#this was equal parts romantic and steamy

[lazyjellyfish300]

OH BACON THIS WAS SEXC ASF

Love Man(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(male receiving), vaginal fingering, kissing, fluff, lewd themes, size difference, meant to be read as Small Might but it could work either way word count: 1k pairings: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: he sees you in a pretty dress and he knows he has to have you. thankfully he's patient to wait until you're in the bedroom alone. a/n: inspired by some awesome art I saw! Also, I needed this little piece because I needed some Toshi fluffy smut.

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @pixelcafe-network,  @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai, @thestarsystemsworld

It started with him sneaking glances at you. Then there were little stolen kisses. He kept his arm wrapped around you, holding you as close to him as he could. The more you were around him, the more you knew you weren’t going home alone tonight. Of course, why would you be going home alone tonight when you could either bring Toshinori home or go to his place?

It ended up being your place. His hands are so warm on your skin as he peels off your little dress. He kisses you like you’re the oxygen he needs in his life. His tongue is so warm and wet against yours, battling for dominance. Toshinori isn’t usually this needy, but tonight he couldn’t hold back. Seeing you in such a beautiful dress and all dolled up, it was certainly making him feel some sort of way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he moans softly as you push him back onto the bed.

“I can say the same thing about you,” you whisper against his lips.

You’re lip locked while you help him out of the suit he’s wearing. First the blazer and the tie, then you nip at his neck as you unbuckle his belt. You’re certainly making him feel like a horny teenage boy with the way you’re kissing him and taking off his clothes.

Slowly, you get down between his legs on the bed. You look up at him with a look of pure love tinged with lust. The way you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky for you has his cock twitching in his pants. He reaches down to caress your cheek softly as you pull down his pants.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you pull down his boxers next. “How can you literally be this big?”

He blushes furiously, trying to look away. How could you just say that? He’s always known he was blessed, but hearing the words come from you makes everything just so much more lewd. Sometimes he can’t handle it all. Toshinori then looks back down at you while you take his cock into your hand. He’s so big, your fingers don’t touch.

“Look at you,” you coo softly before giving the tip a kitten lick. “So hard, just for me.”

You sink down on his cock, moaning as the tip nestles in the back of your throat. Toshinori’s thighs begin to shake as you bob your head up and down, and he’s a moaning mess. He’d be so embarrassed if anyone saw him like this. He calms himself a bit, then reaches down to grab your ass.

You moan around him, feeling his hands gently caressing the skin of your backside. Then his long fingers gently part your folds. Already you’re wet from just the kissing and sucking his cock, but the more he teases you, the more you seem to dribble out. You’re like an endless fountain to him, and it just boosts his ego that much more.

In your attempt to take more of him into your mouth, you lean forward and this allows him to slip one of his long fingers into your pussy. The look you give him with his cock nearly all the way down your throat has Toshi feeling more than just dizzy. He continues to finger your little hole, trying desperately to prep you for him before he blows his load down your throat.

“I wanna…” he moans as he pulls his finger from you. “Want you on top.”

Who are you to argue with that? The way he said it too made you feel like the most important person in the world.

You pull off his cock, straddling his lap. His hands come up to knead your breasts now; he’s twisting and teasing your nipples as you get him lined up to your waiting cunt. As soon as your warm walls begin to envelop him, he knows he’s not going to last long. He wants it to last all night, but it’s hard when he just feels so in love with you.

When he bottoms out, you lean in closer and rest your forehead against his. The feeling of you being so close makes his heart flutter in his chest. The two of you sit like this for a long moment. He wraps his arms around you, supporting you by the fat of your ass. He loves this feeling. It’s the most amazing feeling in the whole world.

“I fucking love you,” you moan out. “I can’t even begin to tell you just how much I love you and I just…”

He chuckles softly, “You spoil me with such sweet words.”

You rub your forehead against his, then your noses rub together before you capture his lips in such a loving kiss. Toshinori gently begins bucking his hips, and he lets one of his hands come down to rub your clit in time with his movements. The sweet look of ecstasy on your face makes him feel so good.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Please cum for me.”

Your walls clench around him, and the words alone almost send you over the edge. He smirks in a smug way, which only turns you on even more. He can feel the slick coating his dick, and he’s working your little nub in the perfect way. 

The orgasm is earth shattering; your chest is heaving, your lips parted as you cry out his name. With your walls pulsing around him, he feels his balls drawing up. He clings to you, helping you ride out the rest of your high as he chases his own. And the moan that comes from the man makes you shudder as you finish riding out that beautiful pleasure.

Thick semen coats your walls as Toshinori’s fingers grip onto your ass even harder. He knows he’ll leave marks and he’ll feel a little guilty about it, but he’s also going to feel very turned on when he sees them on your ass. A sloppy kiss is shared before he finally goes slack on the bed. You lean against him, humming softly.

“You are fucking amazing,”

He laughs. “Hmmm I think you’re the amazing one.”

You look up at him with love in your eyes, “Guess that makes us both amazing.”

And who is he to argue with you?

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When I Say Forever ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au

word count: 4,696

warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night 🥺

sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough

now playing: My You by jjk

a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! ❤

Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.

This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the spring–it was beautiful.

You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.

With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isn’t extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.

Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactly–you simply don’t believe your reality is real.

Was this another one of your silly dreams?

Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?

You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.

No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.

The veil you’re wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress that’s made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.

The closer you get the more Jungkook’s cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping it’d happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.

“Hi,” he whispers to you once you’re fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.

You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.

“Hi,” you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.

Jungkook’s dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. He’s wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and he’s kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. He’s unbelievably handsome–and he’s yours.

When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.

“You look amazing.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.

“So do you.” Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that he’s still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know. I feel the same way.” He pauses and grins at you. “Did you see who came with whom?” He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.

“I saw.” You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to him–your co-worker who’s had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a “gentleman” and show them a good time while at your wedding.

“Do you think they’ll…you know,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.

Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really bother to think about who’ll sleep with who when you’re gonna be the one under me tonight.”

Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. It’s not your first time with Jungkook but you’re unsure what to expect tonight. You’ll be his wife after this.

“Why do you get to top?” you mouth.

Jungkook gives a half-smirk.“Why do you pretend to hate it?”

You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.

“Everyone-ahem-can hear you,” Taehyung coughs. “Stop it for god sake.”

“Yes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,” the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.

Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.

Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always? 

"I do. Yes."

She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always? 

He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.

"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.

"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."

Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.

She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"

The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.

"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkook’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."

"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."

Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!

"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"

Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.

After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.

The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.

"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.

"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."

"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.

"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."

You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.

In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.

"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"

He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"

His big grin tells you everything you need to know.

"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious __."

You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."

He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."

Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.

You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.

"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.

"What's this about?" You ask.

Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"

Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.

"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"

Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.

When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.

"Summer has already spread in the air

Breeze is already blowing.

The last cold snap is going out

The days were getting longer and longer

But my days were still going on and on and on

I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."

At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.

"It was quite a lonely night

In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out

Blooming under the sunlight

Memories with me and you..."

The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.

"All these lights are colored in by you

All these times are precious due to you

Four seasons have passed with you

Four scents were left 'cause of you

All the reasons why I can laugh out

All the reasons why I sing this song

Thankful to be by your side now

I'll try to shine brighter than now..."

Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at all—his voice warms your soul.

And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.

It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.

He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.

"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.

"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.

You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.

You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.

"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"

"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.

"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.

He needs you.

One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.

If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.

Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.

"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.

"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.

"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.

"Do you have to say it like that?"

He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."

You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.

Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.

"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.

You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.

Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.

"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.

He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"

"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."

He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.

He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.

"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.

"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."

"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."

"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.

He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.

"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.

Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.

Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.

"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."

Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.

"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.

"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.

It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.

"I love you," you say.

Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.

"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."

He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.

"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.

Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.

"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.

You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.

"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."

You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.

You love him so fucking much.

Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.

"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.

"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."

"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for me—fuck!"

He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.

"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.

"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"

"Yeah but, don't wanna come so soo—"

He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.

"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.

You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.

"That's right, never."

One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.

"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"

"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."

"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"

You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.

"Come for me again," he says.

And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."

You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."

Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."

"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.

"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."

