#this is really like inspiring me to write some very very dirty fanfic

[josephtrohman]

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[emsfallingsky]

Sting

Josh x reader

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! sexuality explicit material (unprotected sex, cursing, spitting, impact play, fingering, biting, slapping, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, m dom. (please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: This is my first fanfic that I've posted on Tumblr so I'm very excited. I have a series on wattpad d that I've been working on for months but wanted to write pure smut on here. This fanfic was inspired by this pic hehe.

Their show had ended a couple of minutes ago and you heard the chatter of everyone as they passed by Josh’s dressing room where you waited for him. 

A few moments later the door flung open, making you turn on the couch as you saw Josh step forward making his way to you. He greeted you with a warm smile as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

“Hi mama,” Josh said, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze. 

“You sounded good,” you said, craning your neck to watch him walk over and grab a water bottle off the small table to the side of you. 

His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat along his temples and a bit on the small area of his exposed chest. The tops of his cheeks were flushed, and a few loose strands of hair stuck to the sides of his face. You pushed yourself up off the couch, standing up to make your way over to him. He smiled as he put the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink of the cool liquid. 

“Thank you, baby,” Josh said, setting the bottle on the counter and raised his hand to brush some hair out of your face. You smiled at him and then frowned, diverting your attention to the palm of his hand. His hand was covered in red welts and purple bruises. There were spots on his hands where you were able to see small cuts along his hand that had flecks of dried blood beside them. 

“What the fuck did you do!?” you asked, taking a hold of his wrist to inspect his hand further. 

Josh tipped his head back and let out a loud laugh. He raised his other hand that wasn’t in your grasp and waved it into the air. “I’m fine, it's just from the tambo,” Josh said, gently pulling his hand out of your grasp, walking a few steps and grabbed some extra clothes he had laying on a chair. 

“Well, does it hurt? I mean it looks like it’s bleeding or was,” you said, with a worried expression painted on your face. 

Josh had started to unzip his jumpsuit but stopped as he looked at you, softening his face. He shook his head and shrugged. 

“Not really,” Josh said, looking down at his hand as he drew it into a ball and then flexed his fingers outward. “I don’t really notice it anymore, I guess. I mean a little sometimes if part of the cymbals cut into my hand,” Josh said, shrugging. 

“Oh,” you said, dropping your gaze and frowning. The wheels in your head began to turn as a sudden thought came to you. You bit the inside of your cheek debating to say or ask anything more without fully saying what was on your mind. You looked back at Josh who was now pulling the rest of the zipper down and freeing his arms from his jumpsuit. 

“But it doesn’t hurt if you just like, hit the wood part, right?” you asked, leaning against the back of the couch. 

Josh stopped undressing himself yet again and his jumpsuit now hung around the middle of his waist, exposing his bare chest.

 “I mean not really; I would say it the equivalent of maybe high fiving someone a bit hard but that it-”

“But like would it hurt if you got hit or like hit someone with it would it hurt?” you asked, rather too quickly. 

Josh narrowed his eyes and stared at you as a small smirk started to tug on the corner of his mouth. He cocked his head to the side and pushed his tongue against his cheek. 

“Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” Josh asked, giving you a playful smirk. 

You shook your head and diverted your eyes from him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. 

“No, I-I was just wondering,” you said, in a soft voice. 

You stared down at the top of your shoe while you nervously fidgeted with the rings on your fingers. You watched as Josh’s feet move toward you and stop in front of you. Josh grabbed your chin between his thumb and his pointer finger, raising it so you were forced to meet his eye. Josh was standing in front of you with his eyebrows raised slightly giving you a knowing look that he could see right through your bullshit. 

“C’mon mama, tell me what’s on your mind. You don’t think I can see those wheels turning around in your head, hm? What are you thinking about” Josh asked, tilting his head down to further catch your gaze. 

You stared back at him and chewed the inside of your cheek not knowing what to say or how to start. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to figure out the words you wanted to say but instantly shut it, when you couldn't think of anything. 

Josh took another step forward, so you now had to crane your neck a bit to look up at him as he peered down at you from the tip of his nose. 

“C’mon, I know for a fact you’re good at using that pretty little mouth of yours. Let me hear you say it,” Josh said, in a hoarse voice that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and your legs instinctively clench together. 

“I-I can’t” you said, taking your eyes off him to look elsewhere. 

“Why not?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side as a devilish smirk formed on his face. 

“Because it’s…it’s wrong,” you said, creasing your brows. 

“Oh really? Is it?” Josh said, raising his brows and pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. 

You quickly nodded, doing everything to try and not meet his eyes. Josh leaned forward so his mouth hovered right next to your ear. 

“Well personally, I think it’s hot that my little slut wants to get spanked with my tambo,” Josh said, in a deep voice that made your breath catch in your chest. 

He pulled back slowly and gave you a small smirk as your eyes settled back on him. You let out a breath that you were holding feeling relieved Josh had put two and two together. 

“You do?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“Of course, I do,” Josh said, taking his hand away from your chin and resting it on top of your shoulder.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked him, narrowing your eyes. 

Josh smiled and shook his head. “Of course not. You know I’d never judge you…in fact, I think it could be fun,” Josh said, giving you a playful smirk. 

Josh was right, in your year of being together there was never something he shot down or wasn’t up for you. Getting spanked with an object that wasn’t his own hand wasn’t anything out of the blue to the two of you. 

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling as you bit your lower lip, turning your head down to look up at Josh through your lashes. 

“Mhm,” Josh hummed, taking his hand to cup the side of your face. He took a step forward and swiped his thumb across your lower lip making you part it open for him. Josh let out an approving hum and slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around it. You swiped your tongue over the pad of his finger making him curse. 

“Fuck,” Josh said, tilting his brows upright and scrunching them together while his mouth formed into an o shape. Josh slightly pushed his thumb further into the back of your throat and you pushed back a gag that was threatening your throat.  

“Fucking filthy girl,” Josh said, drawing his thumb out of your mouth, a string of saliva following it and landing on your chin. 

“Next to the couch. On your knees now,” Josh said, sternly.  

You didn’t have to be told twice. You nodded and quickly walked around to the front of the couch and dropped to your knees. Josh came around and stopped in front of you, drinking in the sight of you sinking down in front of him, just waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Josh’s crotch was right in front of your face and your eyes traveled down to his center where you could see him now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his jumpsuit. 

“Uh- uh,” Josh said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting it up. “Eyes up here.” 

“But Joshy,” you said, whining. 

You instantly regretted talking back to him as you felt his hand connect with the side of your cheek. 

“Excuse me,” Josh said, clenching his jaw and he peered down at you. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking down at the floor. 

“Sorry what?”

“Sorry sir,” you said, taking your eyes off the floor to meet his eyes again. 

“That’s better,” Josh said with a small smirk, beginning to pull the rest of his jumpsuit down. As he pulled his jumpsuit past his hips, his cock sprang free, smacking against the skin of his lower stomach, the tip of it glistening as his arousal leaked from the tip. You bit your lower lip as you felt your mouth start to water as you set eyes on it. You reached your hand forward to grasp it but instantly pulled it back after not hearing him give you permission. 

Josh clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You know better than that. Hands behind your back and don’t expect me to be so forgiving next time,” he said, tapping the side of your cheek. 

“Yes sir,” you said, looking up at him and you moved your hands to rest behind your back. Josh reached down and freed himself fully from the jumpsuit, throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly. 

You watched him bite his lip and one of his hands came down to grasp around his cock. He slowly began to pump himself, looking down at you biting his lip and then pulling in a breath through parted lips. 

You knew he was showing off for you, teasing you knowing you were unable to do anything. Your legs instinctively clenched together at the sight of him as he picked up his pace making him let out a soft moan as his brows tilted upright in pleasure. Josh looked down at your legs, noticing the small shift as you pushed them together and still his movements. You felt yourself hold your breath knowing you were in deep shit. 

Josh glared down at you and clenched his jaw. Josh leaned forward and roughly grabbed your face, his thumb and index finger gripping at the hollow parts of your cheeks. 

“You know better than that. Open. Your. Fucking. Legs,” Josh growled.  

You nodded quickly, your cheeks aching feeling his fingers dig into the skin. You parted your legs for him and as you did, the dress you were wearing slid up exposing the tops of your thighs. 

“Good fucking girl,” Josh said, moving closer to whisper into your ear. He pulled his face back, so it was in front of yours. “Open,” Josh said, squeezing your cheeks forcing you to open your jaw. 

You opened your mouth for him and stuck your tongue out for him, teasingly. Josh smirked and you watched as a string of saliva dropped from his lips and landed on the flat of your tongue. His hand that was gripping your face moved over so his thumb now rested on your tongue as he began to slide his spit around. Josh let out a groan, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you slowly wrapped your lips around his thumb to suck on it. 

He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and then grabbed the head of his cock and began to rub it over your bottom lip. You looked up at him from under your lashes, your doe eyes softening while you silently begged for him to push into your mouth. 

You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue giving a small kitten lick over his head. Josh let out a hum and rubbed his head over your tongue, coating it in your saliva. 

You moved your mouth to the side of it, sliding further down as you began to lick the underside of his shaft before taking one of his balls in your mouth and sucking on it softly, making him let out a deep moan from his chest. 

You pulled your head back, licking from the shaft all the way up to the tip, wrapping your lips around him and taking him into your mouth. 

Josh dropped his hand that was holding himself out for you as a moan escaped him, his head rolling back in pleasure as you began to pick up a soft rhythm. 

You looked up at him from under your lashes, watching his face scrunch in pleasure. He met your eye, biting his bottom lip while he placed a loose hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you around his cock. 

You picked up your rhythm, flicking your tongue over his tip while you plunged yourself down on him, holding back a gag that threatened your throat as you fully sunk down on him. 

“Fuck, mama, right fucking there,” Josh moaned, as he threw his head back. You could see his jaw clench and his adam's apple bob in his throat. 

Tears sprung to your eyes as you tried your best to stay sunk on him, but you eventually had to pull back to get some air as your lungs began to burn in your chest. 

Josh’s moans made that familiar tingling sensation appear in the pit of your stomach and you began to feel the pool of wetness forming in your panties. 

You felt yourself clench around nothing and you looked up to see Josh lowering his head to meet your eyes. His hand that was resting on the back of your head, grabbed a bundle of your hair and he slowly started to rock his hip into your mouth. 

Josh’s mouth was parted, and his chest rose and fell with each shaking breath he pulled in. Beads of sweat had now formed along his temples and top of his cheeks were now flushed pink. 

You instinctively pulled your legs together, trying to gain any sort of friction you could get to relieve the ache growing in your core. 

You immediately knew you were fucked seeing Josh’s eyes quickly flick down to your legs and then back to your face. He stilled his movements, narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, this time not being pleasure but anger.

Josh’s grip on your hair grew tighter as he forcefully yanked you up, your neck instantly protesting against the action.

Josh took your wrists in his and threw you into the couch, leaving your cheek collided with the back of it. Josh’s grip on your hair and wrists tightened and you felt tears spring to your eyes feeling the skin on your wrists started to burn. 

You felt Josh’s chest come flush with your back as he leaned over, his lips beside your ear. “I thought I fucking told you to keep your legs open,” Josh said, with a growl. 

You closed your eyes and quickly nodded against the couch. 

“Uh-uh,” Josh said, and you felt a sharp smack against your ass, as your dress had ridden up from being thrown around and now exposed your bare flesh. “Use your words mama or you get nothing. Now didn't I tell you to keep your legs open? Yes, or no?”

“Yes, you did sir,” you said, taking a quick look over your shoulder to see one of Josh’s knees propped up on the cushion as he leaned over you. 

“Then why did you close them huh?” Josh asked, leaning himself further forward to press his nose against the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t know sir,” you said whining, feeling Josh’s unforgiving grip becoming tighter at the base of your head. 

“Yes, you do. It’s because you’re a desperate little slut and wanted some relief on your little cunt huh?” Josh said, pressing his hips against your ass.

You let out a moan as you instinctively pushed yourself back on him, feeling his hard on the bare skin of your exposed flesh. Josh pulled his face away from your ear and let out a hiss, feeling you push back against him. 

“Tell me mama, are you a desperate little slut?” Josh asked, unwrapping his hands from your wrists to grab a handful of your ass. You let out a strangled whimper, feeling his fingers dig into your flesh, surely leaving bruises. 

Josh’s hand then flew down and collided with your bare skin making you close your eyes and flinch slightly at the sudden contact. 

Josh clicked his tongue against his teeth, massaging over the area with the palm of his hand. “Ah, now I asked you a question. Are you a desperate little slut?” 

“Yes, sir,” you said, nodding quickly against the couch. 

“Uh-uh, tell me,” Josh said, as he mindlessly rubbed across your curves with the flat of his palm. 

You watched from your peripheral as Josh’s left knee came off of the couch. You then inhaled a gasp feeling his other leg come between your legs and nudge right up against your core. 

“Tell me,” Josh growled, pressing his knee harder against your clit. 

“Yes, fuck-“ you moaned, feeling your eyes start to roll back upon the feeling. “I’m a desperate little slut sir,” you whimpered pathetically into the couch. 

