#will drop a fic very soon 😈

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I pretty much never use tumblr but I do for evboverse. I just wanted to say that your fics haunt me and because of you, Clownbo has plagued me so much that I think it has possessed my Mavbo body. In the most respectful way possible, how could you. I'm so turmoiled I have no words. I need to smash them together like dolls. I need to get this out of my system, but I know that when I do, I will never know peace. I lurk the clownbo fandom regularly. They're on my mind. You have irrevocably changed my brain chemistry. Expect at least a 40k longfic "soon". I'm halfway done and nothing is okay. :cries: love you

saw this ask, have never gone and used voice messages to my friends faster.

I'm so. I'm so happy that I've made them consume your mind mwahahahahHGaha 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 meahahahahahhahahahHahaha I love changing people's brain chemistry mwagagagagagaghahahahahahahahahahahaahhaahah

also. 40k long fic. please, please, tell me when it comes out I will consume it faster than like, sonic can run. please, I cannot wait I am so excited woaksoakakskskxd screaming screaming skakskxkdk

[whamgram]

Your fic is killing me ITS KILLING ME. Please just let them kiss already I’m begging you. This slow burn hurts so good but I can’t take it anymore and I don’t think they can either. I’m going to explode like alastor if they don’t kiss soon.

But seriously under my skin is everything to me. I drop everything I’m doing to read it the second I get the notification. The writing is so good I’m in awe how much it feels like a season of the show. I love the way you write alastor. He’s goofy and charming like in the show but still has a threatening aura. His slow realization of his feelings for charlie is so believable too. As a demi person myself, I really love that it was a gradual thing and he wasn’t all of a sudden lusting after her. I love how the moments of attraction slowly intensified and each chapter he got bolder until he was literally crawling into her lap. Poor guy was desperate and he didn’t know what to do about it until the next chapter.

On that topic THAT scene from last chapter was so flipping hot. I love how you described alastor’s half made fantasies. He has a mental block because of his shame but also he’s never been interested in sex so he doesn’t even know what to imagine. And then he wants her so bad that he’s finally able to imagine something. Him clawing at the armrest and pretending it’s her boob was so hot gahhhhh.

Thank you thank youuuu please never abandon this fic I might die <3

I'm sorry. 😅 I promise there will be some payoff to the slow burn soon!

Thank you so much! ❤️ I love how Alastor is such a goofy guy while still having this underlying cunning and sadistic personality. And yesss, I wanted to sprinkle in the moments of attraction while he's working through his feelings for Charlie. Staring at her boobs, appreciating her smile, feeling a prickle on his neck, little things like that before he has a full body reaction and realizes he's sexually attractive to her. He starts craving physical contact with her so badly, I don't think he realizes half the time when he's all over her.

You're exactly right regarding the spicy scene! Previous to giving into his desires, Alastor very much had a mental block about his Charlie fantasies. Part of that was self-inflicted because he felt so much shame about having these thoughts/urges in the first place. And part of that was because he just straight up didn't know what to imagine. Not that he's totally clueless about sex, but a lack of experience and interest would mean that he doesn't really have a catalog of fantasies to pull from. But after all the close encounters that he and Charlie had that night - her squirming in his lap, him pinning her to the bed, etc. - that combined with his utter desperation gave him enough in the spank bank to imagine his fantasies to completion. 😈

And don't worry! There are no plans to abandon this fic. The Charlastor parasite has permanently fixated itself to my frontal lobe. ❤️‍🔥

[wheneverfeasible]

WIP Word Game

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

I will continue doing these every time I am tagged, no matter what. I love WIP games the most lol. This time, I was tagged by @scoops-aboy86 whose own fic I am so very much looking forward to reading.

My word was: URCHIN

🔞18+ content below, so as always, MDNI🔞

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Unlike his former owner, Munson wasn’t an idiot. He couldn’t be to get to where he was now. An idiot would only get themselves killed. Case in point: Carmine “the Uber Dead Asshole” Porzio, gone and soon to be forgotten in the year of our father…Christ, whatever year it was nowadays.

From a so far untitled mafia au scene

R

Robin at least had the decency to wait until after he had dropped the kids off before grilling him for details. Of course, as soon as he mentioned joysticks she had covered her ears and loudly made sounds of disgust, telling him that never mind, she didn’t want to hear about his weird sex adventures after all.

From “Can’t Fight This Feeling” (I’ll finish this fic one of these days, I swear)

C

Christ, apparently all Steve had to do was bat his pretty brown eyes and flash his pink wet pussy for Eddie to fall all over himself about the dude. For his alpha to want to protect this exposed omega before him. That was annoying.

From “Ruin Me”

H

Harrington bared his teeth and growled. “Look, are you going to fuck me or not, Munson. I haven’t got all night.”