With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on him– enjoying the show a little too much.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Lmk what you think ���

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an asexual MC

~ this is by no means my personal experience, but after several requests and some wonderful people helping me research, here we are! Hope you enjoy :) - brainrot ~

NOTE: being asexual and being aromantic are two distinct experiences. these headcanons are for an asexual MC, if I write for an aromantic MC, that will be in its own post so it's properly covered ^.^

Julian

This reflects on his own unfortunate dating history, but he's really not used to starting romantic relationships off of something that doesn't involve a physical connection. He's a little confused

He's not stupid, he can tell you two have something special going on, but you don't seem especially interested in taking things to the bedroom and he's not sure what to make of it

Do you just find him physically repulsive, but mentally stimulating? Is it the eyepatch? Because he can lose the eyepatch -

Genuinely relieved once you explain, because it lets him know what your boundaries are and how best he can work towards something real with you without pushing you into something you don't want

If you enjoy steamier things when it's part of you two connecting and expressing your feelings, he's still quick to initiate

He's very understanding when you're not in the mood or up for anything steamy, but it's equally important to him to hear that you still want to spend time loving him, even if it's not in that way

If you don't want to do anything steamy at all, he'll want you to give him clear boundaries so he doesn't accidentally overstep

In the end, his relationship with you is based on your mutual commitment to taking care of each other. That's not changing

Asra

This is ... complicated for them

Don't get him wrong. He loves you, completely and unconditionally, and he would never, ever want you to feel forced. He's just happy he gets a second shot at life with you

At the same time, they have the easiest time expressing their love for you through their physicality

He says "I love you" out loud maybe once a fortnight - but he says it a thousand times daily with gentle touches, kisses brushed to your neck in passing, and casually intimate moments

So realizing as they cared for you that you had no interest in the ultimate physical act of love required a bit of a mental reset

Honestly, he's scared of not being able to love you the way you deserve, and of not feeling loved in return (he'll find it's not true)

If you enjoy steamier things as part of an emotional connection, they are all on board. They're always clear about being open to fun times, but they'll leave it to you to actually initiate stuff

If you don't want to do anything of that nature, he'll avoid the conversation at first but ultimately want to talk to you about what physical affection you are open to. Kisses? Cuddles? Handholding?

Their joy is in your joy. If they can feel you breathing, they're happy

Nadia

Oh. Oh dear, she's gone about wooing you quite the wrong way

Her first instinct on hearing your explanation is to apologize. Her approach to courtship tends to be very sensual, and the thought of you not enjoying such things didn't cross her mind

She's going to want to clear a few things up, too - she knows she took a steamy approach, but she genuinely enjoys you for who you are, regardless of what you are or aren't open to

That said, please sit down and talk to her right away about what your boundaries, preferences, and comfort zones are, because she doesn't want to take any chances on miscommunication

Thankfully, spoiling you doesn't require any physical contact at all

If you're open to fun times as part of a special connection, she's very careful to establish a balanced power dynamic in that area. (Unless you'd still like her to take control :P)

She'll initiate sometimes, but it's always preceded with her asking what mood you're in and if you're in the headspace for it

If you'd rather keep things completely innocent, she'll want detailed boundaries for what physical affection is and isn't okay

She doesn't love you for your body. She loves you for your strength, and your faith in her. Give her that, and she'll give you everything

Muriel

Okay. Sounds good

This is accompanied with a heavy blush because it means you're referencing *adult* things, but he's really not that bothered

If he has any relational issues with it, it would only be after you've been together long enough that he would feel comfortable sharing his body with you if it were an option

Then he might take it into his head that this is your way of saying you don't trust him not to hurt you, or that you find his scars ugly

Obviously, this is not true, and all it takes to prove otherwise is not wincing when you see him or shying away when he gets close

If you enjoy less innocent things when it's a way of being close and enjoying each other, then he's down for that too. He doesn't really get "in the mood" unless you put him in the mood, so there's that

There might be a lot of missed opportunities until one or both of you learns to initiate without worrying about pressuring each other

If you don't like steamy things at all, cool. He likes how relatively uncomplicated that makes the physical side of your relationship, especially when he's still got a complicated view of his body

He's learning to love gentle, safe touch, though, so if things like cuddles and cheek kisses are your jam, then please. Have at it

Portia

Huh. She's pretty sure she's heard of this before, but she's never navigated a relationship where that was something to keep in mind. Tell her more!

She feels the most free to discuss it casually/joke around about it. Gets completely into the garlic bread stereotype and will laughingly bake you some if it's something you like eating

If anything, learning about this makes her feel even more secure in her relationship with you. It tells her all over again that you chose her for who she is, and not some other motivation

That said, she does have needs of her own, and feels just as free talking to you about how she goes about satisfying them solo as long as that's not something you're disgusted hearing about

If you enjoy steamy things with her as part of your connection, she'll go out of her way to really emphasize what the act means with you instead of getting lost in the moment

She'll bring it up fairly often, usually as part of a list of options to do together: do you want normal cuddles, or special cuddles?

If it's something you don't want anything to do with, she's likely to ask you lots of questions about it simply because she's a curious person. You're her partner in crime! That's all that really matters

Lucio

He's about as confused by someone who wants a relationship without adult special fun time as he is confused by people who like to listen to music without dancing along

Don't you feel like you're missing out? Isn't that the whole point of being in a relationship with someone? (spoiler alert: it's not. that's the trauma and lack of self awareness talking)

When he first learns this about you as he gets to know you, he ends up assuming it means that you just don't do romance at all

And then, as his own feelings for you grow and he learns what it means to trust someone enough to be vulnerable around them, he comes to realize that relationships can be so much more than that

If you enjoy adult stuff when it's part of a bigger context, he ends up having to learn how to engage in intimacy that isn't just a greedy scramble to satisfy physical desires

You have a standing invitation to his body, and he'll bring it up frequently, but he finds way more satisfaction in the quiet security of being held by someone he loves, who loves him back

If you're not into it at all, he'll need a solid explanation of what's on and off the table and why before he learns what to and not to initiate. He wants to love you and be loved. That's all

[chiaraswritings]

Three Minutes To Twelve

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes. 18+.

Word Count: 463 words

Summary: Batman x gender neutral!reader, laying in bed, literally doing nothing but being fluffy lovebirds. Just a short fluff.

Author's note: This is my first time writing a gender neutral fic. I reread it several times in different gender perspectives, and it was steamy in each read. *cries in romance addict* I hope you enjoy.

Lying undressed in bed with someone you love is one of the most satisfying parts of life. Lying in the softest and richest bed in Gotham? Even better in my book. Warm, cozy comforters (yes, plural) were tucked around my body, pillows upon pillows were scattered all over the bed.

Pale, eerie moonlight shone gently over our bodies, the dreamy glow revealing the scars that decorated his body and the flickering of my exploring eyes. I studied the deepest of the scars, what used to be a long gash along his torso. His rough, calloused hands ran over my body, down my gently shaped waist, landing on my back. He pulled me closer. "Stop worrying."

"No," I replied, my fingertips dancing along the raised mark. I couldn't help but press my lips to it.

I could hear my lover's smile in the darkness. "You have to. It healed long ago."

Looking up into his captivating eyes, I rested my hand on his shoulder, nestling against his body. "I love you too much. I'm not going to stop."

He replied to this statement with a hungry, but somehow gentle, kiss. He was such a wonderful kisser. Hesitantly, I broke it to look over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Wasn't Batman planning on being out in the city by twelve?"

"Yes," his voice grumbled, his arms pulling me even tighter.

I chuckled, trying to wiggle from his grasp. "Heh, Batman's got three minutes to get ready, then."

The twinkle in his eye told me more than his words did. "Even Batman has things come up sometimes." He rested his forehead on mine, soaking in the warmth of my body.

"He could go out for a bit… come back, resume what he was doing," I press another kiss to this alluring man's lips.

He deepens the kiss I initiated, moving our bodies, pressing me into the bed, his large hands holding down my waist. When he breaks it, his lips move to my jawline, leaving the gentlest of kisses. "That takes time he would rather put towards something else."

A soft, content sigh leaves my lips as my eyes flutter close. This man's touch feels like warm honey, dripping and running over my body, his heat tingling through my core. No, Gotham was probably not going to be seeing Batman tonight, not unless something truly horrible arrived on stage. Not that I was complaining.

I stared up into the eyes of the one I loved the most. All I could feel at that moment was equally returned love. Shivers of affection coursed through my nerves as the gentle tapping of rain began to land on the roof above and the clock announced the arrival of midnight. Ah, good. Rainy, romantic nights were our favorite. And we were going to savor every second of this one.

[beevean]

I'm curious: what is your most favourite Sonic ship? And which friendship? ^-^

I'm actually not super into any Sonic ship lol. I like a few of them! But for reasons they all belong in the "👍" category

Sonamy has been my main ship since I was little, as I imagine was the case for many kids lol. I am very aware of how big and... passionate the fandom is lol, which gives the ship a bad name, and I sadly struggle to find content that appeals to me, because most people slot them in a classic romantic dynamic. I mentioned it in another post, but my favorite idea for Sonamy is them growing as very close friends, no longer fangirl and object of admiration but true equals, trusting each other and supporting each other. Sonic is more of an introvert who lets his guard down only when necessary, Amy is a bubbly and cheerful extrovert who wishes to make everyone happy, and together they can work and fight and travel together :)

Recently I've also warmed up to Sonelise! My criticism against Sonic's story in '06 prevents me from fully loving them, but the concept is very neat, and this is pretty much the fanon Sonamy most love. Elise is the prime example of someone shy and troubled to which Sonic taught the joy of life, and Sonic does enjoy Elise's presence, perhaps calms him. they cute :>

Knuxamy too! Now this is one hell of a rarepair lol. Of all things, the best Knuxamy content you can find in the wild is Sonic Universe #87-#90! I think they have potential! Again, like Sonamy, it doesn't have to be romantic with kissies and huggies lol, I just think they'd interact well! They seem to be very different, with Knuckles being stubborn and solitary and Amy being all bright and friendly, but both of them are also strong and passionate and reliable in times of need. I like the scenario where she keeps him company on Angel Island :3