Josh let out an approving hum and let go of the death grip he had on your hair. He gently brushed away a few strands of hair that covered your face. To anyone else, it may have been a small gesture but for the two of you it was a quick reminder that it was still just him you were talking to. 

Josh’s hand moved from your cheek down to the top of your shoulder, his fingertips danced ever so gently along the dips and curves of your body. You felt his hand trace along your skin with an open palm, making you subconsciously arch your back further for him. The sudden tilt of your hips caused the edge of your clit to catch on the side of Josh’s knee, making a small moan escape you. 

Josh let out a small chuckle and you felt him move his leg back from between your legs, so it was just out of reach. You let out a pathetic moan, feeling the sudden loss of contact. 

Josh leaned forward once more; his chest pressed up against your back and his nose pressed into the soft shell under your ear. You felt him take a deep inhale, his lips ghosting across your neck making goosebumps form across your entire body. 

“And tell me mama, do good little sluts listen and do as they’re told?” Josh said, now pressing small kisses to your neck, making you bite your lip.

“Yes sir,” you said in a breathless whisper, finally feeling his lips make contact with your skin. 

Josh stopped his kisses and you felt him hook his arm around you to grip at your throat, making you gasp. His thumb and pointer finger squeeze at the sides of your neck as you felt him forcefully pull you up making your back hit his bare chest. 

“So then tell me why you decided not to fucking listen?” Josh asked, growling into your ear. 

You shuddered upon hearing his stern tone with you and you instantly started to shake your head. 

“I-I’m sorry sir,” you managed to squeak out, feeling your airway start to constrict from Josh pressing harder around your neck. 

“Now tell me,” Josh said, grazing the tip of his nose along your neck. “Did I give you permission to close your legs?” Josh asked, peppering your neck with soft kisses. 

Your mouth fell open and you let your head fall back to rest on his shoulder. Josh’s other hand that wasn’t attached to your neck, reached under your dress, and began to trace small circles against your stomach. 

“No sir,” you said in a shuddering breath, feeling the spring-like sensation start to coil in your core. Josh’s hands trailed down to your lower stomach and his fingers began to dance along the edge of your panties, teasing you. 

“Fuck,” you said in a whisper as the tip of his finger grazed under the elastic band. You forced yourself not to roll your hips back against him as you felt his hardening length push against you. 

Just as he was about to swipe a finger over your aching clit, he took his hand out of your panties and smacked his hand down on your core. 

You flinched and sucked in a gasp at the sudden feeling of Josh’s palm against your clit. You instantly fell forward but Josh’s hands caught you and wrapped around your middle to still you. You hear Josh chuckle as his nose pressed into the shell of your ear. 

“Then why the fuck did your close your legs then huh?” Josh asked, nipping at the skin just below your ear. 

“I don’t know sir,” you said, sucking in a hiss. 

“Mmm,” Josh moaned. “You don’t know? Really? I think we both know that your pathetic little cunt just wanted some attention, isn’t that, right?” Josh asked, his fingertips came down to tease along the edge of your panties. 

“Y-yes sir,” you moaned out, your jaw becoming slack. 

Josh teased his fingertips around your clit but never one touched the bundle of nerves that aching and deprived of his touch. 

“Josh please,” you moaned, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up into his hand. 

Josh instantly took his hand out from your panties and threw your body forward once more, so you collided with the back of the couch. This time your hands were free, and you were able to soften the blow by pressing your palms to the back of the couch. 

You gripped the couch and let out a small yelp, suddenly feeling Josh’s hand crack down on your ass. 

“If you were a good girl and listened you would be cumming around my cock as we speak but you just had to be a brat,” Josh tsk’d, running a soothing hand over your skin. 

“And you know what happens when brats don’t do what they’re told huh?” Josh asked in a low, raspy voice. 

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to see Josh’s staring at you with half lidded eyes. Josh raked his teeth over his bottom lip and a small smirk formed on his face, exposing the dimple on the side of his cheek. 

“Yeah, you know. Little brats get punished when they don’t listen…and you didn’t listen. Do you think you need to be punished?” Josh cooed in a way that sounded almost cocky as he started to playfully taunt you. 

“Yes sir, I need to be punished- you need to punish me,” you said, arching your back for him. 

You watched Josh’s eyes flicked down from your face to your ass that was on full display for him. He let out an approving hum and moved his hand to the side of your hip, gripping a handful of the muscle around it. 

His demeanor instantly switched and you saw his brow crease and jaw clench. Your body shuddered knowing you were in for it and Josh wasn’t going to hold back on you tonight. Your body started to tingle as the excitement and anticipation kicked in. 

“Hands behind your back. Don’t you fucking move. Do you understand?” Josh asked harsly

“Yes sir, I understand,” you said, folding your hands over each other to lock them behind your back. 

Josh’s face moved away from your peripheral and you heard the sound of his footsteps on the floor as he walked around the room. You didn’t dare to move a muscle, but you let your eyes wander around the room, tracking his possible whereabouts. 

You heard distant shuffling from a corner of the room as Josh seemed to dig through various items. The sudden jingle of small cymbals then filled the room making your whole-body freeze and small hairs that covered your body stood on their ends. 

The light patter of Josh’s footsteps filled the room as you felt his presence draw near. Your cheek was still flush with the couch, and you saw him step to the side of you with a tambo in his hand. Your mouth parted and you sucked in a quick breath. 

A smirk pulled on the corner Josh’s lip watching the state of shock cover your face. Josh set the tambourine to the side of your leg, placing it against the couch, the tiny cymbals rattling against each other. 

“Why do you look surprised, baby? You didn’t think I was going to follow through?” Josh asked, tracing a feather like touch down the length of your arm.

Josh leaned forward and placed a small kiss to the side of your cheek, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear. 

“Is this still something you want mama?” Josh asked, his tone now becoming soft and sweet as his demeanor dropped, checking in with you. 

“Yes Josh,” you muttered meeting his kind brown eyes. He gave you a warm smile, exposing the tiny gap between his front teeth. 

Josh brushed the loose hair away from your face and placed a chaste kiss upon your lips. You found yourself instantly melting into him, feeling his lips on yours for the first time tonight. You tried to linger in it as much as you could, knowing this sweet moment would soon be forgotten. 

Josh pulled away from you and straightened his body up. The dress that you were wearing hung loosely around your middle exposing the back of your thighs and the bottom of your panties. Josh grabbed the hem of your dress and bunched it up in his hands, sliding the soft fabric up your body to sit just below your hands. 

“You remember your safe words now don’t you baby?” Josh asked, while massaging the area on your lower back. 

“Yes, I remember,” you said breathlessly. 

“Yeah? Tell me then. What’s the word for when it feels fucking good?” Josh asked, leaning over to place a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Gold,” you said, feeling your body tremble under his touch. 

“Good girl. And what about if you want me to stop?” Josh hummed, gripping at the ample muscle of your ass.

“Red,” you said, pushing your hips back against his hand. 

Josh let out a tsk and gripped harder at the skin of your ass, without a doubt leaving small bruises. 

“What did I fucking say? Don’t move,” Josh growled. 

You saw his frame come into view, leaning over to pick up the tambourine that was resting on the couch beside you. You sucked in a breath, feeling the cool wood of it graze over the back of your thighs. 

“Is this, okay?” Josh asked, in a gentle tone. 

“Yes,” you said in a voice that was barely audible.

The edge of the tambo traced along your thighs making you shudder at the cool sensation of the wood. Josh traced it higher and went to move down your other leg but stopped, pressing the edge of it right over your clit. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, gripping your wrist with one of your hands feeling your clit throb under the touch. You looked back to see Josh’s with his mouth hung open, his bottom lip glistening from the faint coat of saliva on top of it. His brows were knitted together in a way that made it look like he was in pain but you both knew it was out of pure lust and pleasure. 

Josh continued his pathway, drawing the wood over your skin and down the back of your other leg. Your body stiffened ever so as he pulled away the wood and placed an open palm on your left ass cheek, rubbing small circles on the meaty flesh. 

“I’m going to start out slow, okay? Just a little test run to see how it feels,” Josh said, mindlessly tracing patterns against your skin.

“Okay,” you whispered, arching your back for him hoping it would allow him to have more access to your skin. 

You felt your body stiffen and you sucked in a breath, awaiting the feeling of the tambo to come in contact with your skin. Josh must’ve noticed because he placed a gentle hand between your shoulder blades and reminded you to breathe. 

You nodded against the couch and took in a deep inhale and slowly let it out, feeling your whole-body slump forward into the couch. 

“There you go,” Josh said, pulling his hand away from you. “Just remember to breathe in between and you’ll be okay. Ready mama?” 

You nodded and instantly you felt the edge of the wood crack against your ass and the sound of the cymbal hit together filled the room. You let out a small yelp at the feeling but then frowned. It wasn’t quite what you were expecting. 

The full edge of the tambo didn’t elicit the feeling you had been hoping for. Instead, it felt like something hard had been thrown at you, leaving your skin to ache and instantly form a bruise. 

Josh looked over at your face and saw the expression written on it. His face contorted as he too furrowed his brows together. 

“What’s wrong?” Josh asked. 

You pushed yourself forward onto the couch and lifted your head to look at him. You shook your head and raised your shoulders as you gave him a small shrug. 

“It-it didn’t do anything?” you said letting out a small huff. 

“What do you mean?” Josh asked, tilting his head to the side, trying to read you. 

“I mean yeah it hurt, but it didn’t give me the feeling I was hoping for. Like when you spank me it-“

“You like when it stings huh?” Josh said, a small smirk formed across his face. You could practically see his pupils dilate and your eyes wandered down, his fully erect cock twitched. 

“Yes sir,” you said, biting your bottom lip, watching his tip leak with pre cum. You felt your core throb while you surely started to leak through your panties. 

“Well, we can take care of that,” Josh said and in an instant, you watched him raise his leg, balancing it on the edge of the couch. He slammed the tambourine down on the top of his knee, cracking it clean in half. 

Your brain didn’t have time to process anything that just happened, but your eyes grew wide watching Josh throw the other half of his tambourine across the room. 

“W-what are you doing?” you asked, a deep frown formed on your face. 

“Don’t worry mama, I’m going to give you just what you need,” Josh said, smirking while he took half of the tambo in his hand and twirled it around, so it was now curved inward and laid flat like a paddle. He grasped the bottom of it and smacked the flat part against his hand a couple of times. 

“Oh,” you said as you felt your body flutter with anticipation. 

“Mhm,” Josh hummed, looking at you with half lidded eyes. 

“But what about the tiny cymbals?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“What about them?” Josh asked, raising his eyebrows as he spun one of them around. 

“Well won’t it hurt- like won’t it cut me?” you asked, frowning. 

Josh smirked and leaned forward pressing his nose against the crook of your neck. 

“Isn’t that the fun part?” Josh asked, nipping the skin of your neck. You let out a moan and instinctively bit your bottom lip. Josh sat up and grabbed a handful of your ass.

“Like I said, we’ll go slow- a little practice run,” Josh said, squeezing at your flesh. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“Ready?” Josh asked. 

You nodded and felt the smack of the wood hit against your skin. You let out a moan and bit the fabric of the couch as you cried out. It was finally the feeling you had been chasing. The wood against your skin and the feeling of the cymbals cut into your skin gave you the sting you had been looking forward to. 

“Fuck,” you moaned, tightening the grasps of your hands around your arms. Josh ran a hand over the area as he soothed it with small circles.

“Yeah? Give me a color mama,” Josh said. 

“Gold, fucking gold,” you moaned, fully arched your back and pressing your chest against the couch. 

“Yeah, you want more mama?” Josh asked letting out an amused hum while running the flat off the wood up your inner thigh. You shuddered as you felt him inch it closer and closer to your core. Before he reached it, he pulled it away making you let out a whimper. 

“Please,” you said, in a muffled moan, into the couch. 

“Please what?” Josh asked, taking a fistful of your hair, pulling on it so your neck craned up. 

“Please sir, give me more,” you said as pure lust dripped from your lips. Josh let go of your hair, making you fall forward against the couch. 

“We’re going to count to 10,” Josh said and in an instant, you felt the wood crack against your skin and the jingle of the cymbals as they rattled against each other. 

You let out a deep moan from the back of your throat biting against the fabric of the couch, feeling the sting of it against your skin. The pain took your breath away but made your core ache as your body tingled with pleasure. 

“Tell me the number,” Josh said, grinning the flesh of your ass causing you to whimper as he dug into the broken skin. 

“One,” you said, turning your head to the side to free your mouth of the fabric. 

“Good,” Josh said and then immediately cracked the wood against your other cheek. 

You yelped and clenched your eyes shut, feeling tears prick the corners of them. You clenched your jaw together, sucking in a hiss at the feeling of your skin being broken. 

“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. 

Instantly another blow came to your behind making you let out a groan at the feeling of the wood hitting your sensitive skin. You were sure there were red marks being left against your skin that would turn purple and blue as they bruised, leaving you with a reminder in the morning. 

“Fuck three!” you spat out, as you crossed your ankles. 

Josh repeatedly hit the tambourine against your skin over and over again until your ass was raw, and your throat became hoarse as you cried out numbers for him.

“Fuck seven! Please Joshy! Harder!” you moaned, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. 

You tensed your body up expecting another blow for him. You turned your head to the side as the moment lingered and you didn’t feel the sudden smack against your skin. 

