#yes this is me shamelessly plugging my own fic

[lily-on-the-fence]

I wrote a thing!!

I wrote a fluffy and slightly smutty korrasami thing snd I want people to read it! It's lretty simple, Asami has trouble disconnecting from work, which keaves Korra feeling kinda lonely and distant, so she comes up with a lovely evening togather to reconnect and help Asami find some work-life balance.

Chapter will take a couple weeks unfortunately, but will feature (get ready for it) 🎊🎉 more smut!! 🎉🎊

[princeblue]

Do you have any genmui fic recs? I’ve just started to get into the ship

YES I DO let me get you some of my faves:

These two fanfics are uncompleted but SO good and worth reading anyway! I consider them to be “the” genmui fics because they’re what got me into the ship.

And honestly any fanfic by sopenation that’s genmui centric is so good!!

And not to shamelessly plug but I’ll show you MY favorite genmui fanfic I’ve ever wrote and I also have others that I’ve written in the past;

There’s a lot of genmui fanfics that are so good! But unfortunately you do kind of have to dig through the tag because a lot of the time they’re swamped and buried by harem fanfics (unless that’s you’re thing) but soo good when you’re able to find them.

I also recommend Kaz account because they have a lot of good genmui fanfics as well and specifically a genmui week series.

But that’s all the recommendations I have:) I love my baby boys sm.

[analumina]

Ahhhh!!! I finally finished my Good Omens fic 😭 I've never written a long ass fic before. Allow me to shamelessly plug the first chapter here.

Summary:

Having read some interesting files as he was snooping around heaven, and after seven months of no contact, Aziraphale takes the elevator down to earth to inform Crowley of the dreadful news or rather happy news? Either way, congratulations, they have been ineffable parents since 1941, not to mention the looming apocalypse they must also worry about. Hooray?

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“Right.” Aziraphale said as he pushed his way into Crowley’s flat as if he had not broken the poor demon’s heart seven months prior. All Crowley could do was stare at the angel in confusion. “You still keep the drinks in the study?” The angel continued as he walked around like he owned the place.

Crowley’s brain was trying to catch up to what his eyes were seeing. Aziraphale was back? Just like that? What? How? And the most important question of all, why was the angel drinking straight out of the wine bottle instead of a glass?

After some minutes, or it could have been seconds, who was keeping count, the tall dark demon finally closed the door and approached the angel, his angel. The love of his life whom he had confessed to and been utterly rejected by. Brain finally catching up, Crowly huffed in annoyance and anger, approached Aziraphale and seized the wine bottle out of his manicured hands. “Wha –”

Aziraphale nodded uncontrollably. “Yes.” He breathed. “Yes, perfect. You take a big sip as well.” He let out a long exhale before taking back said bottle and, once again, took another long sip from it. He was not at all his posh self as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and passed the bottle back to Crowley, urging him to drink.

Crowley was too pissed and confused to obey. “What th –”

“I didn’t know it was possible.” Aziraphale chuckled like a mad man. “How can it, right? Why it – it was never… I mean��you know? And you…demon…and angel…the…the…yes…but here we are…and…what…oh, how was it possible?” At this point, Crowley had no idea if Aziraphale was talking to him or to himself. “Supposed it could be? Do you think…no…or rather yes...Maybe…

“Aziraphale!” Crowley’s voice was stern. “What the hell is going on?”

Aziraphale’s mind finally seemed to register where he was. He let his blue eyes wonder about Crowley’s flat. It was as if nothing had changed really. The dark and cold walls were still a contrast to his at the bookshop. The open space made it seem too sterile, too unwelcoming. The only attractive thing were the charming plants visible from the open wall panel. Suddenly, the air stilled as his eyes made contact with the other charming thing in the flat, Crowley.

The angel felt faint, though he was not sure if it was due to him trying to get used to his human self again or the fact he was seeing Crowley once again, or, and it could be the particular reason for his ramblings, the fact he needed to tell Crowley something he had uncovered as he snooped about heaven’s documents. Topic back on his mind, he reached for the bottle once more however and, unfortunately for him, Crowley managed to keep it out of his reach.

Seeing the worried expression painted on Aziraphale, “What’s wrong?” Crowley softly asked as the anger he had boiled inside for the past seven months seemed to evaporate completely.

Aziraphale licked his lips, “Oh, Crowley.” He launched forward and took the demon into his arms. Crowley’s brain seized to function once again until he felt Aziraphale tighten his grip around him. He relented and hugged the angel back, placing his cheek upon Aziraphale’s soft locks. “It – it’s horrible really.” Aziraphale whispered into Crowley’s chest. “Or rather…I do not know.”

“Did they hurt you?” Crowley tried to keep his tone soft, but it came out cold and unnerving. Aziraphale shook his head, still not wanting to face Crowley, it seemed. “What’s wrong then? ‘spose you finally figured out how much you missed earth’s delicacies? Or maybe you realized how much you missed me and how huge of a mistake was leaving me behind.” He chuckled. “It will take some time to forgive you but I will…eventually.”

“Crowley.”

“Fine. I forgive you.”

Aziraphale pulled back and tilted his head up. He took Crowley in. The demon had not changed much. His eyes were still that perfect shade of yellow, his grin still as playful as ever, his scent was still as magnificent as he recalled. His hair, well, it seemed he had let it grow out, reminding Aziraphale of the bun Crowley had fashioned back in 2013 or so. Secretly, it had always been his favorite style of his, apart from their time in Golgotha while Crowley was female presenting. Although, wasn’t his hair long there as well? “I…” he exhaled sharply, “Do you recall 1941, around the time when we were at the church and…”

“Oh, yes, the Nazi spies. Night of your magic show. Fell the Marvelous if I recall. Oh, Aziraphale, please don’t tell me you tried to show the other angels your magic tricks.” Crowly rolled his eyes. “That is definitely one way to get kicked out of heaven.”

“No, I –”

“Fine. You can show me your tricks if it will make you feel better.” Crowley sighed and ended their hug as he made his way to his sofa. He plopped down with a big huff and looked at Aziraphale up and down. “Go on then, amaze me.”

Aziraphale stood silent and unmoving for a second and with one big breath he finally uttered, “We have a daughter.”

Crowley narrowed his eyes, and nodded slowly, trying to understand the magic in the act until his brain called him an idiot and something clicked inside him, “…we whot?”

[sapphosclown]

got any lynthia fic recs?

yes!!!

but there was something in the static - a really fun modern au, lots going on, the lesbians are absolute disasters it’s so good

on fear and motorbikes - a really cute one ab lydia being scared of cynthia’s motorcycle and they have a cute lil date

a secret doesn’t always stay secret - it’s not finished yet but the first two chapters are so good and so sweet, it’s more cynthia centered though

(this nights a perfect shade of) dark blue - i have been absolutely eating up these “x times +1” fics and this one is so cute

masks of fable: season three - another really fun modern au. it’s currently on hiatus bc of the cancellation but i’m anxiously awaiting and ready for more chapters, and the ones that’s re out are so good it’s worth it i promise

bruised for you - the ANGST in this one omg. beautifully done hurt/comfort fic. i have dreamed of cynthia beating the shit out of a soc and lemme tell you. this definitely delivers.

once i had a secret love - secret lynthia dates i actually am so in love with this one they’re so important to me 🫶🫶

and i will shamelessly plug my own fics now bc i worked hard on them and am proud of them

dial drunk - very angsty, post dance drunk dial that doesn’t really go well for cynthia

big girls don’t cry - cynthia comes out to her dad. very angsty but very sweet

hear it in the silence - continuation of the previous one but can stand alone, is lydia meeting cynthia’s dad and feeling a weight off her shoulders

midnight love - the multi-chaptered fic i just started and am currently writing the second chapter to! starts off with some canon-compliance but will diverge off the rails into a lot of late night meetups and some self worth discovery

these are the ones i have bookmarked on ao3 but i’ve read so many good ones just from scrolling through the tag!!