Sonknux is my fave rival ship with Sonic lol, and it's not that deep. They have a fun "vitriolic best buds" thing going on. Sonic and Knuckles' interactions are by far my favorite part of Frontiers' story lmao. They butt heads but they respect each other and might even consider each other friends on a good day! Can't go wrong with that.

and special shoutout to sonegg, which i've secretly enjoyed since 2009. let me tell you how happy i was when lost world's plot rotated all around them interacting :p again, to be perfectly clear, it's not a "oh they secretly care about each other" ship, it's a "they want each other dead and yet they have known each other before anyone else, they are more similar than they'd like to admit, they have shaped each other until they have become inseparable, sonic loves the thrill eggman gives him and eggman is motivated by the desire to surpass sonic" ship. hot take but if eggman was an anthro they'd be all about their hot steamy rivalry :p

And when it comes to friendships you cannot go wrong with the classics Sonic and Tails, Amy and Cream, and Shadow and Rouge! All different kinds of unbreakable bonds :> Sonic and Tails are peak brOTP, they are just so 💖

[pointyhatspointyears]

When portraying romantic or sexual scenarios involving your OC, do you aim to inspire a particular response in the reader or viewer? Whether a warm fuzzy feeling, or getting really quite turned on (or possibly both)?

Oooh there's no short way for me to answer this sorrynotsorry :D since every scene is written for its own unique purpose, narrative or otherwise. But generally...

There are at least two ways for me to go about it. There are romantic/sex scenes I write as an inextricable part of the story, the same way I write (or gpose) any other dialogue scene to evoke whatever emotion it's aimed at, whether it's fluff or a fun way to provide some exposition with some added spice. Absolutely no reason why we can't have steamy scene that also advance the narrative.

I even have a sort of "relationship phase" roadmap kind of list for our OC relationships, and every phase can be written differently and is meant to evoke different emotions.

Example of different phases:

Tentative / Tumultuous Phase e.g. the Enemies stage of enemies-to-lovers. There's tension. There's discomfort. There's violating boundaries not yet established. There's awkwardness and fumbling and no small amount of aggression. Fun stage :D and absolutely aimed at evoking tension and discomfort (or maybe unlocking a new kink, who knows)

Growth Phase Characters are learning more about each other lore-wise as well as boundary-wise. Or in case of less healthy relationships, how to push each other's buttons even further. Can also help advance the story the most, whether it builds up to bliss or hell.

Bliss Phase Self-explanatory. Usually there's equal amounts of give and take. Or at least they've learned the perfect amount to give and take. All characters involved are having a blast. The honeymoon phase.

Hell Phase Characters probably hitting their respective rock bottoms. Maybe they realize it's not working out. Maybe one of them is already checked out emotionally but can't quite leave. Maybe there's loss of trust or damage they can't get over/address and the relationship is never properly repaired. Breakups, yanno. Haven't personally worked up the courage to portray anything like that in an intimate way..

Balsamic Phase? or end-stage phase. Some sort of denouement they go through that results in a much deeper sense of intimacy and / or closure to their romance and/or sex life. The old married couple phase, perhaps, or parting ways on good terms and staying good friends.

I have lists of bullet points describing how characters feel about each other under every stage. and not all relationships go through all nor necessarily in that order. Bet we can come up with a lot more stages for specific stories too. I'm very normal about this you see.

So that's the narrative-advancing way to go about it for me.

Then, let's be honest, there are pure sexfics that are aimed precisely at getting you off :D both equally fun but written very differently, the former being more dialogue-heavy and not necessarily conclusive, and the latter usually more uh… descriptive and slow-paced. Personally I do like that warm fuzzy feeling in the latter as well. and the not so fuzzy. They can be plugged into any of the above phases. Both are good <3 def love reading both at least personally.

Thank you for the juicy question!

Ship and OC Relationship Creative Process Ask List!

[electricea]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your muse(s)?

I don't really have any OTP for him but I do have a bias for any ship that involves a fellow Phantom Thief since I do think there's already a strong foundation for trust and friendship there and to me, the progression to a romantic relationship would feel more natural.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'd say most anything - like I've even said in my rules that I'm willing to do fade to blacks or to state or infer our muses have a sexual relationship (provided they would both be adults in said relationship) - I really only draw the line at writing sex/sexual acts or smut. I don't wish to write any of that and I'm not comfortable with it. Also, any sort of toxic or problematic relationship where it's abusive - physically, verbally, emotionally or otherwise - or in which one party is grooming the other or ignoring the other muse's boundaries or consent.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

For his main verse in which he's a teenager, I'd say I draw the line at shipping with eighteen, maybe nineteen year old muses - won't go any older than that if Ryuji is going to remain sixteen or seventeen. As for any alternate verses where he's aged up - that would honestly depend on the nature of the ship itself and how big the age gap is - but broadly, I'd say as long as they're both consenting adults, I don't see any issues - but with that being said, I probably wouldn't exactly be keen on shipping a freshly eighteen year old Ryuji with a thirty year old, for example.

Are you selective when shipping?

I don't really feel that I am - I look for chemistry first and foremost and I go from there - generally if someone expresses shipping to me or offers up a muse they'd like to ship with Ryuji then in nine out of ten instances, I'd say I'm pretty inclined to say yes - so long as the relationship isn't inappropriate or doesn't involve an adult being shipped with a teenager - also I guess what I try to keep an eye out and really look for is how that muse treats Ryuji - because if they're rude to him and don't really treat him all that well, then I would expect that to change - I'm not doing a ship where he continues to be treated like dirt.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Any removal of clothes or touching is where I'd consider it NSFW, personally.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

You don't have to explicitly ask - but bear in mind I'm not a mind reader so engagement on things like shipping calls, sending shippy memes does generally help because I am truly oblivious and have no clue when another mun is also interested in shipping - and to be fair, I do my part as well - I try to make shipping calls and show interest in shipping with others, so it's not just a one way street.

How often do you like to ship?

I kind of feel like I haven't shipped all that often lately - or at least, not many new ships - but I'd like to change that. Shipping's always quite fun.

Are you multiship?

Yep! Sorry, but shipping is just way too much fun to restrict it to only muse and plus I think part of the fun in being multi ship is that it allows you to explore a wide array of ships with all sorts of different muses and I try to treat each ship as its own individual, separate thing - so there's no cheating, no two-timing going on. There are no favourite ships, just a ton of really awesome ones with some amazing muns that I treasure equally.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Uh, is there a neither option for this question? I like talking ships but I'm not ship obsessed - I don't do the Spotify playlists and moodboards, the matching promos or drabbles, etc - but I do enjoy and appreciate them - and it's not as though I'm indifferent to or annoyed by ships. I just like them and I like sharing headcanons whenever one pops into my head.

What is your favourite ship in your current fandom?

I don't really have a favourite ship - that's part of the fun of Persona, yeah? Gotta ship 'em all! (So long as we're excluding the Joker ships with the actual adult women lmao.)

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Uhh, send me shippy memes, like my shipping call, just come running into my dm's, say you want to ship? Just say it outright honestly - I'm not great at picking up on clues or hints, so yeah I might need to hear it actually confirmed by the other mun that they do in fact want to ship, but once I know, I'm happy to get the ball rolling.

Tagged by: @gamenu (Thank you!)

Tagging: Whoever would like to give this a go!

[huntershowl-moving]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

tough to answer for an oc, but i'm gonna be honest, the oldest ride-or-die slowburn ship has been @tewwor's litho and i'll always be a little bit obsessed with him & seph.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhh obviously when one muse is a minor. other than that, i feel like... it depends so hard. if we're talking two adult humans, 10 yrs is fine as long as one of the muses is over like 25? generally the older the younger person is the less i'm bothered by an age gap. like if the younger person is in their 30s/40s/50s it's not a huge deal anymore. also obviously long lifespans/immortality are generally exempt as long as the other muse is ALSO AN ADULT.

as y'all can see by the list further down, seph's age ranges WILDLY between verses, timelines and dynamics (anywhere from a young teen to early 30s). i always try to keep her age relatively close to the ship partner's!

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

i'd play it as safe as possible and say as soon as things progress past a passionate makeout session SKJDHJKDHS

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

YES BIG TIME.... seph is such a difficult character to ship with. i LOVE shipping so i do have a decent amount of them on this blog, but it always requires chemistry, plotting, and a Lot of patience and toughness on the partner's part to deal with all the ABSOLUTE FUCKSHIT that comes with choosing to stay by her side.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

current: @tewwor — litho, jie & ricochet (polycule), lior & adal (polycule) @crowshoots — jesper @crowgreeds — kaz @vsagis — izuku (potential/future) @sevenbulletsavior — karen (potential/future) god i hope i'm not — forgetting anyone, please forgive me if so past: peaky blinders — tommy shelby daredevil — matt murdock arcane — silco (older verse obvi), vi (younger verse obvi) several OCs over the years. <3

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

IS THAT NOT CONSIDERED NORMAL???

