#I plan to get some more snippets out of my head and even finish them react requests from a long time ago.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Hi, hello. I stumbled upon one of your Fo4 fics on Ao3 a while ago. I think it's really cool that you're so unapologetically willing to write stuff about your OC.

I've gotten really used to people hating on OC or Self Insert fics that I can get really self-conscious about posting my works.

But you have a whole tumblr blog dedicated to your OC! And your writing is really good and I just think all the work you've done is so cool. I just wanted to let you know ☺️

You’re so sweet! 💕💕💕 Thank you, I’m always glad to hear when people happen to stumble on my blog and stick around!

And yeah, I did just kinda burst in here and shoved my feral kitten problem child with her Detective RoboDad for all to see, and I’m not ashamed of it. I never understood why people would get so mad about people posting about their own OCs even if they are self inserts, I don’t see anything wrong with that.

I did originally worry that the little flower child Jasmine/Rosalinda was too much like me despite the fact that our personalities are wildly different so I toned down some of her background and even thought about giving her a complete overhaul, but now I think SCREW IT- she’s a Mexicana now! Because I can write and portray an actual Latino character accurately so I might as well with her like I had planned from the start.

All that to say that I had my own insecurities, but thankfully I bloomed pass that with support from some beautiful Tumblr friends and I hope to continue making more content in the future. 💖💖💖💖

And Bestie, go ahead and go wild with writing about your own OC if it makes you happy. And yeet any haters out of the metaphorical window while you’re at it.

[arbitrarykiwi]

will there be more producer reader x thanos??

i loved the last one so much!😫

LIVE in the Studio

Originally it was planned as a one off…but ask and ye shall receive 🤲🤭 hope you like it nonnie!!!! sorry for the wait 🧎‍♀️

A/N: if you haven’t read the first producer!reader x thanos you can find it here! This can be read as a one off, but is based on the relationship from my previous fic :)

Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , dry humping , oral (f receiving) , doggystyle, creampie , squirting , multiple orgasms , sex while being recorded (audio), dirty talk , may be more read at your own risk

It was so late…you hated yourself for doing this once again. You really needed to separate work from life. Yet here you are- on your scheduled off day- working over the same small snippet of a beat over and over and over.

It’s not even the actual music composition! That would interest you! That’s why you became a producer! It’s the fucking intro. You know…the maybe 3 second clip of the rappers tag or some cheesy line spoken by some girl about how badly they need the rapper of whatever song it’s on.

You know it’s important, all part of the song is. And arguably the intro is the most important, the part that grabs people’s attention and gets them hooked. But since you know that, you’re prepared! You have samples and tracks galore of various women speaking into the mic in a girly, high pitched tone. Each saying different things in different cadences in different languages. You have enough of these sound files to have finished 300 song intros by now!!

That was if your current client was normal. But he wasn’t. Far from it.

“Nah…too boring.” He says, lackadaisically- you can hear the disinterest in his voice. “C’mon señorita…” He dramatically groans, “that’s all you got!? I know you can do so much better.”

You groan, elbows thumping against the desk as you put your head in your hands, palms rubbing at your tired as you suck in a deep breath. “You do realize I took the time out of my day…my off day…to help you with this and you’re being a fuckin’ dick.”

You deadpan, turning away from the computer in your studio. Your eyes are burning and you’re so exhausted. You have no idea why you agreed to do this.

But when you turn completely, making eye contact with the hazy eyed, every cocky grin of the late night client. A smile breaks through the annoyed frown.

“You’re complaining but yet, you answered my text, you unlocked the studio, and here you are 3 hours later working your magic….all for me.” Thanos grins, leaning forward on the couch and resting his elbows on his knees.

A blunt hangs lazily from his hands, his purple hair is a mess- sticking up in every which way. He makes a show of looking younger you over, drinking you in like the finest wine he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“You love me! Don’t deny it. That’s why you answered and let me in so late. You jus’ love spendin’ time with Thanos.”

You cringe at him referring to himself by his own stage name. You’ve known him for so long, he’s Choi Subong to you. You were making beats for him since before he even had his stage name!

“I let you in and answered you because you said all you needed was a simple intro for a song you already had written…” you say, scooting your desk chair across the floor, closer to him. “But that’s not what we’re dealing with here…now is it?”

You lean in, matching his position- elbows resting on your knees. Your face is inches from his, as you speak he is overwhelmed by your perfume.

And hes but a man! When you lean forward hes graced with the perfect tease of your cleavage, tits very obviously not contained by a bra- evident by the visual of your nipples poking against the shirt you wore. He wants to make a comment, one that will make your thighs rub together like they did that one night…

The night he’s thought about over and over since it’s happened. Hell, he’s fisted his dick raw remembering the way your cunt felt wrapped around him. Neither of you mentioned it though. You two went about your normal routine, sure you both flirted a bit more than usual but neither of you brought up the night he fucked you stupid while you were both tripping.

While he’s distracted, you yank the blunt from his fingers and glare at him- it has no real mirth behind it. You take a long drag, the weed relaxing your body and wrapping your mind in a warm silken feeling that makes the late night in the studio a little more tolerable.

“I have gone through all the files I have, Subong-“

“Thanos.”

You roll your eyes and playfully huff, “Okay…Thanos” you emphasize his stage name in a tone that has him shifting in the couch, legs spreading to ease the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. “I’ve gone through all the fucking files. You liked none of them. What the fuck do you want for this intro?!”

“I mean seriously, I’ve gone through every possible option and even edited the ones I have to fit whatever image you had in your head for this, it’s been hours and we have nothing. Not even an idea of what you want for this.” You say, scooting your chair back and turning to face the computer once again. Your fingers work against the keyboard, blunt loosely hanging from your lips.

He wants to hear you, he does…but the way you’re rambling about your practice with an enthusiasm that almost seems engraved into your bones and mixed within your blood- he thinks it’s the prettiest you’ve ever looked.

His body moves on its own. He stands from the couch and walks across the studio. Once behind your chair he stills. Thanos smirks, planting his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively caging you into your seat. He leans down, his head resting on the back of the chair to your left. He’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fan your cheek.

“I dunno what ya’ want me to say sweets…none of them are what I’m looking for. None of them fit.” His voice is low and gravely, flowing through your ears and filling your mind with static. “And you’re gonna tell me I’m wrong? I think you know just as well as I do that none of those are exactly what I need.” He says, lifting a hand up to point a finger at the monitor open to a file of audio snippets.

You sigh, as much as you hated it, he’s right. Not one of the hundreds of clips you have fit the song. Sure the work. But they aren’t perfect. “Okay fine. What do we do then? It’s 3am I can’t call up anyone else to come record some voice line for an intro.” You respond, turning your head to look at him the best you could.

He turns his head, mirroring your movement, a devious grin on his lips. The low light of the music studio and the blue hue of the computer’s monitor makes it to where you can almost see your own reflection in his pupils. Blue eyes, pupils blown so big you can only see a sliver of iris, dart from your eyes to your lips.

It takes everything in him not to jump on you then and there, looking up at him from your chair oh so expectantly, lips slightly parted as if you were just waiting for him to kiss you. You were- but you would never admit that to yourself, let alone him. Images of your plush lips wrapped around his cock dance in his mind like his own personal porn video.

“You’ll have to do it then.”

His words make you come out of whatever trance you were in. “W-what? No i’m not….” You look to your computer, the trinkets on your desk, really anywhere but him. “You don’t want me to do that…I won’t sound good. I don’t have the voice like those girls-“

“Bullshit”

You pause, turning your chair more to face him. Thanos is stood tall now, stepping to the side to look you directly in the face, arms crossed.

“Thanos…be serious you don’t want me to do the intro. I don’t have that…” you trailed off, hands waving in the air as you try to find your words, “that whiny, needy, breathy tone you’re looking for here.”

He scoffs at your words, looking at you as if you just tried to argue that the sky was red. “You sure had that tone when I was balls deep in you the other week.”

Your eyes widen, face flushing as the unspoken night of intimacy was brought up. The redder your face becomes and the wider your eyes get as you try to find your words has his grin growing into something sadistic- like he’s finding joy in your embarrassment (he is).

“F-fucking hell…” you choke out, trying to sound indignant. “You’re unbelievable…” you grumble, crossing your arms and scowling at him.

“Yeah, yeah…” Thanos says brushing you off, eyes rolling nearly to the back of his skull. Tattooed hands grip the back of your desk chair and spin you back forward, facing the microphone that sits on your desk, pop filter inches from your nose. “I’m unbelievable, annoying, making you work on your off day…blah blah.”

As he speaks he puts your headphones on your ears and leans over you, hand on your keyboard and mouse as he begins to set up to record. “Why don’t you….” He begins in a singsong voice, “give me what I want and then you’ll be free to go back home and sleep…” He clicks record.

“Spending all this time complaining when ya could have just gone and done the damn thing already and I would have been out of your hair…” A finger finds itself twirling a strand of your hair as he speaks.

You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, his cologne is all you can smell. Drawing in a shuddering breath you look blankly at the filter in front of you, thighs pressing together to ease an ache you didn’t realize had began to bloom. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

He shrugs, “give me somethin’ like…” He hums to himself and smirks, “‘Thanos it’s so hard~’” he mocks a female voice, voice cracking as he moans out the words. You can’t help but laugh, your own giggle echoing out through the speakers. The sound dies down when you realize that it’s now your turn to do something, give him the intro he wants.

Your eyes flutter shut drawing in a breath as you lean forward closer to the microphone. “Thanos~” You draw out the name with a wanton purr, you might as well do it right if you’re gonna do it, “…it’s so hard.”

You sit back, opening your eyes and spinning your chair around to look at the purple haired rapper behind you. “That work?? Can I go back to bed now?” You ask. Trying to do anything to end this torment you’ve been put through.

Your eyes look over him from bottom to top, catching the very obvious tent in his pants and the was his cheeks are flushed. “Are you seriously hard right now?! From that?!” You say, trying your best to sound mad but admittedly the visual is making your mouth water.

He shakes his head ‘no’, that’s the only reaction you get. “W-what?!” You babble out, it’s cute, he thinks. “You do it then!!” You say, glaring at him like it would do anything.

He makes his way across the studio in two long strides. Large hands grip the back of the chair and tug it to the side. You assume he’s gonna sit down and direct you to what he wants, that would be easy. But no, when you stand up out of the desk chair, offering it to him, he pushes it out of the way completely.

With practiced effort and in quick succession- he moves. He’s pressing himself behind you, one hand gripping your shoulder and pushing you forward. You hate how pliant you are under his touch, immediately folding forward with his light push and landing chest first on the desk.

You lift your chest up the slightest bit to look behind you. You’re trying to catch his eye to glare at him with feigned anger but his gaze is trained downward. His hand that’s not outstretched to your shoulder is pushing up your shirt, fingers dancing over the dimples in your back before going lower to feel over the globes of your ass.

“You didn’t need a f-fucking intro you just wanted to get your dick wet- ohhh fuccckkk” your sentence is cut short when Thanos, the ever confident man he was, grinds into you. He’s not teasing with it, no, he’s pressing his clothed bulge in between your ass cheeks and making sure he catches the zipper of his jeans just right on your cunt. His hips roll slow and steady, pressing into you as if he’s trying to fuck you through the layers of clothes between you two.

“Oh yeah! Seeeeee~ That’s perfect!” He chuckles out, hand crossed over your back and gripping the plush fat of your hips. “Somethin’ jus’ like that…” he says, the octave of his voice dropping. The hand of on your shoulder moves, reaching further over you to grab the microphone and move it in front of you. “Let’s see if we can get you to do something like that again….gotta get the perfect take, huh?”

You bite your lip, eyes already threatening to roll back into your head as you feel the thick imprint of his cock grind into your shorts. A muffled moan is caught in your throat as the fabric of your underwear and shorts, pushed by his cock, rocks into your clit in the most delicious way.

“Awh c’mon…” Thanos whines, you can practically hear the pout on his face without even turning back to look at him, “don’t hide all your noises now…don’t you wanna finish this up quick and get back to bed?” He teases, leaning over you so his lips ghost along the shell of your ear.

You sigh out, the feeling of him trapping you against the desk, pushing his clothed cock harder against the now soaked fabric of your shorts has your mind hazy, all notions of being bratty and talking back are swept from your mind and replaced with the long suppressed need you had for the egotistical rapper.

Painted nails dig into your hips, both of his hands finding purchase on the plush skin. He pulls himself back up to a standing position, eyes turned downward to look at the way your ass is pressed against him, his fingers digging to the the flesh that spills over the waistband of your shorts. A low, animalistic growl reverberates within his throat has he keeps the steady rhythm of rocking you back against him.

Suddenly the feeling of his cock pressing into your covered entrance is gone. His hands remain on your hips, slowly dragging downward to splay his palms across your ass. When you crane your neck backwards you can’t even stop the wanton moan that falls from your lips.

Thanos is on his knees, hands gripping at your ass cheeks and pushing upwards, spreading you open for him. His face is so close to your clothed cunt, eyes right in line with the large darkened area of your shorts you know is there. “Fuckin’ messy thing….” He mumbles in an awestruck, breathless tone. One hand pulls away from your ass to trace a finger down the emphasized crease of your pussy in your shorts.

You keen, hands clawing at the desk as a shaky, soft moan rolls off your tongue, hips moving on their own and pushing back into his hand. “Seee~” He coos, “I knew she missed me…soaked right through these shorts…” as he speaks his fingertips slide under the hem of the shorts that fall on your ass. He pulls at both sides of the fabric, exposing more of your ass to him. His eyes are fixated at the imprint of your cunt that is so very visible, the fabric of your shorts impossibly soaked.

One of his hands drops from your ass, fingers coming up to ghost around the silhouette of your clit in tight circles. “Mmmphf fuck…” you let out after a shaky exhale, knees nearly buckling from the stimulation. Your head snaps back forward, forehead falling to the desk. Thanos chuckles, he’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cunt.

“Hmmm…” he says, as if he’s thinking over the answer to life, “not quite what I’m looking for….need something more.” He teases, like it’s even for the intro at this point.

“Y-you gotta give me m-more.” You’re spitting out, trying to sound some kind of authoritative. You weakly lifting your head off the desk to look back at him and if you were in any other situation, the mocking look he gives you would have nearly made you kick him out but at this point….fuck he looks so good.

“Ohhooo…look at you tryna’ be all bossy and dominant.” Thanos laughs in your face, eyes trained on you like a hawk. He nods his head to the side, motioning to your pussy, “not really workin’ when you’ve soaked through your shorts like some teen seeing her favorite boyband.” He pulls at the fabric of your shorts, gripping the middle of them with one hand, fingers looping through both leg holes. He pulls up, dragging the seam of your shorts right against your aching clit.

Your back arches, hips pressing back searching for any kind of stimulation, a broken whine of his name ripping through your chest. “That’s more like it….” His hand slides lower, back of his hand pressing against your cunt, “tell me what ya want sweets, I’ll give it to ya’, you know I will…jus’ gotta ask.” He practically purrs out, adjusting his grip on your shorts to slip his fingers under your panties as well, gripping both of the garments in his hand, face moving impossibly closer, his breath fanning your cunt.

Your mind spins, fighting to have some decorum and to list all the things you wanted him to do to you like a mile long check list. Lust wins over in the end and you suck in a shaking breath, “N-need your tongue, fuck, please…” you whine, pressing your hips back, searching for his face. His grin widens, just thinking of the way that would sound being played back.

His hand pulls the fabric of your shorts and panties to the side, letting out a low moan of his own when he’s inches away from your glistening cunt, puffy and leaking for him. “I’ve been thinking bout this cunt every fucking night since you let me fuck…” Thanos drawls out, free hand reaching up to trace a line up and down your cunt, collecting your arousal on his fingers.

“You’re fucking dripping, haven’t even touched you….dry humping gets you going that bad, huh?”

You mewl, scratching at the wood of your desk, trying to have some restraint not to push yourself back onto his fingers. It would be so easy to sink the long digits into your cunt.

“Just fucking do something!” You cry out, getting impatient. The need you felt in your lower stomach was becoming unbearable.

He laughs, a sound that soon becomes muffled as his mouth engulfs your pussy. Your eyes are rolling back, a sound akin to a mewl falling from your lips.

Messy as ever, he eats you like he would never get the chance to eat your cunt again. His tongue lathes over the entirety of your cunt, rolling between your puffy folds like he’s mapping you with his tongue. He’s shameless, moaning and groaning into your pussy as he slurps down everything you have to offer him.

“Sweetest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever tasted.” His words are muffled against your pussy, lips tickling you with every word. “So pretty too…” he muses, pulling back to admire your pussy, one of his thumbs pulling apart your lips, spreading you open. He watches as you clench desperately around nothing, the visual making him feral.

He’s back on you, lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and sucking. His tongue rolls over the bud, flicking against the bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk back, a wanton cry of his name falling from your lips.

“Yeah….” Thanos groans, a hand coming down in a sharp slap against your ass, the flesh recoiling against his palm, “ride my fuckin’ face, baby. Take what ya’ need.” He hisses through clenched teeth, hands moving to the sides of your hips to guide your hips up and down.

He lolls his tongue out, grinding you against it and swallowing down every drop of your syrupy arousal. When you begin to move on your own he drops his hands completely. He’s so good, you can’t help but chase the pleasure he offers.