[lunanoc]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

tagged by both @spinecorset and @tat-ch sorry it's taken me this long to actually do this, thank you for tagging! ironically i have less published fics than there are slots for this game and all of these entries are dmbj, specifically pingxie fics (shocking i know)

first most hits and fourth most comments : in a landscape of having to repeat i have mixed feelings about this one mostly because it's the first thing i wrote after over a decade of not writing anything (and i was a teenager then) and is also the first piece of personal writing i ever finished period. so a lot of it was experimental and trying to get a feel for writing again in general. i tend to view it as the weaker fic of the ones i've written so far because of that among other things (like it being written at a time i was still largely unfamiliar with the books and i feel it shows in some details), but on the flipside, it's also probably one of if not my most self-indulgent one since it's a timeloop fic and i love that trope a lot. i also wrote it for a good friend (you know who you are <3) so for that it's also special

second most kudos: alight and tempered coincidentally also written for aforementioned good friend (<3). i'm tentative to say this mostly because i tend to be hypercritical of anything i make more often than not (i guess that comes with being your own beta), but i think this one might be my favorite of the things i've written so far. it's got iron triangle shenanigans, xiaoge pov, wu xie pov, and i like to think it has a nice amount of variety going on from comic beats to more serious parts and is overall fluff because i'm a sap. idk i just like exploring the unspoken elements of pingxie's relationship since so much of what they say to each other is in subtext between them anyway so this is just one attempt at it

third most bookmarks: and there will be time this one is 100% self-indulgent, case in point i impulse wrote it for wu xie's birthday week since i saw practically no one doing anything for it so i took matters into my own hands lol. i tagged it "gonna give him all the things" "xiaoge is too" and tbh that's it that's the fic. it's pingxie spending a quiet day together with no fanfare, not much else.

fifth most words and least words: my hand was the one you reached for another one also written for another good friend (you know who you are too <3) i swear practically everything i write ends up as prompted or unprompted gifts for other people lol. the entire premise of this was "hey wu xie studied architecture and in the books is mentioned as sketching a fair amount, what if instead of journaling during the sha hai period as he usually does because it was so harrowing he had a sketchbook of xiaoge doodles he carried around" followed by "what if xiaoge found the sketchbook later though" and that's it that's the fic. i'm not 100% sure about the characterization for this one to be completely honest but like everything else i'm just gonna leave it there because it's there anyway

bonus because considering i only have one other fic i get to shamelessly plug for once ok: the cruelest month and again written for another good friend (this is a pattern and yes you also know who you are <3) this one is very different from the other ones and was definitely the hardest to write for a number of reasons. the pingxie is mostly background in that xiaoge isn't there for a majority of the fic because this is essentially a detailed character study of wu xie throughout the entirety of sha hai and what leads up to it. which is very daunting. and i'm not convinced i did the complexity it deserves justice. so it tries to be an exploration of his mindset, of how that plays into his relationships with other characters, and how that ultimately plays into his gradual realization of his feelings for xiaoge while xiaoge is behind the gate. with a "what if the snake pheromones gave him the latent ability to perceive intent and emotion from the people around him too" twist. it's about 8 different things in a trenchcoat but well

tagging @shaish, @kelly42fox, @child-of-the-fairy-folk, @difeisheng, and anyone else who feels up to it!

[alltheirdamn]

girl, you’re going to send me on a tangent about this!!!!😭

okay… okay, let’s see

Jumping right in going to answer the questions right along with you bb:

Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

So first things first: yes, i have many kinks I want to write. There are some I find will either be too niche (and not everyone’s cup of tea) or it will be something i personally don’t feel confident in writing. there are certain kinks that i see other fic writers take charge with and think “damn, i sure as fuck can’t do it that well”. so, i take a step back and let them do their thing. IRL experiences? there’s one lil drabble i posted that may or may not be a personal experience, but i tend to create organic and fresh scenes that i can immerse myself in without feeling biased. (i’m going to shamelessly plug that i love receiving asks/anons with ideas or suggestions on certain kinks/scenes, because sometimes my brain is mush and i cannot think up new ideas… which is where workshopping helps a lot too)

(OTHER Q/A)

how do you come up with the scene/scenario for smut?

For the longggest of times, i was so afraid of writing smut. reading other fic writers & their own work was so intimidating. i was so overly critical about my own work and worried that everything i wrote was absolute SHIT. i struggled for so long trying to find a way to verbalize a scene i could picture in my head so clearly. The biggest thing i found that helped was just letting myself be carefree in it. i would stumble across song lyrics or pictures floating around pinterest, and decided “you know, you CAN do this.” To circle back to the actual question, i loveeeee music as the inspiration for smut. it gives me the creative ability to verbalize the way a song/lyric makes me feel. i try not to focus so much on the tiny details, and more or less try and create the world that’s being painted in my head. i want these scenes/scenarios to grow organically and be portrayed to the reader as clearly as i see them in my own mind. (and sometimes, the inspiration is just one or two words… for instance my Declined one-shot was literally in my notes app as: Joel mechanic card declines) <- like what the fuck how?

Finding the balance between planning things out so it's a comprehensive story while also leaving enough undecided that things can come up naturally.

I am very very bad at planning a story out. Like extremely bad. I will have xyz done in my head with very little else to help supplement the idea. the “undecided” aspect tends to be the bigger pieces of a fic/story, while the “planning out” tends to almost always be the dialogue. i talk… and talk… and talk to myself until i magically create a scene in my head. once the dialogue is mostly thought up, i build around it and hope for the best. i can’t say that this works all the time, but it terms of smut-centered fics, it’s what works best for me. My fic, Killing Me Softly, was no where near where i thought it would be by the end. @loonmartell came to me with an insane thread of theories and it struck me as like an “oh my for how did i not see this??” moment and i just let the theories take charge and direct the story in the way it did. i feel as tho if i plan TOO much, it leaves little room for exploration in terms of character development and plot progression.

Damn now you got me thinking about what would change if my characters "talked" to me too! / It must feel like there's writer's meeting or something except you're the only one doing the work

I read the responses and explanations to this and at first was like “no way, this doesn’t happen to me”. and then i looked at the Declined one-shot and how it spiraled into a full blown mini-series. More times than not, I’m inside the readers head creating the “what’s next” narrative to a story. (when there sometimes SHOULDN’T be a “what’s next) it’s so easy to get greedy and write more for the sake of a duo, but then i have to put the captains hat back on and say “no, i’m driving this fucking boat and you bitches need to get off and let the next two ride”. if i let my characters talk to me, hypothetically speaking, i’d never finish a story and continue their journey forever. but also… i wouldn’t hate having Joel Miller in my ear all day long.

who will frequently help me to workshop ideas and save my ass!

literally up until like maybe a month or two ago, i was still navigating this community solo. like, i hadn’t put myself out there too much and just kind of free-balled it without much interaction. BUT if it weren’t for Loon and their beautiful brain and big ideas, KMS would have never been what it is. and then @mermaidgirl30 comes along, and now we frequent each others inbox all week about coming chapters/drabbles/screenshots & i LOVE IT!!! @lotusbxtch , you’ve been a goddamn genius and my absolute horny confidante in the wee hours of the night giving me the joosiest ideas and helping me rapid fire some plans for future smut. having this community around has been so amazing, personally AND creatively speaking.

i try and tell myself that the more i write, the more practice i’m getting… so even if some smut scenes suck, i know they are only stepping stones for future WIP’s.

anyway, okay it’s 3AM & i need to stfu so i love you all & will now be zipping my mouth before i keep typing until my fingers bleed.

Question for Fic Writers

So I'm curious about something. If you write smut, how do you come up with the scene/scenario?

For me it just sort of comes to me when I'm thinking about my characters. Like especially for my chaptered series, I'll be thinking about the characters and their progression and then a smut idea for them will just pop into my head like a movie scene. I rarely feel like I'm struggling to come up with a scene bc my brain just sort of fills in the blanks if that makes sense?

But I wanna know about other writers. Do you have a kink/trope you want to write and just fit it in wherever? Are you writing from irl experiences? Do you just have a specific type of smut you want and then write for it? Do you see something on Bellesa House and want to recreate it (LMAO)? Do you have people requesting a certain fantasy/kink/trope and write based off that?

Please share bc I'm super curious!

Sound off in the comments or reblog with extended commentary if you're a yapper like me.

full pressure tags (if I forgot anybody I'm sorry!):

@frannyzooey @ezrasbirdie @joelscruff @atticrissfinch @perotovar

@swiftispunk @kedsandtubesocks @chronically-ghosted @ghostofaboy @ghoulettesinspace

@toxicanonymity @umnitsa @quinnnfabrgay @bizarrelove-triangle @ozarkthedog

@agentmarcuspike @beardedjoel @magpiepills @noxturnalpascal @beelzebeth87

@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @sp00kymulderr @luxurychristmaspudding @janaispunk @max--phillips

@covetyou @strang3lov3 @iamasaddie @iamskyereads @cavillscurls

@hier--soir @romanarose @goodwithcheese @neverwheremoonchild @netherfeildren

@beefrobeefcal @for-a-longlongtime @burntheedges @missredherring @qveerthe0ry

@grogusmum @prolix-yuy @demonsandbullets @leslie-lyman

[enbyprentiss]

Desperate

Genre: Smut, just straight filth practically no plot

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, use of nicknames mommy and puppy (this isn’t exactly pet play or age play, i just think the nicknames are hot lol), masturbation (male), oral (female receiving), pegging, degradation and praise, sweet aftercare

this fic is heavily inspired by some of the asks on @sparklinspence blog so follow them if you don’t already (you must be 18+ to follow!!!)