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i am Obsessed. i've just made it so fucking difficult for myself YWHDSDHDSJ

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

n/a

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

just write & plot w me!! and if the vibe is there, we can chat about it! please always feel free to ask about it — as i said, i'm ship Obsessed (and love attention <3) so even if i don't feel the vibe, i'm still so happy to be reached out to.

generally, the types of people seph has the most romantic chemistry with are:

powerful crime boss types (tendency toward either healthy or toxic devotion. guard dog archetype. she would bare her throat to them)

equally angry, mean or violent mfers who oppose them at first (fight fight fight!!!! learn about each other!!! bonding!!!! look in the mirrors that are their eyes!!!! literary foils!!!!!! AAAAA!!!! forced proximity!!! enemies to lovers!!! so so many fun tropes here)

generally, conflict drives chemistry for seph! her brain's so fucked up man. so characters she sees as an equal in some way a++

other things that help: pre-established relationships (like childhood pals) when seph was younger/generally before hellhound, so that they know for a fact she didn't use to be a monster. "what happened to you." extreeeeemely juicy shit. / being part of the unseen's inner circle, which lends itself to trust / being her employer, which lends itself to loyalty.

tagged by : stoled from @noquirks <3

[limitlessscion]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I don't have any romantically for Satoru as a default from canon. However I am obsessed with platonic satosugu and platonic sashisu, and an extremely specific form of QPR sukugo (primary love language: trying to kill each other).

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I don't ship enough to have really developed a sense for any specific boundaries on the matter. In romance-like relationships I tend to stick to characters within a similar age bracket for younger muses, but anything goes when they're fully mature adults.

But this is just for my own writing, I'm not here to judge what other people want to do with their fictional characters.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

At the point where I get confused I guess LOL. I don't write smut not because I'm uncomfortable, but I just don't know how to and I don't have a great interest in doing so.

I do not mind my partners writing spicier things involving the muses and sharing thoughts with me though! I just struggle to reciprocate with details

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

In terms of traditional shipping as people think of it, yeah. I write Satoru as aroace and also just a generally abrasive person who is genuinely bad at connecting with other human beings. It requires a ton of work to build up a positive bond with him, with a lot of understanding from my partner and their muse, and I don't compromise on this part of my portrayal.

I try to find some kind of meaningful relationship of some sort with every muse I write with though!

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

@saiakv's suguru, as an intense friendship in their childhood, and a romance-like QPR in their adulthood

@strywoven's Kaen with an intense QPR

@antishaman's Suguru in their childhood, a romance-like QPR on Satoru's end

...do you see a trend. I also have strongly plotted platonic relationships I care about just as much, such as the ones with @drippingheart's suguru and megumi, and @vartouhix's jangmi !

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

I do not mind other characters having a crush or other kinds of feelings about Satoru without asking my permission, I will not dictate your muse's feelings. Whether Satoru will reciprocate that or not will be up to me.

But of course, things will work out the best if we discuss it and plot it further! Without a strong foundation, it's likely for Satoru to agree to relationships and then ruin it soon after from incompatibility— although that can also be fun to write

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I'm obsessed with building meaningful relationships and something you might see me bring up a lot of trying to find an "emotional core" for a relationship. I want to feel what exists between two characters enough that it can drive my writing, and it takes a lot of work to build up

But this is not necessarily for romantic ships. I like writing very strong, intense, human connections but I'm not bothered about it being specifically being a romantic one

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I answered all the ones for Satoru already but I'm also very invested in the platonic modern trio of Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just write with me. Plot. Exchange headcanons. We'll land on a relation"ship" of some sort eventually whether that's a more traditional ship, a friendship, mentor/mentee, or enemies, or some kind of situationship— whatever we develop I value it all equally

tagged by: @vartouhix

tagging: whoever wants to

[the-heartstring-chronicles]

For @para-amour and any others looking for P/C fic recs

These are some of my fave fics and authors so far:

Spontaneity by theramblinrose, I love babyfic and this story Spontaneity has one of the most loving and in character birth scenes of a P/C child where they are both present that I've seen to date in fic. You can find it linked below.

Spontaneity by theramblinrose

Then there is Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots. Basically Beverly watching "her friend and captain" Jean Luc handling an infant in an emergency situation and enjoying both his discomfort and his caring nature towards the baby in equal measure, with some longing for what could be and a cute last scene that definitely is romantic and potential family P/C. It can be accessed at the link below.

Cave Baby by Mighty_Oak_Roots

Now for two novel length fics

I loved Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian. I read it last year and was invested from the start. Without giving too much away, if one likes the plot we have this season with Jack, this is similar but on an extra intense level in terms of emotion, complexity and dynamics. It's set during TNG and It also allows Wesley to react to the storyline and process his own emotions about not being an only child and the circumstances! Highly recommend. It is however over 500 or so pages when downloaded as an epub, so even online, it is an all weekend read, at least. Link is below.

Snow Falling Softly by Mackillian

I had barely started In The Depth of Winter by Mackillian last year when I got pulled away by stuff in another fandom. It is the sequel to Snow Falling Softly. It redoes All Good Things in a way that centers the fallout from Snow Falling Softly. It seems just as good so I am looking forward to finishing it. It is 700 pages in epub though so it may need two full weekends to read. Link can be found below

The Depth of Winter by Mackillian

I am also including this single chapter vignette In Paradisum by Mackillian because it is the sequel to The Depth of Winter. I have not read it yet but skimmed the first few lines and the writing seems on par with the two novels. You need to read them to understand this piece. Link to In Paradisum ready below

In Paradisum by Mackillian

Now for authors from whom I recommend reading everything they've written for the pairing:

I am absolutely loving everything I've read so far written for P/C by pktechgirlus. The style is spot on and very emotional while also at times being humorous and steamy. My favorite so far from this author is the story "Never And Always" but all I've read so far are incredible. Some are semi explicit, some are not (Warning, not all end happily) Here is the link to the author's TNG fics,

pktechgirlus's TNG Fics for P/C

There is also one for them from the Picard era which I love too, you can find that below

Vignette by pktechgirlus

And finally, the author I feel has the most solid, in character grasp on P/C in totality. @ussjellyfish. I adore reading their work because they understand the multi facets and deep humanity that is at the core of P/C. They can both perfectly write P/C playing on the holodeck, or saving each other from certain death even by committing violence in defense of the other or breaking laws/oaths. They keep P/C's love paramount, but also allow for mistakes to be made by each and vulnerability to be shown. Even the way they write physical intimacy between P/C feels like P/C and not "insert couple here" and I usually skip sex scenes now because I've been in so many fandoms that reading those scenes are a dime a dozen , but not those written by USSJellyfish, they actually make me care about seeing these characters enjoy each other.

They have both long novel length fics for P/C that are part of a series. and shorter one shot pieces.

The novel series starts with the fic Fair Trade and is several novel length fics long. I haven't finished the entire series yet but I am enthralled by what I have finished of it.

And some of my favorite shorter fics of theirs for P/C are Kindling and Lifeline, both are hurt/comfort fics of a sort. Kindling is explicit.

As I said though, I recommend reading all of their fics for P/C so I am putting a link that leads to all of their P/C fic below.

USSJellyfish's P/C Fics

(They also write Beverly/Kathryn fic, Beverly/Deanna fic, Riker/ Beverly fic, and other pairings on TNG, Fic for several parings on Discovery, and for several on Voyager including Chakotay/Paris and J/C. so much to read!)

Happy reading everyone, I hope this list was helpful!

[ekebolou]

Hey, so I mentioned that 'Academy Romances' are a hugely popular form of literature in the Capitol in the Kostas universe, right? And that they are sometimes thinly veiled true stories, yeah? And that that means that of course there are 8 million absolute garbage publicly circulated accounts of Cole and Nika's romance as cadets, right?

They drop off SEVERELY in popularity once the war starts, by the way. Nobody wants one of the foremost generals of the nation associated with a traitor.

BUT before then it's like, a seriously thriving sub-genre of bawdy romance, and of course a cadet can make a bit of money selling rumors if they can get outside the gates to do it. And writers are perfectly capable of making shit up on their own, naturally. And the first Midraeic ever to be at the Academy is like, prime story material.

So there's an embarrassing explosion of stories about 'seducing the Midraeic' or that cast him as a horrible villain persecuting romantic couples, etc, etc etc, because he's equal parts thirst trap and stock villain material in the already-trope-laden genre (Ainjir loves itself a 'let me teach you to love' story almost as much as it loves 'othering foreigners', which I assume is a pretty recognizable dichotomy).

But also, purists of the genre leave him out entirely - after all, he's a total anomaly, and anyway Midraeics aren't supposed to partake of the same-sex romance that is the main stream of Academy romance. Which means he also is a central interest to the heterosexual brand of romance, where him being a villain is spiced up with steamy instances of him seducing the non-cadet member of the romantic pair at the center of the story.

So fictional Nika gets A LOT of play, is what I'm saying.

