#i really need to update character tags...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Locked Out of Heaven 12

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

Music flows from unseen speakers. The boat rocks slightly as Nick makes his way back. You crane to see him as you lay on the beach blanket, the sun beaming down on the lazy stir of the waters. 

He lowers himself next to you and sighs. He bends his arms behind his head. You can’t help but notice how the muscles bulge, not just his biceps but his chest. He’s so perfect. 

He slowly turns his head to look at you. You wince and give a sheepish smile. He shifts onto his side, keeping himself propped up on one elbow and tickles along your side. 

“Come here,” he moves closer, his hand crawling along your stomach. “You look so good, baby, you know that?” 

“I... do? I mean—You do too.” You flutter your lashes as you stare at him. “Sorry, I...” you giggle and it sends a flurry through your guts. “I’m sorry, I—I—don’t know what to do.” 

You cover your face, mortified at the confession. He grabs your left hand and gently moves it away. You drop your other and stare up at the sky, just below the glare of the sun. He guides your hand to his chest. 

“You don’t have to do anything,” he drawls. “You just chill. Be you.” 

He pets your cheek with his knuckles. He leans in even closer. You lock up as your eyes meet his. They are even bluer than the sky. You gulp and he tickles down your throat. 

“Princess,” his lips brush yours. “I need you so bad.” 

“Oh,” you bat your lashes. 

“Can I have you? Pretty please?” He begs. 

“Ummm...” 

“All of you? Please. It hurts, baby. You don’t want me to hurt, do you?” He rubs his thumb along the front of your throat, his breath fluttering over you. 

Your heartbeat pounds like thunder. You press your fingertips into his chest and nod. Your tongue sticks the roof of your mouth and you cough out your answer. “Y-yes.” 

“Yeah? You want me too?” He rubs his nose against yours. “Tell me you do.” 

“I... I want you,” you pet his chest. “Nick, really, I do.” 

“Mm, I’ve dreamt of you saying that.” He growls and slides his hand up to the side of your head.  

His thumb and index form a vee around your ear as he cradles your skull. He tilts your head and kisses you. He plunges his tongue past your lips and groans as you close your eyes. Your heart races as the noise of the slapping waters and the music fade to a drone. 

The world zeroes in on you. Your skin is on fire, your blood is ice cold, and your nerves vibrate. You slip your hand up around his shoulder and moan into his mouth. You’ve never felt anything like this. You can feel everything so much. 

He turns his body as he smothers you. He slides his arm under your head as he turns his chest parallel to yours. His fingertips massage your scalps as he drinks you in. 

His pushes his pelvis against you, rocking slightly. He hooks a leg around yours and pulls it away from your other. He trails his hand down your neck and tickles along your chest. He gropes you as you feel along his neck, the tendons taut with his hunger. 

He lifts himself and plants his knees between your legs. He holds himself just above you as his lips slip away from yours. He kisses your cheek and jaw, pecking along your neck as you squirm. His breath sends shivers over you as he descends. 

He traces your collarbone with kisses and buries his face in your cleavage. He kneads you through the fabric and teethes at your skin. You moan as a whirlwind swirls behind your rib cage. You can hardly breathe. 

He nuzzles you as he follows the strap of the bikini behind your neck. He tugs until the ribbon slackens. You gasp and try to catch the top before it falls away. You cover your self as he licks the curve of your tit. 

“Princess,” he rasps and you look down at him. His eyes blaze up at you. “You said I could...” 

“I... yes,” your arms are stuck for a moment. They won’t obey. Finally, you peel your hands away. He purrs and dives back in. 

He flicks his tongue around your nipple and you squeal. The sensation tangles in your core. You heave and arch your back. 

You catch the back of his head and urge him on. Your fingers twine into the thick strands of his hair. You look down at him, lifting your head higher to see him, the silver threads in woven through shining in the sun. There's a flicker of doubt though it fades into the flames of his touch. 

He nibbles on your pebbled bud before he parts and tends to the other. You moan and drop your head down. You bend one leg as your cunt clenches needily. He laps and licks and nips as you melt into the blanket. 

He fondles your other tit as he drags his mouth lower. He leaves a smear of saliva along your stomach, teasing you as he wanders back and forth, nibbling at those places that make you twitch or whine. 