Your hips move viciously, dragging your pussy along his tongue and nose. He shifts slightly, moving his tongue to circle your entrance. “Oh fuck, please!!” You cry out, hips jolting downward to spear yourself on his tongue.

He lets you, moaning into your cunt when your velvety walls close around his tongue, completely engulfing him with your taste. You have to still for a moment, catching your breath in a needy cry as you feel the pink muscle lick around your insides.

A hand comes down on your ass again, encouraging you to move again. You whine, moving your hips, lifting yourself up and down his tongue as he kneels below you. You can feel his blissed out grin, he’s practically in heaven- tasting your sweet cunt while your ass bounces against his face.

His tongue lathes against your clenching walls, echoed by obscene slurps. The only thing louder than him devouring your cunt is you moaning, crying out mixes of praises and his name.

Thanos wants nothing more than to continue eating you out. But as much as a front he puts on….he’s an impatient man. His cock is aching and straining against his jeans. He’s certain if he keeps this up he could blow his load in his jeans as he’s kneeling below you.

He pulls away in a mess of saliva and your wetness. You turn back over your shoulder, whining at the loss of contact. “Easy, baby…” he chuckles as he stands up. One hand splays over your back, running down the curve of your spine as the other one works hastily to undo the button of his pants, “imma give you what you need…”

He lets out a hiss as his cock is finally freed from its confines. It falls out hot and heavy, resting against the curve of your ass with an audible ‘plap’. Just the weight of it on your ass has you moaning and pushing back onto him desperately.

Thanos grabs the base of his dick with one hand, dragging the thick cock-head up and down your weeping cunt. Everytime the head of his cock catches your clit, your knees buckle and a whimper falls from your lips.

“Been thinking about this…your cunt squeezing me…” he muses, pressing the tip into your entrance. You barely have time to moan before he’s pulling back out. “Never had a fuck like you…hadn’t fucked anyone since you..”

The admittance makes your heart swell in the oddest way. You know he’s a player- he has a new girl around his arm every day. But since the time you fucked weeks ago, bordering on a month now, he’s not seen anyone else.

“H-hah…please put it in…f-fuck don’t tease.” You plead, turning around to look at him with wide doe eyes.

“When you ask like that how could I deny you, sweet girl?”

When he pushes into you, it’s a stretch that has you arching your back and rolling your eyes back. You know you’ve left claw marks in your studio desk by now.

“So f-fucking right…Pussy was made f’me.” His words hardly register as he continues to bottom out. With a final surge, he’s sinking balls deep into you.

Both of you let out moans, a sinful harmony that is soon over taken by wet squelching sounds. You feel so entirely full. You swear you can feel him in your throat.

“O-oh my fuck-“ your words are cut off in a choked sound as with a slow pull of his hips, his cock is pulling out of you. He pulls out only half way before driving back into your warmth.

“G-gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” His words are a low growl, his hands dig into the far of your hips, eyes fixated on how the flesh spills through his fingers.

A purr of his name rolls off your lips as he begins the rhythmic thrust of his hips. He drives his pelvis flush against your ass with each thrust, making sure he sheathed himself fully in the heaven that was your cunt.

He’s rutheless, driving you back to meet his thrusts. “F-fuck!” You cry, head turning heavenward, eyes screwing shut in overwhelming pleasure. “O-oh s-shit! F-feels so fucking good!” Your words are pathetic, weak syllables that are broken by the rough drive of his cock into your pussy.

“Takin me so well. Fuck…you should see how stretched you are.” Thanos huffs, pulling harder at the fabric of your shorts and panties to pull them further to the side, giving him a better view of the mess he’s making of your cunt. “Pretty little pussy’s taking me so so fucking well.” He’s repeating like a mantra with every thrust.

Your mind has become hazy, the head of his cock bullies itself against your g-spot every single time he thrusts back into you. You need more. His thrusts speed up, becoming violent. It’s a deliberate, delicious pace that is mind numbing. Your thighs are a mess with your arousal coating them, anytime you tip your head down to look between your thighs you’re met with a creamy mess that only becomes larger by the passing second.

“I-it’s too much!” You whine out, syllables broken up by choked moans. Wet squelches fill the room, echoed by slapping of skin. He laughs, low and sadistic, his hands raise up, holding themselves in the air as if he’s at gunpoint. “It’s too much?!” He mocks, “you’re the one fucking yourself back on my cock, sweetheart. ‘S alllll you.”

His words make you realize he’s right, your hips are moving on their own, brutally slamming back into his pelvis before drawing forward so just the bulbous tip of his cock rests inside your wet walls before repeating the motion again and again. He’s completely still.

It is too much, every time your hips thrust backwards your body is locked up with spasms of pleasure that has tears pooling in your eyes. But you can’t stop, it feels so fucking good. Every time you sink all the way back onto him, your cunt is stretched so wide to take all of him in. His cock reaches depths you would never be able to reach yourself, bullying its way through your clenching walls to kiss against your cervix.

“H-holy fuck, feels so fucking good~” you cry out, body falling slack against the desk. Your hips slow, your muscles aching.

“Ahh, princess work herself up too much? All tired…” He hums, hands lowering back down to run over your sides before settling on your waist. “Need Thanos to help you out, huh?”

You nod, already fucked too dumb to care about talking back. “Yes! Yes please!” You cry out, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “Fuck I-i need it…T-Thanos please, want you so fucking bad.” You sob out, begging for your release that you can feel blooming deep within your core.

The cat like grin stretches so far across his face it almost seems inhuman. He can just hear how that little sentence of yours would sound at the beginning of the rap song right before the beat kicks in. That’s exactly what he was looking for.

“Mhm I know you do…fuckin’ squeezing me so hard.” Thanos muses with a nod of his head, chin tucked downward so he can watch everytime his cock slips out of your cunt, glistening in your syrupy arousal and every time he thrusts back forward, he watches with a salivating mouth, the white creamy ring that forms at the base of his cock- getting messier with each erratic thrust. “Creamin’ all over my fuckin’ cock…so messy”

You whine, his words making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. His fingernails grip crescent moon shapes into your flesh, using the leverage to bring your hips back to meat each one of his devious thrusts.

Your head is peeled off the desk by a large hand threading into your hair. “You gonna cum? I can feel it, you’re close, just suckin me in anytime I pull out.” Thanos lips dance along the shell of your ear, rough voice filling your mind with fuzz. As if to prove his point, each time he draws back his hips, far enough to rest just the head of his cock in your cunt, you can hear a lewd sound, something between a squelch and a pop coming from your cunt.

“I wanna cum, please, fuck, ohmygod.” It’s shameful, really, he already has you begging for a release without even asking you. “Yeah? Wanna cum pretty girl?” He laughs into your ear. “Begging without being asked…well aren’t you bein’ so good f’me.” He praises. As he speaks the hand in your hair moves across your sternum, pulling you flush against his chest.

The angle drives him deeper into you, stretching you out in ways that have you seeing stars. His thrusts are unforgiving, animalistic even. It’s so sloppy. You can hear the droplets of your mixed arousal fall out of your cunt and onto the tile floor of your studio with a sick wet ‘splat’. “Mhm!! Mhm!! Please!! Ohmygod I’m so fuckin’ close, right there!” You moan out, rushed and babbled, your head kicking back to rest against his shoulder.

His other hand snakes down your stomach, tattooed fingers splayed against your skin as he works his way down. Like he mapped your body out with years of studying and exploring, his fingers find your clit. It’s a sensation that makes you nearly fall to the ground.

“That’s it’s….Thanos’ got you, wan’ you to cream all over my cock pretty girl, make a fuckin mess.” His fingers work your clit in circles in time to his thrusts, it doesn’t take long till your orgasm crashes over you, hitting you so violently you have no time to even prepare. “Oh fucking shit! Yesyesyesyes!!”

Your cries echo out through the studio, one of your hands reaches behind you to grip at his purple hair at the back of his head, trying to ground yourself, you almost think you’re going to pass out.

He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, never letting up and stringing out your high. It’s almost like you’re hit with a second wave, your orgasm gushes out of you- clear liquid spraying on the floor and onto Thanos’ thighs.

“Oh there we fuckin’ go!!” He chides out like he won the fucking lottery, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Knew you could squirt again f’me. Always so fuckin’ messy. God I love it.” Thanos growls, hips slapping against your ass with reckless abandon.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum so deep in this cunt.” He growls in your ear, “been dreamin’ of it since last time.”

His words make you whimper, eyebrows upturning as you pass the point of fucked dumb, you’re being fucked into another dimension. “Yeah, I know you want it too. Want me to fuckin’ fill you up, hm? T-tell me you want it.”

His voice begins to waver, teeth gritting as he holds off, wanting to hear you say it. You sob out, tears wetting your eyelashes as you feel yet another orgasm begin to bloom, one after the other, giving you hardly anytime to catch your breath.

“Yes! Want it so f-fucking bad! N-need to f-feel it!” Your words are jostled with each of his thrusts, coming out in pathetic hiccups as you weakly move your hips back in time with his thrusts.

You feel his body lock up behind you, his arms tightening around you- pinning to him. When you feel the thick spurts of his cum paint your insides, you’re cumming again, eyes rolling back and body convulsing against him.

“Thatssss it…” he growls behind you, hips jerking up into you sporadically, fucking his cum back into you. There’s so much you can feel the thick, warm globs be forced out of you with each thrust of his cock back into your raw pussy. “So f-fucking good. B-best fuckin pussy.” He’s babbling out obscenities, words slurred as he works himself through his own orgasm.

He stills, chest heaving, arms staying tight around you as if he was afraid you’d leave. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t, you were still trapped against the desk.

“I think we got what we needed, pretty girl…” he muses, “did so good f’me..”

You hum happily, blissed out. You can still feel the dull stretch of his softening cock in your cunt. An almost comforting fullness. Your hands picking up off the desk to lay on top of his, fingers interlacing.

“I know exactly what sound clip I’m using” He huffs, nose nuzzling along the column of your throat. You can hear him draw in a sharp breath, inhaling your scent.

“Mhm….” You mumble, fucked out of your mind, hardly paying attention. Your eyes and body are tired, you’re sure if Thanos wasn’t still holding you up, you’d fall down to the ground with how weak your knees were. “Use whatever one you want…’m so fucking exhausted…” you sigh, head lolling back against his shoulder.

That was a mistake on your part. Those words. ‘Whatever one you want’ because sure as shit when you send Thanos the finished file, not even listening to the part at the beginning he mixed and added whatever intro he desired from your little recording session, when the song drops your moans are being streamed left, right and center.

It’s not just a noise in the background to emphasize a high hat or a snare, no, it’s so very obviously you getting railed by him, moaning out a ‘fuck Thanos! You’re so good with your tongue’. Your words are even broken up by pants and whines!!!

That’s the last time you let him have any say in what you produce for him.

I reallly hope you guys like this one! This is kinda my first big ask I’ve answered since I’ve been back (besides my sub! Namgyu x thanos x reader fic) so I’m a lil nervy to put this out. This one was started like two days ago because I’ve been thinking about this ask (it’s been in my inbox for a hot minute I’m so sorry) and I just HAD to do it. I love me some producer!reader x thanos. It was so fun to write the first one and this one!

Thank you for your support as always !! - <3 kiwi

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KINKTOBER - Day 4: Feysand

Vampire Prince Rhysand x Monster Hunter Feyre! This is part of a trilogy I meant to write for last year's KINKTOBER/MONSTOBER, but life got in the way. I plan to finish it for this year. These will all be shared on @superfaeriebutts!!

The trilogy consists of:

Vampire Prince Rhysand x Monster Hunter Feyre

Werewolf Cassian x Monster Hunter Nesta

Familiar Lucien x Witch Elain x Demon Azriel

Here's a little snippet of the Feysand fic below the cut.

“Darling, do you need a hand?”

Snarls fill the air, bouncing off the crowd of trees, and carried off with the bats. His voice floats above it all, annoying as shit. A ghoul snaps at her face, and she uses her bow to keep it at bay. It’s large enough to use as a barrier between herself and the necrotic corpses. The only difference between him and them is the state of decay. He’s just as dead, and just as irritating.

“Yeah, and,” Feyre grits her teeth, inhaling a sharp breath to summon her strength to shove the monsters off of her. “I’d,” she dips her hand in a small satchel on her belt. Salt flies in an arc; the second it touches the ghouls, their skin begins to sizzle. “Have to listen to you,” she unhooks the axe from her side and uses her full weight to embed it into the closest enemy. “Complain about being,” she continues, swinging the axe towards the other two ghouls back off. “Being hurt!”

The bat perches on his branch, legs crossed and looking at his shortened claws. “If you think I can’t even handle some ghouls, even weakened, you are sorely mistaken, my dear heroine.”

It’s between listening to him complain that she needed his help, and listening to him complain that he’s not that injured. Feyre pants, stepping back to try and add space between them. She notches her arrow, coated in one of Elain’s latest concoctions. It wasn’t meant for her, but she snatched one vial from Nesta’s stash. She won’t notice it missing—her oldest sister has been working with one less of almost every supply for years. Not stealing would be more suspicious.

The first arrow strikes her enemy in the heart, and there is only one left. The final ghoul tips its eyeless head up; it opens its rotting, bloody mouth to utter several choked, cries straight from the throat.

It’s calling for reinforcement.

Feyre’s mind runs through her father’s teachings. Ghouls travel in large packs, but they hunt in smaller ones. Easier to corner prey when they are underestimated, but the main chorus of their pack is always nearby. She moves quickly, shooting the last one, but it’s too late. She can feel the rumble of the ground beneath her, galloping hands headed straight towards her. It could be many, or it could be the one leader.

“Shit,” she hisses under her breath, digging matches out of her pocket and while soaking the corpses with melted grease. Her hands shake—she can’t, she can’t light the flame. The bodies need to be disposed of before they return the next night.

They’re getting closer, and that thought does nothing to help her mission. Feyre’s hands tremble even more. Nesta was right, I can’t—

“Breathe,” Rhysand says, his warm breath curling around her ear. It slithers down her spine, and beneath her skin; she has to fight the urge to shiver. His hands encircle hers as he helps her strike the match, and tips it into the line of corpses. “I won’t let the little ghoulies get you, darling.”

He leans closer, the line of his body against her back. “The only thing you should be afraid of in this forest is me.”

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 28 Altprompt- Venom

I had to do so much research for this snippet guys, I really hope you like it!

“And this, my dear Hero, is where I keep my babies,” Villain said, opening a large metal door.

Hero followed them outside, astounded to see what looked like a mix between a zoo and a wildlife center. All kinds of exotic animals prowled about in enormous enclosures.

“Is this what you spent that stolen bank money on?” Hero asked in awe.

“Maybe~” Villain sang.

Villain strolled up to a tiger and petted it, the tiger purred loudly.

“Who’s a good boy, you are!” Villain cooed.

Hero kept their distance; they didn’t want to be tiger meat. Villain beckoned them over.

"He won’t bite,” Villain promised, “unless you’re a raw steak of course.”

Hero gulped, coming over. The tiger sniffed Hero’s hand, then pressed its head into it, purring. Hero stared slack-jawed as they stroked its fur.

“Aw, he likes you!” Villain smiled.

Villain showed Hero a number of other animals, all of which were rescued in some way or another and unfit to return to the wild. A scarlet macaw, a European badger, a very tiny species of deer. Suddenly, Villain’s face fell.

“Oh no,” they said, “not again.”

“What’s wrong?”

“My platypus,” Villain said, “he’s run off again.”

“Maybe he had to fight Dr. Doofenshmirtz,” Hero joked.

“Oh, this is no laughing matter, you have no idea what Percy is capable of.”

“What do you mean- AUGH!”

Something pinched their ankle, and Hero dropped to the ground, clutching it for dear life as electrifying pain exploded through it.

“Hero!” Villain shouted.

Villain bent down and picked up the offending animal; it was none other than Percy the platypus.

“No sir!” Villain scolded, putting Percy back in his home, “we do not sting people!”

“That thing is venomous!?” Hero screeched through the pain.

“Well, yes,” Villain said between Hero’s screams, “stay there, I have what you need.”

Villain ran to a cabinet near Percy’s enclosure. They pulled out a vial labeled “nerve-blocker” and a syringe. Filling it, they ran back to Hero’s side.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Villain soothed, “it’ll be over soon, I promise.”

Villain pulled up Hero’s pant leg and examined the wound. Their ankle was already quite swollen. Villain injected the contents of the syringe right into the envenomation site. After a few minutes, Hero’s screams died down to little whimpers.

“Why,” they panted, “do you have… that… in your collection!?”

“Percy can’t swim,” Villain said, “he wouldn’t make it very long in nature. I’ve gotten my fair share of stings from him. I’m just sorry you had to experience it. He is a bit skittish around visitors.”

Hero went to stand, but Villain stopped them.

“You won’t be able to walk for a few weeks,” Villain said, “I need to have you on nerve-blockers around the clock.”

“WHAT!?”

“Your symptoms won't subside until then, and you might still have trouble for a few months after that. Fortunately, I am delveoping an antivenom. I’ve been studying Percy’s venom and I think I almost have it down.”

“Wait… there’s no antivenom!?”

“No, but there will be as soon as I finish it,” Villain smiled awkwardly.

Hero couldn’t even feel their ankle now, which was far better than the last minute and a half, but that meant no heroics or anything at all really for some time.

“I’ll take care of you, Hero,” Villain said, seeming to read their thoughts.

Villain picked Hero up in a bridal carry and took them from the site, back inside their lair. They brought them up to a guest room and laid them down in a bed.