From “Ruin Me”

I

“I was also a favorite, sir,” Mona says, making Steve wonder what in the I-am-Spartacus hell was going on. Still, warmth and fondness for his girls spread through him quickly as he looked around and noticed every last one of them had bunched muscles indicating preparation for movement. For him.

From untitled mafia au scene

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Now, thrown into the cold and damp cell below the pirate bastards’ deck, the knot at the back of his head from where his father had clobbered him still throbbed painfully.

From “Stranger Tides: The Pirate King and the Freak” chapter 2

We’ve got some wips repeats here, but goodness it’s getting harder and harder with some of these letters 😅 especially with longer words

Passing this along now with: QWERTY 😈

My hostage hotties to make them read everything I write: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

No pressure participation tags: @fkinkindagauche @steddieassheg0es @estrellami-1 @eddiethebrave @augustjustice

I honestly keep forgetting who I’ve tagged before in these games so if I’ve already tagged you lol oops my bad 🤭 just pick what word you wanna do or do both of them muahahaha

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I gave you Danny last week, and continuing my cruel streak of not giving you the Bruce-And-Constantine that makes up most of the meat of this chapter… 😈 have some Jason!

We’re close to the end my dears so with any luck this is the last WIP Wednesday we’ll spend on chapter 11, and get that posted soon! I’m just slowing down a little, because Jason’s… well, he’s a little heavy in this one

Needs some cheering up. As always, the rest of the fic is in the tag and on AO3 under Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It

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Fuck the no killing rule, Jason was gonna murder Harley Quinn. And by that, yeah, he probably actually meant “seek vengeance in some small but annoying way”, but still.

He didn’t actually have a crush on Danny. It was a bit they were putting on to fuck with his nosey brothers, and it was probably a good sign that they’d apparently fooled Harley too.

But Harley was a hopeless romantic and prone to see romance where none existed, so maybe it wasn’t that good.

More importantly, Danny didn’t fucking know he was Red Hood yet. He’d have to text Harley tonight and drill that in, since she’d definitely picked up that Danny was in on the secret.

And since apparently they were all gonna be hanging out tomorrow.

He kinda wished he hadn’t brought it up. That Harley hadn’t asked.

He’d monopolised so much of Danny’s time already over the break, three full days and they still had to make that run back to Frostbite.

Danny must have had some other plans. Something he actually wanted to do with his time instead of just following Jason around.

The gala had been fun though. And so had today, it just… Jason couldn’t help feeling he was being too needy. Too clingy, with a guy he’d known for all of a week if you were generous.

Being around Danny made him feel like himself for the first time in fucking years, and he knew what he’d have given up for that.

He didn’t want to be too much. Too pushy. Didn’t want Danny to get sick of hanging out with him so soon, and leave him right back where he’d been; bitter, angry, and alone.

At least Danny didn’t seem to be thinking too much about Harley’s parting shot. There was definitely something on his mind, but they hadn’t actually unlinked arms.

Jason could feel his aura.

Concern-worry-worry.

Shit, they hadn’t fucking unlinked arms. Should they? Should Jason have? For fucks sake he was literally clinging to the guy, this was fucking ridiculous, he should just.

But Danny hadn’t pulled away.

It’d be weird to pull away now.

Jason managed to keep himself distracted in that little spiral all the way to the garage he’d parked his bike in. Danny waited until they left the manor’s grounds to speak again though, arms tightening around Jason’s chest.

“Pull over a sec?” He called above the wind, and Jason very firmly did not let that pitch him further. He pulled over, still firmly in the heights and far from any living souls.

Unless theirs counted. Probably not.

He dropped the kickstand and pulled off his helmet, hoping Danny just wanted to talk. Maybe ask him to make his excuses to Harley.

Ask Jason to drop him at the university and not follow him home. That’d make sense. He didn’t need a wayward puppy.

He didn’t actually get off the bike. Didn’t want to give up Danny’s arms wrapped around him, even if it was just for expedience.

And maybe realised that wasn’t a great idea when Danny rested his cheek on Jason’s back and a warm wave of relax-safe-reassurance threatened to swallow him.

“I know what you’re thinking about,” Danny admitted softly, and Jason damn near bolted. Barely heard the next words, which…

Well.

He knew Danny tended to overlook things. But it turned out he could be pretty damn perceptive too.

“She’s gonna be okay, you know. Cass. I can feel her anywhere in the city if I try, and I’ll know if something happens to her.”

And just like that, the bottom dropped out of Jason’s stomach.

He’d been trying not to think about it. Pretended he didn’t know what she’d be doing when she left, out in the city, one fucking accident from being like him.

Even worrying about Danny getting sick of him was better than that.

She might not even need the pit to bring her back this time. Gotham had a fuck ton of native ectoplasm even for a city; it couldn’t not.