Josh was staring back at you, his face written in concern. His brows were knitted together, and he tilted his head down to further catch your eyes. 

“Are you sure? I feel like I’m just hurting you,” Josh said in a pained voice. 

“No, I promise Joshy I like it,” you said, sucking in an inhale, trying to catch your breath. 

Josh pulled his face to the side, scrunching it together. His eyes dropped down to your ass, and you watched him graze his teeth over his bottom lip, admiring his work. 

“Color now,” Josh said, clenching his jaw together so you could see the muscles flex. 

“Gold.”

Josh let out another relentless blow onto you and this time you couldn’t even draw out a moan, feeling your breath catch in your chest. You dug your nails into the sides of your arms, breaking the skin as you tried to grasp onto anything you could to steady yourself. 

“Eight,” you said in a whisper. “Josh please, I said harder,” you said, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen wind tighter together. 

“You filthy fucking slut, I bet your pretty little cunt is dripping, isn’t it? You should be ashamed of how much this turns you on,” Josh said in a sultry voice that dripped with desire. 

Before you could respond you felt him send another ruthless blow into your raw skin, making your whole-body jolt forward. You let out an audible sob, bitting into the fabric of the couch, breaking it with your teeth. Your whole body shuddered as you drew in shaky breaths. Hot tears continued to roll down your cheeks and you sniffled feeling your nose start to run. 

Josh’s hand came to gently rest on your behind but the small contact of it made you flinch as your skin burned. 

“Number mama,” Josh said, placing small gentle kisses along the delicate skin of your ass. 

“N-nine,” you stuttered in between sobs. 

“You’re doing so good mama, only one more. I’m so proud of you, you’re taking it so well,” Josh said in a string of praise. 

Josh’s praise was just what you needed to hear and left you feeling reassured. You readjusted your body, preparing for the final blow. Josh’s hand pulled away from your ass and you heard the wood whistle through the air as it finally landed on you one last time. 

This time all you did was suck in a breath and focus on your breathing. You unclenched your aching jaw that had hold of the fabric and let your head fall forward against it. 

“Ten,” you said, in a low gravelly voice. 

You heard the sound of the tambourine drop against the floor and instantly were swept into Josh’s arms as he picked you up and gently set you on his lap, being mindful of the tender skin on your ass. 

You were now straddling him, your hands pressed against his chest while he cupped your jaw, raising your head so you met his eye.

His once blown out pupils were now returned to their normal state and the small flecks of amber were highlighted in his brown eyes. His face softened and he used his thumb to brush away a tear that fell down your face. 

“Are you okay mama?” he asked, in a soft voice, leaning his forward to rest his forehead against yours. You let out a sigh and melted yourself forward against him, removing one of your hands from his chest to weave into the strands of his hair. You gently raked your nails over his scalp making a small hum roll off his lips. 

“Yes, I’m okay baby,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips. His hands that were stilled on the top of your hips, gripped harder against them as he moaned into your kiss. 

Josh pulled away leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. 

“You promise? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?” Josh asked, tucking loose strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. 

You quickly shook your head and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“I promise. There was nothing that you did that I didn’t want,” you said, rolling your hips on him, feeling his erection against the inside of your thigh. 

“Good, because now I want to take care of you,” Josh said, rolling his hips up to meet yours. 

He reattached his mouth to you, his kisses now harsh and hungry as the two of you ached to feel one another. You both rolled your hips against each other picking up a steady rhythm.

Josh’s tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you gladly accepted it but parting your mouth open for him. Your tongues swirled around together in each other's mouths as the two of you began to tug and knead into each other's skin. 

Your hand that was resting on his chest now grasped against his bare chest while you dug your nails into the muscle. Your other hand pulled on his hair loosening his curls to create an unruly mess of hair. Josh’s hands dug into your hips, gripping them and rolled your hips forward to meet his. 

You let out a moan, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your aching clit. Josh moved his arm to your lower back and lifted you up and gently laid you down onto the couch, not taking his lips away from yours. 

With this new position, Josh crawled between your legs, holding himself up on the armrest of the couch. You let out a deep moan feeling him nudge his hips against you making you buck yours up against him in response. 

Josh removed his mouth from yours and with his other hand, ran the tip of his finger over the fabric of your panties right on your clit. Your jaw fell slack and you rolled your hips against the pad of his finger. 

“Josh please,” you moaned, looking down to watch his finger tease against you. Josh’s famous smirk appeared. 

Josh looped his fingers into the side of your panties and started to pull them down. You lifted your hips off the couch, allowing Josh to fully free you of your panties. He flung them off to the side and grabbed the bottom of your dress, making you sit up as he pulled the fabric off of you. 

He attached his lips to the side of your neck, attacking it with open mouth kisses. You moaned feeling him suck at that sensitive spot right where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue kicked over the area to soothe the mark he left on your skin. 

Josh’s hand came to rest on your hips, placing a soft kiss against your lips once more. He let his forehead rest against yours as his eyes flicked down to where his hard cock rested up against your thigh. 

Josh took his hand up to his mouth, licking the pads of his fingers before he brought his hand down and began to rub slow circles against your clit. You let out a relieved moan upon feeling his fingers dance over your aching clit that had been left throbbing for him. 

Josh worked his fingers against you slowly, not trying to rush the process, guiding you down the path of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 

His mouth reattached to your neck and he breathed against your skin while trailing small open mouth kisses against you. Your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, finding yourself starting to dance on the edge of your orgasm. You bit your lip trying to stifle a moan that was threatening to escape you. 

Josh pulled his hand away from your clit making you whimper and let out a string of curses. 

“Josh pleased,” you pleaded, aimlessly bucked your hips up trying to search for something to grind against to retrieve the lost sensation. 

Josh let out a chuckle into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin before bringing his finger back down between your legs. 

This time you felt his middle finger rub circles around your entrance, spreading around your pooled arousal. 

“Mmm, all of this for me baby?” Josh asked lifting his head from your neck to look up at you with lust ridden eyes. 

You bit your lip and nodded; your brows tilted upward feeling Josh slide his middle finger into you. You clenched around him letting out a soft moan while he slowly began to pump into you. 

Josh let out a moan himself at the feeling of you gripping around his fingers. He started to roll his hips against you, his erection now rubbing against your inner thigh. 

Josh slowly worked his fingers in you, winding up the coil that sprung deep inside you. The pad of his finger brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you, eliciting a deep moan from you. He slowly pulled his finger out of you making you whine but you soon felt relief at the feeling of his other finger plunge into you. 

This time Josh quickly worked his fingers into you, not holding you back for a second while you found yourself quickly approaching your orgasm. The sound of your wetness could be heard each time Josh flicked his fingers in and out of you. 

Your brows furrowed together, and you closed your eyes as swirls of colors began to dance behind your eyes.  

“Fuck Josh, I’m gonna cum, you said, grasping his upper arm and squeezed your legs around him. 

“I know baby,” Josh said, resting his now damn forehead against yours. “Cum for me.”

You instantly felt yourself release around his fingers and you felt your whole body shake while a loud moan escaped from the depths of your chest. Your head fell forward, and your hands gripped ruthlessly against his arm as the coil snapped deep inside of you. 

“That’s its baby,” Josh said softly pressing his nose into the side of your cheek. 

Your chest quickly rose and fell as you gasped for air. Josh’s fingers still inside you while you rode out the end of your orgasm. Josh placed a small kiss to the side of your head, withdrawing his fingers from you. 

Josh pushed himself up and sat back on his heels in between your legs. He brought his fingers that were coated in your arousal up to his lips and sucked you off his fingers making him throw his head back and moan upon tasting you off his fingers.  

“Fuck you always taste so good,” Josh said, leaning forward and running his hand against the inside of your thigh. 

He positioned himself back against you and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit making you squirm from the overstimulation. 

“You think you can handle a little more?” Josh asked, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast. 

“Yes,” you said, bucking your hips up against him in response. 

You watched him lean back up and hold himself in his hand, rubbing the head of himself against you. His brows knit together as he licked his bottom lip watching himself get covered in your slick. 

Josh teased himself around you before taking himself to your entrance and slowly dipping himself into you. You arched your back and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Fuck,” Josh cursed, falling forward and placing his hand on the armrest to hold himself up. His other hand came to grip at your hip as he slowly started to roll his hips into you. 

Your hand gripped at his shoulder as he started to pick up a steady pace. You bit your bottom lip feeling him start to rub over the spot deep inside of you, causing you to clench around him. 

You looked up at him to see him watching you and he let out a groan at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. A thin layer of sweat now coated his face and upper lip as he worked himself into you. 

He moved his hand that was holding himself up on the couch and moved it under your neck, holding you against him. His pace quickened while he relentlessly started to pound into you. Deep grunts were pulled from him as he repeatedly snapped his hips into you. 

You screamed his name and dug your nails into his shoulders feeling yourself squeeze around him as he began to pull a second orgasm from you. 

“Josh fuck, you’re going to make me cum again,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head fall against his shoulder. The room was filled with the sound of your damp skin against each other as his hips hit against the back of your thighs. 

“Cum for me baby,” Josh said, releasing the grip he had on your hip, bringing it down in between you as he started to rub slow circles against your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, biting into the flesh of his shoulder. You felt the muscles in your stomach tighten and your whole body contracted in as Josh pulled a second orgasm from you. Your voice was now hoarse as you screamed his name. 

“There you go baby,” Josh said, cradling your body against him. The rhythm of hips began to falter, and he fell against you as his own orgasm overtook him. You felt his cock twitch from inside you, feeling his warm spurts fill you up, covering your walls. 

Your bodies were coated in sweat and the two of you were breathing heavy as you floated back down from your climax. Josh pulled his arm out from behind your head and brushed away your hair that clung to the sides of your face and neck. 

He leaned forward and placed a kiss onto your lips, making the two of you groan. He pulled away and looked down at you and smiled, the tops of his cheeks were tinted a light pink.

“You okay mama?” he asked, noticing the dead expression on your face. 

“Yeah,” you said, smiling while you closed your eyes, feeling the effects of your post orgasm haze set in. 

Josh let out a chuckle and picked you up, still inside of you as he walked over the vanity and set yourself down on it. He then withdrew himself making the two of you suck in a hiss while he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. 

You smiled up at him and brushed away the hair that clung to his forehead. His eyes moved away from your face to look over your shoulder. You followed his gaze, turning your neck to see both of your reflections in the mirror. 

Your eyes moved down to where he was looking, and you sucked in a gasp seeing the marks left on your ass. Deep shades of purple covered your skin along with red welts from where the tiny cymbals cut into your skin. 

“I’m sorry mama,” Josh said, rubbing his hand over your thigh. 

“It’s okay,” you said, turning your head back to face him. You gave him a reassuring smile which he returned. He reached over and grabbed a towel that was sitting on the vanity and started to clean both of you up. 

You heard him let out a chuckle and your eyes immediately flashed up as your brows knit together. 

“What’s so funny?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“Nothing, I just thought it would be funny if I bought you one of those pillows that people use when they break their tailbone,” Josh said, laughing. 

“Oh, shut up,” you said, playfully hitting his arm. 

“What! I’m just saying it might help,” Josh said, holding his hands up in his defense. 

“Yeah yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

Josh threw the towel across the room and stepped forward, resting his palms on the tops of your thighs. 

“You know I love you right,” Josh said, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“I know, I love you too Joshy.” 

[pro-mammonologist]

Demons Are a Girls Best Friend

A fun vacation to the mountains! The brothers are fascinated by the human world and even more fascinated by the human world’s interpretation of them. After exploring a local church, Asmodeus learns of Mc’s relationship with the church as well as igniting an interesting fantasy of theirs.

Note: inspired by the song Demons Are a Girl’s Best Friend by Powerwolf, if you’re okay with a little bit of metal, you’ll love this and want it in your obey me playlist

This chapter is the start of the NSFW, it’s essentially the planning process, the setup, and the very start of the adventures. There’s mentions of impact play, bondage, and sacrilegious fantasy. I imagine if you’re reading fanfic on tumblr you’re not afraid of a lil kink. And you aren’t afraid of sacrilege if you’re into Obey Me. ALSO, I really try to have MC discuss the role play itself because I think it’s important people have a good idea of how these bdsm scenes work even if it’s not perfect. Sorry if it’s moving slowly to your taste, I wanted to explore Mc’s emotions as well as the brothers. I think the intimacy here will really amp up in preparation for the actual scene itself! Enjoy!

GN!Mc with a coochie x All brothers

@ikevampharem

Part 1

Chapter 2: “they wanna make you bend and scream”

Now faced with all 7 brothers eager to try out your fantasy, you scrambled over what you wanted to happen. And how. And where…

“So are we gonna dress as priests?” Belphie looked toward Mammon hoping he’d suggest stealing some priests garb.

“Don’t look at me! I feel like stealing from a church is a bad idea!” Mammon answered, confused as to why Belphie asked him not you.

“Well,” Asmo now had pen and paper in his hand, “we could use magic!”

“What are you writing for?” Beel questioned peeping around the table you all sat at.

“So we know what we’re gonna do to our lovely Mc!” He clicked the pen and looked to you. “So, it’s a bit of daddy I’ve been naughty sorta situation! Do you wanna confess your sins to us all?” Asmo’s eyes were twinkling.

