over the music, he begrudgingly sits up (Hey, at least he feels a bit better now, but he’s still not calmed down enough to deal with Scott. He’s just going to get up, take the pans out of the oven and set a new timer, then go back to laying on the floor for a while.) His best friend is up and by his side the moment Stiles opens the doors, and Stiles sees the moment his eyes glance towards the still blaring headphones and he takes a step back. Good. Murdering the only True Alpha werewolf anybody seems to have heard of isn’t exactly how he initially planned to spend his Sunday. He slips down the hall on the balls of his feet, skips a song along the way, and grabs the oven mitts from where they’re lying in the mess of other crap on the counter. Scott’s still trailing behind him, but he’s staying a decent distance away and just observing, like he expects Stiles to break. (He still might) (Stiles is trying very, very hard not to lose his fucking mind, because just the presence of Scott, the knowledge that he’s being watched, is so beyond grating that the time he spent relaxing has been entirely for naught.) The trays of haphazardly made ice cream sandwich shells are practically tossed onto the counter, and he resets the timer for ten minutes on his way back to his Cave™  The floor continues to be incredibly comfortable, and when half the rest of the pack finally shows up with the ice cream Stiles needs, Scott helps him put away the rest of the groceries and nobody tries to talk or touch him because he’s still got his headphones on.  Also because he elbowed Lydia in the tit for tapping him to get his attention. Oops.  (The treats were pretty good, for someone who’s never made this before. They insist on trying one each before Stiles can get them into the freezer, which means they’re all soft and squishy, and ice cream gets all over everyone, but there’s at least a few that made it through the cooling time.)

Ending Notes: fun fact the name of this fic in my docs is just "ICE CREEEEEEEEEEM YOU WHORE" also I was listening to will wood while posting this (much like stiles, at full volume in a pair of headphones) and the amount of times i just had to stop to happy stim agndhjkg it also made me realize i didn't write any of stiles stimming to Good Notes because there are parts of songs that make me bluescreen /pos