“I’ll get all the medical equipment hooked up to you,” Villain said, “and then we’ll talk about the recovery plan, okay?”

Hero nodded, their adrenaline wearing off and giving way to shock. In all of their fights, they had never felt pain like that. Percy was suddenly far more terrifying than any supervillain.

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Life Day Wishes

Hunter/Fem!Reader

Words: 4,478

Summary: [Modern/Neighbors AU] You had long since become a true member of Hunter's family, even if it took him over five years to actually admit to you how he feels.

Prompts: gift exchange || "i hope you know how much i love you" (which was slightly modified to fit the fic - i hope that's okay!)

Note: this is one of my contributions to the @cloneficgiftexchange life day exchange, which i ran! i was so excited to receive @captainpains as my giftee, and i wanted to write something silly, fluffy, and fun for you :) hope you enjoy!

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Holiday advertisements were playing on practically every channel as you flipped through the stations on the TV, different snippets of Life Day music being cut short with each press of the remote. It’s not that you were tired of the holidays or that you disliked them, but right now everything was a constant reminder of the fact that you wouldn’t have anyone to spend them with this year. Your sister and her family would be spending the holidays at a soccer tournament for your nephew, so you didn’t really envy her, but it still meant that you would be spending Life Day completely alone for the first time. 

An infomercial for a fancy kind of chiller was lighting up the screen as you turned back to check on Omega. Hunched over the kitchen table with homework spread out in front of you, she was hard at work. You worked at the school she attended (though you didn’t usually see her at all during the day), so you drove her home in the afternoons and made sure she didn’t accidentally set the house on fire until her dad got home from work. 

“You almost done over there?” you asked, a smile on your face. This evening, Hunter had told you that he would be home a little later than usual, so you had a small surprise for Omega. 

“Just two more math problems!” she called back, still focused intently on the papers in front of her. “I already did my social studies homework.” 

You hummed in response as you turned your attention back to the TV, not wanting to bother her while she was still working. Despite the fact that it was a Friday and she technically didn’t have to finish everything, you had heard stories in the past of forgotten projects and her rushing to get everything done before bed on Sunday night, which you weren’t looking to facilitate. 

A few moments later though, you were getting up from Hunter’s (incredibly comfortable) armchair and pulling a folder out of your bag. “Since it’s gonna be us this evening, I thought we could order a pizza and then make some Life Day cookies,” you said, watching Omega’s face light up at the idea. 

“Yes!” Omega said, running over and throwing her arms around you as you pulled out a cookie recipe. “Can we get the tooka shaped pizza from Dex’s?” 

“Of course!” You said, returning her hug. You knew that Hunter tried his best to be there for her, but the fact that he was a single dad certainly made things a little more difficult. He had confided in you that he picked up some overtime to make sure he could get the best Life Day gifts for Omega, but she didn’t know that, and you could tell she was probably feeling a little sad that she didn’t see him as much.

A little while later, after the two of you were done tearing into your adorably shaped dinner, ingredients for cookies were being removed from cabinets as you asked Omega about her plans for Life Day. 

“My uncles are going to come over and we’ll have a big dinner,” she said. “I think next weekend my dad and I are going to put up the decorations.” 

“That’s great,” you said. “Do you know what you’re going to get your dad and uncles yet?” 

Omega shook her head. “I don’t, and I don’t think the holiday market at school will have things they’d want.” 

You laughed; she was certainly right about that statement. The school holiday market, which was great for getting kids used to handling money and making a budget based on how many people they had to buy gifts for, was not the best place to look for meaningful presents. “I’m sure your dad and uncles would appreciate anything, as long as it came from you.” 

You weren’t lying about that. Living next door to Hunter and Omega for the past five years meant that you were also close with her uncles and even some of her extended family, and many a summer night had been spent sitting around the fire pit in their backyard, drinking with Hunter and his brothers as Omega hung out with her friends on the swingset. You knew for a fact that even if she handed them a pile of painted bantha shit, Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and even Crosshair would smile and pretend she had gifted them a priceless artifact. 

“I know,” she said, placing her measuring cup in the container of sugar and starting to scoop out what the recipe required. “But I still want to get them something nice.” 

“Why don’t you ask your dad to take you out shopping?” you asked. “He’s spent enough time with his brothers to help you pick something out.” 

Omega nodded. “That’s a good idea.” 

“And if you want, I can help you out when it comes to shopping for your dad,” you said. “I don’t even know what I’m going to get him anyway.” 

Your statement was not one you considered to be scandalous or abnormal, but Omega stopped what she was doing to stare incredulously in your direction. “Why are you getting my dad a gift?” 

The real answer was considerably more complicated, but you didn’t dare get into that with a middle schooler as you stood in the center of her kitchen. “Because we’re friends,” you said. “I got him and your uncles something last year, why would this year be any different?” 

“Oh,” was Omega’s response, and the way she latched onto your words certainly struck you as odd. There was no way she picked up on your feelings for her father, you had done so well hiding them from everyone (yourself included, since you didn’t even realize you liked Hunter until a little over a year ago). “I forgot how long we’ve known you.” 

“That’s okay, sometimes I do the same thing,” you said, a smile on your face. “You can make it up to me by telling me what your dad might want for Life Day though.” 

The young girl paused before speaking. “There is this caf machine he’s been looking at,” she said. “But I think it’s pretty expensive.” 

You nodded as Omega tried to remember the name of the machine, but it just wasn’t coming to her. “Don’t worry about it,” you said. “If he talks about it again, let me know and we can look for it when we go shopping. If you still want to go shopping with me of course.” Omega nodded brightly, and the conversation trailed off as things began to require your full attention. 

Hunter walked in the door about an hour later, and the house was alight with laughter as the two of you rolled out cookies and dipped them in sprinkles and sugar before placing them on baking sheets. The moment she noticed her dad, Omega dropped her rolling pin and ran over to tackle him in a hug, effectively covering him in flour as it transferred from her clothes. 

“Hey Megs!” Hunter said, happily returning his daughter’s powdery hug. “Having fun?” 

“We’re making cookies!”

“I can tell,” he said, gaze meeting yours as he surveyed his (now very messy) kitchen. 

“We’re almost done,” you said warmly, holding up the last dough ball that has yet to be shaped. “Do you want to do the honors?” 

 Hunter nodded, walking over to you (after a quick detour to the sink, where Omega made him wash his hands) and taking the rolling pin from where it had been discarded before, and with a little bit of help, the last cookie took shape. 

Once the kitchen had been cleaned and the cookies lay cooling, it was just you and Hunter. “Thank you for doing this with her,” he said sincerely. “I know she can tell I’ve been gone longer than usual.” 

You nodded. “She doesn’t blame you, but I think she worries.” 

“I know,” Hunter sighed. “Maker, I wish things were easier.”

“You’re definitely not alone with that sentiment.” 

“I have the week after Life Day off, I think I’m going to see if she wants to do anything special.”

“That’s a good idea,” you said. “I know things get busy as you’re planning everything for the holiday.” 

Hunter nodded. “Yeah. At least you only host half the time.” 

“And this year I don’t have to do anything,” you said, continuing when Hunter shot you a quizzical look. “My sister and her family are going to a soccer tournament over break, so I’ll have the day to myself.” 

“You should come over here,” was his immediate response, followed by a rushed “only if you want to.” 

“Please, you know I enjoy spending time with your family,” you laughed. “I don’t want to be any trouble though, if things are already planned.” 

Now it was his turn to scoff. “You could never be a bother,” he said. “I promise.” 

“Then I’ll be there,” you said. 

The smile he gave you in response nearly stopped your heart right then and there. Now your gift for him definitely had to be perfect. 

***

The rotations until Life Day were slipping away faster than Hunter could have ever expected, and it still felt like he hadn’t even started preparing. There was still so much to shop for, plan for, and don’t even get him started on the pile of gifts for his daughter slowly accumulating in the trunk of his car and the back of his closet (that would all need to be wrapped when she wasn’t around to peek at them). 

It was something of a relief when you offered to take Omega shopping for Life Day presents one weekend, because that meant he could recruit his brothers to help out in other ways and he didn’t have to worry about Omega walking in and seeing any of her gifts.

Tech and Crosshair were in charge of gift wrapping, and they operated like a well-oiled machine as they sat on the floor in the living room, tinsel, bows and patterned rolls of paper spread all within arm’s reach. The mountain of presents had been pulled from their hiding places, and it appears that Hunter may have gone a little overboard this year when shopping for Omega. 

Echo and Wrecker were in charge of the menu and the grocery list for Life Day dinner, and Hunter could hear the playful bickering between the two as they squabbled over how many side dishes they should have and whether or not three dessert options was too much (Wrecker believed there should be at least five options, a sentiment Hunter did not disagree with, if he was being honest). 

His job out of all this was looking at the gifts already purchased and making a list of people he still needed to shop for, along with making sure the gifts they had for Omega’s teachers were done. Omega would (hopefully) be returning from her outing today with presents purchased for all her uncles, but that still meant Hunter had to buy something for them, as well as for a few other friends. He had just finished the list of people he would need to shop for when he heard Crosshair’s voice over his shoulder. 

“I expected that we’d be low on the list of priorities, but your girlfriend? That’s just mean.” 

Hunter, his mind still running through a list of all the people he knew in an effort to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anyone, looked up at him with confusion. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a girlfriend.” 

Crosshair raised his eyebrows, and everyone else in the house stopped what they were doing to stare at Hunter, because they knew exactly where this conversation was heading. “Really? Where’s your kid right now?” 

“She’s with-” Hunter started to respond before catching on to his brother’s implication. “How many times do I have to tell you that we’re not together?” 

“You could be, if you just asked her out already. Honestly, if you keep at this pace Omega will have bought a house of her own before you even think about making a move.” 

A heaving sigh left Hunter’s mouth. “First of all, I don’t like her in that way.”

Before he could continue his statement, the house erupted with laughter (a reaction that Hunter did not appreciate). “Give it up Hunter,” Echo said as he looked up from the menu he was penning. “Omega practically calls her mom and you get a stupid look on your face whenever you mention her.” 

As much as he would have liked to continue denying his feelings to protect his pride, Hunter had to admit that his brothers were right. He had been absolutely smitten from the first moment he met you five years ago. You had knocked on their door to introduce yourself, with homemade muffins in your hands and a smile on your face, and he had almost forgotten how to talk. As the years went by and you got closer and closer to him and his daughter, it had become increasingly more difficult to ignore the attraction he felt. “Fine, you di’kuts are right,” he said. “But she doesn’t feel the same way, and I’m not going to ruin the positive relationship she has with Omega. Besides, I can’t afford an actual babysitter.” 

“Omega is more than capable of spending the afternoons by herself, and she could take the bus home after school,” Tech said. “Also, you are decidedly incorrect about her not feeling the same way.” 

“Guys-” 

“It’s true!” Wrecker boomed. “We’ve spent enough time with her at your summer barbecues to catch how she looks at you.”

“And now she’s coming to Life Day dinner,” Crosshair said. “Face it Hunter, you’re in love.”

“I invited her because she didn’t have anywhere else to go!” 

“Two things can be true at the same time,” Tech said. 

“Maybe you could say something on Life Day,” Wrecker cut in. “What are you going to get her?” 

There was a significant pause before Hunter responded, his voice much quieter than it had been before. “I don’t know.” 

Hunter loved his brothers, he truly did. But right now, as they rattled off endless suggestions of things he could get you, he wanted to be anywhere else but here at the moment. 

The feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket provided a welcome distraction, and he looked down to see your name on the screen. Omega and I are going out to lunch and then we’ll be home, you’ve got about an hour left to finish wrapping her gifts, the text message read. 

Thanks for the heads up, he texted back. I’ll make sure things are all cleaned up by then. 

No matter how hard he tried to hide the smile that crossed his face, it was an impossible feat, as was getting his brothers to stop teasing him and get back to work, since they really didn’t have much time to get everything done. 

He still needed to think about a gift for you, and time was certainly running out. Trying to ignore the way his brain wandered towards easy daydreams was another unattainable goal, and he couldn’t help but play through all different scenarios in his head of you and him, hearts and souls intertwined in domestic bliss. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, his brothers were right. Five years was long enough, he just needed to find the courage to actually tell you how he felt without chickening out, and maybe this Life Day he would prove successful. 

***

Hunter’s home was less than a minute walk for you, but your heart was racing as you stepped up to the front door, as if you had run a marathon on the way. But the homemade cake you had brought was balanced precariously atop the gifts in your hands, and a single misstep could have spelled imminent disaster.

Thankfully, the door opened before you had finished ascending the porch stairs, and Hunter immediately pulled the cake from the top of the gift stack. “Need any other help?” he asked.

“No, but thank you,” you breathed, stepping inside and immediately walking through to the living room. Once the presents in your arms were deposited safely next to the tree, you were nearly tackled in a hug. 

“Happy Life Day!” Omega said brightly, arms tight around your middle. 

“Happy Life Day to you too,” you said, unable to keep a goofy smile from appearing on your face. Despite the fact that you didn’t live here, something about this space, and especially these people, felt like home in a way you could never truly articulate. 

When Omega finally let you go, you turned to Hunter. “Am I the first one here?” Even though you lived next door, you would have thought someone else would be here by now, especially since you arrived a little late (trying to close your own door with the gifts and cake was quite a challenge, but you managed). 

Hunter nodded. “The others aren’t supposed to be here for another half hour,” he said. “Omega wanted to give you your gift as early as possible.” 

You looked back at Omega, who was practically vibrating with excitement. “Well, I can’t leave her waiting any longer, can I?” 

After being directed to the couch, you watched Hunter sit down on the armchair across the room with a smile on his face. As Omega brought over a small box wrapped in tooka-patterned paper, you jokingly shook it, feeling something heavy rustle around. As you tore open the paper and opened the box, your eyes widened. 

Glittering in the light of the tree across the room were two crystalline statues of your favorite animal. You had spent many hours doodling with Omega when she was younger at her kitchen table, and it was clear that this gift was her idea, as she had seen enough of your attempts at drawing these to know they were your favorite. “I love them,” you said sincerely, placing the statues on the couch side table before sweeping her up in a hug. “Do you want to open your gift now?” you asked, and her eyes lit up. 

Hunter watched in amusement as you walked over to the tree and presented Omega’s two gifts to her. She was much less gentle with the wrapping than you were, but that didn’t really matter. “Wow!” she said as she realized what it was, eyes wide as she took in the present, a high-quality set of paints, paintbrushes, and a pack of canvases, since she talked all the time about how much she enjoyed painting in art class. 

Hunter opened his mouth, probably to prompt his daughter to say thank you, but she beat him to it, wrapping you in a hug once more and babbling excitedly about what she’s going to paint with her new supplies. 

When she finally let you go, you got up from the couch and stepped over towards the tree, where you picked up a large box and presented it to Hunter. His eyes widened. “For me?” 

“Yes!” you said. “Omega helped me pick it out, so technically it’s from both of us.” 

He took the box from you. “It’s heavy.”

You watched with bated breath as he ripped open the paper, a smile crossing his face as he realized what it was. “Omega spilled the beans about you wanting a new caf machine,” you said. “And I’ll admit, we did get a slightly better model than the one you have now.” 

“That’s an understatement,” he said, staring at the graphics on the box that outlined all the different things this machine could do. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“I wanted to,” you said, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment. There was so much you wanted to tell him, but you didn’t exactly want to do it with an audience.

“Thank you,” he said warmly, putting the box down to get up from his chair. He moved to hug you, but his daughter beat him to it. You had hugged Omega so many times today that part of your mind wished Hunter was the one to wrap your arms around you, but you tried to push those thoughts away. 

After the moment had ended, you immediately moved to grab the used wrapping paper from the floor, and Omega took off somewhere else in the house, excitedly talking about how she couldn’t wait for her uncles to arrive. 

You and Hunter worked like you could read each others’ minds, something you only noticed when you realized that you had wordlessly begun setting out hors d'oeuvres on the table in preparation for the rest of the family to arrive. Maker, things just felt so right here, with him, so much so that you never wanted to leave.  

“Hey,” Hunter’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “You didn’t open all your gifts yet.” 

You looked at him with a confused look on your face. “But-” 

He shook his head. “We- I have one more thing for you.” 

You took note of the way he corrected himself, watching as he left the kitchen and returned with a small box in his hands. It was completely silent as you tore open the paper and popped open the jewelry box to reveal a simple necklace, your first initial hanging from a silver chain. 

“I didn’t know what to get you, and then my brothers got in my head about making sure I got something good, so-”

“Hunter,” you said softly, cutting off his rambling. “I love it.” 

He breathed an obvious sigh of relief, and you gently put the box down on the counter before moving towards him, throwing your arms around him and breathing in his scent. He returned the hug, and you felt as though you might die right here and now. You had hugged Hunter before, but they had always been quick goodbyes and polite greetings, never something like his. 

As you moved to pull away, he gripped your side a little tighter. “Wait,” he said, voice soft. Your faces were much closer than they had ever been before, and you wondered if he could hear the way your heart was beating faster than usual. 

“What is it?” you breathed.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Despite having daydreamed about him saying those words to you multiple times since you met, it took a few seconds for you to register that they were actually leaving his lips at this moment. “Yes,” you responded, allowing him to close the gap between you. 