He traces the edge of your bottoms with his nose then tugs with his teeth. You gasp and wriggle as he snarls. He pushes the tails of the coverup away from your thighs and loops his thumbs in the ties along the side of the suit. You quiver and reach to stop him as a glimmer of doubt fogs your eyes. 

“Nick...” 

He hushes you as he pulls until the knots loosen. 

“Nick, please... I’m... scared,” you puff out. 

“Baby,” he slowly drags the suit down. Your hands shoot down to cover your pelvis. He tuts and catches them, pulling them away. “Why you scared? Huh? I’m not hurting you.” 

“I... I...” you stammer. 

You shiver even as the sun beats down and speckles your flesh with sweat. Even as you feel flames consuming you from within. Even as his warmth floods into you. 

“Hush, baby, I got you.” 

He pushes himself back and gets on his stomach. He frames your pelvis with his hands, his thumbs petting the short tuft of hair along your vee. He hums and bows his head, inhaling your scent and exhaling it back on you. His breath dampens the wiry curls. 

He buries his nose into you, rolling his head, and tilts back as his tongue swipes along your lips. You gape down at him as his eyes flick up to meet yours. He purrs as he delves deeper, his cool tongue gliding between your hot folds. 

You bite your lip and drop your head down as you moan. The melding of hot and cold flows through you, unfurling from your core. You twitch and dig your nails into the blanket beneath you. 

He spreads his tongue wide and drags it up your cunt, tasting you with a hum. The rumble that rises from his chest stokes the swelter inside you. You arch your back deeper, pushing into his mouth and push your heels down into the floor. 

His mouth laps loudly as he groans and growls rise from him. He feels around blindly and takes your hand. He puts his on his head. Instinctively, you urge him on, clutching him as you rock your hips. 

His tongue flicks around your clit and he teases lightly with his teeth. He seals his lips around your swollen bud and sucks. You cry out and spasm. You heave and thrust your chest out, your body contorting like an ocean tide. 

You yank on his hair as he tends to you. His hand crawls up your thigh, his other slipping beneath your bottom as he gropes you. He tickles your leg up to the crease of your cunt. 

He moves his head in tandem with his tongue. He eats you up as he pokes along your entrance. He rubs you as the slickness glosses over his finger. He grunts as his finger dips into you, as if surprised by how easy it is. 

He pushes in, just the tip, then draws back out. He smears around your juices then delves back in. A little deeper. He pulls in and out, further with each plunge. You quake and clasp onto his head with both hands. 

His tongue circles your clit as the pressure pulses in that one spot. He curls his finger inside of you, rocking his hand slightly as the weight thrums. You gulp and gasp, fighting to catch your breath.  

You tear your hands from his head and slap your palms on the floor. You lift your head and shoulders and squeal as the tension bursts and spills from your core. He keeps going, guiding you through your orgasm as you writhe and whimper. 

You fall back down, panting, legs quivering, heart thumping. He turns his head back and forth, rubbing his beard against you as he hums. He drags his chin along your folds and slowly raises himself up to look at you. The dark hair along his jaw glistens with you. 

“Mm, princess, you’re so sweet,” he growls and licks his lips. 

He looks down, his finger still inside you. He pulls it out and flicks it between your folds. He trails back to your entrance and presses another fingertip there. He wiggles two fingers into you. You groan and reach weakly to stop him, barely grazing his forearm. 

“Please,” you murmur. 

He pushes in to his knuckles. You bend your legs as he kneels between them, watching his hand as he wiggles his fingers inside you. He turns his hand and puts his thumb to your clit. You squeak. 

He tilts his hand steadily, falling into a rhythm. He squeezes so the heat twists between his fingertips. He bends over you, hand still moving, and he kisses you. You can smell and taste yourself on his lip. You shudder and run your hands along his shoulders and down his arm. You squeeze his bicep and moan into him. 

Your walls clench him as you cum again. You nearly bite his tongue as the waves crash down and consume you. Your turn your head and he presses his lips to your cheek. He chuckles as he feels you clinging to his fingers. 

“Baby, you’re doing so good,” he slithers. “Huh, that feel good?” 

“Yessss,” you drone as your lashes flutter. 

“Mmm, good girl,” he kisses you before he sits up again. 