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After a long day at work, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend frantically rubbing his flushed, red cock against one of their pillows, whimpering and whining out for her. Her boyfriend that she didn’t even know was back from a case.

Hearing her footsteps made Spencer look up, ��I-I’m sorry--”, he began to ramble while halting his actions.

“Ah-ah. You want to act like a desperate little puppy, go ahead.”

“N-no, please! Want you!”

“Oh, really? Is that why you broke the rules?”

“I-I’m really sorry, mommy! Please, please, please?!”

“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already a mess.”, she chuckled, “Get off the pillow and stay there.”, she gave in to his pleas. He nodded and did as he was told while Y/N began to shed all her clothes. But, it wasn’t until then that she noticed the purple plug in him.

She laid on the bed in front of him, spreading her legs apart for him so that he could see the way she was glistening already. He couldn’t help but stare in awe until Y/N’s word broke Spencer from his trance, ‘Well, what are you waiting for? Go, ahead. Lick my pussy like the stupid, pathetic little thing you are.”

The degradation made his eyes glow even brighter before he got to work. He lapped her wetness up to her clit, brushing his tongue up and down while she brushed her fingers through his hair. He started teasing her entrance, prodding and pushing his tongue as far as it would go which, elicited moans to pour from her lips. And desperate to make her cum, he circled and sucked on her clit.

“Oh--fuck, yes! Such a good boy, puppy.”

Spencer sat back up, Y/N still running her fingers through his curls while he tried to lick her left over cum off of his chin. She kissed him briefly before pulling away and getting off the bed, making him whine out loudly. But that quickly changed when he saw what she was getting.

“Get on your back.”, she ordered while putting on the strap-on.

“R-really?”

“Yes, since you want to be so full like a greedy little slut.”, she gestured to the plug that was currently occupying him. Though, that didn’t last long as she sat before him and pulled it out slowly, making him moan out shamelessly.

Y/N kissed him softly, eventually traveling downward marking all across his neck and chest while she lubed them both up. He grew impatient quickly, whining and squirming on the bed.

“Do you want it or not?”, Y/N partially scolded.

“Yes! Yes, want it!”

“What do you say?”

“Please! Please, want it so bad, mommy!”

“Good boy.”, she cooed before slowly pushing into him. The new feeling made him whimper and scrunch up his nose, arching his back slightly. She set a steady pace, brushing against his sweet spot with nearly every thrust, making him moan over and over again, begging her to touch his cock. Y/N eventually gave in, gripping his flushed cock and stroking back and forth slowly.

His moans eventually turned into mindless babbling, “Aw, you’re just my dumb little puppy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes! I’m your little puppy!”

“Such a little mindless slut, huh?”

“Mhm! I’m your stupid slut, mommy!”

She picked up the pace so that every stroke of his cock matched to every thrust and now Spencer was covering his mouth with the back of his palm, trying to quiet himself down. Y/N yanked his hand away and noticing the way his cock throbbed in her hand, she slapped him just hard enough to make him cry out, “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Yes! Please, need it!”

“Say you’re sorry first.”

“I’m sorry, mommy! Won’t break the rules again! Please let me cum!”

“Ok, puppy. Go ahead.”, as soon as he was given permission he came all over her hand and his own tummy while panting. Y/N pulled the dildo out, not wanting to overstimulate him. 

She got up to get a wet rag to clean him up a little, along with a lollipop from their secret stash and some water. She wiped him down gently while he sucked on the cherry flavored sweet, occasionally taking small sips from the glass. Y/N covered Spencer’s pretty pink cheeks in kisses while trying to convince him to get up and shower.

Eventually, she succeeded and washed his soft brown locks and scrubbing him down gently. She picked out his favorite, softest pair of boxers and her favorite pair of shorts when they got back to their bedroom. She tucked them both under the covers, stroking his hair with one hand while reading to him softly with the other until he fell asleep against her bare chest. Y/N whispered little ‘I love you’s and sweet nothings to Spencer’s sleeping figure even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, before falling asleep herself.

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

@lesbeauxreves

Inset keyboard smash here cause oh my goodness you’re so kind! 😭

I ADORE how you mention it works for Benedict too. It totally does! Even in canon he’s not ready yet, adding multiple layers to himself to try to find his purpose before anything truly sticks or settles. It’s one of the reasons I’m excited for the upcoming season.

@velvetcovered-brick and I (I cannot talk about plot for this fic without giving them due credit. They’re my fellow mastermind and plot master and YES, I will shamelessly use this opportunity to plug there own fanfic works) when discussing how plot in this version of a canon re-write would change and how it would not change, we take each season into account. Some things have to stay the same. I Can already tell you that the Kanthony story for s2 in MANY ways cannot change entirely for two reasons:

1. @velvetcovered-brick and I discussed Anthony’s stubbornness. Even when Daphne, a sibling who now arguably has more experience in love and marriage than her brothers, attempts to make him see reason, Anthony refuses. Kate is similar. Benedict and Penelope won’t be able to have much impact in some respects, but how that story impacts Ben and Pen? That’s entirely different when you factor in their friendship now.

2. The season 3 ideas we’re discussing are very much our own, but we still take what the show writers have into account in terms of timeline of events where things happen like balls, parties, etc. we also take new characters into account.

While I can safely say S3 for the fic will have the biggest departure in plot from the show, we still love to see how new characters of plot points introduced can affect what we come up with. Francesca in particular has been a favorite to discuss, for reasons I can’t disclose yet.

This was a ramble, sorry! But thank you for reading!! It means so much to me!

hi friend! i've been thinking about the chapter title for the newest update of unspooled... is "alla prima" a callback to the last chapter? or is it to signify that the hits keep coming at pen, so she feels the need to constantly pour out new editions of whistledown before the ink has even dried on the old ones?

Hi friend!!! @lesbeauxreves Thank you for asking! And for reading, I really appreciate it ♥️♥️

Ohhhh, that’s a great question! It works twofold, honestly. It is a bit of a callback to the last chapter and her conversation with Benedict. How Penelope in times of duress and great stress specifically, just hammers out Whistledown columns before the ink is dry and in many cases, before the tears are dry. Everything just happens and happens and the emotions and words layer to create the picture, so to speak.

A lot of my interpretation with Penelope has been she writes some of her best, but also most cruel, columns when she’s upset and stressed. She isn’t as levelheaded as she likes to think she is, she’s quite emotional except her outbursts come through her altar ego. So literally, like you said, the hits keep coming so her writing escalates.

I like to also think (Though admittedly, I thought of this later after coming up with the chapter title) that Penelope herself isn’t done yet, right? She’s being painted later by later, and the layers are still “wet,” creating a complicated mix of colors and style as she grows. She’s nowhere near done yet, and whether this “method” is the best way to mold a person, this is what happen to her.

[recordmcqueen]

Hello! Do you have any fic recs with Kaizo as main character?

ill be honest im probably the last person you should ask about this for a few reasons

i only read fics on ao3 and in english yes i am picky but wattpad is a wasteland of art theft and immaturity and ffn is such a pain to use (there is one author i will go to ffn for but they havent written anything kaizo-centric oof) and i dont understand malay or indo so that cuts out a good chunk of fics i have access to

i actually hate kaizo lmao im not sure if this is obvious but hes not even a character i Like so much as a character that has me in a death grip and is holding my braincells hostage demanding i involve him somehow in every scenario i imagine

ramenzo. yeah uh that thing happened and im not sure if ur looking for shippy fics cause if im being honest those are (unfortunately) probably the only kaizo-centric ones ive read (and mostly written myself help) butttt this one is nice if you're ok with ship :"3

so i cant really remember any really good kaizo-centric fics ive read by other people im sorry 😭😭 unless you want me to shamelessly self-plug and promote my own (<- shippy warning) which is pretty good if i do say so myself,,

im also open for taking writing prompts if theres anything you wanna see! otherwise sorry anon i havent got much to offer here <//3

[gaeasun]

K T and Y for the ask game!

ty! ;D

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

Yes definitely. I love writing the clones as parents, bonus points they're adopting their own little brothers.

(I'm going to shamelessly plug this fic Second Life  which is not by me but its a favorite. It's very self-indulgent even tho I'm not writing it. There are also some personal favorites, such as Dogma, Fox, and someone you might be surprised to see ;D)

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

welp I'm probable going to lose followers with this but im not a big fan of ships that take characters with well established platonic friendships and ship them. It can be done well, but to me it often comes off as "they are so close they must be romantically involved." It's probably why my favorite ship in Star Wars is with an oc (Fox and Amaya from @amikoroyaiart) and the canon Star Wars relationships are... interesting.

Y: What are your thoughts on your personal satisfaction with something you’ve written vs. the popularity of your stories?  Do you tend to be most satisfied with your most popular stories?  