“Um… confession usually has one priest present so I figured it’d be a different setting.” You sat at the head of the table, fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.

Lucifer sat on the edge of the table, directly to your left, refusing to sit in a chair for some reason. “Hm, to be honest, playing priests sounds fun but what if we were demons pretending to be priests? Im not exactly too sure if we could all maintain a holy facade. Those days are long gone, don’t we all agree?” Lucifer looked around and Satan was the first to agree.

“I never even had any holy days, so I agree. Plus it only adds more fun to the fantasy don’t you think?” Satan pulled the paper from Asmo and grabbed a pen for himself. “Here, I suggest we set everything up for Mc within their limits and we plan the scene ourselves.”

“I trust you guys to come up with something good for me by now.” You nodded, somewhat thankful all the planning wasn’t up to you. “I can list the parameters though.” You were also thankful that you didn’t have to confess exactly what you wanted to them, your embarrassment would be overwhelming.

Levi put his hand down on the table. “Listen, I have an idea!” He scrambled for the paper. “So let’s say Mc is lost and they find us here and we will use magic to make one of the rooms look like a church right… and then while Mc is praying to themselves out loud for forgiveness, we come in and—“ he abruptly stopped when Beel spoke up.

“If we say everything that ruins the fun right? We need to hear what Mc isn’t up for and what they are up for, right?” Beel looked to you, innocent per usual.

Your thoughts were swarming and you struggled to find out what you should say. “I’m thinking—well—I imagine that I’d be punished for all the stuff you have done to me, right?” You had a thought, a dirty one, but you were hoping for someone to read your mind.

“Go on.” Lucifer encouraged you, knowing you’re feeling a bit shy.

Dammit. “Well, then I guess everything we’ve done is on the table. At least what we can access.” You avoided saying exactly what you wanted causing Lucifer to sign through his nose.

“Everything?” Mammon repeated, leaning back. “To be fair, when we all do it with you, you do have the same limits. Just no actual harm. A lil pain here and there, no tickling, no blood, and only tears from pleasure. Amiright?”

“I’m told the same thing.” Lucifer concurred. “Those are your limits correct? Nothing beyond typical bedroom bdsm.”

“Sounds about right!” Asmo cocked his head and pulled the paper back while no one was looking. “So how about we 7 devise a plan and you, our lovely Mc, gets to prepare!”

“Well, for one, those are my limits, and for two, Asmo you can’t decide for me!” You were mildly irritated at him rushing but you did enjoy his enthusiasm. “Basically, I’m down with restraints, a little impact but let’s keep it down to just our physical person. I’m already about to get fucked by all 7 of you I don’t need that much overstimulation. Speaking of which, I’m down for multiple orgasms but overstimulation might not be it for right now especially since I imagine you’re all in the mood to go all out.”

Asmo furiously wrote, trying to keep up with each word. “Is edging on the table?”

You smiled and Levi scoffed. “If Lucifer is involved it’s probably always on the table.”

“I’m not that awful that I always edge them.” Lucifer looked offended by Levi’s comment but you ignored their little comments.

“Yes but… remain in control of yourselves I don’t wish to pass out before I even get to cum once.” You emphasized and Asmo underlined don’t go crazy on the paper. After he looked back to you thought a bit more. “Let’s use the light system too.”

Satan nodded. “We might need a nonverbal as well. And I think it’s better to use the light system for something like this, but if you do yellow, you need to inform us what to stop and what to continue.”

You thought for a moment. “If that’s the case, let’s say if my mouth is full then my hands need to free and vice versa. I’ll snap twice.“ You watched Asmo write again. “If you don’t hear or see the snaps, ima kick. No matter which one of you it is.” You were in-between joking and seriousness.

“Careful, Mammon and Levi might like it.” Belphie cackled.

“Hey! Don’t go lumpin’ me in with Levi! That guy probably likes to be waterboarded!” Mammon retorted making you grin.

“Water boarding? That’s more like Barbatos! I bet that guy will do anything! Plus… water boarding wouldn’t even work on me!” Levi snapped back and he shook his head at Mammon. “Mammon probably has a findom fetish!”

“Excuse me??? Why would I give my money to someone for just a boner!”

“Well you spend all your money on Mc!”

“That’s different! I’m spending it on gifts for them! Not begging for them to take my money!”

Levi and Mammon continued their back and forth until Lucifer pinched both of them. “Hush. You can squabble about your concerning fetishes later.” Lucifer turned the attention back to you. “So, let’s say you’re sucking me off, you wouldn’t want to be bound? Am I understanding you correctly…?”

You blinked twice, trying to see what he’s getting at. “Oh! Um, I guess if I’m snapping then my hands could be bound.”

“Hm, good to know that’s something you’d consider and I wasn’t hinting at me questioning your safety, Mc.” He smirked, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes. “I just wanted to make sure we heard you correctly. The more detail the better, right?”

You fought the heat rising in your body. “Well I don’t even know what you’re hinting at either.”

“Who says that I’m hinting at anything?”

“You just implied that you were hinting at something.”

“Then what do you think I’m hinting at?” Lucifer crossed his arms, still smirking.

“Something nasty for sure, you wouldn’t be making that face otherwise.” You tried to challenge him, pretending as though you aren’t flustered. “Why don’t you tell me what you plan to get out of this?”

Lucifer snorted. “I plan to have fun, relieve some stress. Perhaps tire them out as well.” He motioned to his brothers.

You couldn’t help but grin. “That’ll take some trouble off your plate, huh?”

“HELLLOOOO! We’re here too!!!!” Mammon shouted. “Stop talkin’ bout us right in front of us!” Mammon moved to the front of the table and nestled himself between you and Lucifer. “And don’t go picking favorites when we get down and dirty!”

Lucifer groaned as Mammon moved between you two. “Is your presence necessary?”

You giggled at his comment and looked at all of them sternly. “Also, when it starts, I don’t want any arguing! We can fight afterwards.”

“Hey, my favorite, aftercare. Ya know sometimes it’s more fun than the actual thing itself. But it’s probably gonna be annoying since it’s not just you and me.” Mammon smiled at you and his brothers spoke up in protest.

“Who said it’d be fun with you anyways?” Satan was the first to talk back. “Mc, you don’t have to include him.”

“Hey! No bullying Mammon either.” You gave him the irritated-mom-stare.

“Shame.”

Asmo cleared his throat and pulled everyone back to the scene. “Aftercare indeed. Bath, warm clothes, lotion, cuddles, water, snacks, cakes?” He listed off his suggestions and Beel’s ears perked up at cakes. “Anything in particular??”

You leaned toward him, away from Mammon and Lucifer. “I’m gonna be sweaty as hell probably. I’m gonna need a cold shower. I think a bath might overwhelm me. Water is important. Maybe some tea and yes, we should have dessert after the fucking. I’m assuming we will be eating dinner beforehand. And cuddles are always on the table but uh… we need to wait until I’m done for me to decide who I wanna cuddle.”

“Ooooh! That reminds me, I am hungry! And while we are out for dinner, we can get supplies so we don’t waste our magic!” Asmo stood up and it’s as though everyone suddenly realized their own hunger.

“I am starving.” You stood and Lucifer looped an arm around your waist to pull you into him.

“Mc. I’ll have you know,” he whispered, “this fantasy of yours is something I plan to play out perfectly. Us demons, we love to play, something like this just strikes me so perfectly. You need to realize that you can’t be shy later.” Your back was pressed to his chest and his lips just grazed over your ear.

“I won’t be.” Was all you answered.

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When you all finished your dinner, you split up into groups to find supplies for your trip and your fantasy. You walked alongside Mammon and Satan searching for things to do while vacationing while Beel, Belphie, and Levi searched for supplies for your night. Lucifer and Asmo returned to your loft to plan the night ahead.

“What made you come along Satan? I figured you’d want to be with Levi’s party.” You asked, sitting next to him while seated on the metro.

“Truth be told, while I’m fine with helping to plan for the trip, I wanted to have you alone so we could talk about what you really wanted to do.” He answered honestly.

Mammon leaned forward. “While they ain’t alone. And why do you get special treatment?”

“I don’t. Even if you’re here Mammon, they’d be more willing to admit their fantasies considering they slept with you first. So… if you’re here, I figured they’d talk to you about it more.”

You nodded. “I guess that makes sense. But to be honest, I’ve already said the most embarrassing part.” You glanced away and focused on Mammon’s hand on your knee.

“I don’t think so.” He disagreed. “You’re clearly biting your tongue.” He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. “I won’t press you too much if you’re truly feeling too embarrassed but I still want to know more.”

Mammon was oddly silent, his own thoughts swirling. “Ya know, Mc, I bet I got a good guess.”

You swallowed. “Okay…”

“It’s not the getting fucked by priests thing is it? It’s the demons pretending to be priests, amiright? That’s why you suggested it, right Satan?” He kept his eyes on you while your heartbeat moved faster.

“Correct. You see, Mc, I’m trying to get you to admit something in particular. If Mammon has figured it out then I’m sure the rest have the same assumption that I do.”

Mammon stepped on Satan’s foot in retaliation to his comment. “You got a demon kink, dontcha?”

He hit right in the balls. You weren’t escaping this one. “Yeah.” Neither of their expressions changed and you sunk back into the seat. “Is that it?”

“Yup, that’s it.” Satan crossed his legs again and relaxed into his seat following suit. Mammon did the same.

“Damn, all that tension just for a yeah.” Mammon teased, clicking his tongue. “Figured after a while you wouldn’t be scared to admit that ya like demons to the demons you’re fuckin’.”

“Shush.” You elbowed him. “Ima get your ass someday.”

Satan tried to bite back a smile. “I’d be happy to help get him back. I’m sure I have something that didn’t work on Lucifer but would work on him.” Satan shot Mammon a mischievous look.

“Haha funny. Laugh laugh laugh.” Mammon squished your cheeks out of nowhere and you jumped.

“Mams!” You protested.

After you all exited the train, you went into a small bakery to choose your desired items for post-coitus. You eyed the treats. Cupcakes, cakes, cookies, pastries, everything you could want. You saw at the top of the counter a crucifix and your eyes fixated on it, thinking of what you planned to do later.

Mammon started choosing items, asking for the tray of blueberry muffins and asking Satan who is paying for all of this. You suggested getting the cupcakes on the top of the shelf and told Satan to place the order.

“Mc.” Mammon scurried over to you. “We should get that tea over there too.”

You looked to what he was talking about. “Why?”

“Cuz it has a soothing effect. I don’t want you to be in pain afterwards. I know you prolly want a lil but—“

“But what?”

“I can tell that Lucifer, Satan, and Levi are crazy excited for this. I am too, but, you got the two sadists out here foaming at the mouth. And you admitted you got a demon kink.” Mammon reached for the tea and put it in the pile. “I just know Satan is gonna abuse the hell out of that shit… I mean… I would too but, only when we’re alone.”

You knew he was right, you also had a feeling Satan had been waiting for something like this. You realized that’s also what Lucifer wanted you to admit earlier. That you had a kink. For demons. For them.

“Yeah, you’re right. We should find something for me to wear too. I wanna fit the theme of, as Asmo would say, lost little lamb.”

Satan returned to your party, bags of treats in hand. “There’s a small boutique there. I’m sure it has something in there that looks innocent.” His eyes were glassy, something that usually happened when he was enraged or insurmountably horny. “Surprise us. Me and Mammon will search for any… enhancements we can make.”

“Whaddya mean me and you? Leavin’ them alone? Nuh uh.” Mammon tried to go with you but Satan grabbed his arm.

“Asmo and Lucifer are sending the plan to us. We need to make adjustments. Come on, don’t you want this to be perfect.” He convinced Mammon and handed you Lucifer’s card. “We will stay here.”

You nodded and went inside the boutique. You mostly saw tourists clothing but as you moved further back, you found more conservative clothing. You wanted to look sexy but also innocent and it’s a struggle to combine those two things. You knew whatever you wore needed to be white and likely needed to be a dress. Or something that had easy access.

Moving aside you settled on a frilly little white sundress, something that an innocent church girl would wear for sure. It hid everything but there was appeal in the sheerness of the sleeves and how it was practically see through. You went to try it on, admiring how it hung on your body. You also grabbed a pair of white thigh highs, knowing they’d love the touch. The real question was what underwear to wear. You had to move closer to the back where they kept the intimates. Should you even wear a bra or just wear undies? The bra is kinda useless you decided. And, in contrast to the rest of the white outfit, you picked out a pair of cheeky black panties with a small bow at the top, desperately trying to be innocent. It was cute, something to tease them with.

When you went to check out, the clerk eyed you weirdly but you played it off to the best of your ability and joined back up with your boys. “I’m done!”

“Good. They’re almost done setting up, let’s head back.” Satan put his phone in his pocket. Satan and Mammon were both smiling innocently, looking at you with slightly raised brows.

“So? You ready?” Mammon grabbed your free hand.

“Yeah.”

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The group was cooking or preparing a room for the event by the time you got home. Lucifer welcomed you back and immediately ordered you to assist with cooking, for Satan to set the table, and for Mammon to help the others with setting up the room.