He slides his fingers out of you and wipes your juices down your leg. You lay weak and quivering, the coverup is wide open around your naked body, the bikini hanging below your chest, the bottoms crumpled between your thighs. Each breath rises and falls heavily. 

He raises himself on his knees and hooks his thumbs under his waist band. You stare. You can’t look away. He stretches it away from his body and around his rigid length. He pushes them down his thighs and stands to strip entire. 

His dick bobs before him as he looks down at you. You stare at it. It’s... well. You think it looks pretty big. You peek down at your body and put your legs together. You don’t think it will fit. That though makes your stomach ripple. Inside? 

He gets back to his knees next to you. He takes your hand and pets your knuckles. He kisses them as he caresses your palm. He examines it like something precious as he pushes it flat. 

He guides your hand down to his dick as he kneels beside you. His chest strains as he curves your fingers around him. Thick, firm, the veins swollen and hard against your palm. He pumps you down and back to his tip. He quakes against the motion. 

“Mmm, princess, do you feel how much I need you?” He growls. 

You blink and nod as he keeps your hand moving slowly; down, up, down, up. 

“Slow, like that,” he purrs. “You keep going, baby. Gotta make sure we’re both ready.” 

He drops his hand away from yours and looks down. He watches you play with him. You see how his stomach tightens as he braces his thigh. He groans and chews his lip. 

Your gaze falls to your hand. You’re enthralled by the sight of what you’re doing to him. You squeeze harder and he groans. His breath juts out of him in short puffs. His nails dig into the muscle of his thigh. 

“Yeah, like that,” he goads. “Just a little more...” 

[shellsstardew]

you made me ship shelliot so hard it's not even funny 😭 like normally im not super into rarepairs bc it seems ppl ship them just to ship them but i legit see where you're coming from, especially in the same context as your comic where their story begins after elliot moves in. i actually love your comic i cannot wait for the next part (not trying to pressure you obv). ive never gotten too many hearts with either of them but your characterization just feels so accurate like i feel like I could see your story with their dialogue happening in the game and it wouldn't feel out of place at all. and also finally (oops ive been rambling), your art style isn't overly detailed but the facial expressions/body language/like perspective i guess of the characters, especially shane and elliot on the dock is so well done, the small changes in positioning work so well to communicate the change in their body language and its just really impressive.

sorry i yapped or if it was weird or something i promise i was not trying to come off weird 😭😭😭 i just really admire good fanworks such as yours and it's important to tell authors/creators that they're doing well and yeah

also if you (or anyone else) has any shelliot fic recommendations i would loveee to hear them :>

No but seriously it's so funny that your like "I hope I'm not being weird" meanwhile I reread over and over your super thoughtful message to keep me going 😭

YOU GUYS DON'T REALIZE I NEED THOSE HYPER DETAILED COMPLIMENT or my stupid brain will go like "Okay time to think you're worthless and that what you're doing doesn't matter"

No I can point at the screen and say "See? 👉📱 SEE?! 👉👉📱?" and it's putting another coin in the machine hehe

Anyway, thank you so much 😭

AND YES I HAVE FICS TO RECOMMEND! ONCE AGAIN, @cutethulu you know the drill hehe

Camellia Station, by Awdrey (Explicit - but it's only one short smut scene in the last chapter for now)

Now it's still in progress (updating once a month) and they still didn't smooch yet, but that's what you get when you fall into the Shelliott rabbit hole, hehe, you can't be picky

It's really well written and the author and I have a lot of similarities in our interpretations of Shane and Elliott :) Go give it some love!

Also some one shots by @mongoosingisme that I really love :

Untitled Shelliott Ranch Project

Herding cats (Explicit - Shane/Elliott/fem!farmer)

And UHHH maybe you've seen it already but I wrote one about Shells, it's an alternate ending to part 34 (it's my first one and I'm really proud of it teehee)

Shells, alternate ending, by shells_stardew (Explicit)

Also @visionofthebees wrote this one for me on the same concept :

One Shell of a Night, by Visionofthebees (Explicit)

Be warned it's EXTREMELLY SILLY and she didn't even reread it before posting, but I love it with all my heart it's so so funny hahaha

I love her so imma also recommend her Clint x Elliott fic too (yes yes you read that right, she's 10 degrees further than me on the crack ship scene) :

Falling Ore You (Explicit) (46 chapters, completed)

LISTEN SHE MAKES IT WORK OKAY! SHE REALLY DOES!