I find it hilarious because my most popular fics are the ones I wrote for mostly me. So I'm satisfied with them. Some of the stories I was hoping to become more popular (cough cough sorry another plug Oh Captain My Captain) are not as popular comparatively. And some I wrote were very random and weird and no ones reading them and I completely understand why XD

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve (especially post serum) is such a Sub it makes me sad that there’s not a lot of sub!Steve fics 😞😞

I KNOW RIGHT!?

I, personally, see parts of stucky as doms and subs or as tops and bottoms differently depending on the era (prewar, during ww2, canon, canon divergent, shrinkyclinks, etc.) but I am always down for big sub Steve. Ask me about him any time and I'll happily provide lol

But as of for today, some things to wet your appetite for post-serum sub Steve, anon.

If you're looking for specific fics. Here are some from AO3:

(And, yes, I shamelessly am going to also include my own because they're the first in my brain as that's where they live rent free)

"Fulfill Me" by me

"Customer Service" by me

"Caving In" by me

"Let Me Get A Try" by me

"Good Boy" by me

"Baby Seasons Change But People Don't" by me

"As You Seep On In And Keep Me Down" by thiccbuckybarnes

^ HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

"this ledge i'm on" by gacelesso

"Blush Pink" by voluptuous_panic

"trial run" by greenbergsays

"Nothing Like A Dame" by abelrunner

^ (Okay, okay, that one is a Peggy/Steve/Bucky not just Stucky BUT Steve is Peggy's sub and Bucky is both Peggy's and Steve's sub and I enjoyed it so if you don't mind ww2 threesome than it's fun.)

"Run That Mouth" by maddiewritesstucky

"Six Or Seven" by 13Queen

"Mirror Mirror" by 13Queen

"Deja Vu" by 13Queen

If you want specific hcs/drabbles/Tumblr fics:

(Again, I'm putting mine first here too because I know which ones they are and where haha)

Needy newly serumed up Steve by my

Stucky tub sex by me

Jock Steve getting dicked down by me

Submissive Steve tops Bucky by me

Steve likes being licked by me

Mean, jock Bucky and crier Steve by @maddiewritesstucky

Semen Bucket Steve by @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3

Semen Bucket Steve P.2 by @the1918

Sensitive Stevie by @the1918

^ okay, that one doesn't really have post serum Steve but... I couldn't resist

Steve getting choked by @viperbranium

Puppy Subby Steve by @ipoiledi

Steve and Bucky having marathon sex by @ipoiledi

(^ technically just bottom Steve but it's blazingly hot)

Steve wearing a vibrating plug by @ixalit

If you want specific Tumblr creatives who I know appreciate big sub Steve:

@the1918 - search their Tumblr for omega Steve and that's pretty much big sub Steve, its some of my favorite stuff (I didn't include it above 'cause I don't know if you're into A/B/O or not, anon). Some of the sweetest big sub Steve too. Or just straight up look up #SubSteveAnon on their blog because *chefs kiss*

@howdoyousleep3 - search her catalog for baby Stevie and daddy James and you will find a TON of treasures within that!

@maddiewritesstucky - I don't know if this counts but search her blog for #JockVerse and you'll find not always explicitly sub Steve stuff but... there's just something about jock Steve thats got Vibes™️ if you know what I mean ;)

Also!

If anyone out there sees this and knows of more Sub Steve content, yours or others, feel more than welcome to reply or reblog with additions!!

[randomingoftherandomness]

Modern au where zzs proposes to his bf if you're up for it? 🥺🙏

Hey Nonnie, I hope you don’t mind a somewhat spicy modern au proposal fic 😆 🌶 🍋 coz I wrote it hehe

Tagging @genderqueernerd for the inspiration for this. Always remember kids; true friends are the ones who see pretty butt plugs and go, hm, should send to my friend because they could get inspiration from this 🌹

Dedicated to all my Shanren-men 🌸 I hope everyone is having a wonderful day and that you are safe and happy wherever you are in this big wide world ❤️

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It occurs to him, quite belatedly, that Lao Wen wouldn’t have minded if the ring he was going to propose to him with, was a bedazzled cock ring. Something incredibly flash but stylish at the same time. Made of supple cow leather. Tan? Or perhaps a warm and deeper shade? Something that would look good nestled on the base of his cock, glinting amongst the dark curls.

If anything, Zishu muses with his brushing against the seam of the Tiffany blue box, the perverted bastard would actually prefer it.

They were an unusual couple. From the get-go they’d run hot and fast and burning like forest fires through every rule book that logically tells each step of what constitutes as proper relationship markers. Where others would have named it as ‘love at first sight’, Zishu has unabashedly and adoringly called Lao Wen his very own ‘professional stalker at first sight’; all those shamelessly showing up where he knew Zishu would be, the always having Zishu’s preferred snacks and drinks at hand, the relentless flirting...

He had tried to get rid of the man very early on by saying that he was straight. Lao Wen had merely calmly smiled and said that there was more than one type of love in the world.

And in the end, what were Zishu’s walls in the face of the tides that swept him into the orbit of his Lao Wen.

So now they were here. With Zishu contemplating the engagement ring he bought, standing in the halogen glow of the street lamp outside their window, wondering a little if he should buy something Lao Wen would actually use.

Maybe a butt plug? Matching butt plugs with a pretty rosette? Or the kind with their names on it? The thought of Lao Wen wearing the weight of their love in such an intimate space has him momentarily weak with desire and soft with love. In truth, he already knows that whatever he gets Lao Wen, his beloved will love it all the same.

Said to-be fiancé is sound asleep in their bed, hair messy and drooling into the pillow with his naked ass bared to the night air. Something he hadn’t expected to like before moving in with Lao Wen was how much he likes sharing space with him. Even if they were doing little else but play games and scroll aimlessly through Weibo, he loves it; this physical being of existing next to another.

Resolving himself, he closes his fist around the box and climbs into bed. Draping himself over Lao Wen’s back, Zishu smiles, pressing adoring kisses down the side of his sleep warm face, pressing chest to bare back as he says, “I love you. Marry me.”

In truth, Zishu doesn’t expect a reply. He is already calculating how to say these words again in the light of day, but as if seized by some unexpected curl of fate, Lao Wen’s eyes shoot wide open, lips parting in a gasp.

Twisting around under him, slender hands come up to cup his cheeks. Disbelief and delight sparkling in the shadows of his eyes, Lao Wen croaks out, “Say that again.”

Zishu huffs, biting his inner cheek as he stretches to flick their bedside lamp. The light suffuses the night dark with a warm glow and he shuffles close to slide their lips together in a slow kiss.

“I love you. Marry me and let’s be a family, hm?”

Another kiss follows that. Tinged with a smile and the taste of happy tears. “Yeah.” Zishu hears breathily murmured. “Yes, a thousand times yes!”

[agentnatesewell]

Hello! The Nat art on your blog is beautiful. I love Nat!

I'm writing a Nat fic now. I never see any Nat fics. But I'm new here. found a few blogs n see all Nate and Mason. So happy to finely see some Nat!!!!! Thank you!

Hello, friend! Thank you so much for this lovely message!

Oh my god, the Nat art as my pinned post? Is literally my favorite art of all time. She is just so stunning and gorgeous, isn’t she? I have more Nat art to share, too!

I have such love for Agent Natalie Sewell, it’s unreal. What I have on my tumblr blog is really just the tip of the iceberg for my love and admiration for her. No really, you should see me in DMs (especially with my bestie 🦔).

I have two brain cells, one is dedicated to Nate Sewell and the other is dedicated to Nat Sewell.

I’ve been meaning to create a Nat appreciation post. Because she is so underrated! And she is incredible. Intelligent, charming, thoughtful, caring, courageous, selfless, and I could go on (but also? Tall pretty vampire wife? Please. Yes.). And she deserves all the love and pleasantries and the recognition of how truly wonderful she is.

But that will come on another day!

I’m going to recommend three blogs as they’re on the top of my mind and when they did a 15 second sketch of their favorite character, it was of Nat Sewell (and I love them all): @lilas @nerdferatum @gnomeandostrich

I’m going to leave this fic that I adore and I know you will love:

(Edit to shamelessly plug my little AO3 that has four Nat fics and one day I’ll put my free write drabbles together on one page but here we are - and you will find them under my #mar writes twc tag, if tumblr cooperates)

Plus this thought: if UB had Adam and Nat? We know who the real commanding agent is. And that Adam would drink his respect Nat juice out of his wine glass every morning.

AND !!! I would love to read your Nat fic when you post it! Send me a message or just tag me at this blog! Please!

Really, instant serotonin boost when I see the lovely and nice Nat content out there 💕 I have seen so much Nat art recently and it makes me so happy (oh and you have to check out my friend @zevrn whose Nat is simply sublime!)