Ectoplasm was made of and attracted to raw emotional energy. For all that people died every day in the city, more were born or moved in to join their ranks.

Gotham would be a metaphorical ghost town if they hadn’t, instead of the literal version slowly creeping across the city’s vigilantes.

From the rogues’ overdramatic schemes to the peoples’ undercurrent of rage and defiant joy, Gotham seethed with emotion. Most of the dead didn’t stay to use the ecto up, and every rogue attack brought a fresh wave.

Not clean ectoplasm like the realms, but tainted with their individual torments, the fierce glee, the desire to burn, it all churned into an ambient ectoplasm Danny swore he’d never seen in another city.

And that defiant spirit, the Gotham je ne sais quoi that made people put up with all the rogue attacks and dangers, was powerful too. Jason had known that even as a kid.

Now, it was literally the reason he was alive.

He might have a second core filling his system with pit water, but they’d both have dried up without the boundless “fuck off” energy Gotham was built on.

He’d felt it since the second he returned. He was alive in Gotham in a way he hadn’t been in Nanda Parbat, anywhere but the fucking pit. It let him think clearly.

Well.

Apparently Danny let him think clearly. That thought still stung. But it shouldn’t have surprised him.

He’d never been much of anything that other people didn’t make him.

It was why he didn’t really mind Clockwork trying to make him Danny’s knight within a couple hours of learning he was half dead. It was kinda what he did.

People had been using him as a weapon since he swung a tire iron at Batman himself. Protecting the guy who gave him his fucking soul back?

He’d have done that anyway, for free. And he got a kickass gun and a supernatural sense of when said asshole needed him. Honestly, easiest job of his life.

The catch would come eventually, but this whole “feeling the intent of people you talk to” thing left him way less suspicious than he still kinda felt he should be.

He’d rather that than be left nebulously owing his whole self to Danny with no way to repay him and no idea where the catch would come from.

It had just… never occurred to him that the same way Danny could reach out and find Vlad, he’d be able to find Cass. Or Jason himself, probably.

Jason hadn’t realised how tightly he’d wound himself until the pressure eased.

He sucked in a breath that seemed to fill his chest for the first time in hours, folded his arms forward onto the handlebars, and let his head rest against them.

Danny followed him down, never losing contact but his face slipping lower and lower down Jason’s back. It almost made him chuckle, imagining how they must have looked.

Actually, he did. Just a moment, a soft and almost giddy sound that he choked back immediately. He sounded… well. Not like himself.

He’d been itching since the girls left to patrol, wishing he could join them. Be Cass’s backup in the field and be sure she wasn’t going in on anything big alone.

Cass was a step beyond competent, she was exceptional and she’d been doing this for years without a shadow. On a regular day, she wouldn’t need help.

But hearing how close she was to losing her humanity and not coming back right no matter what had him on edge. He wanted to shield her, protect her from what he’d gone through.

It wasn’t that he wanted her out of the fight. The idea of asking her not to go out hadn’t even occurred to him. She could make her own choices and he’d back her with all he had.

He just absolutely fucking hated the idea that she was out there alone, while he had fucking nothing on him that’d let him go after her if she did need backup.

If she needed help, he’d have to waste time gearing up before he could go out after her. The other bats would have her back, they all would, so long as they weren’t busy too.

It wasn’t like he was anyone’s first choice for backup even now, he just.

Yeah. He might kinda get what Danny meant about his Obsession being protection. Protecting the bats was a recent addition, but Jason had burned himself out on enough missing kids since he got back to suspect.

He’d have to ask what an actual capital-letter Obsession felt like, but that would wait for another time.

Just knowing that Cass would be safe, had another pair of eyes and more powers than a Kryptonian watching her back made him feel like he could breathe again.

Even knowing that though, he was glad to have left the manor. He could take Danny home, suit up, and… wait.

Danny had no choice but to move back as he straightened, half moving to frown down at the smaller man.

“Is that why you wanted to leave?” He asked quietly, gauging Danny’s face.

Had Danny worked it out on his own? Felt him stressing out about his baby sister back in the field?

Did Danny know that Jason wanted to join her, if not necessarily which costume he wore, and cut his night short?

Would Danny do that for him?

The answer was obvious in the other man’s face as Danny shrugged, even before he spoke.

“I didn’t wanna put you on the spot, and I figured you’d rather get out of there,” he explained casually, leaning just a little into Jason. Enough to feel what warmth Danny had.

Jason hesitated for a long moment, not sure what to say. If he should thank Danny. If Danny would ask, and if Jason should tell him he was the Red Hood now.

It’d be weirder the longer he didn’t mention it. Like he was keeping a secret.

The same secret Danny had kept as a teenager, so at least he’d probably understand, but Jason didn’t like how it felt. He wasn’t fucking ashamed of being the Red Hood.