Kissing Hunter was like coming upon an oasis in the desert, the feeling of his lips on yours suddenly becoming a desperate need. If you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up. One of your hands moved to his hair as his tightened around your waist, every ounce of passion that both of you had been keeping locked away finally bubbling to the forefront. 

The sound of excited shrieking was what finally detached your lips from each other, and you both turned to see Omega standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a smile on her face. “Does this mean I can call you mom?” she asked, looking expectantly at you. 

Hunter shifted where he stood. “Omega-” 

But before he could say anything, you jumped in. “If you promise not to say anything to your uncles, yes.” 

She nodded excitedly and ran up to the two of you for a hug before mumbling something about giving you space, leaving the room as empty as it had been a minute ago.

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping,” you said quickly. “If you don’t want her to call me that I can tell her I was mistaken.” 

“I was about to tell her that it was your decision,” he said warmly. “I don’t want you to think that just because we kissed I was expecting anything more.” 

“What if I wanted something more?” you asked. “Hunter, I’ve cared about you for so long now I barely even noticed my feelings until a year ago. But there’s no mistaking how I feel anymore, and I want you to know how much I love you.” 

He pulled you into another hug. “I think I fell in love with you the moment we met,” he said. “My brothers have been bugging me about you for longer than I want to admit.” 

You laughed, only imagining the types of teasing he has endured over the last few years. “Then let’s go for it.” 

Hunter responded by leaning down to kiss you again, and you certainly weren’t complaining. 

The next thing to grab your attention was the sound of the doorbell ringing, and you pulled away from Hunter (who, swear to Maker, emitted something of a whine as he lost contact with your lips). “How long do you think it’s going to take Omega to spill the beans?” you whispered as you heard her footsteps through the house, no doubt moving to open the door for whichever of her uncles had arrived first. 

“Seconds, probably,” he whispered back.

You laughed. “Come on, let’s go see who it is.” 

“Do we have to?” 

Playfully swatting his shoulder as his face morphed into a pout, you nodded before pulling away from his touch.

You greeted Crosshair with a bright smile and a polite hug, and he didn’t say anything about knowing what had just transpired between you and his brother moments before, so there was a small sliver of hope that Omega had been able to keep your secret. 

However, the moment you sat down on the couch with a plate of snacks, you could feel your phone buzz in your pocket, and a text from Crosshair to both you and Hunter reflected on the home screen. 

Have a good makeout session? 

Before you could think about what to say, a response from Hunter followed. 

Did Omega tell you?

Crosshair, who was sitting on the armchair as Omega rooted around under the tree for his gift, just smiled as he typed back. 

She didn’t have to, one look at your hair told me everything I needed to know.

Hunter quickly tried to tame his hair where your hands had mussed it, and Crosshair just watched with an amused smile. As the doorbell rang once more and Omega ran to greet the next arrival, a sincere smile appeared on his face. “Congrats you two.” 

“Thanks,” you said sincerely. “We finally figured things out.” 

As Hunter sat down on the couch next to you and intertwined your fingers with his, you realized that you couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect Life Day, and you would never again have to consider spending the holiday alone.

- the end -

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[lord-aldhelm]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @paula-in-dreamland!

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

I just finished Chapter 21 last week and am working on Chapter 22 of Darkest Before the Dawn. To be honest I have not written much since last week since I have been working overtime doing these drawings for Sasnak, and the last minute guests that were announced! Literally, like, a bunch were announced over this weekend! And these organizers can't figure out why ticket sales are low for these events... smdh

ANYWAY... now that they are all done I can relax and focus on writing and giffing again! I literally only have one paragraph written for Ch 22 so here is a snippet:

The glow of predawn light illuminated the bedchambers through the small window, casting a cerulean hue over the interior. Aldhelm awoke first; always the early riser, he is up before the sun, a habit long ingrained in him in his years of serving Aethelred. He had to be up before the Lord of Mercia to make sure things were taken care of, discreetly and promptly. Even though he was hundreds of miles away, he could not break the habit hard set into his body.

In other fic/writing stuff, I am working on an 'Aldhelm Romantic Headcanon' post, which is already at like, 1.5K words and I still have a lot more to add so it will be long! It is something I have been meaning to write for a while now, and when I have some free moments I will continue working on it but it might be a while before it is up.

Another plot bunny has entered my head: I have an idea for a TLK/Silmarillion crossover fic that I really don't want to share too much information about now (because I honestly don't have it planned out too much and also it will be a while before I can write it). This will *hopefully* just be a short fic: probably 10-15K, maybe 20K max. That is short for me. I might find time to write it in between chapters once I figure it out (I need to re-read the Silmarillion again so I can get my plot details ironed out)

Then there is another one-shot that I am in the process of writing, that takes place in the latter half of Springtime. This should be short (less than 5K) so this is a whenever thing.

And I haven't forgotten about my Aldhelm x OC fic I swear! I can honestly only work on one major longfic at a time, but I have been rolling scenes and plot stuff around in my head for that one. I am still writing the outline.

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In giffing news, I finally have the time to start working on them again, and have the caps for 5.06 on my HD and will be working on those this week.

In art news, I am working on a cat portrait:

This will be a rainbow colored kitty! Just blocked in the background yesterday.

I have a bunch of pet portrait commissions to do over the next few months, and then I will work on more TLK art (my fingers are itching to do another Aldhelm portrait so I have to get that out first lol)

ANYWAY this post is long enough.

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[eemamminy-art]

My art process, more or less

Hey, so a lot of people have asked me before to share some of my art process. So when drawing a recent quick personal piece I decided to finally take screenshots as I went to make a write-up. This is the artwork:

And below the cut is all the steps as I drew this. I wasn't counting the time but I think it was something like ~5 hours between two sessions.

This is less a tutorial and more just showcasing how I draw. You know how writers sometimes call themselves a planner or a pantser? I'm a pantser with art. When I try to plan stuff out too thoroughly I get stuck in the mindset of like, it HAS to be one way and I can't improvise. Improvisation and pivot is kind of essential in how I draw, and I recommend everyone trying to not be so rigid when drawing if you can help it. I'm kind of all over the place and winging it through most drawings so I hesitate to call it a tutorial as I feel it would be hard to follow for beginners. I can only manage to draw this way because I already have some classroom training, thousands of hours and artworks under my belt, and a pretty strong sense of visual recall that gives me a good sense of how to eyeball proportions and the like. Okay, disclaimer done, let's jump in I guess

I had an idea to draw my OC wearing a layered shirt combo that I saw in a cat video and I thought suited him. You'll see the snippet I took of it in the corner of the canvas throughout, but that's where the idea spawned. I began with just trying to get the basic gesture and flow of the pose. I was constructing it from my head, as I most often do (I don't recommend this, but I am usually too lazy for finding pose refs)

I flip the canvas and use the lasso tool all throughout and just continue to push and pull on the body shape and gradually add more substance to it until I'm satisfied with the undersketch

Once I feel like the undersketch is what I want it to be, I lock the transparency and reduce the opacity to 15%. You could also just change the colors on it if you'd prefer, but I've done that and then drawn on the wrong layer too many times lol so I prefer to just lower opacity. Then I make a new layer at 100% opacity and start to draw the clean sketch on top.

I'm making changes to the pose and expression as I go, as you can see I ended up shifting his head away from where it's positioned in the undersketch

I achieve some of the effects in my art, especially the line weight, through setting the colors to transparent and continuing to use my sketch/line brush so that it now acts as an eraser but maintains the same texture and size as my brush strokes. I use it to cut away excess lines, and also add transparency to stuff like having the eyebrows be a suggestion beneath the bangs

I redrew parts of his face, neck, and hair several times and questioned what I was doing with my evening (normal part of the process) and eventually ended up with this:

I realized the hands were way too vague in my undersketch so I went back to it to try and figure out the hand pose better

And here's the finished hands. Well not really finished, I continue to mess with line weight later, but this is basically their final form

And this was basically the finished "lines" (it's still a sketch to me because I use this rougher brush, but people always refer to it as line art. So I guess it's line art), with the undersketch on and with it off

Of course I took one look at the art above and said "something's wrong" lol but I was in a bad mood and it was late so I went to bed. I came back the next day and began tweaking it, using my beloved lasso tool to adjust his face somewhat which helped a lot

I then proceeded to add some more line weighting, adjusted proportions further, and toned down the folds on his jeans because there was WAY too much focus on them lol. Side by side to show the differences:

Okay now we can start colors. And I know this is the thing you're all here for, the skin rendering. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but it's mostly just magic with textures and layer modes! I make a flat color layer for the skin base, and three layers clipped above it (clipped meaning, they lock to the alphas of the base layer). The first layer clipped above is set to 100% opacity with a normal layer mode. This is for color variations on the skin like blemishes, freckles, lips, tattoos, hickeys, and in nude works, nipples and genitals. In this artwork though, it's just his lips.

The top-most skin layer (three above the base) I set to 40% opacity and hard light mode. This is important, but can be adjusted. You can use multiply or soft light if you want, or adjust the opacity, really mess with it. But this is fore the texture on the skin. I use a custom airbrush that simulates skin pores, and I use a saturated orange color and dust it all over his skin

Next is what I normally like to call blush but it's all over, so it's really like. Definition? People call it rendering and I suppose it's kind of like that but in my head I'm just being lazy to make my flat colors look better and not have to actually do proper shading on the piece! But this is below the pores layer (so it's two layers above the skin base) and it's also set to 40% opacity, hard light. Again, use your discretion and play with it. I use a dark red color for this, it leans slightly pink but it's still fully red I'd say. Like a wine red I guess? And I just start defining shapes of the body, and deepening it in areas that actually would have a lot of blood flow (like the cheeks or ears)

I basically do it like this: I use the same brush that I use for blending when I am doing actual rendering (it's just an oil brush with a chisel tip that I got off the assets store, though it is currently unavailable last I looked) and I block out the area darkly. Then, I swap my color to transparent once again and I use that to carve out the midtones. I use a light touch so I can blend it out really nicely but I do leave some hard edges where it feels appropriate.

So satisfying, so beauteous (★ ω ★) Then I just add in the rest of the colors, putting them in their own layer so I can easily edit them later.

And edit them I did. What is this color scheme?? Whack lol I color picked the shirts from the video I was referencing.. and realized I didn't like it. So I tweaked the colors to better match Mal's earthy color scheme. I also colored the lines by locking transparency on the line layer and coloring over it in a deep red.

Lastly, I made some little edits to line weight, gave him his fuzzy arms (essential, and also? Charm point) and used a deco brush from the clip studio assets store for the background. Here's the finished artwork:

And here's the deco brush, if you wanted to download it:

[frogsinflannel]

🦸 Some more superhero AU please!

raaaawr I am actually going to write this. I WILL get it done, I WILL finish. Thank you for this ask, I need the encouragement! I hope you enjoy this snippet. I'm letting y'all in on a very minimal little surprise plot point here, too, ha ha.

~

Buck has to pause and rewind what he’d just thought.  Not a date.  It’s not a date.  Pilot is offering him a chance to ask some questions off the record, take a photo, maybe set up a time for a real interview later.  And sure, yeah, they’re having dinner together and the city skyline is laid out before them bright and buzzing.  It could be considered romantic.  Maybe.  If Pilot was interested in him like that.

He picked at the lettuce in his sandwich, kicking his legs over the edge of the balcony.  “You could uh… you could catch me if I fall right?”

Pilot turned his head to look at him, one brow raised in question.  Quickly he chewed the bit of sub he had in his mouth and swallowed, then gave Buck a bemused smile.  “Are you planning to fall?”

“No,” he says with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck.  “But, uh.  Y-you can fly.  So if I did fall, then.  Couldn’t you… Uh, wouldn’t you try to catch me?”

“Sure,” he says with a shrug.  His smile turns sly and he holds up the remains of his dinner, still wrapped in foil.  “This is too good to waste, though, so I’ll only have the one hand.”  Buck laughs, liked he’d obviously intended, and Pilot looks pleased with himself over it.  “Don’t worry, Evan,” he says.  “I would catch you.  I wouldn’t let you get hurt.”

“Yeah.”  He looks away, focusing on the food in his lap, feeling his cheeks heat up.  It’s… silly, to be embarrassed.  He clears his throat and tries to ignore how red he knows he is.  At least it’s dark.  “Cool.  That’s… that’s cool.”

Pilot just nods and smiles and goes back to dinner.  Buck wonders idly if the strength of his powers means he’s got a higher burning metabolism.  

It’s not awkward as they sink back into silence, at least it shouldn’t be–but Buck certainly feels awkward.  It’s not a date and he’s not thinking about Pilot catching him mid-air in his huge arms and all this is off the record anyway so it doesn’t matter, right?  That’s what Buck’s telling himself.  It doesn’t matter.

But that doesn’t stop him from trying to break that quiet.  “So, uh.  Since this is off the record… I feel like I can’t keep calling you The Pilot.”

“Or The Hot Pilot,” he interjects.  “I’ve seen that, too.”

Buck rolls his eyes but it’s not like he’s wrong.  “O-okay, sure, but.  Can I at least get a name?  That I could call you?”

That earns him the bitchiest look and he lets out a breathy chuckle before he even realizes he’s doing it.  “Not your secret identity,” he assures Pilot.  “Though, uh, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“You have a secret identity.”

“I guess it’s not… it’s not an identity, exactly, or.  A-at least it’s not another one.  I only have the one.”  He swallows, suddenly nervous.  “You know they all me Buck, right?  It’s for my last name.  Buckley.”  He waits.  “As in—”

“As in Buckley.  Margaret and Phillip Buckley?  The billionaire philanthropists.”

He can’t stand seeing what might be on Pilot’s face, so he keeps his eyes fixed on his knees.  “Yep,” he says, popping that last ‘p.’  “Those are my parents.”

~

MAKE ME WRITE

[areyoudreaminof]

some word salad behind the cut

I never thought I’d ever get into writing. My self esteem is so minimal it’s nearly non existent, so I had never bothered to try. But I started writing last year and found I was enjoying it. I made grand plans to write more until I didn’t.

My passion became my poison, suddenly.

As I scrolled through endless fics and writers much more talented than I am, my anxiety perched itself on my shoulder like a crow and squawked in my ear.

“The shit you’re putting out? No wonder nobody is reading it. You’re writing boring stuff. Who gives a fuck about kids and one shots?” It would say. I’d reply that I didn’t want to write smut. I don’t like doing it and it felt silly.

“So why are you writing at all?” Anxiety Crow said, “That’s what people want. And you can’t even do that.”

It came to a head right before Elucien Week. Last year, I wrote three fics I am still immensely proud of. One of which opened a door for me with the first Next Gen characters I came up with. I had assumed that I’d have something else lined up for this year's Elucien Week.

But in that year, I had a lot of personal changes and mental health challenges that weren’t getting better. I made the mistake of starting a long fic and it became this beast that I couldn’t tame. Even one shots and snippets became a chore. I’d have to force myself to finish a chapter, to try and translate the images I saw in my head to paper, but it wasn’t working. This coincided with my depression peaking in early 2024, in which I got suicidal and had to seek help.

By January, I’d gotten more frustrated with my writing, by June, I despised writing in its entirety. Three days before Elucien Week was due to begin, I hovered my mouse over DELETE ACCOUNT on AO3 and nearly trashed a year worth of work. I decided to take a step back to clear my head and to put a stop to this toxic competition I had with myself. I didn’t want to lose the hobby I’d grown to love and destroy the new friendships I’d made. I was absolutely terrified of losing those wonderful friends I’ve made and I felt so guilty and angry at myself for fumbling the bag and not writing anything.

I can’t even tell you why I obsessed over it, I may never go back to writing at all, but the weight of that self hatred has eased up from my chest. It’s not eating me alive anymore. That’s not to say it’s gone of course. Just the other day I had another major moment of doubt, and nearly trashed everything, again. I’m trying to parse through my own mind constantly to sort out my own spirals and triggers. Some days it’s working, others it’s not.

I think I’m now telling you about it, because I’m sure you’re feeling it too. People reached out to me to check on me when I left and others to let me know they were having the same problems. The feelings of inferiority among fandom, the nagging expectations we placed on ourselves. Never mind any of the challenges we face in our daily lives. What’s the worth of my mental health and happiness and why the fuck do I keep measuring it like this?

Whatever comes of this break, I hope that all of us can find our self worth, wherever it is. I see so many incredible artists, writers, and people that inspire me to want to keep going. If you’re reading this, you’re one of them.

Take a breath and take a break. We’ll figure it out.

[footandantlers]

Introducing my 381k Payneland fic!

Some of you may have seen my post yesterday about how I wasn't sure on how I should post this monstrosity of a fic but the vast majority of you requested that I post it in chapters! So here's all the information you need to know about it.

When and how will it be posted?

The first chapter will be posted on the 9th of September. There will be 30 chapters in total all stretching out to be between 10-15k each. By this schedule the fic should roughly finish up April of next year! However the full thing is written so I may feel generous and occasionally post twice a week however I'd like to build a community! So I'll be creating a tag for you guys to follow over here where I'll post snippets, extended scenes and scrapped scenes. When the fic ends I also have alternative endings written out that you guys might like! Depending on the popularity of this fic I might end up even creating a discord server, I'm not particularly sure how this fic will do but I'm a huge fan of connecting with my readers, more about a discord server below.

Is the fic titled yet? What's it about?