I meeeaaannnn

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Dom! Namjoon x bratty Sub! Reader x Dom! Hoseok

Gender of the Reader: female

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: SMUT!!! (Well, that’s not smut anymore, that’s literally porn) 99,6% Smut + 00,4%Fluff at the end

Warnings: …well… where should I begin?…THIS IS PURE PWP! Threesome, Polyamory, Dom-/Sub-Themes, Masturbation, Toys, Petnames, Degradation, filthy Name-Calling, Master-Kink, Daddy-Kink, Lots of really filthy Dirty Talk, Swearing, Spanking, HEAVY Assplay, Anal-Fingering, lot of Lube, Pussy-Exhibitionism(?), Pussy Slapping, Mirror-Sex/Making out, Double Penetration (vaginal + anal), Squirting, Unprotected Sex (be smart in RL pls!), Mentions of Aftercare wtf i’m doing with my life?! i need holy water.

A/N: This story got inspired by an idea of the lovely and absolute amazing @h0esvck , we texted smutty shit with each other. Originally it only should be a drabble. Well, here we are again with a 3.6k porn fic.

Summary: You are sexually frustrated, annoyed and bored, which is why you started to masturbate without the permission of your boyfriends Namjoon and Hoseok. Even if they promised to take care of your needs tonight. But you don’t feel like waiting anymore. But you also didn’t expect that Hobi catches you with your pastel blue dildo deep in your pussy…

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With a sigh of pleasure, you let your head fall back into the countless pillows of your huge king size bed and close your eyes shortly afterwards. You tense the muscles of your ass with a wicked smile up and begin to moan softly as you feel the hard and unyielding metal clearly between your buttcheeks. God, you just love the feeling of your little hole being filled with a plug.

Just the thought that your sweet pussy will be stuffed with the big pastel blue dildo just makes you even wetter. You feel your arousal running down slowly over your butt and dripping on the towel under you. Hobi and Joon have promised to take today’s evening some time for their little princess off and takes care of you and your needs. But when you heard this promise you just roll your eyes.

They can promise you a lot when the day seems to be long. With the same words, they put you off last week and the week before. Sure, they have a hell of a lot to do, but then they shouldn’t keep giving you such empty promises again and again if they can’t keep them. You are tired of waiting and if they’re not able to satisfy your needs, then you do it yourself.

You have ignored your sexual desires way too long, you’ve had nothing between your legs for too long to be still able to endure this burning lust in your lower abdomen. Usually your boys ensure that your high sex drive is satisfied by themself and that you hardly have to lend a hand yourself, unless they are on tour. Only for this reason you have your own toy box, the other toys have been locked away by the boys, so you’re not tempted to help yourself without permission. What a pity that they forgot to take this box away from you~

You bite your lower lip in anticipation as you push the realistic modeled dildo into your greedy and impatiently waiting hole. You fill yourself inch by inch until you have the toy in your dripping cunt right up to the base. Your walls gripping the silicone cock firmly, your pussy has really sucked it in as if she were afraid that the dildo would be taken away from you again.

A slight blush of pure enjoyment settle down on your cheeks at the thought that both of your holes are stuffed. You have to admit, you have a small (well, more of a huge) kink for this, you just love the feeling of being completely filled.

You love that you’re even tighter and more sensitive than you already are when you wear a plug or anal beads. You love the sensation when you feel the plug clearly next to the dildo when you pulling it out or pushing it back into you. You love the idea of ​​loosening your tight hole up with a plug or anal dildo until it shines full of lube and start clenching around nothing, just waiting to be used as a play or fuck hole by the boys.

Your lips open a little bit to let the moans and whimpers escaping your throat as you pump the dildo in and out of your pussy faster and faster. The fingertips of your other hand rubs erratically over your clit. You just spread your thighs even more until you are completely bare and open on the bed. The thought of being caught by someone, how you present yourself shamelessly like you are on a silver tablet and fuck yourself with toys makes you so fucking horny.

…well, you didn’t expect to be really caught, and especially not by Hoseok!

“Oh, look, who do we have here? Has someone been so impatient and desperate for a cock that a crappy fake cock seems to be content for you and just couldn’t wait for a real cock? What should I do with a cockslut like you are now? Hm?”

Surprised and also half horrified, your eyes snaps open and your body drive up straight in the bed. Out of sheer alarm, you just forgot that the dildo is still halfway inside your pussy.

Actually, he shouldn’t be at home yet, isn’t he still at dance practice?!

“H-Hobi … w-what are you doing here? Don’t you have practice right now? …and it’s not what it looks like, believe me! H-Haha!”, you try a little giggle to ease the tension in the room, but it comes out more hysterical than casual.

But Hobi doesn’t laugh, he just looks at you with a hard, cold gaze that gives you chills running down your back and goosebumps are forming on your skin. Then, he finally breaks the eye contact, which makes you gasp in relief. But then he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket and seems to be typing a message. Oh god, no, no, no! Don’t text Namjoon, please don’t inform Namjoon about this here! When Hoseok seems to be pressing the send button, he looks up again, this time with a devilish smile on his lips. Now he puts his phone back into his pocket.

Oh God… you’re going to be in trouble, definitely!

“Hobi, I can explain everything, really! I-”

He gives you this intimidating and dominant look, so that you know that the smartest you could do right now is, to immediately shutting your babbling mouth.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you know the rules very well. And don’t call me ‘Hobi’, understand?”

“Y-Yes Master.”

“Right, that’s what I am for you. At least on this point you are a good girl and correct your mistakes. And now, take this dildo out of your slutty plussy and bend over my knee.”

You gulp hard and you notice how your cheeks become involuntarily hot with embarrassment, having disappointed your master so much with being such a bratty babygirl. At the same time, this embarassment also causes that a wild ball of excitement, desire and anticipation forms in your lower belly, which immediately attacks your pussy and even more arousal sticks now to the insides of your thighs.

You cannot really explain it, but on the one hand you are ashamed of your bratty behavior, on the other hand you are looking forward to your punishment in a kinda masochistic-exited way.

With shaky fingers and a little whimper, you pull the dildo out of yourself, right after that you feel how your empty hole is yearningly searching for something, clenching around nothing. Hoseok sat down on the edge of the bed, directly on the opposite side of the huge full body mirror, which takes almost the whole wall up on this side of the room. He turns his head to you and raises his eyebrow questioningly as if he wants ask why it takes you so long. With hasty steps on all fours you crawl over to him and climb with both hands over his lap and lie down on it with your lower middle.

A shock runs through your whole body when you realize, that you’re still wearing the plug, but it has previously seemed as if Hoseok had not noticed yet that you were wearing one.

You quickly turn your crimson red face around and try to hide it in the bed sheets. You start counting the seconds in your head until he notice the basis of the plug with the declaration “Daddy’s Girl”, a plug that Namjoon gave you a while ago.

“Oh, look what I found here between these perfectly round asscheeks… you’re such a greedy bitch, Princess. One stuffed hole isn’t enough for you? No, our little doll need both holes filled. Only for that you you earn it that I spank your ass. While you’re wearing the plug, you just love it when your asshole is stuffed. You’ll love it!”, wispers Hoseok in a sadistic voice and dreamily twiddle a bit on the plug before he pulls your butt up, so that you’re sticking your ass up in the air now. You feel the cold air on your wet pussy, makes you shiver briefly. You bet you’re dripping on Hoseok’s jeans.

“And now, count.”

A surprised yelp comes from your lips when the first slap on your right cheek comes faster and harder than you expected. The slap burns slightly on your skin, luckily the pain goes away pretty quickly. But as soon as the pain of the first slap is over, the second slap follows on your left ass cheek.

“I said count!”

Hoseok reminds you in a deep, ice-cold voice and gives you a accusing slap on both buttcheeks, right over the plug.

You whimper and start counting, try to not let yourself get too distracted by the slaps. The slaps themselves are not even the problem, rather you have to fight with the burning sensation on your skin and at the same time with the raging feeling of pleasure in your abdomen, where sexual pleasure mixes with the pain and creates an explosive mixture of desire. Your fingers gripping the bed sheets hard and you’re breathing heavy, especially these specific slaps directly on your plug kills you.

They hurt, of course, but the direct hit on the plug stimulates countless nerve endings on your muscle ring, triggering a wave of euphoric lust that almost makes you beg for more slaps. When Hoseok notices the effect of the slaps on the plug in your body, a diabolic smile flits across your lips.

“Princess, spread your legs a little bit more and support yourself by your shoulders, reach back and spread your ass cheeks for your master.”

You are confused, but you don’t dare to ask and follow the instructions without any comment. You gasp in disbelief when you feel how Hoseok grabs the base of the plug and slowly pulls it out of you, only to immediately place the plug back onto your puckered hole and tease with the tip of the plug your muscle ring, which is glistening of all the Lube.