He’d done shit no one else ever could have, and every inch of his territory was safer than it had ever been without him. He was proud of what he’d done, even if he wouldn’t brag about his methods.

It worked. It got him where he was today, where he didn’t need to kill anymore because people turned tail at the hint of his damn name.

He still didn’t know how Danny felt about killing. It wasn’t something that came up in conversation much. Maybe he’d find a way to ask first.

Tonight, he managed a stiff nod and leaned a little of his own weight back into Danny. Even if the guy thought he was just gonna go home and mope there instead, it was a win.

“Thanks,” he said softly, half wishing for his helmet’s voice modulator. He didn’t like hearing his own voice sound so… vulnerable.

Danny, fucking angel of mercy that he was, chuckled softly and gave him a gentle tap upside the head.

“Yeah, well. Also wasn’t sure how the others would react to “99% of you are permanently on my radar” anyway, and I wanted to make sure you knew for Cass,” he explained cheerfully.

And yeah, Jason still hadn’t really processed that yet, and wasn’t even sure how he’d react. Smart fucking call on Danny’s part.

Chuckling under his breath, Jason shook his head and flipped the kickstand back up.

“Anything else before I take you to bed?” He asked, half teasing Danny’s own unfortunate choice of words earlier.

They were absolutely still fucking with his family to think this was some kind of romantic relationship. Maybe a bit to punish Bruce, who clearly couldn’t handle the idea of Jason happy.

Danny laughed, a hint of something Jason almost identified behind it, then settled himself more firmly against Jason’s back, hanging on properly again.

“Not a damn thing. Oh, are you gonna come pick me up tomorrow or do I make my own way to the manor to join you and Harley?” He asked, snugged up tight.

Jason had almost forgotten that was happening. Apparently. And suddenly he was glad for at least the motorcycle helmet as his cheeks flushed pink.

Fuck he’d say he was trailing after Danny like a puppy, except Danny was the one going where Jason needed to be.

Another excuse to get Danny on his bike, arms around him.

Fuck off, Jason Todd Romance Heroine. It was a goddamn jailbreak, if a legal one. Not a fucking meet cute.

“If you actually want to come,” he agreed a little hesitantly, because the voice that insisted he was just a burden and Danny was only humouring him wasn’t all displacement activity after all.

Or pit related, apparently. Delightful.

He coulda tried to pretend it was, but that had been more convincing back when it was always a background grumble of anger, not the little calm pool of happiness now sitting in his gut.

Unforeseen side effect of getting his toxic sludge cleaned up: he was gonna have to own some of his own bullshit now. Work out what was his and what wasn’t.

Danny leaned back a little, grip loosening, and Jason could feel concern like a whisper soft touch.

“Yeah… I would, if you don’t mind? It seems like he’s important to you.”

Jason wasted a moment trying to work out what the hell Danny meant by that.

Did he want to meet Croc cuz he was important to Jason? Or did he think Jason wouldn’t want him to if he was important?

Cuz while yeah, Jason considered Waylon a friend (and thanks, Harley, for the new name crisis, love that. The guy introduced himself as Killer Croc but Jason knew all about controlling a narrative) it wasn’t like he was family. Not like Dick, Cass, or the others.

Except. Roy was family. Long before any of the bats made it back into Jason’s good books, Roy was one of the first people to be happy Jason was alive.

And Waylon had helped Roy get help when Ollie fucking kicked him out.

Waylon had been a restraining hand on Jason’s shoulder too, in the bad old days. Keeping him from pushing too hard, going too big, doing something he really couldn’t come back from.

Family didn’t have to mean annoying texts at four AM. Didn’t have to come around for dinner every Sunday; how often did any of them really see Harley?

Fuck, how often would they have seen each other if Alfred didn’t have them all firmly under his culinary thumb.

Waylon had to count as a reliable old uncle at least.

And that kinda made it a different question. Did Jason want Danny to meet his family?

It had been an easy “yes” with the bats, not least because the nosy bastards would muscle their way in regardless. Croc…

Waylon never judged Jason. From his highest highs to lowest lows, he never looked down on him. Not even when he was telling Jason to stop and think.

It kinda made Jason ache for what his life should have been. His, and Waylon’s if he’d never been called Killer Croc.

And maybe it’d give Jason a read on how Danny would react to the Red Hood thing. Or whether or not Danny already knew.