You joined with Belphie and Beel in the kitchen and helped with the steaks Beel was so diligently trying not to eat. Belphie was dealing with the side dishes combining vegetables together and wondering why it all looked so weird, to which you looked at him like he was crazy.

“They’re miniature trees.”

“They’re called broccoli.”

“This one looks like a carrot.”

“That is a carrot.”

“Weird…”

“They’re the same in the Devildom!!!!”

Beel was sneaking small pieces of carrot and eating them to his hearts content but he desperately wanted the meat. The sauce part was awful especially since Belphie just didn’t follow directions and Beel drooled too much into the first batch causing Satan to join and let Beel help with the rest of the bunch.

“Seasoning is very important in the human world. Much of the Devildom’s food has more flavor.” You told him. “So you need to put a lot more. And you really need more than just those three. Since Beel didn’t put enough in the marinade, we’re gonna have to hammer in with the sauce.”

“Is that why all the human world food we have in the Devildom sucks?” Belphie asked after almost falling asleep with a knife in his hand.

“Yeah, cuz y’all can’t follow directions clearly.” You ended up doing most of the heavy lifting when it came to cooking, which is unusual considering there isn’t that big of a difference in cooking human food or demon food.

“You’re moving fast, are you excited for tonight?” Lucifer entered and sat at the bar next to the kitchen. “I got some interesting information from Satan earlier.”

Ah, of course he told. “I bet you did.”

“How long until it’s done?” He pondered as you removed the steaks from the pan.

“We are done.” You hurried last Lucifer and called to the brothers trying to avoid his teasing he was bound to unleash upon you should you give him the opportunity. “Come on!!! Get your plates and line up!!!!”

As the other three joined, Asmo wiped sweat from his face and jumped up to you. “Everything is finished and it’s perfect ugh I’m so ready!!!!!!”

You smiled at him softly and he huffed. “What?”

“You can admit it too, you know. No one is going to judge you, Mc.” He cupped your face and pouted.

“I just know y’all are gonna eat me alive if I do admit it, so ima stay quiet.” You responded and pulled his hands down. “Don’t try to pull it out of me.”

“I’m not pulling out don’t worry!” He hopped around to the back of the line and pretended he didn’t imply anything and you served the food.

Dinner was unusually quiet, everyone was eating, likely desperate to wolf down the food and let it settle so they could begin. You were actually pretty nervous now that the time was near, it was mildly uncomfortable and you were the only one taking your time to eat.

“Mc.” Mammon whispered beside you. “What’s wrong? The foods really good.”

You looked down, pushing a carrot around in the sauce. “It’s nothing really.”

“Are ya nervous?” He rubbed your thigh and waited for your answer.

“Yeah. It’s something I’ve always thought about but never thought I’d do.” You answered, knowing they could hear you too but avoiding their presence.

“Don’t worry, if you need us to stop, we can. Does the fantasy bother you?” He reassured you. “We’re demons, not evil.”

“Um… well. No, it’s more or less. A little weird and I’m kinda ashamed of it. I was really surprised when you guys brought it up and you all decided to go along with it.” You heard shifting beside you.

“Mc, it isn’t all that weird at all.” Levi pulled out his phone. “Look, humans are into it everywhere. And ya know us demons tend to have corruption kinks. We like seeing people acknowledge your dark side. That’s how we planned it out actually!”

“We promise it’ll be fun.” Asmo put his fork down. “I wouldn’t want to to be a weird forceful type of situation. And even though we wanted to surprise you, if you want to see the plans and scripts and stuff I think no one would be opposed to showing you.” He ran off to get the papers.

“Yes I agree. I was concerned it might be too much for you, now that you’re having doubts I think it’d be wise to read it.” Lucifer began to gather plates at the table. “If you want us to stop or even not do it, we can return everything and undo the magic. No one will be upset at you.”

You shifted and looked at him. “I don’t want to stop it, but I am nervous. I appreciate you letting me do this.”

Asmo handed you the notes they wrote. “Here, tell me if I need to change anything.”

You grabbed them and looked through them. Each brother had written something or contributed, you could tell. There was a detailed description of the scene and how you wanted it as well as things you enjoyed from previous sessions with the brothers. They even had a list of words to call you and not to call you, as well as some biblical research. They had a timeline as well and open-ended portions that you would likely decide on mid scene. It was also written entirely in glitter pen.

Nothing was off, nothing was harsh, nothing no consensual and nothing dubious, just demons playing pretend. And when Mammon said that it was gonna be making you drop your innocent act, that’s exactly what it was. Everything was you centered, your pleasure. To be honest, it almost made you emotional seeing their attention to detail.

“I’m actually impressed.” You said. “I’m really surprised that you managed to make that whole secretly demon thing not how can I say it…”

“Non-consensual?” Satan spoke aloud. “Yes, I wanted it to be completely in your hands. I even suggested we write a script where we weren’t demons at all. Beel helped really flesh out the reveal part.”

“Beel, really?”

“Yeah.” He said, reaching to point at a certain part. “This is where I started. I can’t do anything that might hurt you whether fake or real. And I just didn’t want to pass any limits or make any of us harm you.” The brothers all agreed and looked to you.

Mammon wiggled your leg. “Soooo, we all on now? You feel better?”

“Yeah I do.”

“Still wanna do it?”

“Yeah, I’m more excited now.”

“Heheh. Good.”

Lucifer nodded. “Just know, you should never worry about communicating this to us. We would never hurt you. At least, not actual harm. Should we ever pass a single limit or even draw near it, I expect you to stop us and I expect you to be honest. Since your our sub tonight your safety is top priority. Even out of the scene, you’re our top priority.”

Man, you could cry. “Thank you.” You uttered out, feeling your throat hitch. “And if you feel uncomfortable I want you guys to stop too.”

“My Mc, you need to be able to first. I don’t want to continue unless you’re fully honest. 100%. Tell me, do you consent to me and my brothers engaging in this scene with you?”

You sat for a moment and nodded.

“I need an answer, not just a nonverbal. I think we all do.”

“Yes. I consent to this scene.” Once the words were out, a weight lifted from your shoulders. Your nervousness practically faded.

“Good. So, let’s clean. And then, we will begin once you’re ready.”

[raccoonfallsharder]

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here's what you need to know about what is behind this cut: lots of smut, always with feelings and fluff, praise kinks, dirty talk, maybe some light d/s, enthusiastic consent. a few clean headcanons/minifics & fan art of your amazing OCs

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recently updated

headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) [ONESHOT. added 9/18] Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel

Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24] florescence ❀ (a meetgroot)

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. [WIP 9/27] Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5] Window Across the Galaxy

I can't keep up with updating my kinktober prompts on a daily basis (I'm honestly amazed I've managed to keep up with the writing as well as I have and I've only been doing this for a few days) So for now, please find them with the tag #rfh kinktober and when the month is over I'll make a masterlist. [NEW all month] based on @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List

[complete works behind the cut ♡]

spoilers: I have a preferred trope/formula that I lean into quite hard (girl falls first; raccoon falls harder) and while I do really love tragic fanfic, I firmly believe rocket's suffered enough of that so it's only happy endings here (even if it takes a minute to get there). Well, more or less, anyway.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel

reader x rocket fluff, medium-burn?? (at least for Part One), smut. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to read this - you just need to enjoy fluff + smut + rocket (and be 18 i guess). multiple parts. see notes for summary + warnings.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl Part One of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [COMPLETE 5/5 chapters] Summary: In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? get in loser we're gonna fix it Chapter One (The First Visit) Chapter Two (The Second Visit) Chapter Three (The Third Visit) Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit) Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit) complete post - The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training (Ninth Visit) Part Two of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 8/21] Sequel to The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl [domestic fluff, dirty talk, oral sex - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Study Night. or - why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? When you were a kid, you imagined yourself growing up, working a cool job, living in a cute house, getting a big dog, marrying, and having kids of your own. You've currently got none of those things, but you are getting regularly railed by a raccoon-shaped cosmic adventurer, and he's currently showing you around his spaceship. Which is kinda better than anything you could have dreamed up for yourself. [comics-inspired, though i'm fucking around with timelines/continuity and you really don't need any comics-context to ride this ride] complete post - Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual (Fourteenth Visit) Part Three of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/18] [domestic fluff, dirty talk, orgasm delay, bf/gf silliness. - mind the ao3 tags.] Summary: Date Night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°✩☼⋆｡°✩☽︎ loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. domestic bf/gf silliness & fluff. extensive smut. comics-knowledge isn't needed but HIGHLY recommend starting at the beginning of this collection for context (The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl).

florescence ❀ (a meetgroot)

[WIP: Year 0/5] [mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa chapter four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. no use of y/n.] Summary: “The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.” Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in.

Chapter 1/6 Year Zero: Seed [NEW posted 9/24]

Blackmail Material

[WIP: Chapter 2/4] reader x rocket pwp with feelings; smut & fluff & love confessions. MCU-based, post-Endgame, friends-to-lovers. Summary: a classic tale of "this fuckin raccoon found your sex-toy." as per usual: girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. see notes for summary + warnings.

Chapter One: Blackmail Material Chapter Two: Self-Sufficience [NEW posted 8/29] Chapter Three: Firearms over Flowers ???

Window Across the Galaxy

[WIP: Chapter 15/25+] [NEW chapter posted 10/5] rocket x oc angst/hurt/comfort; slow burn + eventual smut with feelings. MCU-based. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1. enemies to friends to lovers but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies. see notes for summary + warnings. could become 1 part of a 2-part series, if I have the energy/inspiration. Summary: Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets.in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Chapter XV. Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly. [WIP 10/5]

Autopilot Systems Check [Oneshot. COMPLETE 9/3/2023] Est Word Count: 1409 reader x rocket soft fluff & domestica. MCU-based, post-Endgame i guess. Summary: reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. drabble based on this post/inadvertent prompt.[complete post - Autopilot Systems Check]

Kinktober 2023

based on day 8 of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List Kinktober Day 8: Turbulence. rocket needs you to hold. flarkin. still. [NEW 10/8]

Other Duties As Assigned

[WIP: ???] rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings. Begins five months after The Snap. I don't have an intended outcome for this fic yet (just kind of rambling around) so this has the most uncertain publishing date. Summary: Natasha Romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the Milano. First she demands that the remaining two Guardians of the Galaxy be reachable via a primitive Terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. Thank fuck she's hired a new assistant.

Headcannons & Drabbles headcanon 1 - rocket & sex work headcanon 2 - rocket & occassional post-sex feelings headcanon 3 - quill & innocence/optimism headcanon 4 (minific/drabble) - rocket & nebula (2014) in endgame/post time-heist headcanon 5 (minific/drabble) - rocket & quill were scooped at the same time headcanon 6 - cinnamon roll peter quill continued headcanon 7 - rocket & nova corps headcanon 8 - rocket, lylla, & drax [NEW posted 9/17] headcanon 9 - dad glasses [NEW posted 9/21]

Fan Art of Your Amazing OCs (and maybe sometimes mine)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life!

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her!

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color

Fleuret (I think?) (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrap myself out of bed and deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket).

[luaspersona]

fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility. 

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures. 

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself. 

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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[galaxy-stardust]

Sooo Jakeaholics :) ,

This is part 2 of my fanfic with Jake, the hacker from the game Duskwood.

Part one is "Meeting Jake"

As in my first story it is not possible for me to not write a NSFW story... damn 😒

I really wanted to write a SFW story but thinking about him always leads me to doing dirty things with him... I can't help me. I'm sorry 😉

So if you want to read a cute story then don't read mine 😜

Enjoy!

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NSFW / SMUT CONTENT

The first hideout 🌲

One week passed by since Jake showed up at my door.

I needed a few days to manage all my stuff.

I quit work. Thankfully I earned good money and I am a "not spend money for things you don't really need" person so I have enough money for quite a long time not going to work.

I told my parents that they will not see me for a while, I told my brothers that I'll try to contact them whenever I can. And I told my two best friends that I'm going on a trip with the man I unconditionally fell in love with.

They were worried "you don't know him well, he's a wanted hacker" "you can't be seriously give up your life for something like this" and so on...

But, as you can imagine, it doesn't matter to me what they say.

I finally found him and I'm finally together with him. My soulmate, my love, my life.

So after this few days of managing stuff we are ready to go on the run. I just have a backpag like Jake. A few clothes, money, my phone and a few hygenic things.

I sit on my window. My favourite place in my flat as I hear a key in the door.

Jake was quickly outside to buy some things before we leave.

He sits down next to me and gives me a box.

"What's that?" I ask.

"MC, I know you nearly have your whole life on your phone but you can't take it with you. We need throw away phones, you know?"

"I understand" I say.

I hoped I could take with my phone with me but I also know he's right. I trust him.

I sight.

"We'll leave your phone here in this flat. With the location on. So if my pursuers hack your phone it will lead them to this place. But we will not be here anymore"

I nod.

"We have to go now,MC. I've been for too long on the same place."

He gives me a kiss an makes himself ready to go. I get myself up too and follow him.

At the door I take a quick look back. One of my brothers will take care of my flat. I couldn't sell it. Maybe we will come back one day and search for a cute little house here. Then I can still sell it. Maybe.

Jake notices my gaze.

"MC, you don't have to do this. You... you can stay here with your friends and your family. I will get in touch with you whenever I can"

"Jake... you are my family now, my life, my love. I will come with you. Let's go"

He smiles. Gives me a kiss and we leave the flat.