Yes it is! The fic will be called 'My Godforsaken Loverboy' and it's an AU of Edwin and Charles being dorm mates at St. Hilarions spanning five years. It's very much a slow burn that may drive you insane but I promise I spent forever going through Tumblr hunting down popular head canons and dynamic wishes that seemed popular to throw in this fic so hopefully there's something for everyone! A proper summary will be released soon!

Is this based off the Netflix Series?

Here's where I may lose some people. While it's definitely got plenty of aspects from the Netflix shows (Mostly character wise) I planned the entire fic around the comics and Doom Patrol's season three episode 'Dead Patrol' so the dynamics may be different to what you'll be expecting if you've only watched the Netflix show! I apologise if this throws some people off but I adore them in Doom Patrol dearly.

Now a question for you guys, do we want a discord server?

I'd love a discord server centred around Dead Boy Detectives in general! Where we could share head cannons, fanart, fic recs, ect in more of a discussion way instead of screaming into a void. So here's my idea, I'm more than happy to create an overall Dead Boy Detectives server however it'd just have a channel or two dedicated purely to this fic but I'd have plenty of other channels for different fics as well! I've been on servers like this before and really enjoyed them. Send me a message if you like this idea so I don't lose track of you and if I get enough people I'll make it!

PS. Sorry to those that wanted it posted as a one shot 😔 I decided this seemed the most manageable and reasonable

[emkayewrites]

Lukola snippet from my imagination. One cold night, Nicola and Luke are rehearsing their most intimate Season 3 scenes in his trailer when they get a little carried away...

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

2nd November 2022 – Salisbury (UK)

Nicola stepped out of the make-up trailer and onto the sludge that had once been a green, well-kept field.  Several days of non-stop rain had not been kind to the grounds of Wilton House and wellies had become essential wear for the cast and crew.  It was a bitterly cold night with a bright moon hanging overhead. Nicola pulled the big brown fleece she was wearing more tightly around herself and made her way determinedly towards his trailer.

She was equal parts exhausted and frantic.  It was a strange way to feel.  It had been a very long day of filming so she should want to do nothing more than go to bed but her mind would not let her rest.

After all, she had spent several hours on set with Claudia, filming some very emotional scenes that occurred between their characters.  Several takes had been needed because of lighting problems and because Claudia was struggling with a chesty cough.  They had finished their night seated in front of their respective vanity mirrors as the make-up team helped them scrub off the layers of foundation and lipstick, and they had talked about how desperate they were for the warmth of their beds.  Nicola had not entirely lied; she was eager to be warm.  Yet, sleep was the last thing on her mind. 

In less than two days, she and Luke would be filming the most exposing and intimate of all their romantic scenes together.  For several weeks, they had been meeting discreetly in their trailers to rehearse kissing, touching and even tentatively exploring the idea of seeing each other naked.  This had been done without the knowledge or involvement of anyone else even though Lizzy had made it clear to them that the production team would not support the rehearsal of intimate scenes without a coordinator.  Regardless, Nicola had felt that their extra rehearsals were giving her confidence but as the big day approached, she had been losing sleep.  It did not help that since Ezra had arrived less than a week ago, she and Luke had had no time together to privately rehearse.  It also really did not help that she had not seen any part of Luke under his clothes until just a few days ago.  The sight of his tight abdominal muscles, the way his jeans hung just low enough for the revealing V-shape of his obliques to be visible – she shook her head as if to try and shake the image from her mind.

How am I going to have that body on top of me and act?  She thought.  It was not just his body.  It was the fact that she already found his personality attractive – so to find him physically appealing as well would be torturous.  She reasoned that exposure would help.  She was just overwhelmed at seeing him in such great shape for the first time but repeatedly seeing him would surely dull the effect.

So, she had been grateful for the exchange of texts that had happened between her and Luke as she was having her hair and make-up undone for the day.

Luke N: Plans for tonight?

Nicola C: Staring at my ceiling for four hours before my alarm goes off. You?

Luke N: Wow, same.

Nicola C: Rehearsal would probably be a good idea.

Luke N: Definitely.  When do you finish?

Nicola C: Being de-Peneloped in make-up right now.  Can be with you in 10?

Nicola stared at her phone.  She had sent him that message over half an hour ago and there had not been a response.  She tapped out a message as she approached his trailer door.

Nicola C: You better not have fallen asleep.

“BOO!”

She was so engrossed in her phone that when the noise came, she squealed and jumped several inches off the ground.  Her phone slipped from her hand and into the mud. 

Luke was stood behind her in a black button-down t-shirt, carrying a small Styrofoam takeaway box and laughing.

“Jaysus fucking Christ!” Nicola snapped, and immediately bent down to rescue her phone.

“Oh shit, is that your phone?” The smile disappeared from his face.  “Is it OK?”

Nicola peeled the phone off the ground using only the tips of her fingers.  It was completely covered.

“Why would you do that?” She glared at him.  The intensity of her own anger took her aback.  Perhaps it was the very long day of filming or maybe it was the heightened adrenaline she had been experiencing since Ezra had arrived – either way, she was not able to do what a well-rested, clear-minded Nicola would do: laugh.

“It looks alright.” Luke spoke softly and carefully, recognising that a line may have been crossed on his part. “See, the screen’s still lighting up and there’s no cracks…”

Nicola narrowed her eyes at him.  Before she was able to fully form a thought, she found herself thrusting forward, grabbing him by the arm and then smearing the gloopy mess that covered her phone across the cotton fabric of his top.  He let out a shocked yelp and jumped back, pulling his arm away from her but it was too late, the front of his shirt was completely covered.

This time, Nicola laughed.  He looked down at his clothes in disbelief and then at her.

“Happy now?” He sighed.

“No.” She replied, holding her phone up. “My phone is still disgusting.  You’ll have to do the recording tonight.” 

It was true, her phone did not look any cleaner, instead it looked like the mud had just been more evenly spread across the phone’s surface.

“Peace offering?” Luke gestured to the box in his hands. “I got us some chips.”

“You remembered the vinegar?”

“I would throw myself down in the mud right now if I hadn’t.” He attested, leading the way up his trailer steps and inside.

Nicola stepped inside and was hit with the blast of warm air from the space heater that stood by the paisley patterned sofa.  Opposite this was a small kitchenette area with a sink and work surface where Luke placed the box of chips. 

“Oh my God, I feel like I’m melting.”  Nicola sat down, pulling the fleece off herself to reveal a black vest underneath.

“That heater only has two settings – on or off.”  Luke apologized.  “It’s better on then off right now.”

She watched him as he pulled out his phone from his trouser pocket and started to stage it on the work surface before him.  He propped it up against a cup so that it was stood upright with the camera lens facing her on the sofa.

They had taken to filming their rehearsals so that they could watch them back together to see how their performance looked.

He started to unbutton his shirt, trying to avoid touching the dirt where possible.

Nicola watched him, hawk-eyed, as he pulled the shirt off his shoulders to reveal the very sight that she had not been able to get out of her mind.  

How did he still look that ripped at the end of a day?

“I’m sending you the dry-cleaning bill.” He joked, balling the shirt up and pushing it into a laundary bag.  He grabbed at a white t-shirt that was hanging off a hook behind him.

“No.  Keep it off.” She noticed herself gulp as she said the words.  He froze and looked at her.

“I mean… for the scene.” She continued.

“Right.” He let his arm drop away from the hook and he moved towards her. 

Why was her heart racing so fast?

Jesus, he was beautiful.

He has a girlfriend. You have almost got a boyfriend. A very hot boyfriend.  A boyfriend with abs. She repeated in her mind, trying to remind both her mind and body of the facts.

He sat inches from her and a mischievous smile spread across his lips. “If I remember right, we’re both topless in at least one of the scenes.”

Nicola laughed; she knew he was joking but she could not resist commenting: “These are coming out once and once only.  When I’m being paid a crap-ton of money for it.”

“Should I be charging for this?” Luke looked down at himself.

“I think you should be paying me for this.” She quipped and placed a hand on his chest.  She felt him shiver a little at the coldness of her touch, which amused her.  They both stayed in that position for a moment, sat on the sofa, leaning towards each other, her hand on his heart.  He felt warm and his heart was racing.  She looked at him in surprise.

“Nervous?” She found herself asking.

“With you?” He half-smiled. “Always.”

She was not sure how to take his words.  She was sure a look of confusion was spreading across her face.  His heart seemed to thud even faster under her hand.

I make him nervous?  She thought.

What happened next felt natural.  

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers, one of his hands was on the back of her head, holding her face against his.  It was the epitome of a closed mouth acting kiss.  

They had gone through these very movements so many times, it would have been odd for it not to feel natural.  Yes, this was what regular rehearsal and being in your comfort zone with your costar felt like, she was sure of it.

She was not sure how other than the fact that every part of her mouth longed for it to happen but suddenly, her tongue was in his mouth.  Tentatively at first.  He did not pull back.  In fact, his tongue seemed to greet hers with glee.  His hand gripped the back of her head even tighter, and he wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her so close to himself that the hand she had placed on his chest was now squeezed between their two bodies.

Wait - what scene was this even? ��The question swirled very faintly in some corner of her mind that was easy to ignore. 

All she cared about was how ferociously hungry he seemed to be for her.  He held her so tightly it was almost as if he was afraid to loosen his grip for fear that she might slip away.  His lips left hers so rarely that taking in oxygen was not the easiest thing.  She didn’t care.  Oxygen no longer mattered. Barely being able to breathe felt too good.     

She could hear his breathless panting as he pulled the strap of her vest down and she felt the warm air of the room against her naked breast.  It was the wake-up call she needed to come back into her own body.

What are we doing? 

You should not be enjoying this.

The voice in her head was louder now.

What scene is this even?!

She found herself prying her lips away from his, her hand still on his chest, his heart still beating furiously.

He pulled back, breathless and looked at her.

“I-um, I…” She was at a loss for words.  She knew what she wanted to say but she did not know how to say it.  She wanted to ask him what he was thinking.  She wanted to know what he was feeling.  She wanted to ask him if he felt as crazy as she did right now?  She did not say any of this. 

Instead, she took a breath and pulled her vest back over her breast.

“Boobies out, time to stop.” She gave a chuckle that came off nervous when she had wanted it to come across nonchalant.

“Sorry. I, uh, I got caught up in it…” He trailed off. 

The energy between them was weird.  She knew it and she knew he knew it too.  They had never discussed a line that could not be crossed in rehearsal.  They had only agreed to try to be comfortable with each other and to try to portray the intimacy of their characters with authenticity.  That was the problem though.  This felt too authentic for her.

He has a girlfriend.

He has a girlfriend.

“I actually – you know, the night is just hitting me.” She sounded like a bumbling fool, but it was the best she could do in that moment. “I think I should just go to bed.”

She saw a mixture of emotions cross his face; upset, surprise, concern. 

“OK.” He had settled on agreeing with her, although she could sense he had wanted to protest. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just – exhausted.” She reassured him. “Are you?”

“I could keep rehearsing but… I didn’t have a ten-hour shoot day.” He gave her a smile. “I’ll walk you to yours.”

“It’s fine, Luke.” She was already on her feet with her fleece wrapped around her.  She stuck her mud-encrusted phone into her pocket.

As she headed to the door, she suddenly remembered his phone.  She turned and looked over at the work surface where it stood.

“Luke – I would delete this one.” She iterated to him.  He nodded. 

Moments later, she was back out into the night.  She was still exhausted.  And her mind was still racing.  In fact, it was worse now. 

I really fucking like him.

And that was a problem.

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Unexpected Chapter 28: Bad Girls Do It Well

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Chan

Chan stared at his phone, Mia's last text message glaring back at him.

Mia: I'm so sorry, but I have to cancel our dinner plans again. This presentation is due tomorrow, and I'm stuck at the office late. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Love you.

He sighed heavily and tossed the phone on the couch. Between Stray Kids working on their new album and Mia's marketing job ramping up for their busy season, it felt like they were two ships passing in the night lately, missing each other at every turn. Their conflicting schedules made it nearly impossible to find time together.

Chan leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes. The guys, as well as the labels, were counting on 3Racha to write and produce more hit songs, but his mind kept drifting to Mia. He pictured her hunched over her laptop at work, brow furrowed in concentration as she put together yet another important client presentation. She'd been logging so many late nights at the office.

He picked the phone back up and typed out:

International Superstar Bang Chan: I miss you.

His thumb hovered over the send button for a moment before he deleted the message with a frustrated groan. It wasn't fair to make her feel guilty when she was working so hard. They were both pouring themselves into their careers right now.

A knock sounded at the studio door. "Yo Chan, you ready to lay down the demo for the next track?" Han called out. "Changbin and I finished the lyrics."

"Yeah, be right there," Chan replied, pushing himself up off the couch. Time to shift gears and get his head back in the game. This album wasn't going to produce itself.

He strode over to the recording booth, determined to channel his pent-up energy and longing into the music. If he couldn't be with Mia, at least he could write songs that expressed how he felt about her. A few of the new tracks were intensely personal and heartfelt. Definitely not his preferred style, but he had worked closely with Han, who was known for his emotional lyrics, to complete them. As he slipped the headphones over his ears and stepped up to the mic, Chan closed his eyes for a moment, picturing Mia's beautiful face, before launching into an impassioned vocal take, raw emotion infusing every word.

“You fill up my mind 24/7 I stay up all night, I can't even rest You seem to be fine The way that you smile it's giving me a heartache 'Cause I should be the one protecting it”

He would find a way for them to reconnect soon, even if it meant moving mountains with their busy schedules. Because at the end of the day, no matter how much he loved making music, Mia was now his ultimate muse and motivation. He never thought he could feel this way about someone again. Their relationship was worth fighting for, and he refused to let time and distance pull them apart.

A few hours later, Chan's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he fished it out, heart leaping at the sight of Mia's name on the screen. He quickly opened the message.

Mia: Hey handsome, just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you. Miss you like crazy. Can't wait for our date night this weekend! XOXO

A bittersweet smile tugged at Chan's lips as he typed out a reply.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Miss you more, goddess. Counting down the minutes until I can hold you in my arms again. Love you.

He hit send, wishing he could express the depth of his feelings through the phone. Text messages were a poor substitute for being together in person, but they helped bridge the gap between their hectic lives.

Throughout the day, as Chan worked tirelessly in the studio, he and Mia exchanged a flurry of messages, sharing snippets of their days and words of encouragement. Each ping of his phone brought a burst of warmth and comfort, knowing that despite the distance, they were still connected.

As the weekend approached, Chan's excitement grew at the prospect of finally having some quality time with Mia. He had grand plans for their date night: a romantic dinner at a cozy candlelit restaurant, followed by a leisurely stroll under the stars, then back to her place…. They hadn’t been intimate in over a week. He was dying to touch her.

But just hours before they were set to meet, Chan's phone rang, Mia's face flashing on the screen. His heart sank, already sensing what was coming.

“Are you cancelling?”

"Chris, baby, I'm so sorry," Mia said, her voice heavy with regret. "We've got a crisis at work, and I can't leave. I'm going to have to cancel. I feel awful."

Chan closed his eyes, swallowing his disappointment. "It's okay, I understand. Your work is important."

"I promise I'll make it up to you. I love you so much."

"I love you too. Don't work too hard, okay?"

After hanging up, Chan sat in silence for a long moment, frustration and longing warring in his chest. He hated this feeling of powerlessness, of constantly having to put their relationship on the back burner.

But then an idea struck him, and he sprang into action. If Mia couldn't come to him, he would find a way to bring a little joy to her.

Half an hour later, Chan watched from his phone as a dot on the map, representing a delivery driver, approached Mia's office building with the takeout he had ordered for her with all her favorite comfort foods from her favorite Chinese restaurant in her neighborhood. He had included a note:

‘To my hardworking goddess,

I know you're giving it your all, as always. Remember to take care of yourself too. Enjoy a delicious meal and think of me. I'll be dreaming of the day when I can cook for you again and shower you with all the love you deserve.

Forever yours,

Chris’

It wasn't the romantic evening he had envisioned, but Chan knew that supporting Mia, even from afar, was the most important thing.

Chan, back in his room at the beach house, was lost in thought, trying to finish brainstorming ideas for the next comeback, when his phone buzzed with a message from Mia.

Mia: Chris, you amazing fucking man! Thank you so much for the surprise dinner. It means the world to me. I have a surprise for you too. Check your email. Love you! ❤️

Intrigued, Chan quickly opened his inbox and found an email from Mia with the subject line ‘For my International Superstar.’ Inside were six VIP tickets to the upcoming EDM festival featuring some of Chan's favorite DJs.

"Naur fucking way!" Chan exclaimed. He and Changbin had been talking about going to this for the past few weeks but hadn’t been successful at securing tickets since it had been sold out for months. Even the company had been no help.

The email also included a short message from Mia:

‘I know how much you've been wanting to go to this. My hookup got tickets for the guys too (and Lianna), so you can all enjoy a well-deserved break. Let's make some unforgettable memories together. Can't wait to dance the night away with you! 😘’

Chan immediately called Mia. "Mia, you're incredible! I can't believe you did this. Thank you so much, babe."

Mia laughed, her voice warm and loving. "I just called in a favor. You deserve it, Chris. You've been working so hard, and I want to make sure you have some fun too. Plus, I think we could both use a day of letting loose and enjoying each other's company."

"Absolutely," Chan agreed, his mind already racing with anticipation. "The Kids are going to be thrilled. This will be epic!"

As they ended the call, Chan couldn't stop smiling. Despite the challenges they faced, moments like these reminded him of just how blessed he was to have Mia in his life.