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Ah, the darker sides of this story back again. We’ll get to Waylon himself next chapter (I hope), and in the mean time dear Jason has some baby angst and Bruce will only confuse things further

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Are we gonna get Toasty pt.2?? Cause I’m itching like a crackhead for it😭😭

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜omgggg u toto wolff fiends are out of your MIND! nah, yes—toasty part two is in the works. i can’t exactly promise when it’s going to drop or anything, but just know that it’s third on my list of works right now. i have a tracks limits short-story add-on type thing coming out soon (!!!), then my danny fic, and then toasty part two!

but here’s what i can tell you about it: the title of part two is “bun in the oven”, very baby-fever core, horny!reader like hornyyyy, a lot of baking, and maybe….the birth control goes to waste 😈🥴🤭

^^and if that all sounds interesting to you…reply or send me an ask/message to join my taglist? perhaps? it’s just a message, but truly completely up to you 🥱

hope you’ve been having a good day babes, thank’s for the message xxx ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

[longeyelashedtragedy]

🤡 😅 >:)

🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?

very flattering of you to think i'm ever funny! i guess, recently, Colney’s Carrie Underwood drops the mic, satisfied with his performance, and flops down next to Matt on the sofa. not that this is particularly funny, but i think calling the Golden Retriever "carrie underwood" is a lol, and the whole scene of rob, matty, aaron, and ben (GOD THIS IS SO SAD OF A LIST) singing shania twain at karaoke is amusing lmao. also in dangerous au anytime granit or mikel is self-righteous or hypocritical

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists? @anon--this goes out to you--the fic of tyoma and deki in the airplane toilet. The only thing i'm tempted to orphan (though i haven't yet plus--it's still obviously mine even if it's orphaned lmao). it's just OOC because i got excited and wrote it too soon!

😈 (Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? i assume that was that emoji? about the fics, i don't think so actually. can anyone think of one?

[archivalassistance]

I just wanted to let you know I reread the Gratitude fic just about weekly and each time I just love it so damn much, it’s perfect in every way and it feeds my stakh/daniil craving so thank you so much for writing it.

Well thank you very much for telling me! I'm so glad you like it so much, that's made my day to hear :)

I need to flex my writing muscles again soon, I haven't shared anything for a long time. If you've got any particular scenarios you'd like to see, drop me a line and I'll see what I can do 😈

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter! This is my new fic that I wrote at work today. Enjoy!

Meeting His Friends

“Come on, Brigitte! It will be fun!”

It was Saturday night and Emmanuel was pleading with his girlfriend. He wanted to take her to a new dance club that had just opened up in the city. A few of his acquaintances had yet to meet her, so he was anxious to show her off. 

Brigitte sat on the couch, her legs resting on top of his. “I am not ready for that” 

“Why? You love dancing. You’re always moving around the house when music is playing” Emmanuel pointed out. 

“It’s too soon for us. Besides, I’m not ready for the looks we will receive” she admitted. “People will wonder why you’re with me” 

Emmanuel sighed loudly. “We’ve been an official couple for over a year! Cherie, I don’t care what others think about us. You’re the woman I love. Is this about our age difference? Because I don’t even give it a moment’s thought!” 

He cradled her tightly in his arms. “I want to do something we can both enjoy. Also, I know some people who are dying to meet you” 

She sat up, alarmed. “Who?? Do you tell people about me? About us?” 

A loud laugh escaped his mouth. “Of course I do! You’re my girlfriend and I’m proud of you. But surely my friends don’t think you’re real. No one has met my sexy blonde. Please. Do this for me” 

Brigitte lovingly cupped his chin. “Fine! I’ll go. Give me 20 minutes to get ready” 

“Thank you” 

His jaw dropped immediately when she entered the room. She had  changed clothes and styled her hair into loose curls. “Cherie, you look beautiful!” 

She twirled, giving him the opportunity to see her new - very short - dress from every angle. 

“I better tell my friends to back off. They’re going to be jealous when they see you” Emmanuel grinned proudly. 

Brigitte playfully smacked his chest. “Stop it. Your friends won’t want me! Perhaps their fathers might, but not them” 

He scoffed. “You don’t realize how beautiful and sexy you are, honey” 

“Maybe to you … but not to your friends. And that’s okay because I only care what you think” 

Regret washed over her as soon as they pulled into the club's parking lot. Judging by the lineup outside, the average age of the patrons appeared to be between 21 and 26 years old. 

Emmanuel, sensing her discomfort, squeezed her hand. “If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to go inside. I won’t be upset” he smiled. 

The last thing he wanted was for her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with. 

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Let’s do this. They have to meet me eventually. We can’t hide forever.” 

He quickly ran around to open the passenger car door for her. “You’re going to break a lot of hearts in there” 

Brigitte laughed lightly. “You owe me for this. Big time!”

“I’ll be sure to thank you all weekend”  

Helloooo Winter! ❤️

Bless Brigitte for freaking out a bit! But hey, the short dress... you go girl! 😏 🔥

Hahahah I can even imagine Emmanuel proudly showing off Brigitte to his friends and her being a bit shy! But then ending up being then dancing Queen she is on the dancefloor! 😎😈

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[acourtofladydeath]

WIP Wednesday: Welcome to the Family

Well hello all, I'm back with a WIP Wednesday. A not-so-little tasty morsel to tide you and @secret-third-thing over until her birthday.