“Princess, control yourself. Don’t be greedy and don’t just suck the plug back in right away just because I’m slowly pushing it back into you. We’ll practice it until you can control your little fuckhole.”

That’s how it goes. If your ass is too fast and your rosy muscle ring has eagerly sucked the plug in again, Hobi will pull it out immediately and start the next attempt. But not before he gave you a gentle and reprimand slap on your pussy lips and clit.

You notice how you loosen up more and more. The plug slides with every new attempt in and out more and more easily, without your muscle ring immediately having the plug firmly enclosed again.

“Well, that’s just a little bit of training. Now Bunny, you’ll get a little more training~”, purrs Hoseok and seems to be extremely satisfied with himself. You don’t care what kind of training is incoming, you just pray that your asshole or pussy is going to be filled with something. You can’t stand any longer being so empty, you are pretty much too worked up for that.

You can feel how Hoseok is turning away with his upper body and apparently putting the plug on the towel and reaching instead for the tube with the lubricant and the box with the one-way latex gloves. Oh fuck yes! Please, please, please, fuck my tiny asshole with your fingers!

Your arms, which have gradually become a bit numb, get a new adrenaline rush by the thought and you spread your buttcheeks even more. A deep chuckle comes from Hoseok’s throat.

“It seems like my little slut can hardly wait to get her asshole fingered and stretched open for a big, fat cock, right? Do you want it? Do you want that your Master scissoring that tiny asspussy open for your Master’s long cock? What do you want my sweet cum-bunny?”

His filthy dirty talk is driving you crazy, he knows your soft spots too well. You feel your hips shaking, you can’t remember wanting your ass fingerfucked so freaking bad.

“Yes, yes, yes, p-please Master! Fuck my little slutty asshole open with your fingers, please! Let my muscle ring be loose, turn my asshole into a soft and stretched asspussy for your cock! … please, please , please!”

Hoseok curse under his breath, which puts a little satisfied grin on your lips. You also know exactly what kind of words you should use to drive Hoseok insane.

“I’m gonna fingerfuck that little hole of yours properly into a wonderful asspussy, trust me.”

You hear him putting a pair of latex gloves one and use two fingers of his left hand to push the plush around your rosey, puckered hole away and then press a thick layer of cool lube out of the tube onto your muscle ring.

You whine and buck your hips up, can’t wait to feel his fingers inside of you. The first one of his deliciously long fingers slides into your hole, a short time later the second follows after he has determined how well relaxed you are already. He stretches you open with his index and middle fingers so that he can add his ring Finger now too. His movements are getting faster and faster and your whimpering and moaning are getting louder until Hoseok abruptly withdraws the fingers.

He’s breathing hard now and a glance from the corner of your eye is enough to see that he have enough of the training and preparations.

“Princess, open Masters pants and get his dick out and prepare it properly with a thick coat of lube. We both love it messy and slippery with a lot of lube, right? You little anal queen just love the squelching noises your ass makes when I fuck you hard from behind … I always see how your pussy is gushing with arousal when we have a sloppy anal fuck … ”, he whispers in your ear.

You have never been so quick to get his rock-hard, deliciously long and average thick cock out of his pants and to coat it with lube. Then he guides you with your back to him on your knees over his lap, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance and you let yourself down slowly, relishfully slide down onto this wonderful cock with your asscheeks being spread apart. Take this beast of a cock inch by inch until you’re completely sitting on Hoseok’s lap and stuffed the entire length of his cock down to the base into your ass.

The stretched and filled feeling is so delightful that you let out a long moan of pleasure. You just want to lift yourself up again, then lower yourself back onto his lap to ride him, but Hoseok holds you by the waist with an iron hand.

“No, princess. You’ll stay right here and just pull your feet forward. You should no longer kneel, but squat down in such a way that we can watch your dripping and pretty empty pussy in the mirror together. How needy your little pussy hole is to be stuffed up and how wonderful your asshole is already stuffed with a cock. Just a little anal cockwarming, nothing bad. And now we just wait for Namjoon and you can ask him then if he fucks your little pussy, so our cumslut is satisfied and has a load of cum in both of her holes. But now you can practice being patient!”

That could only be a bad joke from Hoseok… but his smile in the mirror tells you a different story. He’s absolutely serious.

In the end there were only twenty minutes left to wait for the third person in your relationship, but it was by far the worst twenty minutes of your life. Hobi forbade every little bouncer on his cock and if you tried, he gave you a quick slap on the clit, which made you whimper in desperation. You were close to tears and when you heard the key in the lock of the front door, you couldn’t hold back and called Namjoon in a tearful voice.

“Daddy, Daddy! Please, please, please, I-I need you, I can’t take it anymore! Daddy, please come!”

Namjoon takes a quick step in the direction of your bedroom and when he opens the door, a surprised expression is written on his face, which quickly changes into the diabolical smirk of the personification of the devil.

“Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Did you get your punishment for being a bratty horny girl today? Hm? Let your Master you wait until Daddy comes home? Did she learn what it means to be patient and not bratty? ”

“Yes, yes, yes! I learned my bitter lesson! B-But please fuck me now! D-Daddy, I need your cock in my pussy to be finally able to cum! P-Please!”

To prove how much you need Namjoon’s cock, Hoseok reaches around your waist, between your gorgeous thighs and spreads your glistening pussy lips with his index and middle finger and presents Namjoon your dripping entrance which is desperately clenching and just scream to be stretched, fucked and filled with cum until it’s leaking out.

“God Hoseok, what did you done with our pretty little doll? She’s desperate like a doggy bitch in her heat, whining and just literally begging for cocks! Calm down, Babygirl. Master and Daddy got you and we’ll take care of your attention seeking holes proberly. ”, says Namjoon and gives you a gentle look, which is destroyed by the dirty smirk in the corners of his mouth.

“Hoseok, keep her spreaded like that. I want to see how well I stretch her pussy open when I’m entering her with my cock.”

Quickly the pants and boxer briefs from Namjoon slipped down and now hanging halfway on his thick thighs and he rubs his beautiful cock two or three times with a cocky grin in his damn beautiful face. And then, finally, finally, finally he glides in your arousal leaking hole and fill you up to the maxium of the possible. A high pitched scream leaves your lips as the brutal fucking begins.

Hoseok lies down on his back, holds your hip with his hands in position with and thrusts from below into your asshole. Namjoon has your legs hooked onto his arms with the bottom side of your knees and grab your thighs roughly while he fucks the shit out of you. You wrapped helplessly your arms around Namjoon’s neck, trying to find a halt somewhere with this animalistic fuck.

“Fuck Baby, I love it when we fuck you together, you are always so fucking tight and I feel Hoseoks Cock fucking you right next to mine. How does it feel? How does it feel being fucked by two thick cocks? You love it, right? You literally live on our dicks, you’re such a filthy cockslut! But you’re our cockslut! And our precious cute cum-bunny, our bunbun what loves to be filled with our thick cum cream!”

More and more high pitched screams full of pure primal need and pleasure comes over your lips, you are so damn near to exlode and to cum so hard like never before. And then put Hoseok the cherry on top and let his fingers in your pussy glidung to your clit and start rubbing and flicking it roughly. It seems, there is so much more in your body to burst and before you’re able to think it to a proper end, you just can feel it.

Clear cum is gushing out of your pussy, over and over again, it seems like there is no end. That’s the first time that you squirted and that’s so freaking damn hot, the boys are eager to milk the very last drop of cum out of your pussy and just rubbing your clit over and over again. Until you sob, you can’t anymore and your clit is so swollen and sore. But the boys aren’t done yet. They have to fill you up too!

You don’t know if you start crying out of pleasure or overstimulation. But when they shoot grunting and groaning their thick cum loads into your holes, you are trembling and sobbing, just completely wrecked. In a good way. You never felt so satisfied and kinda… happy? Calmness slowly returns to the room, you can only hear the heavy breathing of you three.

“Did you learn your lesson that you shouldn’t be disobedient, baby girl?” Namjoon asks you, lifting your chin, looking you straight in the eye. Your voice doesn’t want to work, so you just nod and look at him honestly. A tender smile spreads on his lips. “Good, princess.”

“Hobi, would you please carry her to the bathroom and clean her with a warm, soft washcloth? Then you could let a bath in for the three of us, I’ll come a bit later, I just think I should clean the mess our princess causes and re-make the bed with a new set of bed sheets.”, says Joon with an amused wink into your direction.

Embarrassed, you hide your blushing face on Hobi’s shoulder, who carries you laughing into the bathroom and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

[bamf-jaskier]

Ive seen all ur fic recs and I love them, do you know any bodyswap fics?