We get into my car. Thankfully it is an old one so no sat nav and stuff like that.

I hold in "Can we go by car?"

"For a while, yes. But I like to drive" he smirkes.

I laugh and give him the keys.

While we are driving, I look outside the window. Watch the trees passing by.

I turn my head. Look at this beautiful man next to me. I smile.

He's focused on the street. Then he notices my gaze, smiles and puts his hand on my leg. That gives me butterflies. I grap his hand and we hold hands while we drive. It's a very intense feeling... I love to feel him.

"Everything ok MC?"

"Yes, absolutely. " I answer.

"So, where do we go now?" Jake asks.

I ponder. Then something crosses my mind. Something I totally forgot about.

"Just drive. I'll lead you."

A few hours passed by. We leave the civilisation behind us and head to a forrest in front of us. At the edge of the forrest we stop. The road ended here.

"What now?" Jake asks.

"We walk" I answer.

He lifts an eyebrow. "Ok..."

"Just trust me" I twink "you do trust me right?"

"I do... I did it from the first second we met"

He smiles and I feel my knees getting weak.

Damn... He is just so perfect.

"Alright, let's go" I say and jump out of the car.

We took our stuff and walk into the forrest. There is a little path next to a river. It starts getting dark and all around us little fireflys start to glow. It's beautiful.

He graps my hand and we follow the path deeper into the forrest.

After a while Jake stops and says "Wow, look at this! This is awesome!"

"I knew you would like it" I say.

He lets off my hand and takes a few steps closer to our goal.

In front of us is huge old tree with a tree house in it. I totally forgot that I booked it a while ago. I love it here. Just the noises from the forrest.

"Come on MC! I like to go in"

We walk over a little bridge and enter the house. It's cosy. A huge couch, a bath with a little whirlpool and a little kitchen. But the best thing is the glas roof.

Suddenly Jake graps my waist and pulls me in. We kiss. "It's perfect MC. Thank you for bringing me here."

I go in the kitchen, making a coffee. Jake is sitting on the couch. Checking what's going on with his (or now our) pursuers on his laptop. Thankfully there is WiFi in this house I think, but in the next second I wish there wasn't WiFi...

I sit down next to him and give him his coffee.

"Everything ok?" I ask.

"Yes, for now" he answers.

"Fine, then you can close this thing for a while" He smiles. "Sure honey".

He puts his laptop away and I lay down on his chest. Looking out of the glas roof. It's a clear night and the sky is full of stars. Jake is sipping on his coffee, playing with a strand of my hair, deep in thoughts.

"Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Lay down next to me and look in this beautiful nightsky."

He robs hisself into a laying position close to me and looks up.

"Wow... that's absolutely beautiful... I don't know when the last time was I looked in the nightsky."

He graps my hand. We lay there for a while, just watching the stars and listening to our heatbeats. It's perfect. I really can't imagine a better place to be right now.

Jake moves. Rolls over on top of me. His hands are next to my head. My breath is getting faster. I look in this beautiful eyes.

He comes down to me to give me a kiss.

"I love you MC. And I want you right now" he says. His breath is getting faster too.

"I'm yours" I gasp.

His hand is under my shirt, starts touching me. I feel like I will explode. I want him so bad. He feels my struggle and smirkes. He knows that I'm in his hands and he likes that. He is using his control he has over me and starts teasing me.

His lips are all over me and I don't know how to calm down myself a bit. If he doesn't stop right now I will explode before he is in me.

"Jake!"

"Well, yes?" He asks.

"Stop torturing me and bump into me. I want to feel you right now!"

"Calm down babe. Don't you think I want to feel your warmth between my legs too? I just want to see you begging for it a bit more. I like it. Knowing that you're mine..."

"Don't be so mean. I just want you to fuck me... please"

He smirkes and ignores my begging.

He kisses my nipples, my belly down to my weak point... He groans and starts licking my wet pussy and it just took me a few seconds to come on his fingers.

"Fuck" I whisper...

But I don't have enough yet. I want more. I want him.

Jake takes off his clothes, lays down on me and I feel his hard dick bumping on my entrence. I spread my legs a bit wider and he enters me.

We groan. I claw my hands in his back. Looking in his eyes and see his desire.

We explode together. Breathless I push him away from me onto his back and start sucking his dick. He moans until he comes again in my mouth with a whispered "Fuck..."

I crawl up to him. Kissing his belly, his chest. I sit down on him, leading his dick into me and start riding him.

His hands are playing with my nipples. I start to move faster and faster until I feel his liquid filling me again.

With weak knees I get off of him and lay down breathless next to him. He looks at me. Satisfied and smiling.

"I just go into the bath real quick" I say and slowly get off the couch, my knees still a bit weak. I refresh myself a bit, grabbing a hoodie from Jake (his smell is so good) and walk back to him.

"Excuse me too for a second" he says and heads to the bathroom. I snuggle up in a blanket and start watching the nightsky again. Jake comes back from the bathroom, just wearing sweatpants and lays down next to me.

We snuggle up together in the blanket and fall asleep after a while. Feeling save.

As I wake up in the morning, Jake's already up. I smell fresh coffee but I can't see Jake at first moment. I stretch and get up. Leading to the bathroom. As I enter I see Jake in the whirlpool, sipping a coffee.

I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks.

"Good morning honey, wanna join?" I smile, slip out of the hoodie and into the bubbling water.

"Good morning hackerboy" I say and grap his mug to sip a bit coffee.

"So, whats the plan for today" I ask.

"I know a plan for right now" he smirkes. "Come over to me"

I slide over to him and we have a nice, hot, wet quickie in the bubbling bath.

"Alright" Jake gets himself out of the pool "pack a few snacks MC and let's go for a walk"

I smile. I'm getting myself off the bath too, slip in my clothes and walk in the kitchen to pack our stuff.

We walk along the path next to the river for a while until we find a place on a small see.

We sit down and loose our minds in the sparkling water. The sun warms our faces and we just enjoy this moment. It's perfect. We talk about nearly everything for hours and we have the feeling that time stands still.

After a while he looks at me and says "I'm sorry MC but can't stop fantasizing about you sitting on my face." He says with a rough voice. He smirkes.

"Oh my..." I feel a warmth between my legs, feel that I'm getting wet.

"Hmm... you like the thought too don't you? Get your clothes off and sit down on me... I can't wait to taste you."

I do what he wants me to do.

He starts licking my pussy. I groan "I love how your tongue feels on my clit."

"And I love your taste MC, I want you to come ok?"

"Then don't stop..." I gasp "I'm close to come" and a few seconds later I come on his face. My body shivers.

"Mhh, I like your taste MC"

"And I like yours Jake, so please let me suck it"

He rips off his sweatpants and I start sucking his dick. He groans "Fuck MC, that feels so good. Do you want me to come inside your mouth?"

"Mhm" I hum.

He pushes my head softly with his moves deeper in my throat.

"I'm close to come MC.... fuck" he says and fills my mouth with his cum. I swallow it.

He lifts me up from my knees and pushes me on a tree next to us. We kiss. His eyes are darker that usual, full of desire.

"I want you MC"

"Than take what you need Jake, I'm yours"

He turns me around and starts to fuck me.

"Fuck me harder please" I beg and he starts pushing his dick deeper inside me.

I claw my fingers into the tree, getting crazy about how he feels inside of me. Fuck I never knew that I could be this obsessed with a man. The connection between Jake and me is so intense. I just want to feel him all day (means not, that I want to have sex with him all day 😉 )

Jake's moves are getting faster and I push myself closer to him to feel him even deeper inside of me. I feel his hand on my neck and my throat, carefully, and I can't control myself any longer.

"Fuck" we say simultaneously as we explode toghether.

"Mhh MC, I like it when you can't control yourself" he smirkes.

I blush "I never knew that I could give myself in that much. With you I can. I just trust you so much and I feel that we know each other for a lifetime"

"I feel the same and I love it" he says and lays down on our blanket. The sun warmth our naked bodies. After a while Jake turns his head to me.

"MC, let's go back to the tree hous ok? I'm sorry to destroy this moment but I have to check what my pursures are doing so far"

"No need to be sorry Jake" I smile, hush him a kiss and we make ourselfs ready to head back to our house.

Back in the house Jake graps his laptop, sinks down on the couch and starts his work.

His glanze gets dark and worried.

"MC, you should see this"

I walk over to him and take a seat next to him. He turns the laptop a bit so I can see what he found. My heart stops beating.

I see a news flash about my flat. Police everywere. Blue lights. Then a reporter shows up in front of the camera.

"Behind me you see the house from MC. According to rumors she was hiding one of the most wanted hackers here for a while. He is related to the latest mysterious incidents. The police tracked the mobile phone from MC. Tonight at 2am they crashed into the flat but found it emty. The phone was laying on the table in the living room. No trace from MC and Jake, the hacker. The car from MC is missing so the police is sure that she and the hacker are still together on the run but they have such a vague lead where they could be right now. The car has not a sat nav so it will be extremely hard to get on their tracks again. But the Police chief and the government are confident. "We are hard on their heals. It will not take long until we have them in handcuffs" the Police chief told the news. "We will now interrogate familiy and friends from MC to find out where she and the hacker might be hiding" We will keep you updated. This was...."

I don't listen to the last words from the reporter.

I'm shocked and I can't move. Thankfully none of my brothers were in my flat when our pursuers crashed into it.

But the police will interrogate every one of them. They don't know a thing. I didn't tell anyone what our next steps will be. So many thoughts are crossing my mind.

"MC?"

I startle as Jake carefully lays his hand down on my leg.

"I'm okay" I say, choke my head to clear my mind and look at him.

God, he looks so worried. His beautiful eyes look deep into mine.

"We can end this right now. You'll go back to your family and friends and I will go into hiding alone again. Whenever it's possible I will send you a message. I never wanted this for you. You..."

"Jake, please. You know I can't let you go again. I don't want it. I want to be with you, no matter what will happen. None of my brothers was getting hurt. No one knows where we are. They cannot give the police a hint. I need you Jake, I love you. Not to be with you would be horrible, not compareable to what we will going through while we are on the run. Alright, what now? When do we have to leave the tree house? Can we stay for tonight or..."

Jake interuppts my words with a kiss.

"I love you MC. I'm glad that you don't leave me. Yes, we can stay for tonight but we have to set off early tomorrow. We should try to get some sleep."

I nod and we lay down cuddling on the couch.

Clear night again, full of stars. Neither Jake nor I will sleep tonight. The latest news are too present for both of us. But I knew it would't be easy. Nevertheless I accept it. For him. For us.

So we just lay there, watching the night sky and plan our next steps. In our heads, in silence, in the starry night, just hearing the noises of the forrest...

[he0524]

🍓🌵

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I got into writing ff as a young child! My favourite TV show at the time had a canon pairing that I absolutely loved, and before I knew it, I was writing fanfiction for them.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

I love editing! Less so for my own work (because then I get sucked into the lovely hole of rewriting sentences and paragraphs), but I love editing for my partner. It makes me feel accomplished, knowing that I put my all into a piece of work (when I edit my own stuff), and bonus: a snippet into WIPs before they're published! ;)

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I absolutely love @rafiel_ahi (ao3) for her JJ/Emily (Criminal Minds) work. She has such an attention to detail and her imagery that she manages to capture never ceases to amaze me. Other authors that I can't recommend enough are @jazzfordshire (Tumblr/Ao3) for their Supercorp (Supergirl) fics, and last but not least, @englishstrawbie for their Maya/Carina (Station 19) fics. Fun fact, yours (@jmflowers) was the very first work on Ao3 that I read for the Marina pairing, and I absolutely fell in love!

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I believe there's a rabbit on the moon! (Not really, haha, obvs). Instead of the traditional "man on the moon" trope, I was told as a young child that there was a rabbit on the moon, and when it's a full moon, I like to see that I can see the outline of his ears. He is apparently pounding some fermented beans up there.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I wholeheartedly believe that Maya is a bottom in their relationship, both in the bedroom and out of the bedroom ;)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I have a lovely, incredible partner who supports me in all that I do.

I'm so!close! to getting my postgrad degree! (Although this isn't a "good" thing right now because it's making me so stressed, haha! But I am so grateful that I have the opportunity to keep studying).

I have lovely pets that always make me laugh, no matter how stressed I am (Clementine, Lemon, Fig, and Peach, my ratties, and my little doggie who's been with me since I too was a smol bean).

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Definitely dirty-talk in Italian, haha! Perks of being a smut writer *hides*

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

That I've captured the characters as they are in canon! Something about that compliment makes me so giddy and excited. I appreciate all comments so much through.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Sometimes I hear spicy-ish songs that remind me of Marina, or even love/heartbreak songs that make me internally SOB with the thought of what they went through during Maya's infidelity.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

It's a combination of letters and numbers that are of personal importance to me! :)

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Work that doesn't have the appropriate grammar, or poor spacing. Each character talking starts on a new line! If it's just a whole paragraph of multiple dialogues, my brain cannot handle it and I click away :(

Thank you so, so much for all these questions! I'm about to pop some into your own inbox too :) I had so much fun answering them (and procrastinating my write-up, haha).