If I wasn't already going to hell (which I will be), this fic would seal the deal. It's at the very least sending me a few rings deeper.

"Welcome to the Family" features Elucien, Berlain, Erlain, etc., etc.... If you can name a Vanserra male, Elain Archeron is doing them in this fic. But why? Find out in the slightly abridged, albeit still lengthy, snippet below....

Lucien groaned, turning his face into Elain’s hair as she teased him. “Settle down love, you know we can’t.” 

Elain moved her head to pout up at him with big doe eyes. “Not even a little?” She licked her lips, leaving an enticing wet strip across her plump bottom lip. “Not even just a taste?” Her fingers traced a line from where they’d been resting on Lucien’s arm down the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. “Not even if I beg?” 

Resisting the urge to give into the very tempting little minx practically crawling up his side, Lucien bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. “You know we have to wait.” Hoping to distract his needy mate, Lucien began the slow stroking of his fingers against Elain’s arm once again. “The mating ceremony has to happen first. It’s important.”

Letting out a soft, defeated sigh Elain sunk comfortably once again back into Lucien’s touch and the skillful lines he painted across her skin. “I didn’t realize your family was so strict on no sex before the mating ceremony,” she said, frustrated but content to wait if it meant that much to Lucien. 

His fingers stilled on her arm, chest tensing under her cheek. “Lucien?” Elain asked, looking up at him with questioning concern. “What’s wrong?”

Lucien held his breath for a long moment before letting out a long controlled sigh. “It’s family tradition.” ... “There’s a ritual,” he started slowly, meeting the fierce, cutting Archeron gaze Elain pinned him with that was shared by all three sisters. 

“What kind of ritual,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat back on her heels, nightgown draped across her knees. 

Averting his eyes, Lucien ran a nervous hand through his hair, “one where Beron and my brothers have to fuck you before I can?” Lucien phrased it as a question, though it was in fact a harsh truth of being a Vanserra. He looked up under guilty lids to meet Elain’s gaze. 

Though her arms were still crossed in stern confrontation, her jaw had dropped, leaving her mouth wide and eyes even wider at his confession. When Elain hadn’t moved from that position in several long moments, Lucien continued speaking. 

“It’s a rite of passage for us. The parent of the individual to be mated and any elder siblings get first dibs… there’s a whole age order thing.”  ...

Elain threw her arms out to the side in outrage. “Oh, nothing serious then! Nothing that will affect me in the least!”

How will Elain handle the predicament she's found herself in? Coming soon to an AO3 near you... 😈

[emomanswhore]

i have no idea what you mean. i was busy, unlike

YOU.

who’s busy getting hatemail from herself 🥱 karma more like karmental hospital 😰😰 im calling nurse jane to pick you up again. i cant deal with you being so hostile and accusing me of such things. #L#BOZO

crack your eyes open, and look at this cute pic me and stink took last night with the kids 🤭 while ur busy arguing with silly anons 🤡👹

oh ? you like the sound of that ?

very well.

dropping a karma x fnaf fic soon. 😈 tune in.

i’m sorry i didn’t hear you— you said koji ? like kojic acid, the soap ? because that’s the only koji i know of 🤕💭❓

BUDDY.

the only pipe you need is the pipes connecting and holding up your padded room. because you sound a little

DELUSIONAL

right now.

the surprise coming later teehee 😋 im gonna sleep sooonnn 💋 xoxo

hi lora snookums poo poo stinky winky bear :3

bye . . . 🙄

so you get to gimme all these nicknames, but i cant do the same 😟❓this was the biggest hate crime n antiblk thing you’ve done so far. 🙎🏽‍♀️

[raplinesmoon]

2022 End of Year Writing Recap

Rules: post the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

I was tagged by @reliablemitten @augustbutwinter @kithtaehyung @bangtanintotheroom!! Thank you all so much 💜

As usual, I left this this until the last 20 minutes of 2022 😅

Top 5 works you’re most proud of (not necessarily your most popular)

1. On The Ropes - do i even have to say whyyyy? to this day im shocked that this amazing story came out of my brain, and that these characters were received with so much love and appreciation. they are endlessly my favorites and I never wanna stop writing for them 💜

2. Sensualidad - HOBIIII!! 😈 I just love how fun this fic was, and this Hoseok was one of my favourite characters to write! I also got the chance to write out one of my very first dreams that I wanted to turn into a fic, so that made it a big bucket list fic for me

3. An Age of Oddities - another Hobi fic, but I’m truly in love with the writing style, I tried something different and I’m super proud of how it turned out and emulated the vibes of a gothic novel!! 🥀

4. Doom Boy - because it is literally Sexy Nukim Joon personified!? That song wrecked me like nothing else, and the smut in this one is some of my favorite I’ve ever written, along with the scene in the rain 💗