And also, check my bookmarks! They are some non-Shelliott stuff that I absolutely love in there! (BUT always ALWAYS check the tags before reading, there is also some dark stuff haha)

Here you go, hope I didn't recommend all the ones you already knew about, as we all know this is not an extremely popular ship so this is what we get, quality over quantity hahahaa 😭

[catzgam3rz]

Heyyyy New Icon time for the Pride month lets goooooo

(Flags are for Aroace and Nonbinary!)

[randomminty]

Starting the year off w a uhhhhh. A creechure of some sort

[theinactivefaniguess]

Seeing Joel send Sausage the child they share custody of with 'something hard from other Daddy' is definitely not what I was expecting if I'm honest...

At this point I'm just waiting for Joel to send the child to Sausage with a goat horn and somehow make 'horny' work.

Minecraft players, everybody. Minecraft players.

[hisirdovx]

My whole life, people—Arthur, Merlin, you—have been saying that. And I believed it, so I never tried. But my friends helped me realize I am strong enough. I am Hisirdoux Casperan, successor to Merlin and protector of this realm!

[st0neddew-valley]

i started a penny save today but i cannot for the life of me motivate myself to actually start it bc i HATE the first spring and i know i don’t want to work on clearing my farm and have little inventory space and rebuilding the community center but also i want to speed-run dating penny

also before any mentions of mods, i only play on switch as of rn and also have had just shitty luck with others mods in the past :((( plus i’m technology stupid and have a laptop that’s a decade old at least

[ranger-kellyn]

wait i stand corrected i HAVE touched this oc since i first made her. coral santos was a full oc in my fic getaway car and i think the last time i drew her would have been like...october 2017

[princessponies]

So in that animatic you had with creativitwins and Janus is Janus like the bad guy????? Is the unsymp????? I can’t tel

I will confirm that Janus is not the "bad guy" of the animatic! You could argue he's the antagonist though, since the animatic is primarily focused on Roman and the plot of the animatic involves Roman being upset with Janus, but in terms of like "Is there a character involved here who is intending to cause destruction/harm" that is not Janus.

[nick-doodles]

my one sona idea ever is just. Cowboy Cow Boy.

[enbyboiwonder]

Much as I love Blue Period, I really don’t think I can continue going into the tag or interacting with the fandom on here. I am so fucking tired of seeing people deadnaming Yuka and reducing their identity to “binary trans gal” when it is so obviously (and canonically) more nuanced than that. I really should know better when it comes to series with canonically trans/nonbinary/genderqueer characters, but it seems I don’t. Though I don’t know if the HnS fandom was actually better with Yuu, or if it’s just that I was late to the party and thus wasn’t there to see people misgendering and deadnaming them after the ep that reveals they’re not cis and giving their “hot” (a.k.a. terrible) takes. Anyways.

It’s true that binary men can wear feminine clothes because they like them and want to without feeling a connection to femininity or wanting to be seen as a woman, and that binary women can wear masculine clothes because they like them and they want to without feeling a connection to masculinity or wanting to be seen as a man, and that while clothes can be a method of expressing gender, that’s not always the case. And with real people, you often can’t know which it is unless they tell you because you don’t know them, you don’t know what’s in their heart. But we do get to see what’s in the hearts and minds of fictional characters, and it’s clear that Yuka does use clothing as a form of gender expression.

No, I don’t know what their exact gender is (and possibly even they don’t either, nor does anyone need to). Their gender could be both male and female, or it could be somewhere in between, or fluid, or neither. For all I know, if they lived in an English-speaking country, they’d label themself as a trans gal and use he/him or he/she or he/she/they pronouns. Or maybe something else entirely! But what’s important is, Yuka does feel a connection to both masculinity and femininity. They absolutely fall under the nonbinary umbrella and could use that label if they wanted to (or “x-gender,” the Japanese equivalent, not to be confused with “genderless,” which has to do with looking androgynous, not with actual gender). They’re happy wearing whatever clothes they please regardless of their assigned gender while presenting femininely and using 俺 (ore, the default masculine personal pronoun), and they’re happy with people seeing them as a girl as long as the people they care about and are close to understand that “girl” isn’t all there is to their identity. That is their true self. We can see that.