A week later, the day of the concert arrived, and the group was buzzing with excitement. Mia looked stunning in one of Chan’s white Fendi tank tops that she cut into a cropped style and denim skinny jeans; Chan couldn't keep his eyes off her. As they entered the venue, the pulsing beats and dazzling lights enveloped them, and they quickly lost themselves in the music. Mia’s VIP tickets got them access backstage, as well as access to the platform just behind where the soundboard was located.

Chan pulled Mia close, his hands on her hips as they moved to the rhythm. "Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?" he murmured in her ear.

Mia grinned, pressing herself against him. "You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome."

“Can I have some of that?” Lianna asked, cutting into their moment, referring to the gin and tonic Mia held in her hand.

“Do you have a wristband, ma’am?” Mia shot back sassily.

Lianna rolled her eyes. “C’mon Aunt Mimi. We drink together all the time.” She crossed her arms.

“Yes. At my house. Where I’m not in danger of getting arrested for child endangerment.”

“You don’t have to be so dramatic!”

“Here,” Mia said, handing her a bottle of water. “If you’re thirsty, hydrate.”

Lianna took the bottle and twisted off the cap before taking a swig. “I’m thirsty for something…,” she said as she turned her attention towards Changbin. “Chan. He’s still single, right?” She faced Chan, raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer.

Chan chuckled. “As far as I knaur.” Lianna nodded as she continued to watch Changbin while chugging the water. Chan whispered in Mia’s ear, “She’s not serious, is she?”

“Oh, she’s very serious,” Mia answered quietly with a laugh. “She told me outright that she wants to fuck him.”

“Well then! Are you okay with that?”

“She’s her own woman. As long as she’s not forced to do anything she doesn’t want to, it’s her prerogative.”

As they danced, Chan noticed Lianna making her way towards Changbin, a determined look in her eye. He chuckled to himself, wondering if his friend was ready for the force of nature that was Mia's niece.

Lianna tapped Changbin on the shoulder, a flirtatious smile on her face. "Hey, wanna dance with me?"

Changbin turned, surprised but clearly intrigued. "Lianna, hey! Yeah, let's do it."

As the two began to dance, Changbin's hands found their way to Lianna's waist. Lianna wasted no time in repositioning his hands lower on her hips. Chan leaned in to whisper to Mia, "Looks like Lianna is making her move."

Mia laughed, shaking her head. "That girl is fearless. I just hope Changbin knows what he's getting into."

Chan grinned, pulling Mia even closer. "I think he can handle it.”

As the DJ’s set ended, Changbin walked to the bar to get a drink. On his way back to Lianna, he passed by where Chan and Mia were sitting.

“Mia. How old is your niece? I need to be sure I can’t get thrown in jail.” Changbin chuckled nervously.

Mia laughed. “You’re good. She turned 18 a few months ago and she’s very mature. You’re safe from the law, but not from her parents. Her dad is 6’2”, and honestly, my sister is probably more terrifying.” Mia took a sip of her drink. “Don’t worry, I won’t turn you in,” she whispered. “Just be decent or I’ll have to fucking kill you myself.”

“Easy Aunty Mimi,” Changbin said as he backed away playfully, his hands raised. “The sass must run in the family. I’ll be a perfect fucking gentleman.”

“I thought I wasn’t your type, Bin. She’s basically my clone.”

“I lied,” he whispered with a wink before walking away. Mia laughed.

“The two of them together might be trouble,” Chan said. He threw his arm around Mia and pulled her closer. “What to find a quiet spot?” He kissed her neck.

“Sure,” Mia said as she brought her lips to his.

Mia and Chan made their way to the VIP area backstage, hand in hand. They were both feeling a little buzzed from the drinks and the energy of the concert, but they couldn’t resist stealing kisses from each other as they walked.

As they reached the VIP area, Chan pulled Mia towards him and pressed her against the wall. “I can’t get enough of you today,” he whispered before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Mia’s hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Their chemistry was undeniable and every time they kissed, it felt like fireworks exploding inside him.

After a few minutes, they pulled away breathlessly. “Let’s go back here,” Mia suggested.

They found an empty room backstage and quickly made their way inside. Chan locked the door behind them before turning to face Mia. She pulled him into another heated kiss and their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies.

Chan’s mind was clouded as he lifted her up against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he rocked against her. She moaned into his mouth, urging him on as she tangled her fingers in his hair. They spent the next half-hour making out and dry humping until someone knocked on the door. “Why is this door locked? Is someone in there? Fuck!” the voice on the other side of the door asked as they pounded their fist on the door.

“Oh shit,” Chan whispered.

“Shh,” Mia said with a soft laugh. “Don’t say anything. Let’s wait until they leave, then we can sneak out.”

“Okay.” He brought his lips back to hers. When they heard the person walk away, they slipped out of the room and headed back to meet the rest of the group.

****

Chan rubbed his eyes as he sat staring at his laptop. He needed to get these mixes done before he left the studio. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. He could have worked on this back at the house, but he was worried about the potential distractions. As he saved the first mix, his phone vibrated.

Mia: Still at the studio?

International Superstar Bang Chan: Yeah. One mix down, two more to go. I’ll probably be here for another 2-3 hours.

Chan took a break as he waited for Mia to message him back. He walked to the bathroom, then grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge in the back of the studio. He returned to his chair and unlocked the phone. She hadn’t written back yet.

Chan opened the second file and got to work.

Forty-five minutes later, his phone buzzed again.

Mia: Hey. I’m outside. Come let me in.

International Superstar Bang Chan: Outside where?

Chan was confused.

Mia: The studio. Open the door. This isn’t the best neighborhood to be standing outside… alone… after midnight…

Chan pushed away from the desk and walked out to the lobby. He turned the deadbolt and pushed the door open. Mia was standing on the other side in a large red letterman jacket with black sleeves that was fully buttoned from her neck down to where the fabric reached her upper thighs.

“Took you long enough,” she said as she walked in, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He said as he pulled the door closed and locked it. She was right; this wasn’t the best neighborhood. He turned around to face her. “I mean don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to see you.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said cheerily as she took his hand. “Surprise! Anyone else here?”

Chan chuckled. “Naur. Just me.”

“Want to show me what you’re working on?”

“Sure.” He led her down the hallway to his studio. “What’s with the outfit? It’s a little hot and humid out for that, yeah?”

Mia pushed him into his chair. “I have no intention of keeping it on,” she said seductively as she held the jacket at the collar and pulled it open slowly, unsnapping the buttons one by one. Chan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight. The only thing Mia was wearing beneath was a red lace thong that matched the color of the jacket. “You like?” she asked as she dropped the jacket to the floor then straddled him.

Chan’s tongue pushed through the flesh of his cheek as he grinned. “Heh, I like very much.” He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her in closer to his core.

Mia kissed his jawline, then whispered in his ear, “Make sure you save your progress.” She licked his neck, then pulled his skin between her teeth.

“Ah,” he gasped when he felt her bite. He swiveled the chair with his feet, then pressed command + S on his MacBook. “Saved.” He returned his hands to her ass and squeezed as he kissed her neck. “If this is an apology for all the times you stood me up, I forgive you!”

Mia didn’t respond, she just brought her lips back to his and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her hands reached down between their bodies and unbuttoned his jeans. She eased his zipper down before she pushed her hand into his underwear.

Chan moaned as Mia’s hand wrapped around his length. A few strokes and he was fully hard, pushing against her palm. He broke the kiss to look down at her, his breathing heavy.

“Somebody’s happy to see me,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Without saying another word, she lifted her body up and positioned herself on top of him, pressing his tip against the crotch of her thong. Chan hurriedly pulled the fabric to the side, then held onto her hips as she slowly lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch until he was fully enveloped within her moist, warm walls. They both let out satisfied sighs before Mia began to move, rocking her hips back and forth as Chan helped guide her movements with his hands. Their pace started slow but soon picked up as they both succumbed to the pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and moans. Mia rode Chan with expert skill, her hips moving in a steady rhythm that drove him wild. He gripped her hips tighter, urging her to go faster, deeper.

Their bodies moved together, their breaths mingling in the air between them as they each chased their release. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of Mia, completely entranced by her beauty, her confidence, and the way she felt around him. He let out a low growl as she leaned down to kiss him again, their tongues now dancing together.

Mia broke their kiss as she leaned back, placing her hands behind her to grip his thighs tightly for leverage as she arched her back fully and let her head fall backwards. The move positioned her chest perfectly in front of him and he couldn’t help himself burying his face in between her perky breasts. He slipped his hands up her back until they were between her shoulder blades. After placing a kiss on her lower sternum, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and bit softly before tugging it. His lips smiled around her boob when she gasped loudly, encouraging him to repeat the action before moving over to the next breast.

Mia bit her lip and her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the sensations. Her back arched further with the help of Chan’s hands and her body started to shake with pleasure. Chan continued to suck and bite her nipples, each touch rippling through her body.

“Fuck, Christopher,” Mia moaned, her voice ragged. Chan was turned on even more hearing his full name come out of her mouth. Encouraged by her words, Chan moved his hands back down to her hips, guiding her movements as she continued to ride him harder and faster.

As they both got closer to climax, Mia’s movements became more erratic until she finally reached her peak with a loud moan that sent shivers down Chan’s spine. She continued to grind her hips against Chan’s seeking to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. That motion, coupled with feeling her clenched around him, pushed Chan over the edge as well, releasing himself inside of her with a growl.

They stayed connected for a few moments longer, kissing softly.

“Where did you come from?” Chan asked softly. “That was amazing. Best surprise ever,” he whispered as they both caught their breaths.

“Just making up for lost time,” Mia replied with a smile before kissing his cheek. “Can’t be a rockstar if you’re not fucking in the studio…,” she whispered, smirking against his ear. Chan chuckled.

They sat there for a while longer, Chan’s arms wrapped around Mia’s back and Mia’s arms around Chan’s neck. Her head rested on his shoulder.

Mia sighed as she sat up. “I should probably let you get back to work.”

“I might not be able to concentrate after that!” Chan said with another chuckle.

Mia laughed softly before resting her forehead against his. “Sorry,” she said quietly.

He kissed her neck. “Stay,” he begged. “I should be done in about an hour. You can hang out on the couch,” nodding to the large leather sofa on the back wall, “and then we can head back to my place to go to bed? I miss sleeping next to you.”

“Okay.” Mia eased herself off of Chan. After fixing his pants, Chan picked up the jacket and helped Mia put it back on. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom to clean up.”

“Take a left and it’s at the end of the hall.” Mia nodded and walked out.

Chan turned back to the laptop and continued working on the mix. A few minutes later, Mia walked back in and kissed the top of his head before curling up on the couch and pulling out her phone.

After 20 minutes, Chan saved his second mix and opened the last one. He looked back at Mia, who had fallen asleep, her halo of curls framing her peaceful face as she curled into a tiny ball. He walked over to her and wrapped her in a blanket, then he got back to work. After another hour and a half, he was done, and they were on their way back to his place for the night.

****

A few days later, Mia was surprised to find Chan waiting for her in the lobby of her office building, a mischievous grin on his face. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her heart fluttering at the sight of him.

"I'm kidnapping you," he declared, taking her hand and leading her to a waiting car, Jack in the driver’s seat. "We're going on an adventure."

Mia laughed, her curiosity piqued. "An adventure? Where?"

"It's a surprise," Chan teased, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Just trust me."

Thirty-five minutes later, the car pulled into the airport and Mia was shocked when Chan produced both her passport and her carry-on bag.

“How?” she asked.

“Lianna helped,” he responded. “And she worked with David to help clear your schedule.”

Hours later, they arrived at a stunning all-inclusive resort in Anguilla. Mia gasped, taking in the view of the crystal-clear waters and white sandy beach from their private villa. "Chris, this is incredible! This had to have cost a small fortune."

“Did you forget I’m a superstar? I can afford it.” He laughed, then pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly. "I wanted to do something special for you, for us. We deserve a break from the chaos, a chance to focus on each other, even if it’s just a long weekend."

“You’re too sweet.” Mia pressed her lips against his, then turned back around to enjoy the view. She leaned back against Chan and pulled his arms tight around her waist. “It’s nice that we have our own pool.” She turned back to look at him. “Let’s go skinny dipping,” she whispered with a smirk.

“You don’t want to wait until after dark?”

“Nope!” Mia released Chan’s arms and pulled her blouse off. She threw it in his face, causing him to chuckle. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed that at him too. She walked towards the sliding glass door as she unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans. “You coming, Superstar?”

She bent over dramatically as she shimmied her underwear down her legs and stepped out of the clothes. When she stood back up, she ran her fingers through her curls and used the spare hair tie she wore on her wrist to wrap them into a messy bun, arching her back sexily. Chan stared at her in awe wondering how he ended up with this goddess.

When he doesn’t speak, she added, “When you’ve figured out how to talk again, meet me in the pool.” She pushed the sliding glass door open and sauntered onto the back deck, the sun giving her brown skin a golden glow. Seconds later, she was walking slowly down the pool stairs until she was submerged to just above her breasts. She walked to the edge of the infinity pool and rested her elbows on the wall as she gazed out to the sea.

Chan felt his cock harden just watching her. He quickly shook himself out of his daze and followed her lead. He dropped her clothes to the floor, then quickly slipped off his own and added them to the pile. He joined her at the edge of the pool, sliding his hands around her waist. He placed his lips on her favorite spot on the back of her neck and gave it several kisses.

“You made it,” she said softly, as she reached her hand up to grab the back of his head, holding him to that spot.

“You’re so beautiful.” He slipped his hand down her belly, the cool water rippling softly around them. Mia gasped when she felt his fingers plunge into her. Mia leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Chan slowly pushed his fingers deeper into Mia’s wetness as he pressed his hard on into her back. Mia couldn’t help but let out little moans of delight, her body trembling under his touch. Chan used his thumb to start rubbing her clit as well. “Mmmm,” Chan whispered. “I love these sounds that you make.” His other hand moved up the centerline of her body and came to rest on her neck. He squeezed gently and Mia gasped.

As Chan continued to pump his fingers in and out of Mia while simultaneously tightening and releasing his grip on her throat, he heard voices. He looked towards the beach and saw a family of four near the water. The two girls and dad were splashing in the waves while mom sat in a beach chair, a daiquiri in one hand and a book in the other. He also spotted another couple walking hand-in-hand down the beach.

“How about I fuck you right here, with the audience. Would you like that?” he whispered.

Mia’s eyes fluttered open to look at the people a few hundred yards away.

“Yes.”

Chan could barely contain his excitement. This woman was his match in more ways than one.

Mia leaned onto the wall and pushed her ass towards Chan’s body. He released her neck and placed his hand on her shoulder, then he used his other hand to position his cock at her slit. He slid himself slowly into her and listened to her exhale as he filled her up.

Chan couldn’t resist the temptation of potentially being watched by others as he fucked Mia. He pushed himself deeper into her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her around his dick, in contrast to the cool water. Mia moaned and arched her back, her hands gripping the edge of the pool for support. Chan’s thrusts became harder and faster, his fingers digging into Mia’s shoulders.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chan growled in Mia’s ear, his breath hot against her skin. “The threat of being caught?”

Mia could barely form a coherent thought. She nodded her head vigorously, not really caring that at any second, one of the people on the beach could turn towards them and see everything.

Chan continued to thrust into her relentlessly, his hand now moving from her shoulder to wrap around her throat once again. Mia alternated between gasps and moans, unable to control herself under his dominance.

“You’re a bad girl Mia Sharpe,” Chan muttered, his lips trailing down Mia’s neck as he continued to pound into her, “and I fucking love it.”

Mia reached down in between her legs to rub her clit. The combination of Chan’s hard thrusts and her own stimulation, plus the rush of being in public, pushed her over the edge quickly. She moaned quietly in ecstasy.

Chan was turned on by her response to him. Chan groaned at the tightness of Mia’s orgasm around him. When he felt her compress around his dick, he picked up his pace. His groans grew louder. Mia turned her head to capture his lips in a kiss, an attempt to quiet him down. She also reached back and grabbed his balls, squeezing tightly.

“Ohhhh,” Chan moaned loudly into her mouth. Mia smiled against his lips.

“Cum for me, baby,” she cooed, echoing the words he usually said to her, her voice sounding like smooth honey.

Unable to hold back any longer, he released himself inside of her with a loud grunt before collapsing against Mia’s back, both of them panting heavily. He laid his chin against her shoulder and they both looked out towards the beach as they caught their breaths. No one was paying attention to them.

“That was nice,” Mia said, breaking the silence. Chan kissed her cheek. “What’s next?”

“Dinner?” Chan asked.

“Sure.”

They both exited the pool quietly and Chan handed Mia a beach towel from one of the chairs on the deck. She patted herself down, then wrapped the towel around her body, smiling at Chan as he did the same.

They both walked back into the villa hand in hand. “I’m gonna shower,” she said as she kissed him.

“Okay.” Chan walked over to his suitcase and started to unpack, placing his clothes neatly in the drawers, shirts and tanks in one, pants and shorts in another, sweatshirts in the third, and underwear and socks in the bottom. He unzipped one of the pockets in his suitcase and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, the keys in the lock, and set it on top of the dresser. He grabbed his toiletry kit and walked into the bathroom. “Can I join you?”

“Yeah,” Mia called out over her shoulder. “The water pressure is so good!”