[sunnysafezone]

sa. 25th of may

Hello my dearest stranger on the internet!

I cannot believe that while bridgerton s.3 and maxton hall premiered, I am still head over heels hooked on stardew valley and obviously the connected diversity of stardew valley fanfictions. I dug deep through Ao3 and let me tell you, I was S-H-O-O-K.

The stardew community is so unbelievable seggsual and dirty. I certainly did NOT expect that.

What surprised me the most was the amount of monster smut. Some dudes or dudettes out there really fantasize about them tentacles and slimes. I, personally, dont particularly enjoy these stories but they are rather capturing, to say the least.

But why on earth am I writing about monster smut and other stardew fanfics? The answer is simple: I am amazed how this little Valley got to be a blueprint for so many different visions and fantasies. I love how many people find peace and comfort in the idea of living an off grid, simple, slow life, just like me.

I was so inspired by many talented writers who imagined to build their dream farm or marry their favorite bachelor or bachelorette. (very cool feature!!!!)

I also wasnt aware of the fact, that queer empowerment and representations was such a big part of the community. It made me love the fan community even more. And I do think we should push Chappell Roan as a new stardew valley icon. I want a bachelorette inspired by her!!!

So naturally, after reading, listening and talking about all this awesomeness, I began to write my own little fanfiction. Let me know, dear stranger on the internet, If I should post the first few hundred words so you can experience my little parallel universe valley. Its all about my boi sebastian and i also only wrote out of his POV atm. His character introduced itself as rather dark and melancholic but I do feel like he is very wholesome.

So the last thing I want to write about is Kai Laramie. You might wonder, who on earth is Kai Laramie?

Well ... he is my new farmer.

In one of the posts beforehand, I showed you my girly Sunny. My first farm, I reached autumn of year two with her already and I choose the Woodland Farm, as many others. But even then, the Beach farm was more then flirting with me and due to the fact, that the Update 1.6 is still not available for mobile, I thought o myself: Why not try the beach farm on my phone.

And despite many critical points I already read about, I am very much in love with the beach farm layout.

Its perfect for the character I want to play in there.

So who is Kai Laramie? He is a deep sea beeing. I imagined him to be washed up on shore of the farmland and him just deciding: yep, thats mine now.

I imagine him to be super quirky, super positive and incredibly energetic. I want him to have green, untamable hair and darker or even colorful skin (like light sea foam green or a turquoise). He is supposed to be in the water all the time so he is constantly dressed in a light linen shirt and pants, rolled up to his knees. How cool would it be, If his skin even changes to scales when certain body parts are underwater.

I imagine him beeing the perfect spouse for sebastian. He would catch him completely off guard. I might even dive into another fanfiction.

This could be him.

To conclude this little entry, lets dive into my prompts:

my current read: not a book atm, but an insane amount of fanfictions

my current favorite song: BLUE - Billie Eilish (not a big fan but this one hits exactly like ocean eyes)

my motivation: where I live, summer ented the chat and I have been enjoying the sun the blooming nature. BIG thumbs up.

So, my dear stranger on the internet. My shift is over now and I wrote down everything I wanted to say today.

Thank you so much for reading!

Sunny

[sugoi-and-spice]

Okay Hi again. I'm the Anon that made Dust Daddy Bible a thing. I wish to open the Dust Daddy Bible again and take a few new notes as I am curious if you can reveal some hcs about the Reader that once again has already been revealed/you wish to share? Maybe even some Hcs bout other characters like Spinner? Maybe some hcs that'll never see the light of day that you wish to share?

I'm also a bit curious on what inspired you to write PN and how does your general planning looks like for the series? I was inspired by you to start my own fanfic but alas...making hcs and an actual story is very hard and ends up in the dirty mostly white gutters fast.

Hey Anon! So glad to hear that my weird little Au fic inspired you!! I'm certainly happy to explain my inspiration and process a bit!

This took A LOT longer to write up than I anticipated, but I wanted to be thorough lol. So, in an effort to not make these novel of a post any longer than it needs to be, I'm just gonna answer the second half of your ask, rather than the headcanon stuff. But if you wanna re-ask that in a separate message I'll be happy to answer. ^_^

Alright, onto Spice's Fanfic Plotting 101!

So full disclosure: I get a lot of (if not most) of my ideas from other media and in some case other fanfics. For Play Nice, I was really inspired by the fic: The Danger Next Door by ratmonkey. I really liked that dynamic of the creepy forced friend with the popular girl and wanted to explore that in a one-shot. But of course, as I got writing, I ended up taking it in a completely different direction that I thought better suited the types of long-format stories I liked to tell and fit better in my writing style. And they went in two wildly different directions.

I'd never be ashamed of that idea origin though -- and neither should any of you. If you decide that you want to write literally the plot of Titanic but with Jujutsu Kaisen characters, fucking do it - it'll be original just on the basis that it'll be written by you. It's as the saying goes:

Good artists borrow, great artist steal.

So that's where the original idea came from. But as for expanding an idea into a full fic? Lately, I've been using the three following steps to do that:

1. Pilot.

2. Outline.

3. Schedule.

Self-explanatory right? No? Haha, well then--

So a pilot, in the way that I'm using the term, is the first episode of a tv show that serves as a prototype of a series. When a network likes a concept that they're pitched, they'll typically order a pilot episode to showcase the series' potential and gauge audience interest before committing to making a whole season.

This is essentially the same thing I do with a fanfic concept - a Pilot Phase. I write the idea as a one-shot or short multi-chapter fic, something that has a satisfying ending if I leave it as is, but that I could also expand on later. I measure how good or poor the response is as well as my own enjoyment and inspiration while writing, and if it's all great - I'll move forward into turning it into a longfic.

After that, I move into the Outline Phase. Outlining goes such a long way in keeping a fic consistent and motivated, imo. There are a lot of writers that start writing without any goal in mind, and then eventually burn out because they run out ideas. No shade to anyone who does btw! There are writers out there who can write without an outline and make something complete and amazing. And even those who do end up running out of ideas and abandoning a fic, fanfiction is all about fun at the end of the day. But for someone looking to break out of that habit and finish their long fics consistently and with quality, outlining and having a clear direction can really help mitigate these pitfalls.

Outlining can also work wonders for eliminating the ever-dreaded blank page. If I'm starting a chapter, even copy-and-pasting a word for word description like the following gives me something to work with:

"The beginning of MC and Shigaraki’s new routine. Bratty back and forths. Although by the end of it, Shigaraki decides that the time they have together is not enough and sets a new plan in motion."

And then I can expand and flourish the language from there, I'm not starting from nothing.

But of course, writing out a whole outline can be just as intimidating if not more so - after all, how do you go from a blank page to "here's all the plot!"? Well, this is why the Pilot and Outline Phases actually go hand and hand for me. Writing a Pilot/One-shot version when I'm first inspired by an idea means that when I start expanding it into a long fic, I'm also not starting from nothing! I already have a story or dynamic started, so it's a lot easier to build ideas and plot-points off of that, rather than just pulling a whole story out of thin air. They're very symbiotic.

Now, writing a good outline could easily be a whole giant post itself, and there's no one right way to do it. For me, I really like to use my outlines to track character arcs and different storylines. Play Nice has about four major different Plots and Sub-Plots going on that I label alphabetically and track in each episode.

Now as anyone that has read Play Nice can tell, these story beats are not necessarily all separate scenes or plotlines or anything - the A, B, & C Plot of this episode are all part of the same actual scene, but I still like to note them and the different effects that even one line of dialogue has on all these different plot points!

Identifying which story beats belong to which plot points helps me keep track of the progress of each one so that I don't write five chapters in a row just about Shigaraki and his relationship with AFO and suddenly realize "Oh shit! MC hasn't been in the story for like five chapters!" (Extreme example, but you get what I mean lol).

I also write out character guides and such in my outlines with the characters' wants, needs, and - in these AU fics - their alternate backstories. Crafting those things for a character however could, once again, be it's own whole post - but knowledge of Want vs Need and keeping character arcs in mind is what takes any piece of media to that next level, not just fanfic. :)

(You can find a great brief on Want vs Need here - welcome to Spice's film school friends xD)

One last note on outlines, is that you don't have to be beholden to them. I move around plot points I've outlined for earlier episodes into later episodes all the time. Play Nice was originally outlined as like a 15 chapter long-fic, but as the story has developed, that's obviously doubled (potentially tripled as I already brain-storm the sequel lolol). But yeah, Outlines are a map, not a bible.

So the Pilot and Outline phases make up the bulk of my patented fanfic process lol. But the icing on the cake that really keeps a fic moving for me is to keep a Schedule.

Full transparency if you didn't know already, I've worked professionally as a freelance writer for a little over three years now. And before that I got a BFA in Screenwriting. So I'm admittedly pretty used to having weekly deadlines for my creative writing now. My grades and rent have depended on it for 7+ years. There were absolutely weeks where, even on a project I loved, the absolute LAST fucking thing I wanted to do that week was write. But I had to push through if I wanted to get paid.

By setting the same type of schedule and expectations for myself, I'm able to hold myself accountable and force my way through even the worst writer's block. There's no real other trick to this one, I'm sorry to say. You just need to set a doable schedule and stick to it.

Now, I am fully aware of the irony of me stressing the importance of schedule right when Play Nice is in a bit of a slowdown - but I am only human. And while I have switched to a monthly posting schedule, I do still keep a similar writing schedule: I try to finish at least a rough draft of a chapter every two weeks. It just takes me a lot longer to edit the chapters now because they're so freaking long these days.

And, you know, this isn't my job. I write fanfic to have fun and explore ideas and themes that I don't necessarily want connected to my personal brand (*cough* Non-Con & Problematic Relationships *cough*), as well as to write for fun without the worry of whether or not an idea is sellable. If any of you do decide to take these tips and tricks for yourself, please remember to keep having fun and not put too much pressure on yourself!

(Also, a little Step 2.5: I try to have at least two chapters - preferably three or four - written past what I'm posting that week. For example, Chapter 20 is the last chapter I uploaded, but I'm actively writing the rough draft for Chapter 23 at the moment. I write in little arcs essentially, that way I can switch out moments between episodes and make edits to keep them all connected).

So, yeah! That's more or less my process! There's a lot more I could say but this post is already way too long, so if you have any follow-ups please feel free to send them in. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk lol. I hope it was helpful for some of you and not just super lecture-y and pretentious. 😅 At the end of the day, whether you write a one-shot or a long fic, finish or abandon it, the fact that you put your ideas into existence is amazing.

¡Adiós!

[queen-of-scissors]

Hello! Me again. Yeah, uh... this is actually my first time writing NSFW fanfic so... it might be bad.

Also, Cassius -> Red Xiao/BETA Xiao/Prototype Xiao

Reference: https://www.tumblr.com/big-brainrot-hours/669183008249626624/red-xiao-cassius-sagau-general-headcanons

Content Warning: Descriptions of sexual activity, Suggestive language and themes, Brief reference to arousal

Bit of inspiration from Anti P.T.

(Modern AU, Gym)

The male reader and Cassius were both members of the local gym and were disappointed when it closed for renovations.

"Ugh, I can't believe the gym is closed," the male reader grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. It's a real inconvenience," Cassius replied.

"What are we going to do now?" the male reader asked.

"Well, I have a home gym we can use if you want," Cassius suggested.

The male reader's eyes lit up. "Really? That would be great!"

As they were lifting weights, the male reader asked Cassius how he got into bodybuilding.

"I've always been into sports and fitness," Cassius explained. "I decided to take it to the next level by competing in bodybuilding competitions."

"Wow, that's really impressive," the male reader said. "I've never considered bodybuilding before, but it seems really interesting."

"It can be challenging, but it's also very rewarding," Cassius replied.

The male reader, who had never considered bodybuilding before, asked Cassius for tips on how to get started.

"First and foremost, it's important to focus on your nutrition," Cassius advised. "And don't try to do too much too soon. Start small and gradually increase your workouts."

"Thanks for the tips," the male reader said. "I'll definitely keep them in mind."

After a few sets, they decided to take a break and grabbed some water. Cassius removed his sweat-drenched compression shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs. The male reader couldn't help but feel a little aroused by the sight, but tried to hide it.

Cassius, who was more perceptive than the male reader realized, noticed his reaction and chuckled. "I see someone's a little turned on," he teased.

The male reader blushed and tried to play it cool. "I-I'm just admiring your physique," he stuttered out.

Cassius raised an eyebrow and leaned in closer. "I think it's more than just admiration," he whispered, his lips bursting into a sly smile.

The male reader's heart raced as Cassius' lips brushed against his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't resist any longer and grabbed Cassius, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Cassius responded eagerly, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths.

As they broke apart, panting and flushed, Cassius whispered, "I've been wanting to do that for a while now."

The male reader grinned and replied, "I'm glad you finally made a move."

Cassius chuckled and wrapped his arms around the male reader's waist, pulling him close. "I'm not done with you yet," he said, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

The male reader's heart skipped a beat as Cassius' hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of his skin. Cassius kissed his neck and whispered dirty words in his ear, causing the male reader to moan and writhe under his touch.

As Cassius' lips trailed down his chest, the male reader couldn't take it anymore and grabbed Cassius, flipping them onto the floor. Cassius let out a surprised yelp, but quickly regained his composure and grinned up at the male reader.