Neither Cole nor Nika read these as a matter of course. Nika is too busy, and anyway, doesn't want to know, and Cole gets annoyed, and anyway, doesn't take it seriously, except as a gauge of his popularity as a public figure.

BUT it is a matter of some vexation to Cole that Nika, of all people, gets more play than him in the in-universe fictional world of the Academy.

[he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle]

Getting To Know Your BL Mutuals

I was tagged by @gunsatthaphan thank you so much! I've never done one of these before, but it seems fun.

So here I go. rules: answer the questions and @ some people. include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answer.

What have been the BLs that took you by surprise this year?

1. Between Us - I had to drop UWMA because I couldn't handle how hard Pharm was playing into the Blushing Maiden trope. Boy really just looked like he did not enjoy the physical part of their relationship at all, and it made it uncomfortable to watch. Also the reincarnated soulmate tragic death bit was just not doing it for me. I was afraid Between Us would be more of the same, BUT IT'S NOT! It's actually really good so far and Win and Team have explosive on screen chemistry. I guess all the work Boun and Prem have done together since 2019 has really paid off!

2. Old Fashion Cupcake - Mostly because I'd never heard of it. It just showed up on my Viki recommendations one day and was exactly what I was in the mood for. As always with Japan, the production values are perfect, the cinematography is excellent, and the acting was brilliant. I also loved seeing a romantic lead who was 39. (I'm 46, so it's nice to see representation nearer my age!)

3. My Only 12% - I generally dislike High School BLs because their characters are younger than my sons and it's hard for me to relate unless their acting is surprisingly good. And that's what happened here! SantaEarth knocked it out of the park. I laughed with them, cried with them, oooed and awed with them. They really made me feel it all!

What have been the BLs that you felt a bit a lot disappointed with this year?

1. Check Out - I mean, episode 0 was killer. How did they drop the ball this badly???

2. Coffee Melody - It started out with pretty production values and made me hope everything would be equally as excellent. But it was just so boring.

What has been your favorite BL this year?

Hard call! I think I have to answer this by country because they all approach BL so differently. Also only addressing shows that started airing in 2022, so that automatically removes Bad Buddy and Not Me from the running.

Japan - Old Fashion Cupcake. See above!

South Korea - Semantic Error. I was afraid of the bullying plot, but when I watched it, it just seemed funny. They somehow struck that magic balance of making Jae Young irritating and attractive without being an actual asshole. Plus I loved the excellent production values, tight plotting, hilarious dialog, Yu Na being a hot af bisexual babe, and the excellent kissing game our leads brought to the screen.

Thailand - Kinnporsche the Series. I liked the way they improved so much of the gross from the books so the story made more sense and wasn't as offensive. But I really enjoyed the excellent cinematography, the acting from literally every cast member, and the distinctly Thai humor. It's also obviously very big budget and just LOOKS expensive, you know? Like something I'd see on American or Korean TV. Even the violence looks real, which is something Thailand usually has a very hard time pulling off. Plus the cast is just so pretty. I'm also a huge sucker for darker narratives, so it was refreshing to see one mixed in with so many fun BL tropes. I expected to be massively disappointed by this drama and was pleasantly surprised instead.

Favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

Actors or characters? I want to answer actors because that's more fun to me.

1. I am forever indebted to MaxTul because I really needed to see their steamy physical chemistry back in 2018. My intro to BL happened when I stumbled upon Advance Bravely on YouTube. It was so much fun to see fanfic tropes between two men! But the ending was wonky AF because of Chinese censorship. So I asked around on Tumblr for more manly men doing fanfic shows, and found out that BL was a whole Thing and the epitome of manliness was in Together with Me. Was the girlfriend plot obnoxious? Yes. Did MaxTul deliver believable chemistry anyway? Yes. If I hadn't seen them, I probably would have given up on BL because the next few I watched didn't do it for me at all (Love Sick, Sotus, Puppy Honey, Kiss Me Again). But because I knew couples like MaxTul were out there acting their hearts out, I made it through my BL dryspell and into 2019 and shows that I actually did love (like Theory of Love and Deep Blue Kiss).

2. Offgun because they clearly enjoy each other's company, they're in it for the long haul, and their fans aren't rabid shippers. Gun's acting was always leagues beyond his co-stars, but Off has completely risen to that challenge and become formidable in his own right. I also adore how Gun has clearly melted Off's heart over the years. Watching his real life evolution from being touch averse to actually initiating physical intimacy with Gun over the years is like watching a slow burn 140k+ word fanfic unfold right in front of me. I think their fans not straying into delusionally obsessed crazies is also a sign that they're good guys managing their coupledom like pros.

3. FirstKhao because they surprised me so much with The Eclipse. I knew they were decent actors on their own, but together they're 🔥🔥🔥. Also I really enjoy their personalities outside of their performances. I am excited they decided to cobrand, and I am hoping to see more stellar acting from them in the future!

What's your non-BL favorite this year?

Oooo. This is hard! Do I answer based on how many times I re-watched a 2022 show, or how high quality I think it was, or how well I rated it?

Sh**ting Stars wins if we're talking about the number of times I re-watched it. It's a no drama romcom from South Korea. A celebrity and his PR manager have been frenemies for a decade then realize they're in love. It's got killer banter and good side characters, is laugh out loud funny, has no annoying tropes, and has 5 side couples (and you will root for all of them).

But based on acting and script and cinematography? My Liberation Notes knocked it out of the park! It's a slice of life South Korean drama. 3 siblings in their 30s feel stuck by life. The youngest decides to liberate herself from disliking everyone by choosing to like a nameless stranger unconditionally. This is the story of the ripple effects from that one decision.

Time to tag people! (not sure if all of these are mutuals but imma tag you either way so deal with it!! 💜)

@stefanyd @rythyme @piningbisexuals @disaster-j @spicyvampire @syrinth @machikeita

[foraltruism]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I have a lot of muses, 37 to be exact. It would be a hassle to name all my OTPs.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I'm generally fine with shipping muses who're as young as 21 to be shipped with any equally legal age almost (as long as its not creepy, or too toxic or there's a power imbalance). Teenships can't be all that avoided, however I like to ship within same-like general grades, if that makes sense.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

I say as soon as hands start slipping under clothes imo? When certain parts are probably mentioned as well?

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Aha, yea tbh...

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Read no 2 + OCs are fine!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Yea, but having a shipping call we both like is kinda conformation on that end.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Obsessed.... I'm a hopeless romantic. I adore seeing muses fall in love; i adore seeing my muses fall in love. There's just something about it that makes life tolerable for me....

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

Yes!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I'm in a lot of fandoms...

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Ask me! Like my shipping calls. Get obsessed with me in DMs about ships (all kinds of ships, not just romance; but platonic, familial, exes, childhood friends etc.). I like to think I'm easy to talk to but kdhkdnd idk tbh.

tag: stolen from @isolov, so u can steal it from me too :)

[muiitoloko]

OMG OMG OMG I LOVED YOUR RECENT ALAN FIC! The unscripted love one! Would you be willing to do a part 2? Like reader has a new project and being paired with a heartthrob celebrity who is charming and kind.

Alan is professional and is proud of her but he can't help but be all jealous and possessive. Especially when fans create tiktok edits of her and the actor lol or even make fanfics about them HAHAHAHA.

Something along those line but u can totally add or remove plots to ur liking.

Title: The Price of Fame.

Summary: Caught between the pressures of a public career and his private insecurities, Alan grapples with the jealousy that arises from seeing you with Colin Firth.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Author's Notes: Thanks for your request! I hope this hits the spot for you! 😊

First, Second and Third part here.

Also read on Ao3

Weeks passed, and to your relief, the media frenzy over your public kiss with Alan quickly died down. The video that had circulated online, capturing that intimate moment between the two of you, had initially sparked some curiosity, but it wasn't long before it was overshadowed by other headlines. After all, you were known for your spontaneous nature, having surprised more than one interviewer or co-star with a playful kiss in the past. So, when you and Alan brushed off the incident as just a bit of fun between friends, the public and the press accepted it without much fuss.

Still, there was a secret between you and Alan that the world didn't know: that the kiss was no joke, and that you had finally confessed your feelings to each other. But with both of your careers in the spotlight and your publicist insisting that any romantic entanglements remain under wraps—at least until the release of your upcoming film—you and Alan agreed to keep your relationship private for the time being. It wasn’t ideal, but you both understood the need to keep things quiet, especially given the delicate nature of your current project.

The film you were promoting was a steamy romance that had already garnered a lot of attention, particularly because of the sizzling chemistry between you and your co-star. Fans had been shipping the two of you ever since the trailer dropped, and your publicist was determined to capitalize on that buzz. You found yourself immersed in a whirlwind of interviews, photoshoots, and press junkets, all designed to build anticipation for the movie. You played along, laughing and flirting with your co-star in front of the cameras, knowing that this was all part of the job.

Alan, always the supportive partner, understood the situation completely, even though it wasn’t always easy. He knew your professional duties meant you had to maintain the illusion of an on-screen romance, and he never once complained.