Chan entered the shower and gave Mia’s back a quick kiss before soaping himself up. They emerged from the shower a few minutes later. As Chan did a modified version of his skincare routine, Mia walked back into the main part of the villa to get dressed.

“Fucking Lianna!” Mia called from the bedroom. “She only packed sexy things.”

“I don’t see the problem,” Chan yelled back. “I knew she was my favorite for a reason.”

“Sometimes you just want to be comfy on a vacation.”

“Comfy is overrated.”

Mia stuck her head in the bathroom door, “Says the person who only wears hoodies and sweatpants. I bet you have 3 of each.”

“Aye…don’t judge me! Or I won’t let you borrow any.” Chan laughed as he winked at her. Mia rolled her eyes and disappeared back into the bedroom. “Did Lianna tell you anything about her and Changbin.”

“Not really, but I was too afraid to ask. She’ll tell me eventually though. She always does. Why? What did he say?”

“Not much. Just that they had ‘fun’.”

“That could mean anything….”

“I knaur. He also said he kinda liked her and he’s looking forward to hanging out with her again. And not to say anything to you. He’s scared you might cut his balls off.” Chan giggled.

“Heh. He should be. I might if he pulls any shit with my niece.”

“I believe you!”

A few minutes later Mia walked back in with a slinky black, sleeveless bodycon dress on, the fabric hugging her curves.

“Can you zip this up for me?”

“Sure.” Chan turned around. “Is there anything you don’t look good in?” He found the zipper just above her ass and slowly pulled it up to her neck. He leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.

“Also, what the fuck is this?” She held up her hand, dangling the cuffs from her thumb. She turned to face him. The metal from the handcuffs glinted in the light.

Chan’s lips curved up into a bashful smile, his ears flushed red with embarrassment. “Well…,” he started, as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. “I thought we could spice things up while we’re here. If you’re up for it.”

He could see that she was struggling to stay serious but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “I’ll think about it.” Her eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and disbelief.

“Oh, you’ll think about it?” he said sassily as his arms wrapped around Mia’s waist with an easy grace, pulling her body closer to his. “You do that and let me know.” He smirked playfully as he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. As they kissed, his hands slipped up her back to cup her neck.

Mia pushed him away. “If you keep kissing me like that, we won’t leave this room all weekend.”

“Also don’t see how that’s a problem.” He pulled her back to him and kissed her neck.

“Put on your clothes and let’s go eat you fucking deviant.”

“Ouch!” Chan said playfully as he gripped his bare chest.

Mia smacked his ass through the towel as she walked back out of the bathroom to finish getting ready. Fifteen minutes later they were seated at one of the specialty restaurants, sitting side-by-side as they enjoyed wine and a gourmet meal.

After dinner, they gave themselves a quick tour through the resort, walking hand in hand, before heading back to their secluded villa.

As Mia took off her shoes, Chan walked into the bathroom to pee. When he walked out a few minutes later, he stopped dead in his tracks. Chan’s eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight before him.

Mia had handcuffed herself, naked, to the headboard. Her hands were high above her head, close together, and her knees were bent and up near her chest. Her head was cocked to the side as she watched him with a seductive smirk.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, his gaze lingering on her body. She looked so damn sexy. Chan was instantly hard, his body immediately responding to the sight of her restrained and vulnerable.

“I thought about it,” Mia said coyly.

Chan chuckled and walked over to the bed. He traced a thumb down her cheekbone and then ran it along her jawline, before bringing it to her lips. He dragged her bottom lip down, smudging her dark red lipstick, then forced his thumb in her mouth. Mia took it willingly and sucked as she looked up at him.

“Beautiful,” he said quietly as he watched her in awe.

He removed his thumb and placed his hand under her chin to tilt her head upwards. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, slowly, tasting the wine and ribeye she had at dinner. He pulled back, then dragged his fingertips from her triceps up to her wrists and back down again, watching her squirm from the sensation of his feather-light touch.

“Have I told you how much I fucking love you?” he asked as he moved his hand to one of her breasts and squeezed the nipple.

“You have. But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Well, I do. I love you. You are the perfect woman.” He pressed a forceful kiss to her lips, then stood up straight, quickly discarding his own clothes, his eyes never leaving hers.

Once they were naked together again, Chan climbed onto the bed, positioning himself in front of Mia. He rested his hands on her knees and gently pushed them open and down towards the bed, leaving her pussy exposed. He got excited when he saw it glistening from her wetness.

He brought his face in between her legs and placed his tongue flat against her as he licked upwards from her slit to her clit. She tasted exquisite. He lapped at her a few more times as he looked up, enjoying the pleasure he saw coursing across her face.

The sight of her restrained like this was driving him wild and his dick ached to be inside her. He sat up and threw both of her legs over his shoulders, using the full weight of his body to push her thighs up to her chest and pinning her against the headboard. Then, he eased himself into her. The position he had folded her into made her pussy feel tighter than usual and he couldn’t help but to groan a loud, “Fuuucccck,” as he entered her. He bit his bottom lip, tasting Mia’s juices on it, as he railed into her. He watched as Mia squirmed and bucked up against him, pulling on the cuffs.

He brought one hand up to Mia’s bound hands and intertwined his fingers in hers. His other hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed. Mia gasped for air with each of his thrusts.

Chan brought his lips to Mia’s ear. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?” he whispered. He knew he was being a bit rough, but he wanted to ensure that she was enjoying it just as much as he was. Mia shook her head no. “Remember to say ‘banana’ if you want to stop, okay?” She nodded, too out of breath to vocalize anything.

Chan kissed her again, then pulled back to continue watching her as he fucked her relentlessly. She looked so beautiful, her arms above her head, her mouth parted slightly, her thighs against his chest, his fingers around her throat, and a look of pure ecstasy across her face.

She was his dream woman. His goddess.

Chan could no longer hold himself together, “Oh shit. I can’t…. SHIT!”

His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks.

He bit his lip again and groaned loudly, “Ah, Mia!”, the sound echoing through the villa as his cock pulsed inside her. Mia’s nails dug into his hand, her legs starting to tremble on his shoulder, but she hadn’t cum yet. He could tell that she was close though.

Mia gave him a look that said, ‘Motherfucker, really?’, followed by a breathless, “Chris, c’mon! What the fuck?!”

He removed his hand from her throat. “Sorry babe. Seeing you like this,” he kissed her, “I just couldn’t control it. I was too excited. Let me take care of you.”

“You better. If I wasn’t restrained…”

“I knaur, I knaur,” Chan said apologetically. He gave her another quick kiss, then slid down the bed onto his belly, burying his face in her crotch once again. His mouth covered her clit and he sucked and pulled at it, alternating between his lips and his teeth, tasting the mixture of his and Mia’s fluids.

“Yes,” Mia panted as she grinded her pussy hard against his face. “Yes. Mmmh. Yes!” After a few minutes, he felt Mia stiffen before her entire body shuddered. “Yes Chris!” Chan continued to lick at her swollen clit as the euphoria washed over her. When he felt her body still and go limp, he stopped.

Chan released her hands from the cuffs and allowed her body to collapse on the bed.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed as she let her head roll back onto the pillow.

Chan wrapped his arms around her and pressed his body against hers. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

Mia looked up at him. “I love you.”

Chan kissed her forehead then pulled away to shut off the lights in the villa. Seconds later, he crawled back into the bed next to her, and rested his head on her chest. They lay together in silence for a few minutes until Chan spoke.

“Mia.”

“Hmmm?”

“Would you ever, maybe, want to go to one of the clubs with me sometime.” Chan wasn’t sure why he was nervous to ask her given the experiences they’ve had so far and her willingness to be open to trying things with him, even this early in their relationship.

Mia ran her hand through her hair. “Oh. I hadn’t really thought about it before.” Chan changed the position of his head on her chest so that he could look at her. Her brows furrowed as she thought about his question. She shifted her gaze from the ceiling to him. “Would we have to have sex with other people? Or can people watch us?”

“Everything would be up to us,” he said softly. “Whatever you want, whatever makes you the most comfortable. We could even do the watching ourselves and use it as inspiration for things we want to try at home, privately, if you’d prefer that.” Mia nodded as she listened to him. “I guess that I’d just like to share more of that side of me with you.” He kissed the skin just below her collarbone.

“I’d definitely consider it. For you.”

“Okay.” Chan grabbed one of her hands and brought it to his lips. “Are there any fantasies you’ve had that you haven’t gotten the chance to explore yet?”

“Other than being handcuffed to the bed you mean?” Mia smirked.

Chan giggled loudly. “Yes, other than that.”

“I don’t know. Maybe a threesome?”

“Really?” Chan’s interest was piqued. “Two girls or two guys?”

“I haven’t thought about it that much. I’ve never really been the jealous type, but I think I’d get jealous watching you fuck another woman. So maybe two guys? I think it would be hot to watch you with a guy actually,” she smirked. “I remember when we played Never Have I Ever, you drank when I asked the threesome question.”

“Yes. I’ve had several.”

“I’m not surprised. You are in a band. That seems like standard behavior.”

“Heh. I guess.” He chuckled nervously.

“You and Changbin? Or you and Hyunjin?”

“Both,” Chan said as he grinned sheepishly. “And also Minho. How’d you guess?”

Mia laughed. “You’re very close with Changbin. And he and Hyunjin both seem to be the two who are most into women except for maybe Jeongin and Seungmin. But you said Innie wanted to be a priest, so that may be too much for him. And Seungmin doesn’t seem like he’s with y’all’s bullshit most of the time. But, I also get some queer vibes from Hyunjin too; though, he seems like he’d fuck anything. So, I was guessing more so with him. Minho on the other hand surprises me.”

“You’re right about everyone. Damn, you’re really good at reading people.”

“One of my superpowers.”

“Among other things…” Chan paused to kiss Mia before continuing. “Hyunjin is pansexual.”

“Knew it! What about Minho? Also pansexual? Bi?”

“He doesn’t really like or use labels. He doesn’t discriminate, but he prefers men.”

“Have you and he…..?” Mia raised an eyebrow.

“A couple times, mostly in our pre-debut days, before he and Jisung became a thing. Hyunjin and Felix too,” he added nonchalantly.

“See, I would pay to watch you with any of them. Beautiful men fucking?” Mia sighed as a huge grin emerged on her face. “That shit turns me on. Are you a top or a bottom?”

“Depends on the mood I’m in, whether I want to be dominant or not.” He thought for a second before continuing. “If we were to have a threesome with any of my members, who would you choose?”

“I would have said Changbin; he’s definitely my type. But now that he’s probably fucking my niece, that would just be weird. Plus, I’d want it to be someone who would have sex with you too.” She looked at the ceiling as she thought deeply for a few seconds before continuing. “It can’t be Hyunjin; I can’t fuck anyone who is prettier than me. And Felix is just too damn cute. So, Minho, I guess. Also, he looks like he has very angry, rough sex.”

Chan laughed loudly at her analysis. “Um, I’m definitely prettier than you!”

“You fucking wish!” Mia scoffed. She kissed his forehead as she chuckled.

“We can make this happen, if you really want. Hyunjin will be mad though; he’s been trying to fuck you since he saw you at the club.”

“I could reconsider…” Mia said with a smirk. She leaned over and kissed Chan deeply. “I’d be willing to try just about anything with you,” she whispered.

Chan repositioned himself so that he was lying next to Mia. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him. They lay in silence for a while longer, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s touch. Eventually, they both fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

The next morning, Chan woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the villa. It’s the first time in a while he’s awakened after the sun has risen. Chan stretched his arms above his head before turning to face Mia, who was still sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t help but stare at her as the morning light streamed through the windows. Her curls pressed into the pillow; her lips stained by last night’s lipstick and slightly parted as she breathed softly; her eyeliner smudged in a way that made it look intentional. She looked ethereal in the early morning light.

Chan reached for his phone and opened the app for the resort. He messaged their concierge and requested breakfast be delivered to their villa, adding a note for it to be left at the door.

He turned back to Mia. He traced the contours of her face with his fingers before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

Mia stirred awake at his touch, blinking sleepily at him. A smile spread across her face when she saw him looking at her with such tenderness.

“Good morning gorgeous,” she said softly.

“Good morning gorgeous,” Chan repeated, planting another kiss on her lips. Mia held his head in place and deepened the kiss.

“I love waking up next to you,” she said against his lips. They continued to kiss, their initially soft embrace turning into a full on make-out session, their hands roaming all over each other, their legs tangling, their bodies rolling back and forth as they switched who was on top.

They were interrupted by a series of 3 rapid knocks on the door.

“Who the fuck is that?” Mia asked, breathless, as she looked towards the door.

“Oh, I ordered breakfast.”

“Such a brilliant man.”

“I knaur.”

Chan rolled out of the bed and walked to the front door, all his muscles, his firm ass, and his semi-erect cock on display, while Mia watched him. He opened the door cautiously, double checking that no one was there before he pulled it open completely, not wanting to shock anyone with his nakedness.

As he bent over to pick up the large tray, Mia hooted, hollered, and applauded, adding “Now that’s a sight to behold!”

“Behave woman!” he yelled over his shoulder. He stood up and kicked the door shut with his foot, before walking the tray to the bed.

Over the next few days, Mia and Chan lost themselves in the beauty of the island and the depth of their love. They walked hand in hand along the shore. They danced under the stars, their bodies intertwined as they moved to the gentle rhythm of the waves. They made love every few hours in the luxurious suite… and sometimes in locations they shouldn’t have. Three days later, they were back in Miami and back to their busy schedules.

A/N: Song: Bad Girls Artist: M.I.A.

[setsailslash]

fic writer ask game

tagged by @cetaceans-pls :D it took me a while because i actually had to think about some of these, i'm not a very reflective writer lmao

how many works on ao3?

610 (lord almighty wHAT)

total ao3 wordcount?

1,175,164 (lORD ALRIGHTY WHAT)

Top 5 fics by kudos?

the momentum is startling (my first ever gen batfam fic set in the dceu, first time trying my hand at writing any robins at all)

something borrowed (cockwarming sladejay heheh)

bumps on the road less traveled (roy and dick double teaming jason in the back of a car, also literally the one and only time i ever wrote roy lol)

a promise from a lifetime ago (my first collab with farf 🥺)

liar, liar, short pants on fire (titans dickjay mouth stuff lmfao)

What fandoms do you write for?

Purely DCU for the last 6? 7? years now. Before that lots of pacific rim and white collar. but i do dabble in snippets/drabbles that range from movies and tv shows, or manga and anime.

Do you respond to comments?

yes, always! it does take me some time to get to each one, but god knows i'll eventually get to every single one! :D

Angstiest Ending?

i don't really write angst for angst's sake but 🤔🤔🤔 maybe it matters not (brujay suburban AU) but that is more of a melancholic ending AND it has a happy follow up (and a happy ending if i ever get to writing it). Or, Playing House in Our Loving Home where jason traps himself in a dubcon relationship with the rest of the batfam because of self sacrificial reasons?

Fic with the happiest ending?

hmmmmm not quite sure if this is the right pick but i sure do love BYOB as my ultimate happy ending brujay where they decide what to do with each other's bodies when they die in that weird way they get about each other.

Do you get hate?

nothing since that one time, it was an anon msg saying im disgusting where i just wrote a mobjay filth drabble in response to because how can you make me take anon hate seriously ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Do you write smut?

absolutely. it's my very favourite thing to write about.

Do you write crossovers?

on rare occasions. when the tide comes in is my niche dcu meets pacific rim crossover where wonder woman meets mako mori and i still think it's super clever of me even if nobody really cares for it 😂

Ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?? i hope not at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes and it's so cool every time 🥺 off the top of my head, i've had my fics translated to chinese, russian, and spanish. also, have translated a few chinese fics into english myself because they were just sooo good (see them here!!)

Have you ever cowritten a fic?

yes! i've cowritten Deathbringers’ Guide to Retirement (brujay assassins AU) + Midnight Cravings (sladejay uh, chicken AU) with @salmonellagogo :D also did Best Laid Plans (sladejay cop AU) with @fleet-of-red, and a few chain fics with peeps in the brujay discord server like A Guy Like You Should Wear A Warning and our CYOA Illusion of Choice! all of which were some of the funnest writing experience i've ever done.

All-time favorite ship?

just reached a whooping 100!!!!! works for brujay so i think that kinda speaks for itself given that blows all the other pairings i've ever written out of the water in terms of both quantity and longevity of my interest. my first brujay was written in 2018, and well, it's now 2025 🙀🙀🙀

WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have a dickjay incest AU where they are in a relationship and finds out they are actually blood related, i've been working on this since uh, forever...... and it's still in such a mish-mash state that i doubt it will ever be done. big sad on this one because i LOVE the idea and what little parts of it that i've started on.

Writing Strengths?

i've been told i got a very distinctive writing style that is kinda really recognizable. have also been told that my description of food stands out. both of which makes me go :)))) :))) :)))))))

Writing Weaknesses?

terrible with coming up with plot or describing fighting sequence type action, also kinda mediocre with dialogue unless inspiration REALLY hits?? and uh, don't really have the patience to do world building or slow burns either..... this feels like a lot of weakness lmfaao I'm not actually that good at writing, i just really like doing it hahahahaa

Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

from someone who has gotten really shitty at their mother tongue, I'd say have fun, go for it, as long as you come from a place full of willingness to learn and not like willful ignorance or malice then do it!!! i've seen AO3 script that lets you insert translation directly into fic which is also suuuuper cool so i think there's a lot of room to figure out a happy medium.