So it’s incredibly frustrating to see people label Yuka a trans woman solely because later in the series they start using feminine pronouns (あたし atashi, the feminine reading of the standard 私 watashi, used mainly by women but also sometimes by queer men who feel a connection to femininity) and dressing and living entirely as a woman, when it is so clearly a mask. It’s difficult for nonbinary individuals to live as themselves in this still-largely-binary society. Even if all your closest friends and family fully accept and support you, that doesn’t mean that you’ll have an easy time of it in society. And Yuka decided that, in order to make it in this society, they couldn’t live as their true self but rather would have to live as a binary individual. They decided they would be happier forsaking their connection to masculinity and living solely as a woman than forsaking their connection to femininity and living solely as a man. It’s easier for them to be a binary woman who’s attracted exclusively to men than someone who’s both masculine and feminine and is mostly attracted to men and also sometimes to women. But that doesn’t mean they’re happy living like that and it certainly doesn’t mean that’s their true self, and it’s so obvious that they’re not.

But you don’t have to relate to or even understand their struggle in order to see that “Ayukawa Yuka, binary trans gal” isn’t the true Yuka. Even Yatora, who doesn’t really understand Yuka but has come to accept them anyway (and is kind of an idiot besides) could tell that something was wrong and that Yuka wasn’t living entirely as a woman because that’s what they truly wanted to do in their heart.

[firethekitty]

Idk why I even gotta say this but if you ship Luz with the Golden Guard I need you to stay 5 light years away from me

[unoriginalmess]

New Update Schedule

Hello everyone! I just wanted to update you guys and tell you that due to my classes and amount of homework this school year, I will now be updating either Friday or Saturdays. Since I haven't updated in a while I'm going to be updating both this Friday and Saturday. I know I said today, but ap classes are kicking my ass right now. So instead it will be a double update this weekend to make up for it. Thank you all for the support and understanding of my mental health right now. Going back to school has been an adjustment for me, especially for my junior year where I'm taking more advanced classes. I will most definitely be uploading this weekend and I might upload a little something extra on Sunday. (maybe starting a new series??) See y'all then. Love you guys 💕💕💕

Taglist

@queer-illusion @apasponsor @heckinggremlin @1-ahiro-1 @hewantedbeefintheparkinglot @sassakitty @lennauts @rianoel @dorkus-minimus @khneltea @welp-that-was-unexpected @mlnchlymrshmllw @lovelyautumnsunflower @chariphrasis @lovesbooks @komatsuna-yuki @polyvirnl @innocentlyguiltyfrenchfry @qhobias @ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole @hammalammadamdam @cloudydaysomewhere @alcoholic-barney @basenikon @xxbehindthemaskxx @corporeal-terrestrial @shadowymemoirs @moonlight-densetsuu @smartlanceisreal @aespades @fangirlingfanatic @nickristus-dreamer @artzychic27 @stainedglassm @awkward0ghost

(I have no clue why some of the tags aren't working. Sorry to anyone whose tag isn't linked, I don't know how to fix it)

[pocket-gems]

Maw of the Void

[zichqec]

S the Skeleton v1.4.4 update

Not a big update this time, mostly just a dialogue and bugfix update for his birthday! If you’ve never opened him on his birthday (August 25th), you should!

-Added some new dialogue! -Added a new system where he has different stuff he says while talking to himself each week! It's not complete yet, but the base is there. -Updated him to the latest version of YAYA. -Added dialogue pools to his secret mode. -When you haven't unlocked all the options in his menu, it'll now show that there's something to be unlocked there. -Small bugfixes everywhere. Thanks again to the folks who have sent in reports, even for something as small as a typo!

(I... am not sure how to explain this update art XD Character on the right belongs to @zarla-s )

[ghostprinceiii]

As much as I want to get back into playing Genshin Impact, I'm still full of regret for my financial choices earlier in the year and I just know that if I played that game again I would keep spending money and getting frustrated because the one character I wanted is already gone and making progress is so so slow when you're ftp and didn't ration your resources/know how to properly use artifacts or whatever they're called before you got to an AR you can't handle.