"You're full of surprises," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

The male reader chuckled and replied, "I'm just getting started."

As they explored each other's bodies, their moans and gasps filled the room, their desire for each other growing with every touch. Cassius ran his hands over the male reader's chest, pausing to tweak his nipples before continuing down to his throbbing member. The male reader gasped and arched his back, unable to hold back his moans of pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" Cassius whispered, a sly grin on his face.

The male reader nodded, unable to form words as Cassius stroked him to the brink of climax. Cassius leaned down and took the male reader's swollen member into his mouth, his tongue and lips expertly teasing and pleasing him. The male reader let out a loud moan as he reached his climax, his body writhing in ecstasy.

When they finally finished, they lay on the floor, panting and covered in sweat.

(Yeah, I basically made this when I'm bored. It kinda lacks some dialogues during the "scenes".)

YEEEEAAHHH MALE READER TİME

No what do you mean it makes my gender confusion feel better nooooooo

This is pretty good for first time writing NSFW!

Maybe it was a bit fast but overall 10/10

İ read red xiao and immideatly went

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[deanwritings]

Guess whose back

Can you believe it’s been FIVE whole years since I was last active on this blog?

I wasn’t totally gone, coming back from the shadows every few months to check out Tumblr, but now I’m officially back for who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The last five years have been a ride. I’ve had some once-in-a-lifetime work opportunities, I’m officially doing the “adult” thing and I’m am married with a house and a dog, and feeling much better mentally after a few tough years with COVID, personal loses, and anxiety. 

What inspired me to come back, was not the downfall of Twitter (though I’m throughly enjoying watching Musk crash and burn something that isn’t a Tesla), but my computer almost dying on me and me realizing I have a lot of writings saved on it that could have been lost. Thankfully my laptop is good now, but going through my old work made me realize how much I’ve missed writing. I really haven’t done any non-work writing since I stopped writing for this blog, and it’s like a part of me is missing. 

So, I’m dusting off the keyboard, revisiting my drafts, and going to get back to work again! I’m definitely going to be rusty, but hey, it’s like riding a bike (I hope). 

My biggest goal is to finally end Night Falls for y’all. I did y’all dirty not finishing it five years ago. On a personal note, I’m actually going to start working on it again and see if it’s something worth publishing when I’m done. 

On a SPN note, I also fell out of watching the show around season 12 or so. To be honest, the writing just felt lazy and I felt like they were using the same plot lines over and over and had really dumbed down all of the characters and using them for cheap laughs except for the final big episodes of each season. I did however push through the rest of the series after it ended, just to know what happened. And definitely wasn’t happy they way they did our Dean. 

But, that’s what the fanfic world is for, and I’m looking forward to contributing to it again. 

Very excited to be back and can’t wait to start posting again! I already have one fic ready to launch so keep an eye out for it! 

[yallemagne]

For the ask game! Feel free to answer all or pick n' choose. :)

-What inspired you to start writing fanfiction?

-What's the most challenging aspect of writing fanfiction for you?

-Are there any characters, relationships, or general character dynamics you've never written about but would like to try?

1. Being a stupid little kid, not gonna lie. A big force in getting me to write fanfiction is reading stories, watching shows, and just generally engaging with media that I DID NOT like the writing of. So much potential... but then they'd screw young me over. A great deal of my early (and often unpublished) works is fix-it fanfiction. I've done a lot of resurrecting mothers from the dead. The core reason for my fanfic writing is wanting to make something that isn't already out there. See a need, fill a need. Sometimes I'd even take a concept from a fic I read and be like "I could do this better". None of those were posted because they're mostly amateur, but you know. Nowadays though, it's less out of discontent and more a desire to just... write stories. I get all these damn stories in my head, and someone has to write them.

13. Putting my depression on pause ojpieg. But outside of external forces, I think that adding the descriptions to a scene after writing the dialogue is one of the things that really trips me up. You can have some real good dialogue, but the second you start adding in meat to flesh out the scene, it feels so tedious and repetitive. I'm using the same words over and over!! It's easiest to describe a scene if no one's talking.

29. I've technically already written about it... but it's in a draft so it doesn't count!! The relationship between Arthur and Jonathan (from Dracula, of course), specifically from Arthur's perspective. There's a fanfic in my head that gives them a very complicated relationship. And Lucy, I want her to live, no matter what form she may take. Ohhh ESPECIALLY LUCY ACTUALLY. She is done sooo dirty in fanfiction. She's always depicted as predatory and used for gross revenge fantasies. Of course, I've already begun writing something, but shhh, it's a draft, it doesn't count.

The ask game, for anyone curious.

[everthewip]

Writer Positivity Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @hallwriteblr!

I will also place the blank questions below the cut :)

1. What motivates you to write?

All sorts of things! Primarily, a simple desire for something to exist. I like to say I write first and foremost for myself. It's a story I want to create, and so I write. Of course, having readers who enjoy my writing is also a great motivator to keep going!

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It was a dreary sort of storm, with clouds that blocked the morning sun in a case of steel gray and a thick mist that drained the reddish  hue of the overgrown heath below. It left nothing untouched and stole all color. Even the statue of the Gray Lady- erected centuries gone in the very center of the moor- resembled her namesaker; as gray as the sky, as the rain, as the dirty wool adorning the young woman who stumbled through the muck.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Actually, and OC from my Skyrim-based fanfic! He's a fun, flirty, adventurous High Elf who drives my Dragonborn OC absolutely insane. I love him with all of my heart.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The actual writing! I love it when the words flow and I feel driven and have the energy to actually write.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay).

The starting. I'm very good at starting things; I am very bad at finishing them.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I'm honestly so new here that I don't know how to answer, but thus far I just really enjoy seeing everyone talk about their stories and characters and plans. I haven't interacted much yet, but I still see and am delighted!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Fonts. I almost always pick a specific font for what I'm writing and I find that really helps me feel inspired. I also find youtube videos of specific ambiance noises and settings to really help get in the scene and describe it well.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I'm fond of the forest where the bulk of the story takes place. It has been altered through magic and turned into a prison, which has made it an unsettling place to end up in. But I think it's the magic itself I enjoy and the way it interacts with the environment and the people there. That's all I'll say for now, because this is a major plot point.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I'm a big fan of not forcing something, but sometimes you actually have to make yourself sit down and start writing. Sometimes you'll find a groove and it'll start flowing; sometimes it won't. If it doesn't, then don't force it any further. Sometimes you have to let the writing come to you.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

No pressure to do this and I'm sorry if you've been tagged already! @janec23 @vhwrites @cosxima @stanrendipity

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters.

[skyrim-forever]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Thank you @sheirukitriesfandom for tagging me! Sorry it took a while to get to but these questions are so great so knew I had to :)

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @akaviri-dovah @a-midwinter-night-dream-86 @crysdrawsthings @argisthebulwark and anyone else who wants to do this :)

1) Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

I haven't felt very inspired to write fanfic for around 2 months now, but I have had a few ideas for a novel floating around in my head. I've never attempted a large creative project like this but I'd like to try and get something for it done this summer!

2) Rec a book!

I also haven't done really any reading for fun either but I'm going to recommend the last great book I read, A Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo. I'm very late to the party on this one but in case you haven't heard of it, it is a heist novel set in a fantasy, with each chapter being told from the POV of a different character. The fantasy elements, combined with the suspense and deception of a heist story to me out of a reading slump last summer.

3) Rec a fic! 

Time to get on my soap box and gloat about The Illusionist by @dirty-bosmer ! The Illusionist is a massive, beautiful Oblivion fanfic following @dirty-bosmer's oc Nim. This fic genuinely has some of the best writing I've ever seen period and is a testament to the beauty of fanficition <3

4) Rec music!

This summer has been amazing for music so I'm gonna recommend my fav songs off of my fav recent albums.

Meeting the Master by Greta Van Fleet

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan

5) Share on piece of advice!

I've gone through a period of upheaval lately (still in it) and my advice is it is okay if you don't everything you wanted too, it's okay to have a goal and not meet it now or ever. It is enough for you to be here and to experience the world, you don't have to do it and you don't need any excuse not too. Our time on this rock is so painfully short in the life of the universe. Make the most of it.

[daydadahlias]

16, 17, 20, 40🗿, 44, 56 for the writer game :D

how are u today?

why thank u for asking <33 im very curious abt this little face emoji and cant wait to figure out the reasoning when I go look at question 40. also i'm great! I finished my sophomore year today!! summer and fanfic here i come <3

from this ask game <3

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

oh too many. always too many. literally cannot even count the amount of docs in my google drive. i'm trying to focus on MiM right now but there's this fucking weird mashton fic tentatively called Sweet Tea I want to write at some point that's about Ashton owning a rodeo. it's like... subversive sugar daddy.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

talk to friends! If I'm really struggling with something I'll hop on over to someone (usually Ashley these days <3) and say "hey, do you have any ideas for this?" Or, sometimes, I just like to talk through things and I'll solve my own problems by just discussing them w/ someone!! Molly and Crystal especially are great sounding boards <3

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

yeah, to be honest I think if you've read all my stuff, you'll notice I'm a bit of a one trick pony. I reuse the same lines, the same style, over and over again. I say "just" a lot and "well" and "made to love" and stuff like that. My dirty talk is basically the same in every fic lol. I incorporate writing/theatre into a lot of fics as well! And I'm a whore for some violent imagery. Like the whole "it's so BLANK it hurts." Usually it's shit, like, "it feels like home so much it hurts." I love describing love as being painful <3

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

hehe ok now i know what the little rock guy is for. well, I'll just say that fanart is literally the nicest thing ever and I dont think I will ever have enough words to accurately express just how much I love receiving stuff for fics. getting art/moodboards/edits is just a whole other level and something I never really considered I would get when I first started writing fanfic. and I have a little folder on my computer where i save every moodboard / piece of art anyone's ever made me for a fic bc it's a really really beautiful thing I'll never take for granted. As for specific stuff... uHhh. I don't know!! I can say that I always love black and white style the most and, like, sketchy stuff. I don't know, my favorite thing is seeing what people choose to draw / make!! i wanna know what readers like; it doesnt really matter what I like. <3

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

most of my mistakes are html formatting. and, then, grammar stuff is usually just, like... I happen to look over it. i swear i know grammar you guys i do it for a living :sob: but sometimes it sneaks through the cracks. im also an overwriter by nature.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

oo my dialogue. I think I make people talk like people and that shit is hard to do. because my dialogue used to be <33 really really bad <33 so there's definite improvement. I think you can see it just between my earlier fics and now tbh. I've definitely improved as I've kept writing!!

[heartofspells]

15, 18,32, and 37?

Oooookay. This is now my second time trying to answer this. Thank you, tumblr, for eating my answer alkjfajfk

Hello, sweet!

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I sometimes write in the margins, but I'm more of an occasional underliner/highlighter. Mostly I write whatever notes I want from a book somewhere else, mainly because there might be thoughts I don't want anyone else to see or read, or have them guessing WHY this particular part is important to me. And I never dog-ear. That should be criminal.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

--

"Sorry," he repeats. "How about we start again, Mr Black?"

Sirius realizes belatedly that he's gaping. He snaps his mouth closed and nods. The man's smile grows.

"I've looked over your file," he says, "along with your scans. I think I've put together a regimen that will be very beneficial if you'll allow me to try?"

Sirius is surprised by the question in the man's tone. Isn't he supposed to be told what he's meant to do? Ordered around until his stubbornness takes over and he eventually searches out someone new? He already feels off kilter, like he's landed on the wrong foot, kicked the ball too early and sent it shooting out of bounds.

"All right," he says slowly. "I'll give it a go, yeah."

The man beams at him happily. "Fantastic," he chirps. His energy is infectious to Sirius, bubbling up something warm inside him. "Well, Mr Black – actually, hang on a tic. I hate the formalities, I'll admit. Care if I call you Sirius instead?"

Sirius blinks again, once more thrown off his footing. "Er…'course, yeah. Hate the Black name, anyhow. I'd ditch it if I could."

"Brilliant!" the man says, grinning brightly, a small, deep chuckle emerging from his throat. "I'm Remus Lupin." He steps forward until he's in front of Sirius, stretching his hand out in offering. "Remus, if you please."

--

The thing about my writing is that not much changes in the editing phase other than a few minor shifts or adjustments. For the most part, what comes out the first time is what sticks, but I put a lot of thought into important parts before they're even written, which helps. But this scene from Healing Edge is one of the few scenes that I've ever completely changed. In the beginning, when I first had the idea for the fic and started writing, I had this entirely different scene written, a totally different vision for the entire fic. It was meant to be an enemies to lovers tale, but that very clearly changed and it all came down to this one scene.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

My dragonfly, my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it's getting cold.

This is from Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken and I love it, every single word. It even inspired a fic.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

Probably terrible things. They'd likely label me as miserable and insanely depressed and suffering from some sort of deep psychosis which is hilarious to me for a lot of different reasons. But really, I'd hope they'd at least look at what I've written and consider me insightful to some extent, firmly tapped into emotions and how people's heads work, and hopefully they'd mildly commend me for talking about those darker aspects of life others try to shy away from and hide in dark corners. Or maybe they'd just think I'm insane.

Send me weird questions if you'd like!