First fandom you wrote for?

this one made me think but i think it could possibly be beyblade??? but i don't even think any of it still exists. which thank god, baby kuro was not good but by god did they try 😂

Favorite fic you've ever written?

this is SUCH a hard question, but given i have the brain of a goldfish, i recently wrote Sympathy for the Devil for the brujay server exchange, it is a brujay noir AU and i worked reallllly hard on crafting the plot and the world building so this one has gotta be my latest favourite imo.

tagging allllll of my writer peeps: @wajjs @stevieraebarnes @corvuscryptoleucus @meaninglessblah-writes @cadkitten @chekov-in-a-dress @luthienluinwe and anyone else who writes and sees this! i want to see your responses, i want to get in your writerly brains!! let meeee in!!!

[katgoesferal]

Cw Mpreg Angel Dust Huskerdust Happy New Year Everyone!

@scribbsyscribs had to drop an amazing idea last minute and I couldn't resist! And! With a little snippet! https://archiveofourown.org/works/61860079

(you can read the snippet below, but also please show some love on A03)

New Years Eve Ball (Baby) Drop!

Demonsofangstandhumor (EnchantedKat), Scribbsy

Summary:

New Years celebration at the hotel, they plan to watch the ball drop but it's just heavily pregnant Angel sliding down a stripper pole. Very last minute idea for a snippet and picture, thanks to Scribbsy~ Thank you for live beta reading and adding some extra, couldn't have done this stupid shit last minute if it wasn't for you, and shoutout to Pip and Scribbsy for being my cheerleaders as I rushed to finished the picture~ Happy New Year everyone!

Notes:

Scribbsy dropped into the discord with this idea just for laughs and I went to work immediately and was able to draw and color this (flats at least) within the hour and an extra hour to write and finish the picture. Love you for bringing this silly idea to me~

On New Year's Eve at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone was excited to bring in the new year together. 

This year was a bit more exciting because Angel Dust was actually able to stay the whole evening and not have to excuse himself to go to the V’s Tower to perform.

Well, only thanks to getting his soul back and being heavily pregnant by the musky bar cat, Husk.

Despite that– he was going to enjoy tonight with his loved ones.

“Hot damn Angie ya look fuckin’ fab!” Cherri grinned, as Angel did a little twirl in his very short sequin dress showing off his bump, paired with his go-go boots.

“Of course,” Angel tipped his little matching hat, “I still have a reputation after all~”

“Last hoo-rah before the little sucker pops out,” Cherri playfully punches Angel’s arm, “let’s head on down!”

Angel and Cherri headed down to the Lobby where everyone went out of the way to decorate (as usual) and had somewhat on point decor for a New Years’ celebration. 

Husk was serving drinks, grinning when he saw Angel flaunt himself over, “hey, Husky– how do I look?”

“Sexy as always, Baby,” Husk grins, Angel coming around the counter to get some validation smooches.

“Oooh guys the Ball Drop is soon!” Charlie excitedly announced, “I got the television set up and everything!”

“Eh who cares,” Angel shrugs, “just a fuckin ball, you should see what Val does, he has this real fancy party and performance and I do a drop down from the pole!”

“Didn’t they have those when you were living in New York?” Cherri asked, grabbing a drink.

“Yeah,” Angel shrugs, “but I was usually knee deep in someone’s lap makin’ their balls drop~”

“Painting a portrait ova there,” Husk chuckles, mixing a Shirley temple for Angel.

“Oh relax~” Angel giggles.

“Hey, you know,” Cherri giggles a little looking back from the television Charlie had set up, “you kinda look like that big old light ball thingy!”

Angel looked down, chuckling at the fact with his full term stomach and sequins he was twinning with the Ball.

The three shared a laugh, Angel catching a glimpse of a light pole that was near the staircase, lightbulbs going off in his head, “heyy— I got an idea~”

Husk was a bit distracted with Nifty asking for a drink, and just happened to miss Angel walking away.

“Hey guys!” Angel announces at the top of the tall staircase hands gripping onto the pole, “tonight is your lucky night~”

“Angel– what the fuck are you doing?!” Vaggie shouted.

Husk turned his head and looked up, dropping his bottles, “ANGEL GET DOWN FROM THERE!”

“Everyone relax,” Angel waved them off, “I’m a professional. Now calm ya tits and feast ya eyes on mine instead!”

“Ya’ Ange!” Cherri cheered on, “drop that ass!”

“Oooh me next, me next!” Nifty chirped.

“Oh!” Charlie nervously chuckles, “uh— just— be careful okay?!”

“Wow,” Alastor chuckles, elbowing Husk’s arm, “you sure know how to pick them.”

“Angel, if you get hurt—” Vaggie called out.

“Shush, it's my time to shine!” Angel grabs the pole and starts to descend, Husk nervously stretching his wings out just in case.

“Do a spin!” Alastor eggs on.

“Hell yeah, Ange!” Cherri claps and cheers.

“This is so stupid and dangerous!” Vaggie complains to Charlie.

“Oh— c’mon, Vaggie,” Charlie smiles, “he really needs this confidence boost!”

The others started to count down to the New Year.

10!

9!

8!

“Please use all your hands!” Charlie cautioned.

7!

“Show my hands?” Angel asked from the pole, dipping himself out using only two of his hands to hold the pole, throwing off his hat.

6!

“If he gets hurt I’m gonna smack the shit—”

5!

“Aww such a shame, he didn’t fall off yet.” Alastor sighs.

4!

“Maybe there’s still time!” Nifty added.

3!

“Wow I didn’t know you could use the pole like that,” Lucifer just now walked in on the scene.

2!

“You look beautiful, hon!” Cherri gave a thumbs up as she filmed with her phone.

1!

Happy New Year!

Angel reached the bottom, everyone clapped, mostly sighs of relief he didn’t fall off the improvised pole.

Husk came over, “that was really stupid you know?”

“Oh c’mon relax,” Angel smiles, ruffling up Husk’s hair, “you know you loved it~”

“Okay–” Husk blushed, “maybe a little— but that was really high up-”

“I’m sure you would’ve caught the little spider if I fell down the water spout~”

“I wouldn’t say little ,” Alastor added.

“Glad you enjoyed the show, Smiles,” Angel crossed his arms– when suddenly a splash of fluids ran down Angel’s legs.

Everyone froze in place.

‘Wow…” Angel chuckles nervously, “kid really knows how to steal the spotlight, huh?”

“Oh my gosh!” Charlie squeals, “baby time!”

“Damn, Ange,” Cherri adds, “I said drop your ass not drop the whole ass baby.”

Nifty sighs. “I’ll go get the mop.” 

[buthowboutno]

HELLO I'm new to asking things here but I've a small,,, tiiny question that idk if anyone's asked before or not but

What happened at metro tower between sweets and Leo? And, I suppose, with everyone else there, if anyone (like April) recognized Sweets

Because Donnie didn't, Raph and Mikey didn't say anything,,,

Leo and April are the only two that basically said "oh! You're the kid that almost died while we saved the world" so Idk I kind of was curious on, I guess

Like other than, obviously, Leo saving sweets but I guess how he found them? Because I know it's stated somewhere Sweets locked themselves in their moms office but idk

You don't gotta answer this at all (especially if it's a stupid question 💀💀) I just I got myself curious ig

this ask prompted me to write a whole ass snippet about what happened. i blame you. /aff

(snippet under the cut)

If it had been up to Splinter, Leo wouldn’t even be five feet away from his cot in the med bay, much less searching through the remains of Metro Tower. Mikey was still out of commission and Drax was doing some weird mystic ritual on Donnie to help with his head.

If it had been up to Leo, Raph would be in the med bay instead of digging through rubble by his side. April tagged along as well, but she was a floor below looking for… something.  

Leo might have been too ticked off about April and Raph bulldozing his plan to listen beyond every fifth word of their justification.

(Didn’t they know that this was Leo’s—?)

(After all that, they still trust—?)

They hadn’t found any survivors since the first day of searching, when Donnie passed out after manifesting a mystic slide for a group of harried interns that were stuck on the third floor. Mikey’s hands had cramped up so bad after guiding the lone barista out from their cupboard on the second floor that he was still having trouble holding a fork.

Leo wasn’t even sure why he insisted on coming back, to be honest. After four days trapped in this building, there was a good chance that any stragglers would have died of dehydration by now. Donnie’s scans, at least, didn’t show anyone in the building that they didn’t get out already.

Leo just… had this feeling. He couldn’t explain it.

Raph jumped up and tapped the big red ‘5’ hanging from the ceiling before the stairwell, startling Leo out of his thoughts. Under his massive hands, the sign crumbled off of the wall.

“Uh, whoops?” Raph said, looking sheepish as he turned towards Leo.

Leo snorted, “Property destruction. Nice.”

“That was… not my fault,” Raph said, his face screwed up as he stepped towards the stairs, “This whole buildin’ is— "

The floor creaked dangerously beneath Raph’s feet, prompting him to stumble backwards out of the stairwell. Leo took a few tentative steps forward, noting the slight shift in the floor but otherwise no other changes beneath his feet.

“Falling apart,” Leo finished, jumping up and down for good measure. No change, but Leo didn’t like the cracks slowly making their way up the walls.

“Maybe it's time to head back?” Raph suggested gently, taking another scared step backwards when the floor started creaking again, “Raph is getting a little geeked out.”

Leo nodded, taking a step towards Raph before he was struck with this urgent feeling in his chest. Like he had left something behind.

“I’m gonna take a quick look around,” Leo said, stepping back into the stairwell, “You’d better go back down and grab April.”

“Leo–”

“I’ll portal out if the building starts falling down, scouts honor,” Leo said before ducking up the stairs. Raph’s responding groan told Leo that Raph wasn’t going to march up there and grab him. Probably more due to the fact that the stairs would give out underneath him, but Leo would take what he could get.

(Leo was going to be majorly cussed out about this stunt when he got back.)

(Worth it.)

(At least, he hoped it was.)

The sixth floor of Metro Tower, surprise surprise, was functionally identical to floors two through five. The building was mostly leased out to a bunch of different companies doing Spirits knows what in their copy and paste cubicles. 

(They didn’t find any survivors above floor twelve. Leo tried not to think about it.)

Leo raided a few of the fancier looking offices, sending various pieces of tech back to Donnie’s lab through mini-portals. Bribery, maybe, but mostly practice. Leo’s portals had felt off since the–

…Yeah. He needed the practice.

Leo heard a muffled shout from down the hallway, immediately pulling out his second katana and running quietly towards the noise.

Leo noticed the kid first. They had dustpans duct taped to their chest and back like some budget LARPer. They held a yardstick out with a broken pair of scissors haphazardly attached to the end, trembling like Mikey after a fourth cup of coffee. A Kraang zombie shuffled towards them, its face half-melted at this point. 

Why was it still–?

Leo needed to tell the others about this. Donnie was positive that everyone who got infected would’ve been released after they closed the portal to Kraang Prime. This was– this wasn’t a good sign.

The kid shouted at the zombie like they were trying to scare off a bear and tossed a stapler at its head. Decent shot, but ultimately useless. The stapler landed on the zombie’s head and was slowly absorbed into the Kraang viscera protruding from its skull. 

The kid yelped, moment of bravery apparently lost, and ran in Leo’s direction.

Leo recognised that face. It was just a passing photo, something Casey swiped past while stammering about nerd shit like the ‘space-time continuum.’

(Donnie’s influence, no doubt. Leo may have been Casey’s sensei, but Donnie tended to infect people with his intelligence.)

This kid was younger than the photos, though. Their hair was cut short just above their ears, and the dark circles under their eyes told Leo that they hadn’t been getting much in the way of water or sleep since the invasion started.

That half second of thought cost Leo his chance to take down the zombie before it lunged at them.

The kid, thankfully, heard the zombie before it had the chance to grab them and whirled around with their makeshift spear. Their jab landed solidly in the zombie’s chest, but that still didn’t stop it. The zombie's neck craned out in a truly unnatural manner and bit the kid’s hand while it was still holding their spear. The kid let out a painful shriek that rattled inside of Leo’s skull.

That finally spurred Leo into action, sprinting on the front pads of his feet and slashing the zombie clean into three pieces. The body hit the ground without so much as a tentacle reaching out in protest.

The kid fell to the floor, eyes open with fear as they held out their left hand. The mutagen had already started spreading, past their second knuckle already, but it was moving slower than when–

Leo should’ve thought a little harder before he let his reflexes take over. In a second, he sliced off the kid’s pinky and ring finger before the mutagen had a chance to reach their palm. 

They screamed out in pain, immediately clutching their left hand to their chest and staring up at Leo with wide, terrified eyes. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Leo tried, “I’m here to help.”

Their face was quickly turning white from the blood loss, but the look on their face made Leo think that they’d still try to stab him if he came any closer.

He’d probably deserve it, to be honest, but the kid needed a hospital above anything else. Leo reached down and grabbed the kid before they could fight back. He quickly sliced a portal through the wall and walked out onto the sidewalk in front of Metro Tower. With two more twirls of his katana, April and Raph were standing right next to him.

Leo tried not to think about the ache in his chest after opening up those portals. He pushed the pain out of the back of his mind as he focused on putting pressure on the kid's hand.

“What the–?”

“Med kit, now,” Leo demanded, not even looking at Raph. The kid was trying to wriggle out of Leo’s grasp, but the blood loss was obviously starting to get to them.

Raph wordlessly took the kit from his belt and handed it over. April was standing behind him in shock, hands twitching as if she was trying to figure out what to do.

“Fucking… wizard,” the kid stammered, now clutching onto Leo instead of fighting him, “My g-goddamn hand.”

“You’re welcome, pal,” Leo said flatly. He dumped the travel bottle of rubbing alcohol on their hand haphazardly before wrapping it up as tightly as he could.

“Eat my ass, Dr. Strange,” the kid muttered before looking up at Leo with a sudden and unusual clarity, “I think I’m going to pass out now.”

“Wh– no, wait!” Leo protested before the kid slumped fully into his arms.

That must’ve rattled April out of whatever funk she was in. She reached into the med kit and grabbed one of the instant cold packs, harshly squeezing and then shaking it to activate it.

“They’re going into shock,” she said, leaning down to apply the pack to the back of the kid’s neck, “Leo, can you portal–?”

The moment April touched the kid, Leo was sent into the mindscape. It wasn’t the same as a normal ninja mindmeld; typically, Leo was still able to see through the eyes of his physical body while it happened. This was like his entire consciousness was captured and taken somewhere else.

Leo turned his head to the left and saw April standing next to him, her eyes trained on something else. 

Donnie? No, not Donnie.

Not his Donnie.

This Donnie was… older. Scarred. Taller than Leo thought his twin could ever grow to be. He didn’t speak a single word, just held Leo’s gaze with an intense expression and nodded.

Leo understood, in a split-second, that the kid in his arms was precious. They were family. The pull, the call that compelled Leo back to Metro Tower was more than an antsy feeling driving him out of his cot. 

This… this was one last wish of a doomed timeline.

Leo also understood that if he let this kid bleed out on the streets of New York, the ghost of Donnie future wouldn’t let him sleep peacefully for the rest of his life.

“April? Leo?” Raph asked, his tone incredibly concerned as Leo snapped back to reality.

“Donnie called them ‘Sweets’,” Leo murmured under his breath.

“...What?”

Leo shook his head, clearing the images from his mind, “Right. Let’s go.”

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OMG HI MAYA!!!!!!!

hi hi hi its been so long, how are you doing?

I was ecstatic to see those notifications that you answered my asks - I've missed talking with you about ASOR - im metaphorically jumping for joy right now

I hope you've had a wonderful time for however long it's been, I'm wishing you the best in everything. you do cross my mind sometimes, and I'm so thankful for your internet friendship and your story. It's meant the world to me this past year!!! 🩷

Hello!! Yeah I haven't really been on Tumblr too much! And I guess I have a bunch of asks that I didn't even realize that I got. I'm working my way through them now that I have remembered how to get there in the app :)

Life update wise I am still five months away from The Wedding! I'm all out of money and energy at this point. Turns out planning a 4-day Indian Catholic fusion wedding on a budget is just ridiculously difficult and causes endless family drama. Maybe I'll have some good material for whatever I write next 🤦‍♀️

Writing wise I have like four or five stories started but I haven't been able to get over the crucial early bumps and get some momentum. I don't really want to post anything if I'm not going to finish it, but equally so, thinking it might help to get some feedback! So maybe I will post some snippets on Tumblr?

Writing wise, I've also started mentally sketching out an original time travel story. I would have thought I would have said everything I wanted to say about time travel, but I guess not. It's definitely a different beast to try to write something without the comforting structure of a fanfic canon rewrite. By the time I ran out of material to follow along, I had sort of got in my groove with ASOR.

Whether original or fanfic, I just can't get into the groove! I really commend all of you who are writing and publishing original plots. I think ASOR became quite an original plot but it really didn't start there, so I don't really have that much practice in creating a structure to follow. I also lived in Percy's head for so long that I'm struggling to get out of it. Writing is fun but it is so hard!

Just wanted to piggyback on your ask to also express my gratitude for my small Internet community! I really didn't realize until I stepped back how much I was enjoying being a part of it and how motivating it was to exchange ideas. I definitely want to be more active as I emerge from this haze of spreadsheets and floral arrangements and outfit shopping (none of my favorite things tbh) and get back to spending my mental energy on other things!