5. The House The Sea Built - A newbie on the list, but Indigo was just so mind boggling and life changing for me that I had to pay tribute to it somehow, and I really got to reflect on the beauty and emotions Namjoon poured into the album while writing this! 🥰

Top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release:

Oh gosh, I can’t say much but I’ll just drop some ideas 🥴

1. Did It All For Love - a little Tae bday fic that is late, but should be coming your way soon!

2. Gayeon - my birthday fic for Yoongi that is going to break me and heal me and put me back together

3. Thorns and Honeysuckle/The Portrait Of Kim Seokjin - I’m excited to pick up the hyung line classic lit series again!!

4. Breaking the Ice - hockey player/roommate Namjoon… that’s the tweet 👀

Top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

1. Writing longer and more cohesive fics - i attribute this to finally planning out and outlining fics!! sometimes it does take longer but it truly has been the reason I’ve been able to write multiple long fics and have them be fleshed out and the stories fully realized

2. Shifting to writing the stories I want to tell - I’ve been able to tell myself fo just go ahead and write something that I want to, and not worry about notes or reception, even if it’s off beat or unconventional 💕

3. Changing up my writing style!! - I was able to experiment with different styles, like in An Age of Oddities, and when I read my writing back, I’m proud of how it sounds so much like the style I wanted to evoke but also me at the same time!

Top 2 resolutions for the new year

1. Giving myself time and writing in stages rather than all at once!

2. Finishing my current wips!! - always wishful thinking 🤣

Number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year

I mean this just had to be the winner 🤍

“I want you, Seokjin. All of you, even the broken parts. I want us to take those shattered pieces of ourselves and build something new together.”

And we made it, with four minutes to spare!! Thank you son much for everything this year, writing is more fun with you guys around, and here’s to an even more wonderful 2023!! 🎇

[some-sick-deja-vu]

Impure AU thoughts with large age gaps: Will is Hannibal's student in some university, and seduces Hannibal for better grades.

Oh, a fave scenario! 😈🔥 Thanks for blessing my Friday morning with such a lovely, inspirational thought. I did a little something...might expand it into a fic when I get a chance... [cw: Age gap, NSFW] Pretty 18 year old Will sitting in the very front row for every one of 45 year old Hannibal's lectures...batting those long, dark lashes, showing off those big, innocent blue eyes.

Swaying his hips and wriggling his gorgeous ass every time he leaves. Staying after class to ask questions, genuinely enamored by Professor Lecter's wit and dazzled by his sophisticated handsomeness, his sexy mystique intoxicating as that spicy, manly cologne.    More after the cut...

Will leaning way too far into the professor's personal space and feeling a naughty little jolt of pleasure seeing how Hannibal’s big, strong hands tremble slightly and his breath catches. This effortlessly cool older man who is never usually caught off guard or made nervous. Yet the formidable professor blushes whenever Will comes near, tries not to meet his eyes throughout every lecture and doesn't always succeed; one time, Will licked his lips and Prof. Lecter stammered, losing the thread of his ongoing philosophical review. Had to start over again from the beginning, but then Will started nibbling on the pad of his thumb, barely sliding it, slowly, in and out of his plush lips. Lecter went on lecturing successfully, but a burning intent with an overtly scolding blaze in his teacher’s molten-gold eyes told Will he would eventually be punished for the inappropriate conduct in class. 

Will could only wait with bated breath for that day to come, meanwhile accumulating several failed tests in the course and forgetting to complete his homework. Will was usually such a very good student, and such a very good boy for that matter. What was happening to him? Professor Lecter is right in the palm of Will's hand, and Will's not sure he hasn't been just as entangled, the snare in his heart feeling -- even in his youthful confusion -- far more like love than a prelude to a later-regretted affair. But the lust is there, alright, heady and buzzing, making him dizzy.  Soon, it’s nearly impossible for Will to think of anything else but his obsessive, embarrassing, irresistible fantasies of what the professor might murmur into his ear to flirt with him, what grunted, growled obscenities Will might be able to pull from him with unskilled, novice but desperately sincere acts of reckless lust. He needs help; he's going to fail the class because he's been so busy staring at Prof. Lecter and fantasizing about being fucked over the desk that he hasn't learned one damn thing since the semester began, except for how to barely hide being excessively horny and hard. Finally, one hot summer evening when Will's thin white t-shirt is sticking to his chest and arms like glue and his heart hammers outrageously out of control, Professor Lecter looks up from the desk in his elegantly decorated, tenure-level office and his mouth drops open.   The philosophy instructor’s usually stiffly buttoned shirt collar is loose, sleeves rolled up showing off powerful arms as the fan sputters insubstantially to break the wicked heat wave that’s made the whole campus sultry and sticky. Professor Lecter drops his pen on the floor with an awkward clatter, still forgetting how to form words, and Will’s never seen him clumsy or flustered except for when he’s around.  It’s so...flattering.  Forbidden and new.  Perfect. Of course, the professor has an open policy on drop-in consultations during his regular office hours.  But for all the fierce temptation sizzling between them, this is the very first day after several months of harsh longing that feels like entire upheaval.  The first time Will’s gotten up the nerve to show up here, and now he’s gone too far to run away. Will has a plan for how he might be able to pass Prof. Lecter's Philosophy 101 after all...so he closes the door quietly behind him.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