Alright, we got some fic recs coming right up:

O, Empathy

Jaskier & Geralt Bodyswap, When Jaskier insults one sorcerer too many he wakes up in the wrong body. Now he and Geralt have to figure out to break the curse. Probably the most popular bodyswap fic in the fandom, goddamn hilarious and a great read too. It’s also complete!! @nectarinepit

Mean it (and break me down)

Jaskier & Geralt Bodyswap, They get caught up in a fairie’s curse and have until the full moon to break it. Very cute and sweet fic. Lots of talk about Geralt’s self-loathing but don’t worry!! Jaskier is here to help. 

What Calamity, What Ruckus

Jaskier & Geralt Bodyswap, another casefic where Jaskier and Geralt get body swapped trying to help someone out. Really dives into the sensory overload stuff which is fun, solid read! 

Deep

Jaskier & Geralt Bodyswap, Yennefer asks for Jaskier’s help to get Geralt out of a situation and it involves swapping bodies. It’s a good post-mountain fic that will get u feeling something. @humbae

Body or Mind

Jaskier & Geralt Bodyswap, it’s all fun and games until Jaskier has to take a potion in Geralt’s body.  Some nice hurt/comfort here. happy ending tho!! @jaskiersvalley

Out of Body Out of Love

Jaskier & Yennefer Bodyswap, When a murder in Toussaint ends with Jaskier and Yennefer swapping bodies he would have never expected the cure to lie somewhere in pretending to be Yennefer while going on a date with Geralt. Yes I am shamelessly plugging my own version of the trope.

Switch

Jaskier & Yennefer Bodyswap, When a spell goes wrong, Jaskier and Yennefer take the opportunity to have some fun with Geralt. PWP you have been warned, very fun concept. @round--robin

Trading Places

Jaskier & Roach Bodyswap, someone wants Jaskier and Geralt to gain a little perspective, too bad they hit Roach and Jaskier with the curse instead. This made me laugh SO HARD. please go read it. @sospes

Horsing Around

Jaskier & Roach Bodyswap, Jaskier and Geralt stumble into a fairy circle while having sex, this leads to Jaskier getting body swapped with Roach as a punishment. I do not know WHY Jaskier and Roach body swap is a thing in multiple fic but I am here for it and the idea makes me cackle wildly. @the-devils-goose

Alright, these are some of my picks, If you know more, feel free to add them!

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The Duality of Man

RATING: E

>>>Read on AO3<<<

No prompt or anything, just felt like flexing my E-rated muscle Short BDSM EM story for your viewing pleasure - if smut isn't your cup of tea then I suggest avoiding it for the sake of your mental health ^^ (another story that is def. in the main fic universe, just doesn't really fit the narrative right now)

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was high in the sky, illuminating everything with its warm rays, the birds were singing, people were enjoying these gifts from the earth. Yet, as it always is, there were certain places where the sun did not shine, such as the room Eren was sitting in.

Then again, in his case it was better to have the shutters closed, because he didn’t want an audience right now. The things that were happening were better to be enjoyed with just the two people involved.

Taking a sip of the whiskey in his hand, Eren leaned into the gentle hug of the leather, the chair being exactly as comfortable as one can physically be. He, in his arrogance, ignored the beautiful day outside, as his eyes were trained on another prize, and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t quite a spectacle as well.

It would also be rude not to pay attention, as his kitten was trying so, so hard.

The Sybian saddle was a powerful machine, and watching it wreck Mikasa’s shop was a sight. Or, to be exact, her riding it was the sight – the machine was only a part of the whole picture. It began on the top, where the cat ears were sitting snuggly nestled into her midnight hair, now matted with sweat. Her sharp grey eyes were hidden from him by the blindfold, but that was a trade Eren was willing to take. Down over her pretty, pretty face that was contorted not only in the pleasure from the Sybian but also by the big black ball gag between her teeth, drool glistening as it trickled down her chin. Some of it dribbled down to her collar, adorned by a cute little jingle bell.

It jingled as her body trembled, and that was so fucking hot.

Down still and now Eren was staring at her perfect tits, decorated with metal clamps on the hardened nipples. The silver chain connecting these two only added to the artistic value of the whole set. Mikasa's hands were submissively clasped behind her head, held in place by no bondage but her master’s word. Eyes sliding down, Eren took a sip of the whiskey, taking in the place where the magic happened.

Mikasa was kneeling on the ground, legs very wide apart, most of her weight resting on the saddle-shaped sex toy. It was hard to call it “resting” considering how much it wrecked her - the machine was turned on quite a high setting, the vibrations stimulating the poor girl’s sex at a brutal rate.

And because Eren was a demanding dom, he had to add a bit more to the mix.

There was an egg vibrator taped directly on Mikasa’s swollen clit, its quiet buzzing quite tame compared to the Sybian. As Mikasa was playing a catgirl tonight Eren had put the tail plug into her earlier, and just because he was so generous that was also added to the mix, stimulating her other opening.

Technology truly is the best, everything can vibrate nowadays.

At the beginning of the play Mikasa had a whole set of her cat lingerie on, but as the fun progressed most of it was taken away from her. The only article of clothing remaining on her body were the cute black stockings, left alone because Eren had a thing for her legs and was far beyond pretending that he didn’t.

The rest was perfect too, of course. She was bathed in sweat, tormented for some time already, and Eren could spend an eternity watching her abdominals flutter against the powerful vibrations from several sources. Her hips had a mind of their own, sliding back and forth slightly as she rode the toy, gasping into the gag.  

While he was taking in the sights, Mikasa’s body continued trembling, the multiple assaults her body was enduring rather draining. Eren had forbidden her from cumming under a threat of severe punishment, and she knew that he wasn’t bluffing. Earlier she came against his wishes and he whipped her ass so hard that Mikasa cried and begged for mercy.

The welts were there as a reminder and made this whole Sybian ride that much more taxing. With no way to measure time Mikasa had no idea how long she was here, how long it was since Eren ordered her to climb on this infernal machine, face in a very no-discussion-allowed expression. With the blindfold cutting her vision she didn’t even know if he was still here or if he didn’t leave, letting her torment herself.

Close to being overcome Mikasa’s whole being clenched, her muscles standing out beneath the skin so beautifully that she looked like a statue. Her hands shook where they rested behind her head, this close to disobeying orders and pushing herself from the saddle. Teeth biting into the rubber ball in her mouth, Mikasa inhaled sharply through the nose and fought to get her treacherous body back under control. The punishment was painful for disobeying once, and she didn’t want a repetition of that experience.

From his perch Eren saw it all, understanding that his partner’s subspace was under attack, and as a good dom it was his duty to put her back into it. Checking his watch he hummed in acknowledgment, noticing that Mikasa was taking this edging torture for quite a while now. What a good whore, he truly couldn’t wish for a more obedient kitten to train. Standing up, he grabbed the riding crop and walked over to the buzzing saddle with its beautiful occupant. A flick of his wrist and the crop swatted over Mikasa’s chained nipples, forcing a muffled scream from her.

That’s right slut, I’m still here, said the crop, better behave.

Reminded of his presence Mikasa straightened her posture, shamelessly presenting her naked body to him on a silver platter. It belonged to him anyway, she was his submissive for the night and he could do whatever he wanted to her. The twisted way of thanks was the flick of the crop right against her abused clit, forcing Mikasa to sag against the flare of strange pain. Huffing, she straightened once again, mentally preparing herself against the whip.

Eren circled her like a shark, steps deliberate and slow, taking his time. Stopping directly behind her, Eren silently admired the tattoo, somehow unable to get enough of the inked wings. Staring at his own in the mirror was good, but looking at hers, stretched over the pale sweaty skin, that was a treat. A flick of the crop against her reddened butt later he resumed his patrol.

Blindfolded as she was, Mikasa couldn’t track Eren’s steps. The crop was unseen and accurate, hitting exactly where the master wanted, smacking the most vulnerable parts of her body. The whipped ass, the clamped nipples, the vibrated clitoris. Several times she was forced to curl her body by pure instincts, defense against the pain, but she always forced herself back upright.

Through it all the saddle never stopped going and neither did the egg vibrator or the tail buttplug. Mikasa was nearing the limits of her sanity, screaming, groaning and gasping like crazy whenever the crop painfully kissed another part of her sweaty skin. Tears from behind the blindfold, forced by both pleasure and pain. The drool trickling down, slicking the rubber of the ball gag. Too much pleasure, too much pain, balancing on the edge was torture and she was doing it to herself.

Because through it all, Eren’s order reigned absolute. He owned her – body and mind.

The leather of the riding crop appeared, this time under her chin, forcing her to look up with unseeing eyes. Soon after the blindfold was taken away and Mikasa blinked into the light, watching Eren tower over her. Damn but he looked good, dressed in a shirt with rolled-up sleeves and an undone top button. From the position on her knees Mikasa could also see the unmistakable bulge in his slacks, proving how much Eren was enjoying himself.

“You did well, slut.”