But one evening, Alan found himself in his study, the warm glow of a desk lamp casting soft shadows as he leaned back in his chair, his hazel eyes fixed on his laptop screen. The faint sound of your voice filled the room, and Alan’s fingers drummed absentmindedly on the edge of his desk—a habit he couldn’t shake when he was deep in thought. The YouTube video played on, showing you and Colin Firth, your co-star, sitting together during an interview for your latest film.

He had only recently learned how to navigate YouTube, thanks to your patient instruction, and while he was still a little unsure of how to access most features, Alan had managed to find this particular interview without much trouble. At first, he had clicked on it out of curiosity, wanting to see how you handled the press, but as the video progressed, he found himself growing increasingly unsettled.

Onscreen, you were your usual charming, mischievous self, flashing that brilliant smile of yours as you exchanged playful banter with Colin. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, a fact that made Alan’s stomach twist in ways he didn’t want to admit. Colin, ever the gentleman, was equally engaging, his deep voice complementing yours as you shared inside jokes and light touches that sent waves of laughter through the audience.

Alan tried to remind himself that it was all part of the act, part of the job. You had both agreed to keep your relationship private, and he knew better than anyone how important it was for you to maintain the illusion of romance with Colin for the sake of the film. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

As the interview continued, Alan couldn’t help but notice the way Colin’s hand would occasionally brush against yours, or the way your eyes would linger on him just a bit longer than necessary. Each little gesture, each subtle glance, felt like a small dagger twisting in Alan’s chest, though he would never admit it to himself.

Then, the interviewer brought up the topic of on-screen chemistry, asking how the two of you managed to create such a believable connection in the film. You laughed, your voice light and teasing as you replied, "Well, Colin is just so easy to fall in love with, isn’t he? I mean, who wouldn’t be charmed by Mr. Darcy?"

The audience erupted in laughter, and Colin played along with a modest grin, shrugging as if to say, "What can I do?" The two of you shared a look, one of those knowing, conspiratorial glances that sent a fresh wave of jealousy coursing through Alan. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain composed as he continued to watch, his heart heavy with a mixture of frustration and longing.

When the interview finally ended, Alan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He closed the laptop with a bit more force than necessary, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. He knew it was foolish to feel this way, especially since you had made it clear that your feelings for him were genuine. But still, seeing you with Colin, seeing the way the world reacted to your on-screen romance, it was hard not to let that seed of jealousy take root.

Out of curiosity, Alan reopened the laptop and scrolled down to the comments section of the video. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but something compelled him to see what the public had to say. As he skimmed through the comments, his eyes caught on a few that only served to deepen the bitter taste in his mouth.

"OMG, the chemistry between [Your Name] and Colin is insane! They’re definitely dating IRL, right?"

"I’m convinced they’re secretly together. Did you see the way they looked at each other?"

"Sorry, but that kiss with Alan Rickman was so awkward. There’s no way they’re a real couple. He’s too old for her anyway."

Alan felt a pang of anger and hurt at that last comment, but he tried to push it aside, reminding himself that these were just random people on the internet, people who knew nothing about the real connection he shared with you. Still, it stung. He had always been a bit self-deprecating, aware of the age difference between the two of you, but hearing others voice those doubts brought them to the forefront of his mind.

He clicked on the comment about the kiss, and as the responses loaded, he scanned through them with a mixture of dread and curiosity.

One response read, "I thought the kiss was sweet! Alan Rickman is such a classy guy, and you can tell he really cares about her."

Another, less kind comment said, "I don’t get it. Why would she go for him when she has someone like Colin around? The chemistry is so forced with Alan."

Alan sighed, closing the laptop again and rubbing his temples. He didn’t want to let these comments get to him, but they did. He couldn’t help but compare himself to Colin—tall, handsome, charming Colin, who was much closer to your age and clearly had the world wrapped around his finger.

He stood up from his desk, pacing the room as he tried to shake off the gnawing feeling of insecurity. He hated that he felt this way, hated that he was letting a silly interview and a few comments online make him doubt himself and, by extension, you. But the truth was, he was scared. Scared of losing you, scared that you might one day wake up and realize that you deserved someone younger, someone more vibrant, someone like Colin.

Alan sighed deeply, trying to push the unsettling thoughts from his mind as he made his way to the bathroom. The tension in his chest hadn’t eased since he’d closed the laptop, and he hoped that a splash of cold water might help clear his head. As he flicked on the light and approached the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and paused, his gaze lingering on his own features.

It was an involuntary habit—this analyzing of himself. His eyes traced the lines on his face, the creases at the corners of his eyes, the silver strands that now took up almost all of his hair. He noticed the slight droop at the corners of his mouth, the way time had subtly reshaped the contours of his face. His hazel eyes, once so vibrant, seemed a bit more tired now, as if the weight of the years had dimmed their light.

He leaned closer to the mirror, examining every little imperfection, each line, each wrinkle, as if they held the answers to the doubts that had been plaguing him. His gaze fell on his nose—his hooked nose, as he had often heard it called. It had been a defining feature for as long as he could remember, one he’d grown accustomed to, even if he’d never quite made peace with it. He traced the curve with his eyes, wondering if that, too, was something that made him less appealing in the eyes of others.

As he studied his reflection, his thoughts drifted to his teeth. He smiled faintly, though the gesture lacked its usual warmth. His teeth, at least, were one of the few things he didn’t scrutinize too harshly. The top teeth were perfectly aligned, great for photos, and gave him a smile that was charming enough to disarm even the most skeptical of critics. but the bottom teeth nagged at him. Were like little reminders that he was far from perfect.

Alan sighed again, his breath fogging the mirror slightly as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "Damn," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration. He wished he could turn off the part of his mind that constantly compared himself to others, especially to someone like Colin Firth.

But then, a small, self-deprecating smile tugged at his lips. "At least Firth doesn't have a baritone voice," he thought to himself, his tone dry as he spoke aloud. It was true—his voice was one of the few things he took pride in. It was deep, rich, a voice that had captivated audiences on stage and screen alike. Women, and indeed many men, had often complimented him on it, and he couldn’t deny that it had served him well over the years.

He chuckled softly, though the sound was tinged with a hint of bitterness. His drama teacher’s words from so many years ago came back to him, echoing in his mind. "Rickman," she had said, her tone sharp as she critiqued his performance, "your voice sounds like it’s coming out of the back end of a drain pipe."

At the time, the comment had stung, but Alan had learned to take it in stride, even to laugh about it. He had proved her wrong, after all. His voice had become his signature, something that set him apart, something that made him uniquely Alan Rickman. But even now, after all these years, he couldn’t help but let those old insecurities creep back in when he was feeling vulnerable.

He straightened up, running a hand through his hair as he stared at his reflection with a mixture of resignation and determination. "Stop it," he told himself firmly, his voice carrying a note of command. "You’re Alan bloody Rickman, for God’s sake. You’ve done more with that drain pipe voice and hooked nose than most men could ever dream of."

The words were meant to bolster his confidence, but the lingering doubt remained, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts. He knew he shouldn’t let himself be dragged down by comparisons or by what strangers on the internet thought. He knew better than to let a few comments shake his confidence in the relationship he had with you, the woman he loved.

But knowing and feeling were two very different things, and no amount of self-talk could fully banish the insecurities that had taken root. Alan splashed some cold water on his face, hoping to wash away the lingering doubts. The shock of the cool water against his skin jolted him back to the present, and he took a deep breath, letting the water drip from his chin as he stared into the mirror.

"She loves you," he whispered to himself, the words a quiet affirmation. "She chose you."

It was a simple truth, one that he needed to hold onto. You had confessed your feelings to him, had chosen to be with him despite everything. That was what mattered. Not the comments, not the comparisons, not even the whispers of doubt that lingered in his mind. What mattered was the bond you shared, the connection that had grown between you, and the love that had been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged.

Alan straightened up, a renewed sense of determination settling over him. He would not let his insecurities undermine what the two of you had built together. He would not let his own self-doubt taint the happiness you both deserved.

With one last glance in the mirror, he turned off the light and left the bathroom, his steps more confident now as he headed back to his study. He needed to call you, to hear your voice, to remind himself of the connection you shared. And perhaps, once he heard your laugh, your voice filled with that familiar warmth, he would finally be able to shake off the lingering doubts and focus on what truly mattered—your love for each other.

As he reached for his phone, a small smile played on his lips. He knew that, despite everything, he was a lucky man. Lucky to have found someone like you, lucky to have your love and support, and lucky to have a voice that, despite his old drama teacher’s critique, had become one of his most cherished assets.

He dialed your number, the sound of your voice on the other end bringing an immediate sense of comfort. "Hello, love," he said, his tone warm and affectionate. "I was just thinking about you."

And as your laughter filled his ears, all the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him earlier began to fade away, replaced by the steady, reassuring beat of his love for you.

Alan lay back on the couch, his cell phone pressed to his ear, listening intently as you recounted the details of your day. He stretched his legs out, settling into a comfortable position as your voice filled the room, a soothing presence that made the lingering tension from earlier begin to fade. He smiled to himself, enjoying the familiar rhythm of your words, the way you always managed to make even the simplest events sound interesting.