1, 2 & 40 (and 16 if you want to) 🥰

Lol but if I want to. 😂

1- What’s the last wip you opened?

The Marali Festival. It is ALL I've opened all weekend. But it will be over soon...

2- Do you name your wip before, during, or after writing?

Before. 🤣 I have a secret super power apparently when it comes to titles for fics and very rarely will I change them after I start writing, but it has happened before!

40- What should you be writing right now that you’re excited about?

I mean I should be writing the Marali Festival...no, truthfully what I want to be writing right now because I'm excited is Ambassador to Madness and Soul Traitor. But gotta finish Valentines first. 😉🙃

16- Post a plot twist to a wip of your choice, but don’t say what wip it’s in (because I wanted to 😈)

Ohhhhh Dim. I spun the spinny wheel on this one and I already actually had this plot twist written. I'm just taking out some pieces to not make it overly obvious which WIP this is coming from...😈

“You’re him, aren’t you?” Thorin whispered.

Bilbo dropped his head. “Thorin...I…”

“I don’t care!” Thorin interrupted, grabbing Bilbo’s hand desperately. “I don’t care what happened in the past! They’re not us! They can’t dictate how we feel. How I feel for you.”

Slowly, Thorin peeled the wrapping from Bilbo’s skin revealing the scarred mark on his palm. He held it against his heart, right where his own mark rested.

“You’re my One.”

Bilbo let out an ugly sob, and Thorin reached out to pull him in closer. The hobbit stepped out of his hold, his face twisted in misery.

“Thorin, I love you.” He bawled.

Thorin felt himself sag in relief. A smile was starting to spread across his lips as he started to reassure Bilbo that it was fine. He loved him too. However, before he could utter another word, the orcs descended into the atrium trapping them completely. Thorin reached for his sword, but they were upon him and trapping his hands behind his back before he could. He moved to yell out for Bilbo only to pause. The hobbit was still standing there, amidst the chaos, with a saddened expression as he watched Thorin’s capture. The dwarf’s heart plummeted into the pit of his stomach as he grit his teeth against the fresh wave of agony. He was betrayed by his heart once more.

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[londonrih]

Hi! I have a fic one shot prompt for you!

Lucy is friends with Isabel and they run into Tim and Ashley while out at lunch 😈. Unlike Lucy (since Chenford supports each other at all costs), Isabel isn’t scared to call Tim out.

Hello! This is very interesting, let me see what I can do!

•••••

“So, what have you been up to these last couple of days?” Isabel takes a sip of her drink.

Lucy shrugged, “Nothing much, really. I’ve been doing a lot of yoga—what about you?”

“Same here, I’ve been thinking about going Miami for the summer, just to disconnect from everything, Y’know?”

Lucy nodded, she then noticed Tim and Ashley, “Shit!” She muttered.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Isabel noticed that Tim is with a blonde female, who looks a bit like her. “What the fuck…”

“How about we just go back to the restaurant or something?” Lucy suggested.

Isabel shook her head, “No, I’m not leaving until I talk to Tim about her.”

Lucy started to wince, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Isa—”

Before she could even stop her, Isabel was approaching them.

“Tim! Hi, long time no see!” Isabel exclaimed.

They haven’t seen each other in about a year—maybe even two.

“Isabel…hi,” he sighed.

Ashley looked between them both, “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“I’m his ex-wife, Isabel. Anywho…who are you?”

Ashley nervously chuckled, “I’m his girlfriend.”

Isabel nodded, “Really, Tim? What a coincidence that your girlfriend looks at lot like…I don’t know, me.”

Lucy stayed in the background of this awkward conversation, she started to get a bit uncomfortable, so she tried to walk past them—which failed.

“Lucy, what’re you doing here?” Tim asked, noticing her right away.

She started laughing nervously, “Oh! Tim….Ashley..Isabel, what a coincidence, we’re all here at the same time.”

“You can drop the act, Lucy…We came here together.”

Lucy tried closing her eyes, hoping that this would end soon.

“It’s great that you’re dating again, Tim—it is! But if you wanted to date someone who looks exactly like me…we could’ve went out..and we could’ve talked and we could’ve considered getting back together. But it’s fine. Just pretend I’m not even here.”