Before any conscious reaction could take place Mikasa literally purred at the praise, her mindset being fully the one of a submissive kitten. Not one that she took often, but when she did Mikasa could really get into it.

“Is there a reward you would like?”, her master asked, ever so generous.

In Mikasa’s mind there was only one thing right now. Angling her head she rubbed her face on the crotch of Eren’s pants, feeling his hardness twitch beneath her cheek. To strengthen her plea she looked him I the face, doing her best pupp-…. kitten eyes. If her mouth wasn’t wrenched open by the massive ball gag, Mikasa would be biting the bottom lip too. Anything to seduce him, anything.

“You want that, huh? Well, my attention is not cheap…”

She rubbed against him more insistently, willing to do practically anything to get off - the Sybian was incredibly effective at its job. With a grin Eren reached behind her head, unclasping the strap holding the rubber ball between her lips.

“First you’ll suck me off, and don’t even think about getting down from the saddle.”, he commanded,” You are going to ride it like a fucking cowgirl while my cock is in your throat, and you will love every second of it.”

With a wet pop the gag came free, dropped on the floor.

“Only after I cum on your face and tits will I consider letting you come too. Understand?”

Voice hoarse as she spoke, the desperate catgirl agreed immediately.

“Yes, sir.”

Somewhat gently, he patted her cheek.

“Good girl.”

With a dark chuckle Eren repositioned his hand on Mikasa’s head, right between the cat ears, angling it so it would line up with his length. She took him eagerly into her mouth, the skilled tip of her tongue sliding over all the good places and he couldn’t suppress a groan. Gripping her hair, mostly as a reminder that he’s in charge, Eren cleared his throat before giving her the order that was sure to result in an ocean of pleasure for him and a facial for her, knowing how amazing Mikasa was at this.

“Begin.”

Not even a week later, their positions were reversed.

The straitjacket must have been an invention from the deepest part of hell. Hands uselessly clenching against its restrictive hold, Eren groaned in pure desperation. It didn’t budge, of course, keeping his arms uselessly bound to his stomach.

Above him, his mistress noticed that immediately and it amused her. Greatly.

“You can pull at it as much as you want, slut, you are not getting out.”

The latex of her gloves was cold against the back of Eren’s knees as she pushed his legs higher, perfecting the angle she was fucking him at. The hammering of the strap-on against his ass would feel that much better if it wasn’t for the cage locking his cock away yet tied up as he was all Eren could do was whine.

Honestly, he should have known better than to expect Mikasa not to take her revenge after the Sybian thing. Or maybe revenge isn’t the best word- she loved that toy but her strong sense of equality demanded to balance the scales.

Which, after a certain course of action, led here.

To him, lying on his back on the bed, gagged, with a latex hood covering his face and locked in a straitjacket. Not to mention that fucking cage between his legs. At least the hood had an opening for the eyes, so he could watch Mikasa in all her glory while she ravaged him.

And glorious she was, wearing latex too, of course, the material covering her arms in elbow-length gloves and legs in thigh-high stockings. There were some real killer heels on her feet, Eren knew since he was forced to worship them. When she pushed those sharp heels into his mouth and ordered to suck, they almost reached down to his poor throat. Not that he complained though, since he also got to kiss and lick his way all over Mikasa’s godlike latex-covered legs, and that was an experience he adored.

Even her torso was in that shiny black material, the nice new leotard-type bodysuit fitting very well with the rest of her outfit. So yea, the second she walked through the door and ordered Eren to kneel he did so without thinking. After he properly worshipped her legs and shoes, practically a ritual at this point, Mikasa brought out the bondage tool of her choice. His body moved automatically when she ordered him to strip and then tied him up with the bondage jacket, assisting his goddess in any way he could. He was tied up like this, cock locked, and then the play truly began.

First things first – he was made to take care of her pleasure with nothing else but the new dildo gag. Apparently Eren was not the only one who kept accumulating new toys because Mikasa could also surprise him.

It felt strange, fucking her with his face like he was, and if Eren would have the choice to pick he would prefer to eat Mikasa out instead. Unluckily, today was not the day when he got to make choices. One, two climaxes later, teased out of her by that thing and the Hitachi wand Mikasa used on herself, she was more than ready to fuck him.

Still on his knees, he watched as she pulled the gag from his mouth and gave him a long sloppy kiss before clicking her heels towards the “stash”. Eren didn’t even see what she was searching for, completely fascinated by how her ass looked in the skin-tight latex when suddenly there was a strap-on in front of his face.

“I’m going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you hard.”, a cruel smirk, “Hopefully you won’t have to walk tomorrow, because that pretty ass of yours is getting destroyed.”

God, Mikasa being this much of a cruel dominatrix made him so hard that the cage had issues containing it.

“Sadly, we ran out of lube, so you will have to use your mouth.”

“But I….”

“Puppy, you have two options here. Option a – I’ll get the ring gag, force your mouth open and then fuck your throat so hard that you’ll pass out. Option b – You’ll open wide like the slut you are and suck my cock yourself.”, with the clicking of her high heels, she neared his kneeling form like a predator.

“So which one will it be?”

Under her spell, he obeyed almost immediately, lips parting.

“Good slut.”

Mouth filled with a plastic toy, Eren did his best to please her, earning short praise.

“My my, but look at you, you’re a natural at this.”

An unexpected deep thrust forced a gagging sound from him, making the mistress click her tongue.

“But we will have to work on that gag reflex of yours. So annoying…”

A sudden wave of tingling from his crotch forced him to groan, teeth dragging against the plastic.

“Biting my cock? That’s no good.”, she pulled out, and right after Eren’s face flared in pain.

“No…”, a hard slap turned his face right, “Teeth.”, now he was facing left, ears ringing.

After that, she slapped the dildo against his face too, just for good measure, sliding left and right to spread his spit everywhere. Then the hand was back, once again straightening his face and shoving the plastic cock into his mouth. To remind her whore how to move, Mikasa’s hips moved, fucking the undeserving slave with fervor while he groaned helplessly, the arms in the straitjacket uselessly jerking. She was getting into it, sliding deeper and deeper to truly abuse Eren’s throat.

Close to suffocating from this rough treatment, Eren was very glad when she stopped, pulling the strap-on out. It was surely slick enough now, and she nodded her head in satisfaction.

“Not bad.”

Mikasa was in quite the mood today, not even letting Eren catch a breath before she was pushing him on the bed. When the lube opened, despite her earlier claim, and her gloved fingers trailed between his cheeks, he knew what was coming.

So here he was, getting pounded into the next week while gritting his teeth against the combination of pleasure and displeasure. Mikasa was enjoying herself, she always was, leaning closer both to alter the angle but also to grin right into Eren’s face. Just as she was getting passionate the phone rang, but if Eren thought that it would make her stop he was dead wrong.

“Why look at this, slut, someone wants to talk to you..”, she drawled, speeding up the fucking machine that was her abdomen, “What a pity that you are quite busy.”

His vision was slowly going white in spite of the cage, but Eren did his best to stop that wave. He knew that coming like this while caged was highly unsatisfying, Mikasa forced that out of him several times already - one could say that he was familiar with that feeling. Sadly, his mistress was a sadistic, cruel bitch when she wanted to be.

He loved her for it.

The phone’s ringing was overshadowed by the rush of blood in Eren’s ears. All he could see was Mikasa, all he could feel was Mikasa, she was everything at that moment and he was on the verge of breaking when she suddenly stopped, making him heave in the air as much as he could while gagged.

Oh hey, the phone was silent too.

With a wet sound she pulled out, slapping his ass for no other reason than that she wanted to.

“Turn around, whore.”

It was awkward, with a lot of shuffling around and stuff, but Eren managed to flip himself. Grabbing his hips, Mikasa maneuvered his body until it was dangerously close to the edge of the bed. When two clicks of her heels hitting the floor resonated, he understood. Ah, so Mikasa wanted to stand while fucking him. Now he was kneeling on the bed, hands still useless at his stomach while Mikasa stood behind him. When the tip of the toy dragged over his lubed opening, Eren couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

Slowly she filled him, going in until her chest was squished against his back, black lips at his ear.

“You are taking my cock very well, I think you deserve a reward.”

Deft fingers moved and suddenly Eren’s chastity cage fell open, a feeling of incredible freedom in the crotch. Despite all that was happening, she pressed a chaste kiss to the side of his neck.

“You can cum now, okay? As long as it's only from my cock then I won’t mind. Can you do that for me, puppy?”

Most likely because she wanted to hear him scream, she opened the gag and let it fall on the bed.

“Y-Yes, mistress.”, Eren pushed out, breathing labored since he was literally impaled by her right now.

A whisper, one that sent shivers down his spine.

“Good boy…”

And then Mikasa was pulling back, grabbing his hips and Eren couldn’t remember much after.

But hell, did his ass hurt in the morning.