"I received some scripts today," you were saying, your tone tinged with excitement. "I can’t talk about them in detail just yet, but they were definitely intriguing. I’m seriously considering one of them."

Alan’s ears perked up at the mention of new projects, a mix of pride and curiosity swirling within him. "Sounds exciting," he replied, his baritone voice warm with encouragement. "Anything that caught your eye in particular?"

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "There’s one that really stood out to me. It’s different from anything I’ve done before, and I think it could be a great challenge. But I’m still weighing my options."

Alan nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. He admired your thoughtful approach to choosing roles, always ensuring that each project would push your boundaries and allow you to grow as an actress. "I have no doubt you’ll choose the right one," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine belief in your talent. "You always do."

You laughed lightly, the sound bringing a smile to Alan’s face. "Thanks, Alan. That means a lot coming from you."

There was a brief pause before you continued, your tone shifting to one of casual familiarity. "Oh, and I forgot to mention—I went to lunch with Colin today."

The words hung in the air, and Alan bit his tongue, forcing himself to maintain a neutral expression. He felt a flicker of jealousy, a possessiveness that he didn’t particularly like but couldn’t completely shake off. The image of you and Colin together, laughing and sharing a meal, made his chest tighten. He reminded himself that it was just lunch, something you had done with countless friends and colleagues before.

"He’s so funny and charming," you added, your voice filled with genuine affection. "A real British gentleman. We had such a good time, just catching up and talking about the film."

Alan felt a knot form in his stomach, though he kept his tone light. "I’m glad you had a good time," he said, though he couldn’t entirely mask the slight edge in his voice. "Colin does have a way of making people feel at ease."

You picked up on the change in his tone, and there was a pause on your end before you responded, your voice softer now. "Are you okay, Alan? You sound… different."

Alan sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He knew he couldn’t let his insecurities get the better of him, especially not with you. "I’m fine," he replied, though he could hear the hesitation in his own voice. "It’s just… I suppose I’m a little jealous."

There was a moment of silence before you spoke again, your tone gentle and understanding. "Jealous? Of Colin?"

Alan smiled faintly, though it was tinged with a hint of self-deprecation. "It’s silly, really. I know you’re just friends, and I trust you completely. But I can’t help feeling a bit… possessive, I suppose. Especially when I hear about how charming and wonderful he is."

You let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and reassuring. "Alan, you have nothing to worry about. Colin is a great friend, but he’s just that—a friend. You’re the one I’m in love with, remember?"

Alan’s heart swelled at your words, the knot in his stomach loosening. He knew you meant it, knew that your feelings for him were genuine. But the insecurity lingered, just below the surface, a reminder of his own fears.

"I do remember," he replied, his voice softening as he spoke. "But sometimes, it’s hard not to feel a bit insecure. Especially when I think about how easy it would be for someone like Colin to sweep you off your feet."

You sighed, your voice filled with affection as you responded, "Alan, before you were my boyfriend, you were my best friend. And that means so much more to me than anything else. I chose you because I love you for who you are, not for who you think you need to be."

Alan felt a rush of warmth at your words, his heart beating a little faster. "I suppose I forget that sometimes," he admitted, his tone more self-assured now. "I just want to make sure you’re happy, that you know how much you mean to me."

"You make me incredibly happy, Alan," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I don’t need anyone else to do that. Just you."

Alan’s smile widened, the last remnants of his jealousy melting away. "Well, in that case, I’ll do my best to keep being the charming, slightly self-deprecating man you fell in love with."

You laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "That’s all I could ever ask for, Alan."

Both of you were silent for a moment, the warmth of your conversation settling between you. The comfort of knowing that your feelings were shared, that your insecurities were understood, made the silence feel almost intimate. It was you who eventually broke the stillness, your voice teasing as you said, "You know, Alan, I actually like you a little possessive."

Alan's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a curious smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He turned on the sofa, lying on his side, cradling the phone against his ear. "Oh? You like me possessive, do you?" he asked, his tone light but tinged with genuine curiosity. "And why is that, my dear? I thought I was supposed to be the epitome of British restraint."

You laughed softly, the sound filling him with a warm sense of contentment. "You are," you replied, your tone playful. "But there’s something exciting about a man being possessive of his girl. It’s like those dark romance fanfics I read."

Alan's curiosity was piqued, and he raised an eyebrow, even though you couldn’t see it. "Fanfics?" he repeated, his voice laced with intrigue. "I’m not entirely sure I know what that is. Care to enlighten me?"

You grinned, loving the opportunity to explain something so modern and yet so deeply ingrained in internet culture to him. "Fanfics, short for fan fiction, are stories written by fans of a particular book, movie, or even a real person. They take the characters or people they love and create new stories about them—sometimes completely different from the original plot."

Alan hummed thoughtfully, turning the idea over in his mind. "So, these are stories written by fans about, say, a character from a film or even about… well, an actor like me?"

You hesitated for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you replied, "Well, mostly Severus Snape, but yes, there’s some about you too."

Alan’s curiosity deepened, his voice now carrying a hint of amusement. "About me? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given the… well, let’s call it the legacy of Snape. But what do they write about? I can’t imagine there’s much material to work with."

You hummed over the phone, the playful tone in your voice making Alan’s heart skip a beat. "Oh, you’d be surprised, Alan," you teased. "In fact, I once read a fanfic about you on Wattpad where you were quite the flirt. Spreading your seed around, as they put it."

Alan couldn’t help but laugh, the deep sound rumbling through the phone. "Spreading my seed, you say? My, that’s quite the image. I take it this version of me is rather… shall we say, prolific?"

You giggled, the sound bringing a smile to his lips. "Yes, and it’s amazing how most authors paint you as a god of sex. You’d be shocked by some of the things people write about you. Well, not you specifically—mostly Snape—but still."

Alan was both amused and intrigued, a mixture of flattery and disbelief coloring his thoughts. "A god of sex, hmm? I suppose I should be flattered, though I must say, I never imagined myself being portrayed in such a… shall we say, enthusiastic manner."

You could hear the amusement in his voice, and it made you grin even wider. "Oh, Alan, you have no idea. There are entire fanfics dedicated to just how irresistible you are—how women can’t help but fall at your feet."

Alan chuckled again, the sound filled with a mixture of humility and curiosity. "It’s rather fascinating, really. The idea that people would take the time to write stories about me, or at least a version of me. But I must admit, I’m a bit curious. What do these fanfics usually entail? Am I always the flirtatious rogue, or do they explore other facets of my… shall we say, charming personality?"

You hesitated for a moment, knowing that some fanfics delved into rather explicit territory. But then you decided to tease him a little. "Well, it varies. Some portray you as a dark, brooding figure with a heart of gold. Others have you as a misunderstood genius, and yes, quite a few make you the ultimate seducer. But all of them seem to agree on one thing—you’re incredibly sexy."

Alan couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rich and warm. "Sexy, am I? Well, I suppose I can’t argue with that. Though I must say, it’s rather flattering to know that people see me in such a light. Perhaps I should start reading some of these fanfics myself—see if they live up to the legend."

You giggled, imagining Alan diving into the world of fan fiction. "I’m not sure you’re ready for that, Alan. Some of them are… well, let’s just say they’re very detailed."

Alan’s curiosity only grew at your words, and he couldn’t resist the urge to probe further. "Detailed, you say? I must admit, you’ve piqued my interest. Perhaps you could read one to me sometime? I’d be interested to see just how these talented writers envision me."

You blushed at the thought of reading some of the more explicit fanfics to him, but you couldn’t deny the thrill it gave you. "Maybe," you teased, your voice playful. "But only if you promise not to judge me for my taste in literature."

Alan chuckled softly, his tone warm and affectionate. "My dear, I could never judge you. After all, you’ve already read one about me spreading my seed around, and you still love me. I’d say that’s quite the testament to your open-mindedness."

You laughed, feeling the last of your earlier tension melt away. "Well, in that case, maybe we’ll have to schedule a little fanfic reading session. But I warn you, some of them might make you blush."

Alan’s smile widened, his heart swelling with affection for you. "I look forward to it, my dear. And who knows? Perhaps I’ll find some inspiration for my next role. After all, it seems I have quite the reputation to live up to."

Later that evening, after saying goodbye to you and hanging up the phone, Alan returned to his study, settling back into his chair with a sigh. He reached for the script on his desk, the one for the comedy film, and flipped it open, skimming through the pages. But try as he might, he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to the conversation he'd had with you, particularly the part about the fanfics. The idea of these stories, these alternate realities where he was portrayed as a seductive figure, had piqued his curiosity more than he cared to admit.

After a few futile attempts to focus on the script, Alan set it aside with a resigned sigh. His gaze drifted to his laptop, and before he could stop himself, he was reaching for it, the glow of the screen casting a soft light across his features as he opened it and began to type.

"Fanfiction about Alan Rickman," he muttered to himself as he entered the search query, half-amused, half-apprehensive about what he might find.

The search results flooded in almost instantly, a mix of titles, summaries, and fan sites dedicated to his roles, particularly that of Severus Snape. Alan's eyes scanned the screen, his curiosity growing as he clicked on one of the links, leading him to a popular fanfiction website. The homepage was filled with categories, tags, and featured stories, many of which prominently displayed his name.

Alan hesitated for a moment, his finger hovering over the touchpad. He knew that this was a rabbit hole he could easily get lost in, but the pull of curiosity was too strong to resist. He clicked on the "Severus Snape" tag and was immediately presented with a list of stories, each with its own summary and tags. Some were more innocent, focusing on romance and drama, while others... well, they were decidedly more explicit.

He clicked on one of the top-rated stories, his eyes widening slightly as he skimmed the first few paragraphs. The writing was surprisingly good, the descriptions vivid, and the portrayal of Snape, while not entirely accurate to how he had played the character, was intriguing. But it was the explicit scenes that caught him off guard—detailed descriptions of Snape engaging in passionate, almost primal encounters that left little to the imagination.

Alan leaned back in his chair, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A god of sex indeed," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. It was both flattering and a little unnerving to see himself—or rather, a version of himself—depicted in such a way. But as curious as he was, he knew that this was just one corner of the fanfiction world. There were other stories, other pairings that might be even more surprising.

A thought crossed his mind, and before he could second-guess himself, he typed in your name along with his. The results that popped up were both fascinating and a little shocking. There were stories featuring the two of you together, some sweet and romantic, others steamy and explicit. Alan couldn't help but smile at the thought of you being paired with him in the minds of fans, their imaginations running wild with the possibilities.

But as he continued to scroll, he noticed something else—stories featuring you and Colin Firth. A small, unwelcome pang of jealousy twisted in his gut as he clicked on one of the stories, his curiosity now tinged with apprehension.

The story was titled something innocuous, but the summary hinted at a much more intimate scenario: "After a long day of interviews, [Your Name] and Colin Firth find solace in each other’s arms, their secret romance finally taking a passionate turn."

Alan's heart sank slightly as he began to read, the words on the screen blurring together as his mind tried to process what he was seeing. The story was explicit—graphic, even—detailing a secret, torrid affair between you and Colin, filled with stolen glances, heated kisses, and moments of passion behind closed doors. The more he read, the more his jealousy grew, until he could barely stand it.

"Good Lord," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face as he closed the laptop with a bit more force than necessary. "I didn't need to see that."

Alan leaned back in his chair, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings that the story had stirred up. He knew it was just fiction, just the product of someone's overactive imagination, but it still struck a nerve. The idea of you and Colin, even in a fictional context, sharing such an intimate connection, was enough to make his blood boil.

He stood up, pacing the room in an attempt to clear his head. The rational part of his mind knew that he was being ridiculous—after all, you had made it clear that you loved him, not Colin. But the irrational part, the part that was fueled by jealousy and insecurity, couldn’t help but wonder. What if there was more to your relationship with Colin than you were letting on? What if those playful touches and lingering glances weren’t just for the cameras?

Alan clenched his fists, frustrated with himself for letting these thoughts take hold. "Get a grip, Rickman," he muttered under his breath. "You’re letting a piece of fanfiction get under your skin."

He knew he needed to talk to you, to hear your voice and reassure himself that everything was fine. But it was late, and he didn’t want to disturb you, especially over something as trivial as this. Still, the thought of you and Colin lingered in his mind, like a dark cloud that refused to dissipate.

Finally, Alan returned to his desk, sitting down heavily in his chair. He stared at the script, but the words swam before his eyes, his mind too preoccupied to focus. The fanfiction had opened a door he wasn’t sure he could close—a door that led to a world where his deepest insecurities were laid bare.

He knew that the only way to quell his jealousy was to trust in your relationship, to trust that what you had was real and strong enough to withstand the pressures of your careers. But that was easier said than done, especially when his own doubts kept creeping back in.

With a heavy sigh, Alan closed the script and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. He needed to find a way to push these thoughts aside, to remind himself that you had chosen him, that you loved him for who he was, not for who he thought he needed to be.

But as the night wore on, those insecurities remained, a constant, nagging presence in the back of his mind. And as much as he tried to ignore them, he knew that they would continue to haunt him until he could confront them head-on—until he could find the courage to talk to you about how he was feeling, about the fears and doubts that had been gnawing at him ever since that video surfaced.

For now, though, all he could do was wait and hope that the next time he saw you, those fears would begin to fade, replaced by the warmth and love that had always been there between you. Because in the end, that was what truly mattered—your love for each other, not the fantasies of strangers on the internet.

But until then, Alan knew he would have to wrestle with those demons on his own, finding a way to silence the voices that told him he wasn’t good enough, that he wasn’t the man you deserved. And as he finally closed his laptop for the night, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever truly be able to silence them.

[woodblxssomcrowned]

A, D and W for Kaname, please~<3?

A-Z SMut headcanons || Accepting

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they’re romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren’t?

Depending on the verse Kaname does have a kind of friend with benefits relationship with another Senju, which is the only way she’d go if it wasn’t with a romantic partner. She likes to have a connection to the person she’s sleeping with, so friends with benefits is for sure preferable to one-night-stands. Even if there’s no romantic attraction, a certain level of established trust and intimacy is still something she wants to have. Sex is fun. She likes to have sex. But it's a kind of fun she doesn’t feel comfortable having with just anyone. But regardless if it’s an fvb or romantic relationship, she will find ways to express her trust and affection for that person, which can very depending on their dynamic and the needs and love language of her partner. As mentioned here, her smiling and laughing is a big way for her to show that she feels at ease and happy with her partner, that she’s enjoying the moment she’s spending with them.  Communication. What do they need? What do they want? How can she accommodate that? Assuring them that she cares about their needs and desires as much as they care about hers. With a romantic partner, she would be even more inclined to seek eye contact, wanting the intimacy and connection that comes with gazing into their eyes.

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren’t why not?

In general Kaname doesn’t delve into distinctive dom/sub dynamics.   However I would put her somewhere around a Switch or Soft Dom, Kaname isn’t strongly interested in having power over other people and having them submit to her, but rather being their equal.  But as a soft dom, she would satisfy a small part of herself that does want power, that does want control, but she doesn’t have to assert control through (although consensual) acts of harshness or force: she gives them the clear choice to submit and it is still freely given to her, with her dominance being more subtle.  As a Soft Dom, she would enjoy praising her partner, encouraging them to express their emotions and desires, to feel perfectly safe in being vulnerable.  She can phrase commands as requests, tell them that she had expectations and that she knows they can live up to them and praise and reward them when they do.   She doesn’t enjoy causing you pain, but she might push into the territory of it if her partner likes and craves it, and then affectionately soothes it.       She might engage in sensory play, comfort bondage, orgasm control or edging, finding their sensual buttons and slowly pushing them until they can’t take it anymore.  As a dom she would sensual, mindful, warm, languid, and confident. Kaname can be submissive, but much like how she’d be more of a soft dom herself, it would be a more sensual, encouraging, praising form of dominance she’d crave for herself.  She so often deals with poor self-esteem, feelings of inferiority and inadequacy in her day-to-day life. In play, she’d much rather experience the fantasy of being powerful and giving up said power to someone who recognizes its and her worth, that treasures her submission and has no intention of abusing it.

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that’s wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

Oh yes. Not so much showers or the like as having water run over her face would be kind of distracting, and she's absolutely be worried about the risk of slipping in a place that's wet but requires them to be standing. But if there’s decent privacy then she’d love a pool, tub or spring, where they can already be warm, comfortable and relaxed before things turn real steamy, then she'd be down.   Probably wouldn't be the best sex she's ever had, but she definitely wouldn't hate it I think.

[cattatonically]

A Kiss For Santa - Mia Monroe

Synopsis

This year, Santa gets a gift too.

One night every year, I deliver gifts to all the good people around the world. I have everything I could want—a beautiful private home, loving friends and family, and the most amazing job in existence. All my needs are more than met, and the other 364 days of the year are mine to spend how I wish.

The only thing I don’t have is a love of my own. I’ve been hopelessly in love with Luca Vincent for years, watching him from afar, but he has a full life and it would be selfish of me to woo him away. Which is a problem because I have to be married soon or lose my Christmas magic to my brother. Neither of us wants that to happen, leaving me with two choices—let the Council arrange a marriage or find my own husband fast.

With my looming deadline and Luca’s holiday cheer slipping away, I know the time to act is now. Somehow, I have to convince him to come back to my home with me. I’ll use every tool I have and plenty of holiday magic to make him mine. Maybe this Christmas, I’ll find a Kiss For Santa under the tree.

My Thoughts

This was a very cute story that was literally about the magic of Christmas. And if there’s something I really like in addition to my romance, it’s a side of magical realism or a paranormal twist. And in a way, this definitely had both.

Magnus and Luca are very cute together. And though this story was short, everything I love about Mia Monroe’s books was present and accounted for – Open, honest communication, mutual respect, and a couple very steamy scenes that were equal parts romantic and sexy.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book, and I’m glad I can end my holiday reading with something so enjoyable. And I know I sure as hell will never think of Santa the same way again. In a very, very lovely way.